monroe

art hoe

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imessage ⇄ open !

dakota: so i just discovered that you can play just dance online now!!!!!!!

dakota: i've been playing for literally 2 hours and i don't know what i'm doing with my life anymore

monroe: wait, seriously!?

monroe: are you talking like.. following the youtube videos or like you can legit play just dance online???

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mrdxniels‌:

as she gave him the all clear, hendrix stood up lifting the tree as he rose and lifting it slightly higher than the roof of her car. stretching his arms out he placed the trunk on the front end of the roof, “you have rope, right?” henry questioned curiously. “as for the offer on getting a coffee, I’m down for that.” making general conversation as he held the tree in place.

“yes, let me just—..let me just grab it real fast.” the girl came down from her toes as she carefully let go of the tree. she made sure the other had it before quickly grabbing the rope from her bag. “got it. you know, if someone saw me without the christmas tree with this in my bag, i’d probably get a ton of questions.” monroe laughed softly, once again up on her toes as she slung the rope over the christmas tree. 

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mrdxniels‌:

a small chuckle slipped his lips, “depends on your definition of ‘pretty well’.” hendrix wandered over to the side of her car, “i’m surprised it hasn’t crushed you yet actually,” glancing over the tree to decide which way was going to be the best to tackle it. “alrighty, you hold the top end and i’ll grab the bottom.” reaching down for the trunk of the tree, he glanced up to see if the familiar girl was ready. 

“i’ll have you know.. i may be small, but i’m pretty mighty.” the girl teased, shaking her head as she grabbed onto the top of the tree. “but please don’t let go because it probably will crush me.” monroe laughed softly, shaking her head. “okay, i’m ready if you are.” she mentioned before the two began to lift the tree on top of her car.

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mrdxniels‌:

it was coming to the end of the year faster than hendrix was possibly ready for. he was on top of everything at work, as he knowingly was aware that this is an extremely busy time of year no matter what the job. taking a slightly different walk home to normal as he had time to kill, he noticed the christmas tree market. hendrix hadn’t set up a tree for the past two years as he spent most of the time working and just didn’t see the purpose of something that no one was going to see other than him. coming to s top as his view was briefly blocked by a tree and a female struggling along with it. standing back as he watched her attempt to get the tree on her car all by herself, he couldn’t help the small grin appearing on his features as he realised who it was. “well, i believe this may be a two person job. would you like a hand?” henry offerred with a kind smile. 

with a small huff, the girl finally propped the tree against her car. she pushed her hair out of her face, glancing over at the voice that just called out. a small smile crept across monroe’s features as she nodded towards the other. “it’s looking that way, huh? i think i was doing pretty well, don’t you think?” she teased. “actually, please.. i would love a hand. this is attempt three and i’d say i’m—...so not crushing it. and hey, i’m more than willing to give you a ride or get you a warm drink or something for helping me.” 

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marlow-wilson‌:

Marlow never celebrated Christmas or any holiday really. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t have anyone to celebrate with the last decade. Even before that her family hardly did anything when it came to holidays so why start now? She had agreed to pick up a few things for the nursing home she worked at though so that was why she found herself here. She hadn’t meant to watch them trying to load up their tree but it had just been to amusing not to. Trying not to laugh, she looked from the tree to the car, “You have any rope? We can probably get it on top if we both do it.”

monroe glanced over at the other, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “you can laugh. this whole experience has been pretty laughable.” she teased. “i’m honestly just thinking about dragging the giant thing behind me all the way home.. but i guess i’d have a giant stick instead of a tree if i did that.” roe chuckled softly, brushing her hair out of her face. “i have some really weird looking bungee chords. they should work.” 

