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[harlowezimmerman]

[shay mitchell & she/her & cis female] watch out , harlowe zimmerman has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 30 and celebrate their birthday on september 29th . they are from houston, texas , reside in greystone complex** and are currently working as an artist/waitress. one thing you should know about them is she's a self taught palm reader

harlowe reign zimmerman wouldn't even be able to begin to explain where she came from. born september 29th, 1991, she was quietly left on the patio of a fire department in houston, texas. she was un-named for the first fifteen days of her life, until she was quickly taken in by the zimmerman family. a couple that had struggled with conceiving a child of their own, they were more than happy to take in the abandoned newborn - but their happiness didn't last for long. for the first ten years of her life, harlowe was neglected by the busy couple , her mother being a psychiatrist and her father a struggling artist who would lock himself away in his studio for sixteen hours a day. harlowe was always the smart, quiet girl who sat in the back of the classroom and kept her head down , getting her work done and going about her day. until she was thirteen and fell in love for the first time. with the child longing for some type of love and affection that she wasn't getting from home, she clung onto the first little bit of attention she got - and it could have been the best or worst decision of her life, now at thirty she still isn't very sure.

at the age of fourteen, harlowe and her then sixteen year old boyfriend packed up his 1971 cherry red VW van , ( which harlowe was convinced was the coolest vehicle of all time ) after having a long talk with her parents who just seemed to not want her around anymore to begin with. harlowe had followed in her fathers footsteps, picking up a paintbrush and making her first little masterpiece at the age of three. she never really thought she was any good at what she loved to do , but it didn't matter to her. she was happy and content and her boyfriend had loaded up on supplies for her before they hit the road. they decided she would sell her artwork ( which she really had become an incredible artist by this point, though she still didn't see it) for commission and for the first year and a half they traveled everywhere - across texas, into oklahoma and louisiana. and the couple never stayed in one place for too long , setting up shop for a month or two and making the money that they needed to survive until moving on to their next destination. the couple saw the entirety of the united states in a span of five and a half years and made their own little family wherever they went. coming from such a neglectful background , anyone that harlowe met and connected with was instantly family , not wanting to lose that feeling of love and compassion that she got from the strangers that quickly became her emotional support system. once harlowe was twenty years old, her boyfriend had gotten tired of travelling and wanted to settle down, but that was never harlowe's idea for her life so she decided with the money that she had saved up (with her artwork  along with reading tarot cards and palms ) she was going to buy the van from him and put him on a plane back to houston. it was a fairly simple trade, no fighting no arguing - just a very simple trade of keys and money. she continued traveling in the beat up old van until six months ago , doing what she had to in order to survive before she landed herself in roswell, new mexico - which was a very new place to her. she’s been in the area longer than she’s been anywhere else. this may even be the place she plants her roots, after so long of not feeling like that was ever a possibility.

harlowe is extremely goofy , she’ll do anything in her power to get a laugh out of someone but in the next second she'll be that shoulder to cry on or that person to vent to, whatever she can in order to make someone feel better. she hasn't had contact with her parents in nearly ten years, but she stays in constant contact with a few people that she's met out on the road. and if she has that strong connection with you, you're stuck with her. if she's not working on something that she considers the next big thing in art or working at the crashdown cafe, she's probably exploring every inch of roswell that she can think of. she's always been extremely curious, kind of a free spirit who just takes every day one at a time. making plans terrifies her as she knows from the way she's lived for the majority of her life that things can change on a dime. other than painting, music is her favorite thing in the world, she has about five tarot card sets (all of course gifted to her) and she's quite loud for someone who was an extremely quiet child. she knows she's smart, but doesn't boast about it but also doesn't allow anyone to treat her like she's below them, as she would never treat anyone in a negative manner, unless they deserved it.  

