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@elizaxfox
eliza fox is 31 years old and was born in kismet harbor, oregon. she left town at age 20 to pursue a music career in nyc, and returned december 2025. she lives in horizon park in driftwood haven and works as a bartender at high pulse.
( BIO ) ( CONNECTIONS ) ( PHOTOS )
Courtney let out a chuckle, "I meant like the Friends episode. Ya know, pivot? Ross keeps telling Chandler and...oh never mind." She waved it off and shook her head, her joke falling flat and she figured to move on, especially since the other seemed to do so at the sight of Seymour. The dog was the biggest goofball and friendliest pitbull one would ever meet; every living being was a potential friend. The most dangerous thing about him was his tail or his weight as he sat or laid down on you, not realizing he wasn't a lapdog or a small dog at least. Pushing the stroller closer, Courtney smiled at the sight, "his name is Seymour and he is essentially the mayor of the entire block. On the other hand, I'm Courtney and this is Clara," she pointed to the sleeping newborn in the stroller. "Nice to meet you, ah I see. How long ago did you move out?" @elizaxfox
"Oh, oops. Sorry, I never really watched Friends. I feel like they should've been better friends to each other, y'know? If that's what they were going to call the show." Eliza shrugged, throwing out her controversial opinion without much thought. She was already focused on the goofy pitbull, happily scratching behind his ears. "Mayor Seymour! That's great news for me. He seems like he might be easily bribed with bacon-flavored treats." She straightened herself back up to peek at the stroller, not wanting to wake the sleeping girl, and furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to work out her timeline. "I left this house nearly 20 years ago, but I didn't leave Kismet Harbor until 2014. I've been in New York City the last decade or so." Not wanting to get stuck too long on her own life, she turned the question back around on her neighbor. "What about you? How long have you and your adorable little family been in town?"
@courtneyxblake
"Mm, I knew you were still a generous person." Though he and Eliza had not exactly been in touch for quite some time. As she averted her gaze, tracing her circles on the table top, he just watched. He knew it had to be serious if she wasn't looking at him. "Shit, Eliza." Omar blew air over his lips, knowing that the relationship between Eliza and her father had been anything but hunky dory. "I know some good contractors in the area if you wanted to redo it or," he leaned in closer, "I'd be willing to help you burn it down." @elizaxfox
"Oh, yeah. It's like I haven't changed at all." Eliza made the comment with a smile and a laugh, but the words tugged at her chest. She'd been so sure that her life would change - that she would change - once she'd escaped to the world beyond Kismet Harbor. But now she was back in town with nothing to show for it. Maybe she'd been fooling herself to think she'd find something more. Maybe this was all she was supposed to be. Eliza laughed at his suggestion and leaned forward, matching his conspiratorial whisper. "Unless those contractors take payments in laundry quarters and questionable takeout leftovers, I'm thinking arson is a better bet." She shook out her hair, putting the poor subject matter behind her. "Enough about my sad state of affairs. I wanna hear about you! Top three highlights in the life of Omar Morrison. Go."
@omarxmorrison
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The air in the room had felt too dense, filled with people in black, who kept telling him what a great person his brother had been, even questions about the future of the vineyard now that his brother was gone and his father was at a retirement age. He'd left as soon as he were able, his feet carrying him towards the many rows of grapevines, even though the branches bore no fruits this time of year. He thought he had slipped away from prying eyes when all of a sudden he stumbled upon someone, seated by herself in the cold January air. It brought him a strange sense of deja-vu, but didn't let himself linger in the moment as he let out a sigh. "Mind if I hide out here?" He asked, rolling his shoulders as if it were to help him ward the cold that was slowly soaking into his skin.
