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FARAH KAPLAN.

30 | Settle native | Fraternal twin sister | Sober | Substance Abuse Counselor.

GENERAL INFORMATION

Birthday: June 13th, 1991.

Gender/Pronouns: Cis-female & she/her.

Hometown: Seattle, Washington.

Length of time in Seattle: Born and raised & recently returned back 2 months ago.

Occupation: Substance Abuse Counselor.

Faceclaim: Melisa Asli Pamuk.

#seattleintro

DAPHNE PALMER.

Nights out were rare for Daphne these days. But she’d managed to get a baby-sitter that night, which meant she was determined to enjoy a night out. Even after the friend she was supposed to be meeting for drinks had to cancel at the last minute because of her own baby-sitter issues. Which is why the blonde was currently sitting at the end of the bar by herself, watching the various people who came up to order drinks. Daphne had always enjoyed people watching, even long before she became a police officer.

As she was drinking, a brunette spoke to her. At first Daphne thought the other woman must have confused her for somebody else, as she didn’t recognize her. But then she caught on and said “I didn’t know you were going to be here too! Why don’t you join me at the bar and we can catch up?” She gestured at the empty seat beside her. “I’ve been good, how are you?” She glanced at the creep over the other woman’s shoulders, trying to determine whether she should pull out her detective’s badge.

“Yeah, I’d love to,” In this dire situation, Farah was quick to accept and take action on the woman’s offer. In a matter of time, she was away from the creep’s reach and settling herself on the barstool beside her helper. The counselor was more than ready to thank the blonde for all that she’s done already, but she threw a question her way before she could do that. “I’m doing much better now that you’re here. Before we catch up on everything, I’ve got to know what you’re drinking. It looks delicious.”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | daphne palmer. )

INGRID CERVANTES.

Ingrid enjoyed going to the different bars around the city. There were so many to visit, each with their own, interesting quirk. The one she ventured to that night? Click Bait, a bar that had classic arcade cabinets lined up around every free surface, and flashy LED lights all over. It was heaven, honestly. Drinks and video games? She really did think that was what paradise looked like. In fact, she was quite ready to run off to play a round of Tekken 3 when she noticed someone talking to her. She didn’t even have a time to respond before she realized what was going on.

There was absolutely no hesitation. “Girl! Hey!” Ingrid reached over and grabbed the stranger’s hand, pulling her closer to her and away from the, now annoyed, creeper. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry about your baby daddy drama with Derick, he’s a jerk and such trash. Honestly, if I see him again, it’s going down!” She made sure to turn and face the creeper as she spoke, quirking her brow at him. “Um, can we have some privacy, please? This is important.” She swiveled back to the stranger with a concerned expression. “C’mon, let’s go and you can update me on all the details.” Baby daddy issues, and an annoying gossip, two things every gross bar goer hated.

At first, happiness and relief ran through Farah’s body when the other woman similarly responded to her. Her enthusiasm was reassuring and what she had to say caught the counselor off guard. Unexpectedly shocked, all she could do was nod at the other’s words and watch her upcoming actions. Her new ally made the drunk creep fall back and helped get them to somewhere safe in the arcade bar. “Holy shit, thank you so much for all of that,” Farah spoke truthfully to her aide once they settled into their new spot. “Can I please buy you a drink? It’s the least I can do for your generous help.”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | ingrid cervantes. )

EZRA QUINN.

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Ezra wasn’t any good at arcade games, or pool, but he still enjoyed going to Click Bait anytime he received an invite. Or anytime he threw the invite out to a medley of contacts in his phone, like tonight. Unfortunately, none of his friends seemed to be very into the idea. He was just ordering a drink, hoping to toss himself into someone else’s pool game, when he heard someone speaking to him. It was odd though, because he could have sworn she was a stranger.