[harlowezimmerman]

natecosta·:

listening as she shed some light on her life the man couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at how off he had been.” damn, typically i’m really on point with these things, must be and the cell towers messing with my brain waves– at least that’s what the guy told me at the gas station last night.” even living in colorful new york it didn’t touch on the weirdness he had come across in the short time spent in rosewell. “ helped open up a bar- sticking around til things are running smoothly then it’s back to new york for me.” 

she laughed as she playfully rolled her eyes , nose scrunching up as she shook her head. “ nah , if it makes you feel any better , i try to remain a mystery and all that - keeps people on their toes , you know? “ another small laugh escaped the back of her throat , one eyebrow lifting as she spoke again. “ hey listen , that man at the gas station may be on to something. this town though , i’m telling you its something else. some of the people i’ve come across are just.. “ she shook her head , blowing out a small puff of air through puckered lips. “ ah, which bar is that then? new york is one of my favorite places. i almost settled upstate a few years ago but things just.. didn’t quite pan out the way i expected. as is life. “ 

[harlowezimmerman]

edenterrestrial​: 

The Wild Pony was one of Eden’s favorite places in Roswell - even on nights she wasn’t scheduled, she was probably hanging around, chatting with coworkers and laughing with the regulars.  Because of this though, she noticed when new people walked into the bar.

“Well, welcome to the town’s favorite watering hole,” she flashed Harlowe an easy grin.  “Pretty much, yeah - nothing ever gets too rowdy in here - and if it does, we let them know they gotta take it outside.”

the warm welcome was very much appreciated , especially being an outsider and ‘newbie’ in such a small town. most of the townspeople were quite easy to talk to , she was feeling more and more at home every single day , and that was a vast difference in the best way possible considering her background. “ thank you so much! that’s nice to know , though. bar fights aren’t my kind of thing , it’s always nice to kick those kind of people to the curb. it seems pretty relaxed around here , a nice change to some of the other places in town i’ve been. “

[harlowezimmerman]

zhaofm·:

HARLOWE ZIMMERMAN.

Taylor smiles as he takes a small sip from his beer, happy that someone could relate to what he was going through. It was hard to come across people who’ve been in that situation of never settling down in one place or calling way too many places your home in short periods of time. He was happy with getting to call Roswell home now, even if it was somewhat short lived, it was calmer and a good place to allow his creativity to run free without the many interruptions of bigger cities. “Gosh, and it feels nice, doesn’t it? To sleep on a comfortable bed that doesn’t move around?” Taylor chuckles. “That was the thing I missed the most while being on the road. An actual bed.” He breathes a sigh and drinks the rest of his beer before setting it back down. He raises his fingers in the air and asks the bartender for a refill, looking at the woman’s drink. “Need ‘nother one? On me.” He offers with a smile.

it was nice to talk to someone who was nearly just as well traveled as she was , living in a cramped space and barely any rest wasn’t the easiest kind of lifestyle , but it was something that she absolutely loved. she knew that one day she’d pack it up again , go back to living out of her van that has been parked nearly too long for her own liking. she felt herself getting comfortable in roswell , and she wasn’t quite sure how long that would last. “ yeah , exactly! it’s a nice feeling to not have to shell out money for a hotel room whenever you want to shower or whatever.” she shrugged, smiling over at him before turning her attention to the bartender on duty. “ yeah , yeah. thank you so much. just another tequila sour for me. “ she turned her attention back to the man beside her , raising an eyebrow. “ so you’re a musician, then? what kind of music do you make?” 