Recently, Eliza had been on a sort of failed homecoming tour - visiting all of her old songwriting haunts just to stare at a blank page and wait for words to appear. As if the last seven months had been a fluke and inspiration would suddenly strike. She'd been sitting among the dormant grapevines of Cunnamore Vineyard for nearly two hours now. And, to no one's surprise, she had nothing to show for it but an empty notebook and very cold hands. So, when the vineyard heir himself appeared, she was more than grateful for the interruption. "Are you asking my permission?" Eliza tilted her head, lips quirking into a smile. "To hang out on your own land? On which I am currently technically maybe possibly trespassing?"
@rahmipamuk
"Impeccable taste is exactly right." Frankie couldn't help but agree. It wasn't as the woman began to wonder who she was, Frankie was about to give it away. As she parted her own lips to say that she was a drummer in the band the brunette figured it out. A smile tugged on the corner of her lips, a large one. There was something about being recognized, especially as the drummer, of the band she had with her sister that made her excited. It still felt surreal to be recognized in the first place. "Yeah, I am." She said with a nod of her head, cheeks flushing pink. "Okay, but being called an absolute badass is my favorite compliment in the world." @elizaxfox
"Yes! I knew it!" Eliza pumped her fist, elated with herself for remembering. She'd seen a lot of bands while living in New York, but she always made a note of the ones that stood out to her - and Scarlet Sirens had absolutely stood out. "It's the highest compliment, in my opinion. I love seeing chick drummers killing it onstage." Eliza was fully focused on the other woman, the beautiful bouquet already forgotten. "I'm Eliza. I'm -" She cut herself off, realizing she was about to introduce herself as the frontwoman of a band that no longer existed. She shook off the thought, her smile only flickering for a moment. "I'm a huge fan, obviously."
@frankiexcalloway
Rosa let out an excited squeal, barely able to contain her tippy toes as she hugged the other. She had plenty of people on her bad list that, when she did see someone from her past she was thrilled to see, excited was an understatement. "Ugh, duh! They should all be fawning over you. Absolutely gorgeous." She pointed out, her hands mimicking a photo frame where she tried to capture the other's face. "Remember me when you're at the top. Toss me a wink sometimes." She smiled, a little shimmy of the shoulders. She wasn't aware of the other's 'failures', admittedly being terrible at keeping up with other people's lives and trying to salvage that of hers and trying to get somewhere, out of this bloody town. "Oh, please, take all of the attention, better you than me." She mused, not planning on mentioning the judgy stares she had gotten during her pregnancy all those years ago. That was a dark period in her life and one she was desperate to forget. "Soooo, tell me, what are you up to? What can I expect from the Eliza Fox here, back to her roots?" @elizaxfox
"Me gorgeous? Look who's talking! You're a certified knockout." Eliza's smile and laughter hitched at Rosa's comment about her being 'at the top,' her genuine excitement glitching into something more forced. She had been headed for the top for a brief, beautiful moment there. Now, she was right back at the bottom with no ladder in sight. But she quickly steered herself away from that line of thinking, waving the woman's words away. "I'll blow you a kiss if I can make your face out from behind all the flashing lights." She added in an overexaggerated hair toss for good measure, determined to keep their reunion happy and fun. "Oh, you know me. Always up to no good. I'm sure I'll find a way to raise hell one way or another. The real question is: will you be joining me?" Eliza quirked an eyebrow, her smile downright mischievous.
@rosadelavega
Solana was staring at the photo, feeling like she recognized someone in the photograph but it wasn't until it was pointed out to her that it fully hit her. Then it hit her twice, because of who pointed it out. "Eliza?" Her brows furrowed, moving from the photograph up to the woman that had pointed at Ramona in the middle, noting her lime green hair phase. "I-" she stammered, falling quiet as she fought to find the words to say. They'd been so close, once upon a time. "Sorry, I just didn't expect to run into you, here, of all places." Solana apologized, the defeat evident in her words. @elizaxfox
"Yeah, still no washing machine at the Fox house." Eliza rolled her eyes. She'd been unrealistically hopeful that her father had made some upgrades in the last century, but no such luck. "I'm living there, actually. For now. ...Surprise?" Eliza raised her hands up and wiggled her fingers, injecting an awkward jazz hands moment into an already awkward situation. The tension was almost painful. There'd been a time when communication had flowed so easily between them that words were practically unnecessary. Now things felt stilted and off-balance. Eliza forced a smile anyway, determined to power through. "I didn't know if I should tell you I was in town or not. To be honest, I wasn't sure you'd even care."