It took him a second to recognize the look on her face, and then he smiled broadly, nodding in understanding. “I’ve been great! Practicing for a short tour coming up in a couple months, actually. Nothing big, just a few places, but it’ll still be a lot of fun,” he was trying his best to feign that they were old friends, or at least old acquaintances, and after a moment he looked over her shoulder at the asshole that wouldn’t leave her alone. “Do you need something?” He asked coldly, eyebrow rising. Just frigid enough to scare the fucker off.

“A tour? That’s incredible,” Farah didn’t know a single thing about the man standing before her, but what he said was truly fantastic and the smile shown on her lips was genuine. She expected an additional line to occur, but instead, the male focused his attention on the creep behind. The counselor felt the cold statement from his lips, and by hearing a large humph hit her back, the woman knew the other finally gave up and walked away. Sighing in relief, she relaxed and gave the helpful person a relieved grin. “Thank you so much for your help. He would have still bothered me if I didn’t get your attention. Can I buy you a drink, or were you ordering one before this all happened?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | ezra quinn. )

RHYS WATKINS.

This was nothing unusual really, especially not on a weekend, for there to be someone somewhere causing someone an issue. Rhys had seen it happen many a time at any number of bars in the city and so, when the younger woman approached, he was quick to pick up on her cues and flashed a smile in her direction. “What? You mean my hints at work this week that I’d be here tonight weren’t enough?” he teased her lightly. “I am truly wounded.” He briefly cast a glance toward the guy that had been bothering her, and then back to her face, focusing on her entirely, his hand going to his chest, feigning the hurt he was supposedly feeling. “But yeah yeah, I’m good, glad for a couple of hours free. How’re you doing?”

“Oh, I can tell,” Moments ago, Farah didn’t know if she was going to smile for the rest of the evening, but after thanking her lucky stars, the helpful man made her grin. Sarcasm even laced within her words, which she wasn’t expecting to happen. The counselor noticed the man’s eyes rip away from hers and land on the bothering guy behind. Feeling a sense of comfort, she relaxed into his returned gaze and followed his friendly lead. “You and me both, and I’m much better now that you’re here. Did you come here with anyone, or can I steal your charming company for the rest of the evening?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | rhys watkins. )#ooc; already in love with him skjdhajk

Location: Click Bait.

Interacting with: Anyone. (0/5)

@seattlehqs-starters

It was Friday night and Farah wanted to be at home with nothing to do. She had a relaxing evening last week, so she decided to change things up this week. After changing into a cute outfit, the counselor walked her cute heels toward Click Bait. Arriving at the destination, she was placed at the bar and awaited the bartender’s attention. Unfortunately, she started to get unwanted attention from a creep beside her. They didn’t back down once she told them no, so she began to find some help.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” Farah exclaimed happily to the person who stood out to her the most. Before they had time to react, the counselor mouthed help and did her best to motion toward the creep who was staring her down. “How’ve you been?”

#( starters. )#seattlestart #ooc; assume connections but if you'd like to plot something out let me know! <3

JEREMY WILSON.

Location: Seattle aquarium

Open starter: @seattlehqs-starters

The room was bathed in a blue glow coming from the large glass walls of the dome, Jeremy sat on one of the benches in front of the glass elbows resting on his knees as he watched the world behind the glass. He found himself here now and then spending an afternoon off just watching the fish go about their day swimming back and forth peacefully in the tank above the dome room.

He felt someone sit beside him on the bench taking a moment more to himself lost in the windows infront of him before speaking to them without turning from the tank or regestering who it was. “Come here often” he joked the noise of the room taking over his senses again for the first time in an unknown number of minutes it could very well have been an hour that he had been sat there. “not going to lie i forgot this place could get so busy on a weekday i was a bit zoned out before you sat down”

Farah was strolling through the aquarium in need of some peace. She had a long morning full of intense meetings and the ocean calmed her down. The crashing waves would have been a lot, so the aquarium was next on her list. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, the counselor didn’t pay attention to the other until they spoke up.