[harlowezimmerman]

jadenlapointe​:

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from the time they had known each other he was confident harlowe had learned that jaden was just one big softie . if he received the incorrect order in a restaurant he’d be too polite to send it back , and if somebody bumped into him in the street he’d be the one to apologise . the thought of him being intimidating in any capacity was more entertaining than it was scary . they’d need a lot more than black sunglasses and a personality transplant to push the landlord into action . “ a spanner is a little .. it’s like .. “ hands raised in an attempt to explain it , but he realised words were falling on deaf ears . “ – look , it’s fine . i’ll just shower at juni’s , but then she teases my old man chair .. so you’re basically just setting me up for ridicule . i hope you can live with that on your conscience , “ jaden was teasing , as usual . circling motels and staying in the back of a van meant he was well used to faulty appliances , and honestly having a roof over his head with his eye-watering debt was a blessing in itself . a slightly dribbly shower head was the least of his worries .

watching the movement of his hands was completely lost on harlowe , eyebrows creasing as her face scrunched up into complete confusion until he just dropped the subject altogether. a smile lit up her face at the mention of her roommates girlfriend , nodding as she moved her hands to the sides of her face , tapping her the tips of her fingers against her cheeks. “ well , if she makes fun of you that just makes me like her more , if i’m being honest. “ she grinned , nose scrunching up a bit as she did.  “ here’s what i’m gonna do. i’m gonna watch a few diy tutorials and see if i can figure it out. and if there’s a big hole in the wall after i attempt this .. well , there’s really nothing i can do about that , is there? “ she shrugged , standing from the sofa and making her way over to him , patting his shoulder a couple of times before making her way into the kitchen. “ we got this , pal. even if the shower sometimes gives me second degree burns from getting extremely hot entirely too fast , we got this. “ she wasn’t exactly sure if she was trying to convince jaden or herself - but she was confident that everything was going to be alright. throughout her life she had learned to look at the positive side of things , and this was just one of those ‘it can’t get much worse’ type of situations.

[harlowezimmerman]

nfldunn​:

most nights, gunner found himself at the wild pony - more because going home to an empty house wasn’t anything he looked forward to, and it was the easiest place to spend a few hours without raising too many questions, which meant there were none to answer no matter how long he hung around. at the female’s question, though, he paused, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey before his shoulders lifted in a dismissive shrug. “it’s a bar. depending on what day it is, it can change. weekends are crazier. if you come during the week, it’s… dead, mostly. calm. the habitual drinkers showing up to drink, i guess.” he wasn’t the best person to ask, considering he rarely got himself involved with other patrons at the bar - hating being alone at home, but perfectly content relegating himself to being alone on a barstool for the night, as if it made any sort of difference.

she had of course noticed that the bar was a little... less active than most she had been to around town , but she figured that was because it was so far away from everything and not your normal type of setting for the alien capital of the united states. but the laid back environment was exactly what she seemed to need at that particular time , so she was quite enjoying herself - even if the man beside her didn’t seem to be. “ yeah? good to know. i need to know the places that are pretty chill and then ones to avoid , but i’ve kind of already figured those out , so this seems pretty alright. “ she shrugged , taking a sip of her tequila sour before pulling a scrunched up face. “ i’m guessing you’re a local? or am i way off? heard this place is pretty hard to find if you don’t already know exactly where it is. “ 

[harlowezimmerman]

natecosta·:

“ a texas girl, huh - is it true what they say? everything’s bigger?” he question before shifting his tall frame to face her own to match the attention given.” seems wild, someone as traveled as yourself settling in the middle of nowhere.” it was peculiar to say the least, given his lack of intent on staying any longer than needed.” i’m going to assume you’re some sort of blogger, internet personality with the very brief information about you that i’ve been given.. how warm am i? “ 

a small chuckle escaped the back of her throat, a slight roll of her eyes at his words. “ it’s been a long time since i’ve stepped foot back in texas , everything may have shrunk since my last visit , who knows. “ eyebrows raised at his guess of her occupation , quickly shaking her head as it was followed by another quiet laugh. “oh no , no. i’m not really computer savvy. i had to ask my roommate a few weeks ago why my laptop wasn’t charging and it literally wasn’t even plugged in. “ she shook her head , clearing her throat. “ no , i’m an artist and i waitress at the crashdown cafe , just to make ends meet , you know? so you were way , way cold on that one. what about you?”

