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Going to this event was like any other event hosted by the town of Stowe -- boring and yet somehow he was always dragged to them. Though admittedly it was hard to resist the cute smile and seductive eyes of his girlfriend, who was currently standing in their kitchen, doing some last finishing touches to the basket of hers that he’d end up bidding on. If only she would just agree on them going out to eat for lunch instead. “You sure we have to go to this? That basket could be left here and we can go ... anywhere else.” 

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“Are you sure this basket isn’t too much?” He never once thought he’d have to make a basket in his life. Granted the rules had changed recently but he always opted out of the event, donating a reasonable amount to keep the Stoweys happy, and making it out with maybe bidding on one or two -- just to participate. Now here he was, freaking out over the fact that he had to convince his assistant and long time friend to help him create something decent. He ended up with a basket full of basic picnic goodies such as cheese, crackers, grapes and even two bottles of wine (which he thought to be a bit much). As he held the basket, he kept glancing down at it and then back at Maggie, uncertain. “What if a kid bids on it?” 

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It was only by some short of a miracle that this year they did not have to make a basket for the fundraiser. For the last three years their luck hadn’t been so fortunate and every year Remi had struggled to come up with anything decent. Last year they made their own granola bars and trail mixes that weren’t exactly excitedly welcomed as much as the other baskets with delicious meals. Cooking was definitely not her specialty and for that she was thankful she was spared from the embarrassment. Instead they were granted freedom of bidding on whatever basket they desired and Remi happily stood near the stage, snacking on cotton candy a vender was selling. 

“Any baskets you have your eye on?” They found themselves asking the person next to them, trying to make conversation. The words of her parents often echoed in her mind whenever attending public events such as these, believing their youngest child needed to be more involved and social with the town. Something about being a public figure though Remi wasn’t entirely sure how being a park ranger was a public figure. 

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full name: zhao re mi “remi” age / date of birth: twenty-six / august 18th 1995 pronouns: she/they gender: non-binary sexuality: pansexual occupation: park ranger neighborhood: village how long have they’ve been in stowe?:  26 years faceclaim: jessie mei li personality traits: courageous, dutiful, intuitive, impatient, transparent & quirky

TW mentions of bullying

Nothing could ever be like home to Re Mi. When they were younger, they explored, going to places her friends would always talk about but no place could ever compare. Perhaps because she was truly a homebody. But those who knew her would know it was solely because of the forest and the excess to nature they possessed. Growing up Remi took every opportunity given to tag along on her father’s work adventures in Cady Hills Forest. By the age of twelve, she had already explored half of the forest, with her father’s watchful eye, and had dreams of one day being able to say they touched every part of Cady Hills. Though these dreams, their parents feared, spun off from a more serious reason – bullying.

As the days of middle school closed in and high school began, it became clearer that Remi wasn’t the most popular person in school. From what the Zhaos knew, Re Mi would follow in their brother’s footsteps which entailed good grades and a fairly active social life. However despite expectations, Remi was rather the opposite. Instead they preferred the company of animals, insects and the forest floor as opposed to a room of teenage girls giggling and gossiping. By their sixteen birthday, Remi had already adopted a rather genderless look, getting even more stares from wandering eyes at school. Soon they were skipping classes and spending as much time as they could before sundown in nature, bringing a few friends along from time to time.

By the time they graduated high school, Remi was proudly a non-binary to all those who mattered to them. They found comfort and happiness in this genderlessly defined option, giving them more space to breathe and exist without the confines of female expectations. But it was more than that to Remi – it meant finally putting a name to something they couldn’t for so long.

Everything after high school felt like some sort of fated path. They stuck around in Stowe while others who were desperate to get out, did everything they could to make their way into the world beyond the little town. Remi instead took up a few part time jobs here and there while getting an associates degree at the nearby community college. Talks of going to a university never went anywhere when it came to the Zhaos’ second child. Nothing really seemed to spark and nothing could make them happy as much as being out in nature did. After earning her associates in environment science, Remi applied to become a park ranger for Cady Hills Forest.

Being a park ranger was the most expected thing to happen. Despite their parents’ talks and concerns, Remi pursued this career head-on and has dedicated the majority of their time to their work. While her father is proud to be working with their kid, they are vocal about how he doesn’t want to see Re Mi stuck in this town forever. Remi normally tunes out after a while and just enjoys the company whether these talks happen on their patrol runs or at family dinners.

At the moment, Remi is content with her life as antisocial as it is at times, not caring much about the dating world or what life is like outside of Stowe, Vermont.