“You and me both,” Farah responded to the man’s statement with a friendly grin placed on her features. Young kids were yelling in the background and multiple strollers were blocking a walkway. But, the distant noises didn’t matter much due to the fish flowing in the deep, blue water. “I came here to get some peace and I wasn’t expecting a classroom or two to be having a field trip today. You’re more than welcome to zone out again, by the way. I’ll probably do that too in a minute.”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | jeremy wilson. )

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#( visage. )#ooc; OH HELLO <3

JAMIE KINGSLEY.

Jamie was surprised when he decided to go back to therapy and counseling again. He was trying so hard on getting better but he wondered how long for. This was his pattern, he works on getting better and then he falls right back. “Hello,” the male spoke in a soft and warm voice as he walked into the room and took a seat after she pulled out a chair for him.

“I am good thanks…” he answered filling, trying to hide the nerves.

Farah kept her gentle grin pasted onto her lips as she nodded toward Jamie’s answer. As someone who’s clean and works as a substance abuse counselor, the hardworking woman could easily see the nerves the male drew back. She saw them and understood the anxious feeling like any other former addict. “Okay, please let me know if you’d like anything at any time.” She stated before cutting into the first profound question of the meeting. “How’ve you been doing lately, Jamie?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | jamie kingsley. )#( trigger warnings. )#( trigger warning | addiction mention. )

LIAM WAGNER.

Liam didn’t often go to meetings unless Ale was dragging him to one, but he’d been struggling a lot lately and didn’t want to burden Ale with that right now so he’d picked himself up and gone on his own for the first time in forever. “Well this crowd isn’t exactly the most welcoming if you ask me.” He smiled at the new girl and leaned over the empty chair between them to offer his hand.

“I’m Liam. And yeah, sort of. I’m not very consistent but I come every now and then. Just whenever I need a little bit of someone else’s depressing story to remind me not to fuck up my life.” He laughed softly but he was serious, he only showed up when his own cravings needed to be tamed by someone else’s tragedy.

Farah felt a sense of relaxation and comfortability once the man reached his hand out toward her direction. She was tense and filled with mixed emotions during the meeting, so she appreciated the feeling of taking a breath a great deal. “It’s nice to meet you, Liam,” The counselor was quick to wrap her hand around his and give it a warm shake. “I’m Farah, and I totally understand what you mean.” She was sure her tragic story made others feel like they weren’t alone in their long healing process. “I came here for the meeting mostly, but I also attended to see if anybody needs a sponsor. Do you have one? If so, are they here tonight?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | liam wagner. )

GABRIEL WILLIAMS.

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The name she gave willingly did help. He’d been accurate in his recall, which was unexpected for him with the sheer number of people he’d interviewed. Not all of them had been suspects, either. In fact, those may have been the easier ones. The interviews with victims and complainants were sometimes much more difficult, more emotional and more indicative of the delicate situations he was insinuating himself into in some way. No, the people who were terrified he wanted to talk to them – those had been the worst.

Her interview had tugged on those kinds of strings, at least from the echo that still existed inside of him when he heard her name. He still didn’t recall specifics of the case, but recognized that as a potentially protective function of his brain and memory. “It does help, thank you, Farah. I’m Gabriel. I think you knew me, though, with like a hundred percent less facial hair. And probably as Agent Williams with the FBI.”

Farah took in the man’s words with caution, and once Agent Williams with the FBI left his lips, pure shock struck her concerned features. This man, Agent Williams, was standing before her and a reminder of a terrible piece of her past. This news took her breath from her lungs, and the counselor couldn’t leave him standing.

“A-Agent Williams, hi,” Farah tried her best not to stutter, but the shock took over her actions and tensed body language. “Yes, I remember you and everything that happened that night. It’s hard to forget, and trust me, I tried.” The counselor had to think of something new to say and quick. She didn’t want to stay on this horrific subject for much longer. “What are you doing here in Seattle?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | gabriel williams. )

Location: N.A. Meeting.

Interacting with: @itsliamwagner.