[harlowezimmerman]

kaycee-dupree​:

The Wild Pony definitely wasn’t for everyone. Kaycee mostly enjoyed it for the nostalgia. Having grown up in Roswell, she remembered it being one of the few places a fake ID could get one into. Not that she did it often, but every once in a while she liked to test things – just to see if she could do it. It was far from some luxury club, but the drinks were always good and she usually ran into someone she knew. Except this woman, who definitely didn’t look familiar. As she spoke, it explained why. If she was a first timer to The Wild Pony, it probably meant she hadn’t been in town for too long. “Pretty much,” Kaycee answered, chuckling. “Except when they have theme nights. Then it gets a little crazier. I take it you’re new to Roswell?” she ventured, tone friendly. “I grew up here, but this is my first time at The Pony since I got back. it’s a trip.”

her attention was now focused on the raven haired girl sat next to her , paying close attention to her words as she rested her elbow against the bar , head propped up against her fist. harlowe was well aware that in a place like this , that was simply a very literal locals bar , she stuck out like a sore thumb , but it was nice to engage in conversation with someone who had known roswell way better than she ever could. “ i am very new to roswell , yeah! half a year , if that. i’ll have to stop by on one of those theme nights , for sure. see what that’s about too. it seems pretty chill for the most part , but i’d like to see what everyone can get up to. “ she smiled , raising an eyebrow at her words. “ oh you’ve just gotten back , then? where were you if you don’t mind me asking? “ anyone who had traveled outside of the towns they had resided in for the majority of their life always peeked an interest in harlowe , as traveling had always been her favorite thing to do. she always wanted to venture into conversation about other places people had lived , visited or seen. 

[harlowezimmerman]

zhaofm​:

HARLOWE ZIMMERMAN.

“Exactly. I’ve been all over the place for the past six years or so and it definitely was a huge change of pace when I first arrived in Roswell. Despite all the kooks you come across.” Taylor nods a couple of times before he takes a small sip from his cold beer. As much as he had grown in a small town, he just wasn’t used to the slower pace anymore. He did like the calm and the time he had to work on his art now but it still felt somewhat weird without the chaos of living on a tour bus. “You too, Harlowe.” He tilts his head to the side, offering the woman a smile. “I think it’s been four or five months? I was used to constantly being on the road so it’s still all kind of blurry. But what about you?” He questions, tapping the side of the bottle. “Are you liking Roswell so far?”

listening to him speak , she nodded along with his words - living in a  VW van for the past sixteen years she was well aware of living out of such a spall space , but it was something that she had loved and there were days that she missed that simple kind of lifestyle . no one to answer to , just her and the open road living the life that she felt was destined for her. “ oh yeah no , i totally get that. settling down and calling a place home after so long is definitely something you have to get used to. “ she smiled , taking another sip of her nearly empty drink. “ yeah i’m enjoying it so far! it’s only been about six months for me , but i’m settling in i think.  getting used to not having to sleep in the back of my van is way different , but i needed the change at least for a little while. it’s home for now. “

[harlowezimmerman]

josmoore·:

·☽ ⋆ HARLOWE!

·☽

          maybe it’s untoward of him , unnecessary , the disdain he feels for newcomers who make themselves most comfortable in the places he’s always known as home ; and no , he’s never been fond of the tourists , but for the most part , he can tolerate them so long as they stick to the designated areas in town laid out for them to gawk and gape at alien artifacts and aircraft debris . it’s when they find the places hidden away , places like the wild pony that are tucked into an unassuming little hole in the wall that only a handful of locals really know about , that it typically begins to bug him ; not that he’s loathe to disappoint , but there are no intergalactic cocktails here , no novelty t-shirts for sale or glittery shot girls with antennae headbands passing out UV - reactive test tubes of hard liquor . if he could , he’d put a sign on the door , deter half the foot traffic before they can even waste their time . her assessment elicits a wary gaze as hands continue to polish glass after glass ( muscle memory ) and he hums , a pensive acknowledgment . ❝ well , you ever find yourself in the mood for an acid trip in a sweat - soaked , space -themed dumpster , your options are nigh unlimited , ❞ he responds flatly , and then , at the sight of her own glass .  ❝ you want another ? ❞