@solanaxortiz
He made a face, "That's always a gamble," for anything, just like buying off Facebook, you never knew what was good and true. He smirked, "I mean, I could help you get it back to your place," if he somehow could not get it fixed here on the side of the road. "Not more of me but someone that doesn't look like he had rangle 30 teenagers all day long," he teased as he got down to look at it. "So, before it stopped, what did it do? what did it sound like?" he asked to get an idea. He smirked, hearing what she said, as he went to try and work out what was wrong. @elizaxfox
Eliza smiled at his offer. "Any help would be appreciated. Oddly enough, standing on the side of the road waiting for it to magically start working again didn't seem to be working." She laughed at his description of himself, shaking her head. "Well, I don't know if I'll be adding teenager-wrangling to my beauty routine, but it seems to be working for you. So good on ya." Her eyebrows furrowed at his question, unsure if she had the vocal range to mimic the moped's dying words. "It let out a very loud and ugly sounding screech and then it just... slowed to a stop and wouldn't start again. It was almost demonic sounding, actually. Like, if you can't fix it with modern tools, I might try an exorcism next."
@diegoocastro
Pregnant or not, Calliope didn't want to miss out on the joys of partying. Dancing wouldn't hurt the baby and she was enjoying herself on soda just as much as she was on alcohol. The fact that she ended up sipping on a banana coconut milkshake (they really were right about pregnancy cravings being weird) after an evening of clubbing just made the evening even better. If she was feeling particularly fun she might even go by the police station in the hopes to get a sneak peek of her boyfriend. "You're telling me, this is so good." She groaned, feeling a sisterhood with the woman across from her. It was only when the woman admitted she didn't know her name did she freeze mid sip before she let out a laugh. "Holy shit, and I don't know yours!" She laughed. Oh to be so relaxed around women. "I'm Calliope, Cali, Cal. Whichever you're feeling like." @elizaxfox
Eliza continued to pull at her straw, nodding her agreement and enthusiasm. Unlike her new friend, Eliza had not abstained from alcohol at the club and her tipsy brain was living for this delicious drink. Kismet Harbor might not have much, but they had excellent milkshakes and she was in excellent company - and that was enough for now. Their giggles were definitely the brightest spot in the diner at this hour, and Eliza's laughter only increased when the woman said her name. "Calliope? The Greek Muse? Goddess of poetry and eloquence?" She leaned back against the booth, shaking her head. "Well, if I'd known I was in the presence of a deity, I would've brought you somewhere a lot nicer than a 24-hour diner." She let out another string of laughter at the thought of sharing a milkshake with a goddess. "I'm Eliza. Which unfortunately only produces references to Pygmalion or The Wild Thornberrys."
@calxwallace
The sound of the woman's voice was immediately recognizable to Omar. He lifted his head, setting the pen down atop the sketchbook. Eliza Fox, in the flesh. "You're right," Omar's hands came up in a mock surrender at her words. "That was far too long and shame on me." A soft laugh passed over his lips. "I was just in the groove, I don't know that it's all that good." Though the man had always been far too humble for his own good. "I hadn't heard you were back in town. What brings you back to good ole Kismet? Just visiting now that the holidays are over?" @elizaxfox
Eliza tilted her head back and forth, as if she was thinking over whether to be upset or not, before flashing Omar another smile. "I suppose I can find it in my heart to forgive you. But only because I'm positive that it is that good." Her smile promptly extinguished at the mention of her return to town. She looked down, focusing on her finger tracing circles on the tabletop to avoid making eye contact as she spoke. "My dad died." She shrugged, doing her damnedest to appear unaffected. Though Omar knew better than most about her terrible (and later nonexistent) relationship with her father. "But don't worry, he made sure to leave me with his shitty old house. One last ditch attempt at Father of the Year, I guess. Unfortunately, he won't be getting any postmortem nominations from me."
