Conor Montgomery

Conor Montgomery 21 years old Pre-med student East Eden College Eden Hollow native

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helenaxwolfe:

“Well, I fully accept your apology.” Helena nodded with a smile, taking note of how jumpy he still seemed to be. She felt bad that the mishap could have caused him to be so on edge. Or had he already been like this? At any rate, the crashing into each other couldn’t have helped. She nodded once more at his brief comment, not wanting to pry into his life when she didn’t know him personally. “Me? Uhm, well I wouldn’t imagine so. Not me anyways. But I’m Helena Wolfe; I’m related to the Wofes in the fashion industry, as well as i work for Christopher Scott.”

That explained it.  “Ah,” Conor said, understanding now how he might recognize this girl.  They’d probably never formally met, but Conor’s family and the Scotts often associated with each other.  “I know the Scotts,” he explained, “well sort of.  Most of them I just know by sight and that’s it.  Their family and mine go way back, though I don’t know the full story there.”  He held his hand out to shake his new acquaintance’s, introducing himself, “I’m Conor.”  For some reason he didn’t let on that he was Mayor Vanderbilt-Montgomery’s son, though he supposed Helena would find out soon enough.

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fvkanastasia:

She nodded, a bit happier now that she had his reassurance, “Alright, rad,” Anastasia smiled. She gestured towards the direction of the diner with a motion of her head, “Shall we?” She headed down the street beside him, “Breakfast food for anything other than breakfast is probably one of the best things,” She said, turning her head to look up at him, “Scrambled eggs for dinner? Or a midnight snack? Best thing in the goddamn world,” She laughed. 

“I got used to it back at my other university,” Conor explained as they walked.  “The one dining hall I always went to had a ‘brinner’ once a week, meaning breakfast for dinner, and it was a big hit.  You had to get there early if you wanted something good.  I always got waffles with strawberry syrup, sometimes pancakes.”  As they walked, Conor glanced back for a second almost unconsciously; it was just a habit by now, and he barely noticed it.  “I’m not sure if I want pancakes or waffles today.  Hell, why not both?”

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rosaamck:

Nodding, Rosalind oved behind he bar to grab a glass and began putting the drink together. Opening the bottle of whiskey, she poured it into the glass befroe adding the 7Up and placing a small bar straw in it as she put it on the counter on top of a coaster. “There you are.” A smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she eyed him. “You waitin’ for someone to join you?”

Smirking, Conor said, “And you didn’t even ask me for ID.  If only more bartenders had been like this before I actually turned 21.”  Taking the drink, Conor took a sip and smiled, saying, “Yeah, definitely what I needed today.  And nope, today I’m drinking alone...which probably isn’t a good thing, I guess, at least if it becomes a habit.”

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fvkanastasia:

 "Was that a weird thing to offer?” She gave a nervous laugh, “Sometimes I can be a bit too friendly, even with people I’ve just met,” She shifted on her feet, “I didn’t even think that it might be weird to invite you to lunch,” She laughed nervously again and smiled semi-apologetically, “You don’t have to come with me, if you don’t want to. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It wasn’t anything fancy either, y’know, I was just gonna get a bite at the diner.”

Shaking his head, Conor replied, “No, that’s alright, it wasn’t weird.  I don’t think you can be too friendly.”  Thinking about it, Conor amended, “Well, maybe you can, but that wasn’t.”  As if on cue, his stomach growled, and he said, “I’m definitely hungry though.  I could go for some waffles or something, even though it’s not breakfast time anymore.”

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madclaine:

          ‘ oh –– ’ maddy starts, only looking up from her chicken scratch-esque handwriting to confirm that the voice doesn’t belong to someone who can get her in actual trouble. ‘ you can read ? good for you, precious. color me impressed. ’ this is typical –– the snark of her words doesn’t match her tone. in fact, she sounds deadly sincere.

A little perturbed, Conor scowled, saying, “I wasn’t trying to impress you.”  He wasn’t in the mood for this sort of thing, telling the girl dismissively, “Good luck not getting into trouble.”

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fvkanastasia:

She shook her head, “I never was good at soccer. I don’t have enough coordination to make a total fool out of myself trying to keep track of the ball, honestly,” Anastasia tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and grinned at him. She politely extended a hand towards him, “It’s nice to meet you, Conor. I’m Anastasia– or just Stasi is fine, to be honest,” She was trying to see if she could place his name with his face. He was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. She was just glad that it wasn’t a case where he knew her and she hadn’t remembered him, “I was just on my way to grab a bite to eat. I’m not sure what you’ve got on your agenda for the day but the company would be more than welcome, if you wanted to join me?”

