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ella newton, 24. owner of the rolling scones. // We just have too much lightning crammed into our hearts. Just want someone to put her ear to our chest and tell us how far away the storm is //

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@mcrricks

Ella flashed a grin when Anastasia answered her door. She was balancing a dozen eggs and a pint of milk in her other hand, and the sooner she could put them down the better. “Hi! I’m uh, I’m Ella, I don’t know if you remember me, we’ve met...several times. I’m friends with your neighbour? Anyway, he told me you needed eggs and milk but he didn’t have any, and if there’s one thing I always have, it’s eggs and milk.”

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@ghclias

“Iced coffee for Ghalia, as usual” Ella sat herself down in the chair opposite Ghalia, passing over her order as she kept her strawberry milkshake for herself. Sunnies flopped over her eyes and keds kicked out on the pavement, Ella couldn’t help but be glad she’d chosen today to take the day off. “Now, tell me all about that conspiracy you mentioned.”

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mcttysvargo:

after long months of constant snowing and weather in the negatives, it was finally decent enough to go out without a parka, which, if you were to ask matilda vargo, was plenty cause for celebration. a hastily sent text message and three different booze runs later, there was a bonfire ablaze in the backyard of the vargo household, if you could even call the run down shack of a thing that, with matty at the center of the party. an unlit cigarette in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other, she was mid gush about her latest “find” - the last thing she’d snatched from the wealthy family she babysat for - when an idea came to her mind. “d’you think i can light this in the bonfire?” holding the cigarette up in the air, she wiggled her brows and grinned madly. perhaps not the best idea, but an idea nonetheless, and one not far off from matilda’s normal range of thoughts. 

ella hadn’t intended to end up at this party, if that’s what you’d even call it. she’d bumped into someone she knew who bought her along, and now she was stood rather uncomfortably to the side, drinking something unfamiliar from a plastic cup. upon hearing matty- who she assumed was the host - suggest lighting her cigarette in the fire, she had to intervene. “no, no, obviously not! that is by far the stupidest idea i’ve ever heard’’

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like this for a personalised starter from ella ! if we haven’t plotted already i’ll either assume connections or message you !

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chasesuttxn:

“thank you!” chase took the cup and laughed softly, “i know right? to be fair, i was out of michigan for over a month, so i did miss a big chunk of winter.”

“a month? what was that for?” ella asked, curious as to what would take him out of town for so long. she moved a table over, pulling a cloth from the waistband of her apron to wipe down some coffee stains. “awful long time to be away.”

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chasesuttxn:

“it’s so weird that i’m not wearing a coat right now. i really feel like michigan is trolling me.” chase wasn’t sure who he was talking to: he was just sitting at the bar area of the local coffee shop, waiting for his coffee before he headed to practice.

ella bought over his coffee with a smile, steam rising from the rim of the cup. “i totally agree. i feel like it was midwinter yesterday. it’s like i planned to take a 20 minute nap but accidentally slept 2 months.”

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natquis:

‘it must be fuckin’ fun to write for that show,’ they said. ‘ooo, baby, that’s tempting. i should tell all my friend about the glory hole.’

“if i had any proclivity for writing outside of funny names for baked goods, that’d be my dream job. oooh, please do. i’d love to open my glory hole up to all your friends.”

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criidleys:

“ whoever’s makin’ fakes in this town really needs to S T O P, “ mouthful of bagel, as he turned to sit down in one of the plush, worn cushioned chairs of the small coffee shop, callum kicked his feet up onto the small coffee table in front of him. “ they look like shit and are so painfully obvious that they’re fake even i want a refund for the money spent on them. and they gotta stop comin’ to the hell hole thinkin’ we’re gonna turn a blind eye just because we’re south county. if you’re not one of us, you’re not getting special treatment. especially if you’re going to call me trash when i refuse to serve you. ” 

“As someone who can speak for the non-locals” Ella sat opposite him in an beat up green armchair, placing her cup of tea on the table next to his feet. “They shouldn’t expect special treatment. They should expect decent human treatment, but” she paused to take a bite of her bagel, chewing thoughtfully. “If they want that, they shouldn’t make break the law. “ she hesitated, frowning at him “It’s illegal to make fakes, right? I’ve not got that wrong?”

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luncrdream:

        HE DIDN’T WANT TO TROUBLE the young woman. if she was already closed then he could find time to come tomorrow. he was about to say that when she spoke. a grateful expression spread across his face. while the toffee crunch sounded delicious, he also wanted to get some cookies for his daughter.          “ thank you. a mix of chocolate chip and toffee crunch would be great. ”

“Good choice” Ella was rather proud of the toffee crunch, she had to admit. “Have I seen you around town before? You look awful familiar” she asked as she took some of each cookie from the display, wrapping them in brown paper and grabbing some yellow ribbon to tie it with.

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luncrdream:

        “ WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING FUN today. ”          in nathan’s opinion, it was too nice of a day to spend it inside. especially when there were so many other things they could be doing instead. he glanced over at the other person.          “ how about we go to the amusement park? ”

“i haven’t been to the amusement park yet” uncommon, but true. ella had always been a bit nervous of rollercoasters, and she’d been busy in the few months she’d live in honey county. but he was right, it was the kind of day that deserved something fun. ‘’is it as good as everyone says?’’