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full name: brandon segal  age / date of birth: twenty-seven / july 23rd 1993 pronouns: he/him gender: cismale sexuality: heterosexual occupation: tattoo artist / drug dealer  neighborhood: village  how long have they’ve been in stowe?:  9 months  faceclaim: pete davidson  personality traits: charming, good-natured, goofy, impulsive, sarcastic & self-deprecating

Life became sort of one big fat joke to Brandon the moment his father walked out on his family nineteen years ago. From the age of seven, he was the man of the house and grew up alongside his younger sister, Amelia, who grew up to outshine him in every aspect of life. While there was no real demand for being the man of the house, he felt pressured and it led Brandon down the path of drugs as a sort of escapism. Unlike his sister, Brandon had no real ambitions and most of his high school career was spent chasing a high. It was easier for him to blaze up rather than deal with the fact that he will never get to be his proud father’s son.

Unfortunately marijuana was an easy outlet for Brandon as he wasn’t anything special. He wasn’t very scholarly and had no interest in sports. However he did have interest in art classes. Even as a child, he found solace in drawing, always known for doodling something or running around with his sketch book. Becoming a tattoo artist was a natural fit for him. After getting a few (stupid) tattoos himself, he went and got himself an apprenticeship two years after high school. After a year or so of apprenticing, he got his license and worked for the tattoo shop he apprenticed for.  

Moving to Stowe was really a luck of the draw. After one night of gambling he found himself the proud new owner of a three acre pot farm land. Of course it would be somewhere up in bumblefuck but Brandon saw an opportunity here. An opportunity to go BIG. With a little bit of money and weed in his pockets, he moved out of Brandon’s mother’s house and headed straight up to Stowe, Vermont to visit their lucky winning.

He’s currently working at InkPulsive as tattoo artist while living with his girlfriend Scout, trying to figure out what to do with this piece of land. 

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full name: miles james parker age / date of birth: thirty-four / may 28th 1987 pronouns: he/him gender: cismale sexuality: heterosexual occupation: almost ceo of parker hotel neighborhood: sterling how long have they’ve been in stowe?:  2 years faceclaim: michael b. jordan personality traits: ambitious, clever, determined, passive, resentful & suspicious

Failure wasn’t an acceptable option in the Parker household.  Failure was a weakness that had to be avoided at all costs which meant sacrifices. Raising Miles and his older brother was simply a sacrifice the Parkers were willing to pay, hoping their sons saw this as a necessary move in order to conquer the hotel market. Unfortunately that meant Miles grew up unsure whether or not his parents cared more for their only flesh and blood or that hotel chain inherited decades ago. Unlike his older brother, who knew one day the hotel chain would eventually belong to him, Miles refused to let that happen. The moment Daniel started acting up, slipping in the cracks of rebellion in the name of calling attention to their distant parents, Miles saw an opportunity. Competition was not an unfamiliar territory for the Parker brothers but this was different. This was claimage to a throne and the youngest son refused to not fight for the hotel chain. 

It was learned as time moved forward that the fear of failure did not affect the Parkers’ affection towards their eldest son. Despite the late night partying and troubles with the law, the Parkers were quick to cover things up and invest in Daniel’s future in whatever way possibly needed. In the eyes of their parents, Daniel was going to take over the chain and therefore needed to be groomed and protected. Unfortunately for the Parkers, their dreams of their eldest son taking over were not mutually shared. The moment graduation rolled by, Daniel decided to move to Germany, studying abroad, specifically literature, while Miles picked up the pieces of disappointment and in two years time was accepted into Harvard University. 

The idea of Miles taking over was not an easy one to convince the Parkers of. Despite the fucks up and the clear disinterest Daniel had for the business world, their father continued to push Miles’ brother to step up. 

Despite the feeling of “second best”, Miles pushed that aside and focused on the bigger picture – the business. His father had one of the most successful hotel chains in America but Miles’ plans didn’t stop there. While his father was more unsure of the idea, the younger was determined to take the chain international. With or without his father’s help.  He could wait the man out – he was after all in his late 70s. For now he had no problem living off the wealth. 

 As Miles’ father got older, sicker, the man spent most of his days in bed while Miles ran the company under good o’ dad’s permission. What he hadn’t expected was Daniel to come home.    

While he feels currently threatened, the youngest Parker will not allow his brother to gain control of the hotel chain. No matter what the cost entails.