@omarxmorrison
The fresh air was absolutely needed, as being cooped up in the small home she shared with her husband and now daughter, along with their dog, cat, and bearded dragon was getting stuffy and dull. Taking her daughter for a walk, bundling her up and bringing Seymour along, she grabbed a coat and turned at the corner of the street. It was chilly and she was glad to have brought a blanket for the infant, she zipped up her coat some more and allowed Seymour to take his time sniffing everything.
The grunting and cursing of a distant neighbor made her chuckle, and knew she'd go investigate. "Howdy right back," she waved and smiled, allowing her dog to greet the woman too. "I mean I guess. Did you try pivoting it? You know really pivot the chair a bit," gesturing with her hands before a smirk formed on her lips. @elizaxfox
Eliza laughed outright at the suggestion. "Oh, just pivot it? That's all it takes? If only you and your sage wisdom were here 20 minutes ago." The moment the dog made a move in her direction, Eliza abandoned the chair and let it topple to the ground. It was out of the house, so she'd consider this task completed for now. Where it went from here was a problem for Future Eliza. Present Eliza was much more interested in greeting adorable dogs. "And hello to you too, cutie!" She held her hand out for inspection, letting the dog sniff her before kneeling right onto the ground and diving in for pets. "I'm Eliza, by the way." She addressed the woman once more, smiling up at her. "Just moved in. Well, back in, I guess. If you want to get all technical about it."
@courtneyxblake
Arlo knew Eliza enough to know that she wasn't exactly the most innocent friend he'd ever had. Sure, there had been many times the two of them had their fair share of chaos induced shenanigans throughout their own time together, but, that was also several years ago. Not that Arlo was opposed but, he was trying to better his reputation around this town; if he hadn't already. "Oh speaking of picture, we definitely need an updated one." he nodded, almost as if he'd forgotten he was freaking out two seconds prior. Yet, just as quickly as he'd 'forgotten' he heard her and he laughed, shaking his head. "You're something else, Eliza Fox." he stated, letting his gaze meet hers and then at the bar. Thankfully for Arlo - not so much for his boyfriend - the curls often got him his way. Tonight would be the true test. "You know what, why the hell not?" he shrugged. "Let me go turn the charm on." @elizaxfox
"Yeah, yeah. We can take a selfie from the roof with the spoils of our heist. It'll be way cooler than whatever photo wall props they've got going on over there." Eliza waved her hand away at the mention of the photos, much more interested in making a memory than preserving one. "I'm something incredible, Arlo Contreras. And my shenanigans are so much more exciting when I have you to drag into them." The beaming smile she gave Arlo was genuine. She might not have missed Kismet Harbor, but she had missed her friends. And with her father's death and her mother MIA, Arlo was the closest thing she had left to family. She patted his cheek and pointed in the direction of the bar. "Now go use that beautiful smile for something useful. The mission begins now."
@arlocontreras
(THE END.)