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cfsiilverliiniings‌:

Melody had likewise spent her day gathering supplies for the upcoming holiday, her own car was already almost full to bursting with everything from wreaths to vases, candles to new stemware. Years of practise had lent itself to her when it came to fitting it all in to the small hatchback. “ Yep ! Lemme give you a hand with that ? ” Tattooed arms reached up, helping lift the tree on top of the other woman’s car. “ Do you have any rope or bungee cords ? ”

the girl watched the other almost effortlessly help get the tree onto her car. “i wish i had asked for your help sooner.” the girl chuckled softly. “yeah, one sec!” monroe quickly grabbed the bungee chords for the other. “can you tell this is my first time doing this by myself? ...and probably the last.” the shopping monroe could always do. when it came to putting everything up or fitting everything in one place, the girl couldn't seem to get it together. 

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unsvmpathetic‌:

HE HUMS , raising a brow at the female as the last wisps of smoke from his finished cigarette hangs off him . ezra kicks the butt away , stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets before turning his full attention on the female . ‘ hoist it up and strap it in . ’ he says with nonchalance , lifting his shoulders in a shrug . a second later and he’s smirking , cocking his head to the side . ‘ seems you’re not having much luck from the looks of it . ’

monroe turns her head towards the other, a small huff slipping past her lips as she finally stands the tree up beside her and the car. she turns her full attention towards him, hand on her chest. “oh my gosh, you’re right. i wish i would have tried that the first time!” dusting the fallen tree bristles off her sweater, she tilts her head, confusion etched across her features. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. i’m having no trouble at all.”

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scurire‌:

as bad as alan felt when he stood there staring at how she struggled, it really amused him. the tree was rather big and anyone could see it wasn’t light and maybe.. just maybe he should have offered his help before she noticed him standing there. so, when she asked him for advice he decided to help nonetheless.. alan wasn’t the strongest man to exist, of that he was certain, but he did figure that he could at least give it a shot. “let me try..” he spoke out then, approaching her before he took the tree in his hands, almost getting it on top of the car, but scared that it would slip and damage her car. “could you get the last bit? i think it’s best if we do this together,” he chuckled, as much as he would love to do it all by himself, he knew very well that something might go wrong and that he would have to pay for a car to be fixed.

“you know, i’m the strongest person here... i’m just having trouble with the whole short arms thing.” she hummed, shaking her head with a small chuckle. she watched as the other got it way higher than she had before quickly approaching to grab the end of it. “probably.. i probably should have just stuck to the tree that didn’t tower over me. thank you for helping, by the way. i really appreciate it.” monroe huffed a strand of hair out of her face as she tried lifting her end onto the car. “the bungee chords are hanging off the mirror if you can reach them.” 

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as time inched its way towards monroe’s favorite holiday, the girl couldn't help but let her excitement out. she felt like she had been holding it back for at least a month now, but november was coming to a close and december was knocking the girl’s door down. it probably wasn't the smartest thing for the girl to go pick up her decorations and pick out her tree on the same day. her car was definitely not big enough for both and monroe was not strong enough to get the tree on top of her car. a huff left her lips as she finally gave up, leaning it against her car. “hey, um, excuse me? do you have any advice on how to load this sucker up?” she asked the figure nearby. monroe could only hope they hadn’t been standing there for too long watching her struggle. 

[heartstorn]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

lydia was out purchasing some new art supplies,  she’d allowed her collection to shrink far more than she’d been comfortable with,  and she felt the need to replenish her supply before she actually ran out of something in the middle of a project.  her arms were full,  she’d foolishly neglected to grab a cart when she first began her shopping trip,  knowing full well she’d be getting more than she could carry,  and she was mentally scolding herself as some of her items continued to fall out of her arms and onto the floor of the store.  ❝  um,  excuse me,  ❞  she says,  addressing the person nearest to her.  ❝  i really hate to bother you,  but do you think you could give me a hand ?  i grabbed way more than i could carry,  and i still need to get some more things.  i really should’ve grabbed a cart.  ❞

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monroe would go through different phases. one day, she’d love to paint and redecorate everything in her little loft and today happened to be one of those days. the girl hummed softly as she pushed her cart down one of the aisles. she glanced up as she heard the other speak. “oh, hey, yeah! we can share mine if you’d like. i’ve got my stuff in the spot the kid is supposed to be in, so you’re more than welcome to use the basket bit.” 

