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casey agard || 32 || lawyer

*bio will be posted soon

grew up in california, around the LA area

went to UCLA undergrad and law school

he was always seen as the nice guy throughout his childhood, teenage years, and even now

he’s an immigration lawyer who took the georgia attorneys’ exam so he can now practice here

the reason he’s back is because of his ex-fiancee who left the worst note and her ring back in LA and he’s been trying to seek her out ever since for closure

a good man with a good heart

please compliment his beard, he’d love that

he’s new in town so basically everything’s open. he can definitely use some friends

#{ intro }

delivery for: OPEN @heartsdalestarters

where: outside of freeman’s barber shop

He felt so much better after being able to get a fresh cut which was probably the first time he had gotten a haircut since he had been to Heartsdale. It was definitely needed, along with a little beard trim. He felt like he was having his movie moment after stepping out into the somewhat cold (it was definitely colder than what he was used to) and breathing in the fresh air. That was until he saw a bunch of cigarette butts and few wrappers on the ground and it caused him to sigh as he looked to the nearest person walking, “Can people at least not litter?” He asked as he bent down to pick up what was on the floor. “I was having my whole new town, new haircut moment and this ruined it.”

#hdstarter #{ starter posts }

zahralesci:

ZAHRA.

Location: Outside Icon Tattoo Parlor Date: December 23, 2021 Starter: @heartsdalestarters

Zahra knew she shouldn’t. Yes, rent was so much cheaper now, but she’d only been back a couple months. She should keep saving up. Still, the advice echoed in her head from those early industry days that a tattoo limited her options. They’d have to want her enough to go through the hassle of covering it. That wasn’t her life now. Zahra’s skin was completely her own, and the idea of covering it as a canvas all her own… It was tempting.

Aware that someone had come to a stop beside her, Zahra angled her head, taking them in. “You have any ink?” she asked, partially to be polite and partially out of curiosity. “I worry I’d be too much of a baby about the pain.”

Casey was finally leaving for the day, though he heard his phone buzz as he was walking towards his car and stopped abruptly to look at it. He shook his head quickly responding, “Huh? I wish. I’m really indecisive so I don’t think it’d be a good idea for me.” The was only one thing he was certain of and now that had even gone to shit. So he was probably never going to be certain of anything ever again. “I was just checking my phone, had a client email me and I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t super important. I mean, if a client’s emailing me it’s probably important but there’s a difference between that.” Okay, maybe he should just shut up. “Why? Are you thinking of getting something?”

#{ conversation }#{ zahralesci }

@oliviamorales // starbucks downtown // december 26th

They must’ve still had a ton of leftover holiday cups considering that Casey still got one. He didn’t mind, he was still in a festive mood, at least until New Years. Looking at his cup, he virtually almost ran into someone as he headed towards the door. “Liv.” They went from being engaged to what felt like strangers. And yeah he moved here to get closure with her, but he didn’t expect to see her so soon and be so off guard when he did. “I didn’t see you there.” He did see her there in reality, but what else was he supposed to say? “They have the holiday cups still.”

#{ oliviamorales }#{ conversation }

maggiehendry:

MAGGIE.

@heartsdalestarters

location: juniper cafe who: open! (assume connections or hmu to plot!)

maggie wasn’t often someone that went on dates. throughout college it had been fun, but as an adult she had found it tiresome to try to force connections when they weren’t there. but lately she had been quite lonely. sure, there was hudson, but that was different and unlikely to go anywhere else. so, giving a man the benefit of the doubt, she found herself sitting in the juniper cafe that afternoon waiting on someone that had yet to show. at first she thought he was just running later, but now it was clear that she was being stood up.

it was beginning to irritate her, finding herself red and embarrassed, she waved down the person nearest to her table, “hey, hey,” she said a little louder than a whisper. she hoped that she could use someone to save her from having to walk out of here feeling more embarrassed than she already was. “sit with me.” she almost grabbed them by the arm, “you would really be saving me right now.”

He had been at the cafe, grabbing an afternoon coffee before going back to work. It wasn’t uncommon for Casey to dive into his work more when his personal life was in shambles. And even when he didn’t dive more into his work, he was always working a lot in general. When an unfamiliar face began speaking, he looked towards her and grabbed his coffee and bag and moved tables to sit with her. “I have to admit, though, I’m a very bad actor.” Ironically he had lived in LA for a long time, but he had never taken an acting class or even been to an improv night at a club and watched one of those groups in action. “I think I’m just a bad liar in general.” He was probably telling her too much already, considering she didn’t ask. “But I can just sit with you, of course, and not say anything. Why do you need me to sit with you?”

#{ conversation }#{ maggiehendry }

vannrichmond:

VANN.

where → his house in suffix mills when → mid-afternoon who → @heartsdalestarters

knock knock knock – It was a very heartless knock, almost nonexistent if he wasn’t a light sleeper, but any noise at all during his midafternoon nap was basically cannon fire. What also didn’t help was the knocks awoke his dog as well, who immediately started on barking. He ignored it the first time, hoping it’d go away, but again, there it was, and the dog barked even quicker–with a long, slow sigh, the man found his feet, and a shirt off the ground, “hold on.” He drawled across the house, as he slowing made his way tot he door, pulling the shirt over his shoulder’s as he did so before opening the door, “where’s the god damn fire? Jesus.”

Casey was still settling into his new home in Suffix Mills. It was a big move from the whole other side of the country, and some of his stuff still wasn’t here. And he wasn’t quite sure what he needed living in Georgia. It wasn’t like him to do something on a whim, especially something as big as this. He usually would’ve done a whole ton of research about Heartsdale, the weather, and all that good stuff. But he hadn’t. And it was now almost mid-December. Did he need a shovel? Did it snow in the south? So many questions were now building up and before he knew it, he was walking outside and towards another house. He knocked on a door thrice, before putting his hands down as he waited for someone to answer. “Oh, there’s no fire. I’m sorry to bother you, I am. I just forgot winter’s a season. And I was wondering do people prepare for winter around here? Do I need a shovel and salt or what’s the deal?” Was it urgent? No but it was urgent in his mind.

#{ conversation }#{ vannrichmond }

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