In order to keep up appearances, Maddox sometimes made a show of it to do the club's administration and paychecks at the bar after closing. It in itself also provided the opportunity for him to sus out the employees, for he could not tolerate incompetence. You often had one chance with Maddox, ruin it, and you were out. At the sound of the woman's voice, Maddox's fingers stopped typing, dark eyes glancing over the laptop screen where behind the brightness her features were defined by the red and blue neon lighting the bar offered. He didn't answer her question, instead waiting for her to continue for he could see the gears turning behind those eyes of hers. When she had finished her rambling and settled with asking if she were right did he lower the laptop screen, allowing the darker atmosphere to descend upon his face. "Italian red wine." His answer sounded, having no interest in wine of any other nation. "But bourbon is a good second, yes." And yet, Maddox only drank for appearances, and never much. He wouldn't allow his senses to be dulled, but for some reason carrying a glass in one's hand often gave off a different demeanour. "Any particular reason you're asking? @elizaxfox
Eliza couldn't help the way her lips quirked in amusement at his answer. Italian red wine. The specificity in his answer told her more about him than just his preferred beverage. She'd worked in New York bars long enough to become familiar with the proud Italian type. She also knew better than to comment on that. "Damn, only a silver medal for me this time then." Her tone was light, unbothered that she wasn't fully correct. She'd been close enough to not have completely embarrassed herself in front of her new boss. "Just good old fashioned curiosity, I guess." Eliza shrugged, picking up a few of the recently washed glasses to dry them as she spoke. She was still on the clock, after all. "You can tell a lot about someone by their drink of choice. The type of person they are, the type of drinker they are. It's always good information to have, especially as a bartender." She tilted her head, smiling. "Plus, knowing the boss's drink order comes in handy more often than not."
@maddoxcage
The clap that sounded in his ears caught him by surprise, but Anthony had made strides since a quick and abrupt noise would have ruined his night. What caught him even more by surprise was her slipping his arm around his own and leading him toward the table where the dares were in a bowl. "Kind and benevolent, you say?" Anthony's brow raised and he stood in front of the table, watching her. He didn't know her, she didn't know him and Anthony didn't mind that, not having to be looked at with a certain sort of pity. "Okay," he turned, his hand diving into the papers before pulling one out. "This one is a dare to convince another guest that we are a mysterious duo with a shared past. Sounds like a dare we do together." @elizaxfox
"Kind, benevolent, charismatic, intelligent, courageous - the list goes on." Eliza gave a playful wink, continuing to trail her fingers over the papers. She was itching for some entertainment to liven up this party - and she'd never been one to turn down a dare. Her eyes lit up at the task he selected for them. "Ooh, that's a good one! We need a good backstory then." She moved closer to him, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "We could go classic with the Bonnie & Clyde route, and this masquerade is just a pit stop on our whirlwind crime spree. Or we could be more subtle with our nefarious deeds. Con artists looking for our latest target! Ooh, or maybe we're long lost siblings reuniting after one of us ran off with every dime of the family fortune. Or - wait, shit. Sorry, do you already have an idea? Am I stomping all over your ideas?"
@anthonyxblake
"Consider the welcome wagon officially done, then," she affirmed with a quick nod, completely understanding the other woman's lack of excitement about being there in Kismet. Tanner had been the exact same when she'd come to Kismet to get away from all of the demons that plagued her in New York. Any negative thoughts about the town melted away as Eliza reacted to her news about the new job and her chest swelled with pride about it all. "Yeah, yeah. Took awhile, but I got there. Pretty fucking exciting shit and I know the driver really well. He lives around here actually, so, we'll work well together, I think." Though it was the rest of the team that she would be more locked in with at the factory and then back on the road, it was certainly a bonus that she knew the driver she'd be working for.
Eliza's eventual answer to the lingering question of why she was there brought an immediate cringe out of Tanner. She wasn't the softest or the kindest person, not at all the person you go to if you're looking for sympathy in most situations. "A last fuck you from the old man, what a fucking celebration, huh?" she said as she lifted the drink in her hand in a faux cheers. The answer explained enough for Tanner who let the line of question at bay with that. "I guess the bright side is enough people seem to want to live here that it shouldn't be too hard to offload the dump."
@elizaxfox
"Shit, Tanner. That's awesome. I'm so happy for you." Eliza's smile and her words were genuine, her own failures momentarily forgotten. She'd visited Tanner a lot after the accident, and she could visibly see how much progress she'd made. The emotional scars seemed to be healing along with the physical ones. "Wait, back up. He lives around here? You move to Bumfuck Nowhere, Oregon and there's an F1 driver conveniently in town and in need of a mechanic? What in the Hallmark? Is he also ridiculously good looking and secretly a prince?"