For a moment, Conor watched Stasi, wondering if he knew what was going through her head.  He’d seen this look before, seen people searching his face in vague recognition, but if she didn’t put it together, he wasn’t going to supply her with his identity.  “Uh, well, I guess we could do that,” Conor agreed.  “I don’t have anything else planned.”  Conor felt safer being around someone else he knew, albeit barely, though he was embarrassed that this tiny girl made him feel marginally safer.  It was just that he hated being alone these days, ever since things had changed back in Providence.

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eloiisewclfes:

❝ perdón, lo siento, ❞ eloise turns to the person behind her in line with an apologetic smile as she ruffles through her purse for that extra dollar.  ❝ sorry, i know i have enough, i swear !! ❞ is this what her pursuit for independence from her family has driven her to? not being able to afford an iced coffee?

Conor saw the girl rummaging through her purse, and he felt sorry for her.  It wasn’t pity, more like sympathy, but he knew what it was like to be embarrassed with everyone watching.  After taking a five dollar bill out of his pocket, he walked up to the girl and handed it to her, saying, “I saw you drop this outside.”

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fvkanastasia:

 She laughed again, “Yeah yeah, I’m fine, really,” Stasi nodded, “No broken bones, no broken phones, nothing– I’m allll good,” She made a wide gesture with her arms as she said the last bit. Then, after slipping her phone in her purse to protect it from further damage, she turned her attention back to him, “Are you alright though? You seemed pretty preoccupied. There’s not some giant Godzilla monster chasing you or something, is there? Should I be running? Because I ran track in high school so I can run if it’s called for.”

“Good, that’s good,” Conor replied distractedly, trying not to feel too embarrassed; he had enough on his mind as it was.  “I’m fine, yeah,” he answered, “just...distracted, which is obvious I guess.”  Laughing a little, Conor assured the girl, “No, no Godzilla monster though,” but he was thinking that it would maybe be preferable in some ways - at least he’d know the danger was coming.  After all, a big monster couldn’t exactly blend in, not like a person could.  “I don’t think we’re going to need to run,” Conor said, “though just in case, I’m glad I played soccer in school.  Maybe not as much running involved as track, but still, there was a lot.”  Partially to break the awkwardness of this encounter, he introduced himself, “I’m Conor,” though he thought she might know who he was already.  Being the mayor’s son brought a certain level of recognition.

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helenaxwolfe:

Continuing to shake her head as she glanced up at him, Helena smiled at him. “Really, it’s all good. No harm done. In fact, you really did me a favor, because I really couldn’t stay on that call much longer.” She joked, though there was a lot of truth to it. As much as she loved her father’s assistant, she just couldn’t understand that at the drop of a feather, she had to call the brunette. “And trust me, I’m really not altogether that great at talking and waling. At the same time or separately. Though the more talking I do, I think you could pick up on that.” Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, she finally stood back up and looked at Conor. “Is everything alright?”

Although he was trying to pay attention, Conor continued to glance back over his shoulder and all around him.  Normally he wasn’t so skittish, but this accidental run-in had him out of sorts.  “Still, I’m sorry, though I’m glad I could do you a favor,” Conor replied, willing himself to relax, or to at least pretend like he was.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” Conor said shortly, not wanting to elaborate.  Looking at the girl, he thought she looked very familiar, though he couldn’t place her.  “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked curiously.

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madclaine:

         perhaps she doesn’t realise how horrendously obvious she is ––– sat front and center on a barstool at sandy’s, it’s apparent by her calculus homework spread out on the bar’s counter in front of her that madelaine isn’t nearly old enough to be in a bar. or alternatively –– maybe she doesn’t quite care about the four long years that lay between her and her first legal drink. at the same time, she doesn’t quite care about the attention she’s garnered with her illegal presence, either. 

Walking into Sandy’s, Conor paused when he saw a girl sitting there with books and paper spread put in front of her.  She looked young, too young to be here, but Conor was intrigued.  Approaching the girl, Conor asked, “Are you doing homework?”  He had spotted her Calculus book, so he suspected this was the case.  “That’s a first, at least for me.”

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rickymcknight:

Ricky couldn’t help but scoff as the other male pulled the money from his wallet. Still, he wasn’t above taking the cash that he had been offering. “You from the East? All I have in my pocket are take-out receipts,” Ricky asked while he counted the bills in his hands.“You don’t see many people carrying that much cash around the Valley.”

Conor wasn’t trying to flaunt his wealth, it was just that he wasn’t used to hiding it.  Most of the people he associated with had as much money as he did, and that wasn’t a pretentious act on his part.  It was just that Conor came from a prestigious family, he’d gone to a private school, and he was from an Ivy League university.  “Ah, sorry,” he apologized, putting the rest of his money away.  Laughing a bit, he asked, “How’d you guess?” though he knew the answer already.  “East Eden, born and raised.”