Farah has been back in Seattle for two months, and for the first time, she completed her first of many N.A. meetings back in her hometown. The thought alone made her giddy and nauseous at once, but that was something she could get over. Just like her first meeting years ago, the counselor felt like the new kid on the block. New environment, faces, and tension filled the room and it was something she had to get used to. The meeting ended seconds ago and it left the woman sitting still in her seat. She scanned the people around her and once spotting a male doing the same, conversation had to be made.

“Being the newbie to a meeting never gets any easier,” Farah stated toward the male with a friendly grin pasted onto her lips. “This isn’t my first ever N.A. meeting, but it is in a new city and I feel like the new kid on the playground. Have you been coming here long?”

#( starters. )#( interactions. )#( interaction | liam wagner. )

GABRIEL WILLIAMS.

who: closed | @farah-kaplan when: Wednesday evening where: Juanita’s Taqueria

It wasn’t the healthiest of options and Gabe knew that. His trainer wasn’t a big fan of the frequency with which Gabe ate takeout, and had cited it as a reason for a recent plateau in his overall endurance. Still, he couldn’t be fucked to rely on his mom to cook for him all the time. And no way in hell would she allow the kitchen takeover that would be required for him to cook. In his time living on his own, he’d learned some basics and could manage, but it just wasn’t feasible in the present. Hence the cooking classes and the half-hearted search for his own place.

Either way, those problems weren’t going to get solved this evening, and after his last, late afternoon section, he stopped to pick up something for dinner before going home. That had lead directly to his current predicament, recognizing someone who was also waiting. He tried not to stare, but it was difficult. She was familiar, and not in a vague way like almost everyone else. This was nagging, taunting, daring him to remember.

The time quote on his order being ready was nearly up by the time he placed her. New York. A case where someone had overdosed, early in his career. In fact, he hadn’t even been done training yet when the case had begun, but he’d gotten involved immediately out of the training academy in an ‘all hands on deck’ kind of scenario. She’d been one of the witnesses they interviewed. He couldn’t place her name, but he was absolutely certain that’s where he’d seen her before. After he’d retrieved the bag with his dinner in it, and was headed toward the door, he stopped. He had to. He didn’t know why. “Hi, sorry if this is rude or too forward, but I’m certain I met you at some point, probably in New York. Could you please remind me of your name? I promise to leave you alone after that, it’s just going to drive me crazy until I know.”

Moments before Farah’s night took an unexpected turn, she was patiently waiting for her to-go order from Juanita’s Taqueria. The staff placed multiple tacos and chips & guac in a bag for the counselor, and with the time passing, she kept to herself, which wasn’t unusual. The counselor expected her order to be called and leave swiftly, but a man in her path stopped the plan.

“Hi,” Farah greeted the male and felt her eyes flicker along his body. She planned to inspect him carefully, but his rushed words kept her from doing so. Probably in New York - curiosity and concern washed over the counselor before providing her name. “I’m Farah, Farah Kaplan if that helps. I’ve lived in New York for many years and just moved back here. Do I know you?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | gabriel williams. )

Location: Farah’s Counseling Office.

Interacting with: @jamesxkingsley.

Farah was sitting in her office and ready to meet with Jamie Kingsley. Her notebook was in place, the area was tidy, and a sense of peace filled the room. Everything was ready to go and all she had to wait for was the male’s arrival. This was her fourth meeting with him and the counselor was still getting to know the man, which wasn’t a problem one bit. When a few knocks tapped against her door, a smile appeared on her features.

“Hi, Jamie, come on in,” Farah said to Jamie once her eyes locked onto his own. She had already pulled out the comfortable chair for him, but it was open to using if he wanted to sit on the small couch across the room. “It’s good to see you. Before we get started, would you like anything to drink or snack on?”

#( starters. )#( interactions. )#( interaction | jamie kingsley. )

SKYE CARTER.