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mcttysvargo:

matty, drunk and hungry, had stumbled into the first place that smelled of something other than booze that she could find. “y’got any…” she gesticulated for a moment, trying to find the right word, “food, i guess? anythin’ edible?”

ella was no stranger to the munchies, it had been her drunken exploration of food that had led her to culinary school in the first place. “all my food is edible, but yes.” she opened the glass cabinet on the counter, grabbing a plate of cookies. “do you like white chocolate chip?”

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kaejams:

“yeah, he should’ve watched where he was going.” james responded as if it were obvious. seeing that his stupid comment got to her, he smirked a bit to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. “so the fuck what if i am. people are allowed opinions, are we not?” he questioned before leaning forward to get a bit more eye leveled with her. “frosting’s too sweet. the cake practically crumbles from how dry it is, it makes the sahara desert jealous as all hell.” james pressed on, smiling as he did. his eyes widened, amused, at her words as he stood up straighter to glance down at her. “you caught me, how can you read people so clearly? you must be a psychic.” 

“that’s not...that’s not a good enough reason to start a fight.” Ella had a reputation to uphold here. An innocent, young bakery owner couldn’t exactly get into a fist fight, could she? But that didn’t stop her from wanting to throw the first punch when he started trashing her cakes, vision fogging into red at the edges. “My cakes are not too dry, you tasteless, rude, immature, shit for brains!” Well, she supposed her reputation could afford a chip or two. “Too sweet? Too sweet? If it’d not sweet, we do not eat.” Repeating her culinary schools mantra calmed her down slightly, finding peace in the sensibility. “I may not be a psychic, but you...you are an idiot sandwich!”

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woodivy:

“three hours of sleep isn’t a good look but…this face mask helps, right?”

“it’s definitely helping. what does yours have in it? you’re glowing.”

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bcngbeckett:

BECKETT is cold and grumpy after having his old, second hand pickup truck had broken down in the rain. and a cold and grumpy beckett is, quite frankly, not a great beckett to be around. his attitude is only slightly warmed by the stiff drink in his hand and the atmosphere of the pub surrounding him. but his hair is still dripping and he’s craving a smoke above all else. he doesn’t bother to bring his head up- which he had recently plopped down onto the bar in front of him out of sheer exhaustion- when he felt someone plop down onto the bar stool next to him. “ listen, man, unless you’ve got a hairdryer or, fuck, i dunno, a xanax- you can crawl back into your fucking hole, ” he grumbles. overkill ? probably, but beck is nothing if not a drama queen. 

All Ella had wanted after closing up for the day was a glass of wine, but she had none in and the only store open didn’t have the stuff she liked. She’d never been a pub person, but desperate times called for desperate measures, so to lift her spirit she’d put on her favourite black dress, curled her hair, and decided to try and get a gentleman to buy her a drink. It was typical, of course, that the one time she’d decided to take the long-ish walk to the pub, the heavens had opened. “What?” she was nudged out of her thoughts by the miserable-sounding man next to her. She stared him down for a few seconds before gesturing to her soaked dress, no purse in sight. “Do I look like I have either of those things?” She sighed, leaning on the bar with a scowl. This was not how this evening was supposed to go. “Aren’t you just a charmer.”

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sydsyr:

“Hi,’ Sydney responded awkwardly, backing into the store, the bell ringing above his head for a few seconds. He watched the worker walk into the opening of the store and gave her a quaint smile, he was perplexed however: why was she willing to perform a specific request if they were closed already.

“I’m sorry, what time do you open,’ he asked, rubbing a hand on his neck. “I can come back in the morning.”

“We open at 8am” Ella smiled at him, wiping her damn hands with a tea towel. “If there’s any left over of what you were craving, I’m more than happy to make one last sale of the day. There’s not a lot left though, I’m afraid.”

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mcrricks:

    it often went unspoken that closing times could have some give or take – at least, that’s what most went by. without checking her watch beforehand, Anastasia must have left it a little too late. flustered from the hurried walk down the main street, her eyes raked the shelves for whatever remnants hadn’t been packed away for the night. she bit her lip nervously. “ i’m sorry. i’m really only looking for something sweet to bring for a family dinner. ” with a grimace, she could only imagine the embarrassment if she came empty handed. “ is there anything left from today? ”

ella could see in the woman’s face that it wasn’t the kind of family dinner you’d want to turn up to empty handed. been there, she thought. ‘it’s alright. can’t have a family dinner without something sweet, can we?’ giving her a gentle smile, ella wiped her hands, still wet from cleaning, and gestured at the counter. ‘we’ve got vanilla cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies, lemon drizzle cake, gingerbread...but i recommend the vanilla, white chocolate and lavender madeleines.’

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natquis:

‘any restaurant named with puns is a good one. the good place taught me that shit. old people are some of the raunchiest people i know. god, they’re fuckin’ funny. where can i get a glory hole?’

‘the good place definitely got it right with their naming techniques. if it’s not a pun, i’m not eating there.’ ella laughed at the line, beaming at nat. ‘you can get a glory hole round the back of the bakery. perfect spot, nice and quiet’;