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full name: kyle jenner  age / date of birth: thirty-seven / may 16th 1983  pronouns: he/him gender: cismale  sexuality: heterosexual  occupation: town sheriff neighborhood: stowe hollow how long have they’ve been in stowe?:  37 years faceclaim: sebastian stan personality traits: benevolent, brave, enigmatic, loyal, sarcastic & snarky 

Law & order were embedded into his DNA, his father being the late sheriff in Stowe and his grandfather having been a detective back in his prime. Determination and the desire to seek justice ran through his veins and as time would tell, Kyle would become one of the next Jenner with a badge. It was all he ever wanted to do, from grade school to finishing up his two years’ promised community college, becoming a cop was his lifelong dream. When he became an official part of the Stowe’s police department, he could have swore he saw a tear roll down his father’s cheek. It was a special moment, a defining one in Kyle’s life.  

Kyle knew the sort of man he was and he was unapologetic for it. He was a simple country man, who loved getting out there and catching the bad guys. He loved hanging out at the bar with his friends, enjoying a beer or two and watch a football game. And he didn’t mind coming home to a fixer-upper house he had bought two years ago, fixing it little by little on the weekends. As far as Kyle figured, a simple life was the best kind of life. There was no desire for more or for becoming something bigger than he was. All he could ever ask for was for someone to share the northern moon-lit sky with.

This is not to say Kyle is not to be taken seriously. He pours his heart and soul into protecting his beloved town and will not hesitate to do what needs to be done.

He can also be a little off putting at first – not exactly known to be charming. The man likes to keep to himself but deep down he is a softee.  

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It’s just been recently that he’s finding his way and being okay.

[rob-pattinson]

MICHAEL B. JORDAN PEOPLE’s Sexiest Man Alive 2020

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1ndigomatt·:

“You might be wondering how I got here,” Matt laughed, resting his hands on the wood table before him. “A kissing booth and all.” Rolling his eyes, he pointed to the sign hanging on the front of the table. “All proceeds go to a charity of your choice.” Pausing, Matt let his arms cross against his chest. A mild smile rested on his lips as he stood there for another long second. “Five bucks a pop. I’m a sucker for a cause.”

Miles just stared at the kid, unsure what to make of him. Clearly not his entire set of marbles were there but he did his best not to judge. Instead the elder stuffed a $100 in the kid’s jar, hoping the amount was acceptable enough to refuse the kiss. “I imagine it would be ridiculous to split up the money for every charity people picked. You should adjust your sign to something more realistic.” 

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Snorting, Willa rolled her eyes a little and shook her head. “Do I come across as the cheerful welcoming type?” she posed, her eyes focused only on him as her tongue darted out to run along her bottom lip. His gaze was burrowing into her, making her body flood with a subtle warmth and her stomach clench a little. There was something incredibly alluring about him, almost dangerously so. “Right,” she smirked with a nod, leaning forward a little. “I’m always looking for something, it just depends what you have to offer me.” 

A playful smirk appeared and he stared at her like this for a moment, studying her. Part of he wanted to test her and see what kind of shit she was willing to get herself into but business came first. If she continued to hang around, she would prove to be a distraction and distractions weren’t something he could afford. “I have whatever you desire. Just name it,” he said coolly, wondering if she would ever get the hint. “Though something tells me you’re not here for some goodies.” 

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“Never claimed to.” He pointed out, watching the bird fly around the station. “You, you could just call animal control. Pretty sure they’d get the thing back where it belongs.” Hunter said with a smirk. “Although personally, I’d say you should keep it. Brings a breath of somewhat fresh air into the precinct.” 

“The bird belongs to the zoo. If I call animal control, I’ve been warned I’d be fine for stealing the toucan so they’re suppose to be picking the damn thing up tomorrow. I’m doing my best not to set it free,” he replied, rubbing his neck and face in grief. “Brings fresh poop is more like it.” 

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Ellery smirked and let out. a low chuckle. “I can think of something sweet I’d much rather take a bite of,” he teased, squeezing her tighter to him. He’d never get tired of holding her and it felt too soon when she pulled away to finish what she was doing. Taking his purple cowboy hat off, he tossed it onto a chair and pushed his hair back. “Yeah, it’s not too bad. Wandered around for a bit, hung out with Brandon and Brownie. How about you? Enlighten a lot of people on their potential futures?” He’d started to grasp just how the whole tarot thing worked and was careful not to state that they actually told the future, she’d corrected him on that more than once. 

She could not take him seriously in this outfit he put together. Presley has been trying, truly, but one glance from a stranger and she felt second-hand embarrassment, pulling away slightly as she turned to shield herself. With her cheeks turning pink, well aware of her own nervousness, Presley busied herself with one of the pink fringe pieces on his vest. “It’s good you got to hang out with them if only for a little while. I know they have their own booth to run,” she muttered before offering him a small smile and let go of his shirt. “Sort of. I’ve had a few a little upset by the reading but I think that’s because they expected more from a 3-card draw,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “You do know your costume is insane, right?” Her fingers were once again playing with the fringe, biting her lip.