she had been a lot of places over her thirty years on earth , and she knew trying to wiggle her way into places like this weren’t always an easy feat. she never expected everyone she came across to be warm and welcoming , so his attitude toward one of the town newbies was nothing less than expected. but , as she always did she just shrugged it off , because harlowe was the type of person to take a liking to everyone , which sometimes didn’t work out in her favor. sitting up a bit , her eyebrows raised once again at his words , lips twisting to the side as she mocked that she was in deep thought , clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “ hmm , an acid trip in a space - themed dumpster. maybe i’ll save that one for my thursday night festivities . “ her words laced with heavy scarasm , as they usually were. tilting her head , she gave him a small smile before placing her empty glass down on the bar. “ uh , yeah sure , why not. tequila sour if you don’t mind. “ 

[harlowezimmerman]

aaroncon​:

harlowe zimmerman

         aaron follows her movements and nods along as she speaks. the woman had pretty well hit the nail on the head with the depiction. “you got it. it can be a good sense of entertainment if you like that sort of thing. not much to be afraid of, although i gotta say i’ve  felt out of place here the two times i’ve been.” there had been other establishments aaron would have fared better in, but just like her, he had to see what all of the fuss was about eventually. “i take it you’re more of a big city girl?”

“ i’m making mental notes right now that if i wanna see some shit go down , this is the place to be. “ she nodded , eyebrows creasing a bit before a smile broke out over her face. “ well , if you feel out of place you shouldn’t come! nothing should come before your own comfort level , you know what i mean? that’s no fun. “ she spoke , shrugging a shoulder. “ um , well sometimes. i’ve spent some time in los angeles and new york and chicago , but for right now i’m happy with my little small town adventure life has me on. a nice change of pace. “

[harlowezimmerman]

natecosta·:

“ it’s a fine town, just coming from the big city it’s.. something to get used to i suppose.” his shoulders shrugging lightly before listening on as she continued the conversation.” i’ve been here a couple months setting some things up.. what brought you to the alien capital of the world? -have a love affair with independence day and think that’s the life for me?” a smile breaking over his features as he joked before hazel hues once more matched her own gaze.

she completely understood what he meant , having spent the first fourteen years of her life in a big city before taking off and traveling the united states. “ yeah no , i completely understand that. i’m originally from houston so any kind of small town is always just mind blowing. “ she laughed at his comment , shaking her head as an elbow rested against the bar to give him her full attention. “ no no , no love affair with anything , i was just kind of sick of traveling , i’ve seen basically everything there is to see but before i stopped here i’d never even visited. seemed like a nice place to lay my head. wasn’t supposed to be for this long but , i’m enjoying it. “ 

[harlowezimmerman]

cleoist​:

     An enthusiastic nod from Cleo affirmed that yes, there was 90s Night. “And Sangria Saturdays,” she added, briefly wiggling her eyebrows. “Thanks,” she smiled, “I’m Cleo, and to answer your question… it definitely depends on the kind of weird you’re into.” Her dark eyes scanned Harlowe as she tried gauging the brand of weirdness she might consider the ‘good’ kind. “Mmmaybe Planet 7′s more your style? Have you been there yet? They got karaoke.”

her interest had been peaked , and even though it seemed more of a ‘locals’ type of deal , she’d definitely be making an appearance at both nineties night and sangria saturdays. her face twisted to the side , tapping her paint stained fingernails against the bar as if she was deep in thought , nose scrunching up as she shrugged her shoulders. “ i’ve been in a couple of times , i mean it’s all about what vibes i’m going for on the particular evening , you know? i’m used to more of a high energy kind of environment , but i’m trying to calm down in my older age at this point. “ she smiled , turning her attention back to the patron sitting beside her. “ if that makes sense. “ 