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fvkanastasia:

 Anastasia was tired after a long day on her feet at the country club. There never seemed to be enough hours in her shift to get everything done and she’d just about used up all the overtime that they allowed her to work. She was in the process of texting a few of her coworkers, trying to find a replacement for someone who’d called out sick when she felt the unpleasant force of someone running into her, “Oh, shit,” She cursed, clutching her phone to her chest so it wouldn’t break. 

   She couldn’t help but laugh a bit, shaking her head, “It’s fine. I wasn’t looking where I was going so it’s probably me who should be apologizing,” She crushed her hair back over her shoulder, “I would ask if you’re okay but I’m way too small to do any real damage to you, I think,” She chuckled again.

Running into the small girl, Conor thought for a moment that she was going to drop her phone, but she held onto it tightly (for which he was relieved).  “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, throwing one last look over his shoulder before focusing again on the girl before him.  “Are you alright?  Seriously, it’s not your fault.  I’m the one who wasn’t watching where I was going.”

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lelandschmidt:

an elongated sigh left leland’s lips as she looked back over at the other. “it’s fine, but i might forgive you completely if you got me an i’m sorry donut. those normally make me feel ten times better.” a small smile covered her features as she grabbed her phone, her hazel eyes immediately inspecting it. “thanks,” immediately left her lips. luckily, no cracks had formed on her screen so all was well. when she noticed he had picked up the donut her smile widened a bit. “i definitely don’t want it back. but maybe you want it as a reminder to not tackle innocent people on the sidewalk,” of course her tone insinuated she wasn’t being serious. 

Conor felt relieved when he saw that the phone was alright, not that he couldn’t have afforded to buy her a new one.  “I didn’t think so,” he replied, laughing a little and feeling a bit better.  He tossed the donut in a nearby trash can and said, “Of course, it’s the least I can do.  There’s a bakery just up here we can stop by if you want.”

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helenaxwolfe:

“Right, yeah. No, of course. I’ll talk to him, don’t worry. Francesca, really, stop fretting. I’ll talk to my father, okay?” Helena sighed as she held the phone up with her shoulder and picked up a blanket that lay on the ground. She was sure that this must have been the one that Aurora dropped earlier in the day. “Uh huh, okay well, Francesca, I have to- OOF” And BAM, phone flew as the brunette almost fell. “No, no no, it’s… it’s okay. I just- ‘HELENA???’ YES, FRANCESCA?” She knelt down to pick the phone back up before speaking up, “Let me call you back, okay? Okay, bye.” Glancing back up at the male, she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, very sorry about that. I really should not have been talking and uh, walking. Or well, failing to.” She chuckled.

Conor was about to reach down and pick up the girl’s phone for her before she did so herself, blushing and embarrassed.  “I’m sorry,” Conor told her, frustrated.  This wasn’t his style, wasn’t the kind of guy he usually was, but his psyche had taken a beating lately.  “It’s not you talking and walking that’s the problem,” he told the girl.  “I’m just a little on edge, not that that’s an excuse.”

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rickymcknight:

Ricky stared at his shattered phone screen laying on the pavement before looking up at the other male. It looks as if getting body-checked by a random stranger was the least of his concerns that day. “The cops after you or something? Don’t worry, I won’t tell them where you hid the bodies,” he joked as he feigned a smile. The serious matter wasn’t lost on Ricky but, to him, the annoyance of a broken phone was a bigger issue at hand.

Even before he saw the shattered screen, Conor knew that the phone was broken by the sound of it shattering.  “No, not the cops,” Conor replied, picking up what remained of the phone and handing it back to him.  They weren’t the ones after him.  “I’ll replace it,” Conor promised, taking his wallet out of his back pocket and pulling out a fistful of bills.  “How much do you need to cover the replacement?” he asked.

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rosaamck:

      “Alright, hotshot. What can I get you this fine afternoon?” Rosalind asked, leaning against the counter of the bar with a sly smile.

It had been a long day, and Conor definitely needed a drink.  “I’ll take a 7 and 7,” he told the bartender.  He hated sitting at the bar, but that was the only open place to sit; he hated having his back to the crowd and kept looking back over his shoulder.

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“I’ve got an idea,” Oliver started, placing his whiskey on the rocks down on the bar as he turned to the person next to him. “How about we leave here and you accompany me for the night. It will be like Batman and Robin, or maybe more like Bonnie and Clyde.” He raised an eyebrow, michevious smirk still lingering on his lips.

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It had been a long time since Conor had seen Oliver, years, not since he’d left the city for Providence.  He barely remembered him, but they’d known each other, having had mutual friends and hanging around at some of the same places.  “And what’s the difference between Batman and Robin hijinks and Bonnie and Clyde activities?” Conor asked, smiling at the man.  “Long time no see, Oliver.”