Open Starter Pike Place Market @seattlehqs-starters

Skye hummed to herself as she walked through the farmers market. The airpod in her ear playing something reminiscent of the backstreet boys. It wasn’t the most apt music to be picking out her bachelor viewing food, but it was making the shopping experience a little more entertaining.

The blonde stopped at a bread stall, jaw a little eskew at all of the different types of loaves. If there was one thing Skye loved more than pizza and her job, it was bread. “Holy shit!” She preened, picking up a fresh loaf of sourdough and squeezing it.

Despite the squished appearance, the action made her happy and she looked at the person beside her. “Okay, feel this bread. It’s fucking amazing.”

When Farah lived in New York, she missed Pike Place Market. Sure, the farmers’ markets in the city were lively and vibrant, but she missed the overly crowded hallways and smell of the sea. Now that she was back in her home city of Seattle, visiting the famous market every week was a thing. Slowly passing the different bread stalls, the counselor’s nose lifted slightly and took in the delicious smells taking over her nostrils. The freshness made her smile, but once someone beside her spoke up, her calm grin turned into utter surprise.

“I don’t doubt you, but okay,” Nodding gently toward the woman’s direction, Farah followed her directions and squeezed the bread between her fingers. “Wow, that is amazing. So fresh and crispy, which doesn’t surprise me one bit.” She noted more toward the person working the stall before turning her attention to the young blonde. “If you don’t buy that loaf, I will.”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | skye carter. )

DANIEL SLOAN.

He grinned at her and then shook his head, “Just Daniel, please.” The interaction between the two recently at the hospital was something he had thought about more times than he’d probably admit. He had met a lot of people through the hospital, but Farrah had surprised him and he wanted to learn more about her. “I’m being honest, you look gorgeous. Not many women can pull this look off and you are.” Daniel grinned and then shook his head, “No date for me, i’m here alone.” He cleared his throat and smiled. “Farrah would you allow me to be your date for the rest of the evening?”

“Thank you, Daniel,” Farah smiled happily toward Daniel’s compliment before glancing down at her outfit. She sported a light pink silk suit with a cream crop top underneath and white heels to match. It wasn’t a sparkly dress or gown like others wore and she was more than okay with her look for the evening. “If your sweet compliments keep coming my way, there’s a high chance I’ll turn into a tomato.” The counselor teased as her light blush was evident, knowing it would get stronger if he spoke sweetly to her. Surprise took over her features when the handsome surgeon announced he was here alone and stayed once hearing his recent offer. “Yes, I’d love to be your date!” Her happiness alone made her step close to her date and take his hand into her own. “Now that you’re officially mine for the evening, what would you like to do first? Get a drink? Dance together? Learn more about each other while standing under the stars?”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | daniel sloan. )#( events. )#( event | sweet seaduction. )

DANIEL SLOAN.

He turned as he felt someone run into him, and smiled gently as he heard a familiar voice. “Please I am not at the hospital, just call me Daniel.” He corrected and smiled. “You are too kind, I hadn’t been out in awhile so had to make sure to get the dust off this guy..so glad I don’t look too terrible.” He smiled admiring her look before chuckling, “But you look gorgeous. I wish I could have properly escorted you here.” He took a sip of old fashioned, “If you didn’t come here with a date of course.”

“Daniel Sloan, it has a good ring to it,” Farah stated as she felt her smile widen on her features. Ever since they met in the hospital cafeteria, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Obviously, he was dreamy and had such a kind and sweet soul. He was someone she wanted to get to know more and had to let him know in one way or another. “I feel exactly the same way since I also haven’t been out in quite a while. To your point, you don’t look terrible at all, trust me.” The counselor said, finding it easy to compliment the surgeon. “Now look at who’s the kind one out of us,” she chuckled and hoped her light laughter covered up the blush she was feeling in her cheeks, “Thank you, and no, I came here alone. How about you? Did you come here with a date? I mean, you had to since, you know, look at you.”

#( interactions. )#( interaction | daniel sloan. )#( events. )#( event | sweet seaduction. )

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