[harlowezimmerman]

astraosorio·:

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for someone that was sitting in a bar, astra was rather bold for simply having  a glass of water in front of her. the wild pony was an odd comfort zone for her, liking the hustle and bustle of the other patrons around her while also leaving her to her own devices. the bar was always full of locals, people familiar with their surroundings and too comfortable for their own good, but astra didn’t seem to mind at all, continuing on with what she’d preoccupied herself with. at first, she wasn’t sure if the voice beside her was addressing her or someone else, but after a moment the raven-haired girl popped her head up, almost staring blankly for a long moment before her lips parted. “uh…” she began, feeling a small amount of panic from not fully hearing what she’d said. something about the atmosphere, she assumed. “it’s mostly locals, so yes? i want to make the excuse that it’s only like this because it’s the weekend, but that’d be a lie.”

nodding at the girls response , she smiled warmly in her direction as she shrugged one shoulder. “ i mean , for the most part it seems pretty chill. not too much drama , pretty laid back. kind of like the rest of the town from what i’ve seen so far. “ exploring roswell was one of harlowe’s favorite things to do , aside from when she’d lock herself away with an easel and paintbrush working on her next self proclaimed masterpiece. “ except those other bars in town , but that wasn’t really what i was going for tonight , you know? sometimes you just need a break from that certain kind of environment where you can just relax and don’t have to answer questions about all the local lore and.. all that. “ she laughed , rolling her eyes a bit. “ especially when you yourself don’t have the answers they want. “ she shrugged, speaking a bit louder so the girl beside her could hear over the jukebox. “ i’m harlowe , by the way. i’ve only been around for about six months now. are you a local or? “

[prettylittleliarsheaven]

[harlowezimmerman]

josmoore​:

​☽ ⋆​ HARLOWE!

   hands pause on the glass he’s slowly wiping dry at the sound of a patron speaking up over the generic , crackling hum of rock music floating from the jukebox in the corner of the room ; josiah is leaned against the counter , back pressed to slightly dust - mottled oak as he works his way slowly through the clean dishware . the words are enough to elicit an exasperated sort of scoff and it tumbles from lips upturned in mild disbelief .  ❝ yeah , these are the vibes , ❞ he says as he adds the glass to the upturned stack on the counter and reaches for another .  ❝ if you’re looking for fuss , better off looking at one of the gimmick bars in town . planet 7 might be more your speed . ❞

his words made her chuckle before she nodded a bit fiercely at his words , eyebrows narrowing as the small smirk that was usually permanent on her face quickly transformed into a straight line , nodding once more before looking up at the man that was speaking to her , one hand thrown up as a sort of white flag surrender. “ hey no , man. i wasn’t saying anything bad about the place , calm down now. “ another laugh escaped the back of her throat , eyebrows raising a bit at his words. “ no ,no. this is nice. the laid back feel is just what i was looking for tonight. maybe i’ll check out one of those ‘gimmick’ bars at a later date, depends on my mood. “  her nose crinkled as she shrugged a shoulder , lifting her glass to her lips once more. 

[harlowezimmerman]

natecosta·:

hazel hues turned to observe the stranger to his left as she spoke out.” couldn’t tell you, my first time- but i can’t say it’s really living up to all the hype that brought me out here tonight.” he admitted before turning his attention back forward to his drink.” i feel like that’s the over all calling card for the town, all hype but little solidity backing it up..”

“ new town not quite living up to your expectations, then? how long have you been here? “ she shrugged , running the tip of her finger around the edge of the mostly empty glass that sat in front of her. “ i’ve been around for about six months now and there’s not really a lot going on , it’s just a nice relaxed kind of vibe, but i have heard things can get pretty rowdy around here. if you stick around long enough. “