Eliza scoffed, shaking her head at her father's parting 'gift.' "Right? He couldn't pick up the phone to call once in nearly twenty years, but he did walk his ass down to a lawyer's office and write out a will. What a joke." She was still conflicted about her father's motivations. Was it meant to be an apology, or a final middle finger? Was having a safe place to fall her blessing, or was returning to Kismet Harbor her curse? It was just one of the many tangents keeping her up at night lately. "They'd have to be pretty desperate. It's in worse shape than I remember. I'm trying to clear it out, but arson might really be in everyone's best interests here."
@tannerkohli
The whistle had been what caused her to freeze, anger creeping up all the way to her shoulders and she was about ready to death glare the person that dared to even perk their lips up in her presence. But it was the nickname that made her turn around, eyes wide, nearly causing a whiplash as they landed on none other than Eliza Fox. The anger dissipated from her in an instance, like snow before the sun, her jaw relaxing as her mouth went agape, then curled into a smile. "No way, Foxy??" She called out, nearly hopping her way towards the other. "What are you doing back here?? Oh my God! You look amazing!" @elizaxfox
"In the flesh!" Eliza closed the last of the distance between the pair, excitedly wrapping her arms around the other woman. She might not have missed Kismet Harbor during her time away, but she did miss her people. She laughed away Rosa's compliment, shaking her head. "Must be my new skin care routine. It's called 'Insomnia.' I do wear it well, I'll admit. I'm in talks for a brand deal." She kept her tone light as she spoke, not wanting to detract from their happy reunion with the gritty details of her recent failures. "I heard the town was in desperate need of excitement, so I decided to lend my services for awhile. It's so important to give back."
@rosadelavega
He smirked, "I mean, maybe, you never know, I could be an outstanding actor," he joked as he looked at her from the guy he had picked out. He knew a few who were fishermen, which is why he had the idea, but the guy he pointed at wasn't one of them. "I bet he does, like rushed off the boat and right to his place to change, but not enough time to shower and get the stink off," he joked with a smile, as he could talk as he worked with fish a lot, so he could smell like fish. "I may like the smell, so never covers it, he thinks it's charming?" he teased.
Hearing what she said, he chuckled as he looked over at the women she was talking about for a moment, smiring at her wild story. "I mean, that's no good man... not that you ever should cheat, but bringing her to a big local event, it's like he's asking to be found out," he teased. "But good for her to take what she should and get away with someone better," he laughed at what she added, "Oh, secret half-brother, is it her husband doesn't know or she doesn't know?" he laughed. @elizaxfox
"Outstanding actor or not, I. Will. Know." Eliza poked her finger into Tyler's chest three times to emphasize her words. She was confident in her abilities to sus out any trickery in her game. She let her eyes run over their alleged fisherman once more. "Hmm, I can't decide if I like that or not. I mean, it takes guts to own something like that. But I think I'd prefer him to be gutsy in ways that don't smell like actual guts, y'know?"
Eliza nodded enthusiastically. "He's shameless. The kind of man who thinks money means he can do whatever he wants. But soon, the masks will come off... and he won't have any money left to hide behind!" Eliza barely even looked at the woman that inspired her now, getting lost in the soap opera she was spinning in her head. "Neither of them know! The pool boy and the secretary are actually the ones that are truly in love - and this has all been a con. The secretary seduced the husband, the pool boy seduced the wife. And they've stolen all of the money from that secret offshore account. The wife thinks she's meeting the pool boy at the airport, but he won't be there. He's fleeing with the secretary tonight. By boat." Eliza gasped, turning to Tyler with wide eyes. "Maybe the fisherman is in on it. Fishy for more than one reason!"
@tylerxday