[simplesublime]

pushing the stroller with her good arm, limping as she took each step on her booted foot, she thought the one year old finally drifted to sleep. however, she was proved wrong when they crossed paths with a fellow officer who looked vaguely like his father…  which got the young boy in the stroller to start calling, and eventually hysterically screaming for his dad. the blonde felt her heart sink deep into her chest, as she reminded the child that it wasn’t his father: that his father wasn’t with them anymore. of course, the boy was far too young to understand. at this point, analyse lost all of her remaining composure: hot tears continued falling down her cheeks, and words all but failed when timmy threw his bottle-  directly hitting the person walking in front of them. “-i-i’m so sorry.” she mumbled to the person who was hit - - placing the bottle inside the stroller before straining to remove timmy to comfort him, pain of her bullet-wounded shoulder causing more tears to fall out as she held the screaming boy close to her. 

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monroe turned around as she felt the bottle hit the back of her leg. she gave the other the smallest smile she could manage before shaking her head. “you don’t need to apologize.. i—hey, is there anything i can do to help? have you had lunch yet? i can help you get the stroller there and if you’ll let me, i’d love to have lunch with the two of you. maybe that’ll calm him down a little?”

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❄ · · · MONROE OAKLEY has been in Ellingham for TWENTY years and they look exactly like MAIA MITCHELL. Having turned TWENTY-FOUR years old on their last birthday, they are currently a JOURNALIST/PHOTOGRAPHER and ARE HAPPY WITH THAT. Known as the SAMARITAN, it’s no secret that they're KIND-HEARTED & SPONTANEOUS, but also CHILDISH & STUBBORN. If you’re to meet them, please remember that they are CISFEMALE and use SHE/HER.

Full Name: monroe oakley

Nickname(s): roe, mon, etc..

Age: 24

Date of Birth: 30th mar.

Current Location: ellingham

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bisexual

Occupation: journalist/photographer

Living Arrangements: large loft

biography 

the whole oakley family was artistic in some way or another. some were gifted with the talent for music, some with the talent of art, and little monroe was gifted with writing. 

for as long as she could remember, she had been writing small poems, short stories, and even helping her siblings with their songs. 

she grew up in almost all the creative clubs in high school: art club, drama club, journalism, and photography. she wanted to find her fit. journalism and photography caught onto her differently than the rest did. it was like she had an eye for it and it came easily to her. 

so, at sixteen, the girl sought out an internship that eventually turned into an apprenticeship. she absolutely adored and looked up to the person above her. she still, to this day, will go to them with any questions or for advice.  

now, the girl works for a magazine and does photography on the side. 

personality 

oh boy is she childish and stubborn. 

she’s very soft and happy most of the time. it’s very hard to get her mad, but once she is, she can hold it for a while. 

you want to go on a spontaneous little trip? monroe is your gal. 

she’ll drop everything for a friend 

v much a mom friend sometimes (can also be the child friend though.) 

connections: 

best friend (s) 

squad

childhood friends (i’d love some that lived in the same neighborhood and just kinda grew up together. rode bikes together, went to a local diner every saturday morning, just cute friend things..)

exes (she’s lived here since she was 4 so like.. bascially her whole life.) 

co-workers?? 

clients for her photography 

G I V E  H E R   A  M U S E  O R  T W O 

literally anything. 

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Never wish them pain. That’s not who you are. If they caused you pain they must have pain inside. Wish them healing.”

— Najwa Zebian

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i swear if someone referred to me as “my love” i’d prolly die on the spot

[dork-adios]

[marthajefferson]

stranger things week: day 5  → favourite quote

I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know…    Talk to them.     I know. It’s weird!

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