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Hayley Woodward. 28. Lifeguarding ftw. Here for a good time, not a long time. 

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too much of water hast thou, poor ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears || hayley + amada

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FRUSTRATION  constricted the entirety of her form and, once again, Amada was left choking on false hope. Strong hands guided her to rest on the sand slowly, gentle and yet assuring— I have you, the actions conveyed. Their gazes locked: I have you. Amada looked away almost immediately, shielding her glassy eyes behind a curtain of chestnut hair, lip all but trembling. “You can go.” She didn’t need the pity, didn’t appreciate it. Her voice, usually so stoic in these last few months since her accident ( much like her demeanor ), held a bit of contempt now. When her aide lingered for a moment, silent, hesitant, Amada continued: “Please. I just want to be by myself for a little while.” It was as close to pleading as she would get and the other woman let out an involuntary sigh. Amada still didn’t look at her when she explained that she would be watching her from the boardwalk, adding on that she had fifteen minutes, before walking away. 

When she knew that was finally alone, Amada let out a trembling gasp that traveled throughout the entirety of her frame — the amalgamation of all kinds of intense feelings flooding within her. Freeing, almost. Terrifying, most definitely. Breathe. She told herself as she locked onto the ocean before her. Breathe. She reminded herself while her heart raced with, for the first time in her life, uncertainty. The water was gorgeous today, clear, calm — the sound of it hitting the shore nothing short of therapeutic. The beach wasn’t as packed as it usually tended to be; a sprinkle of people tanning, playing volleyball, swimming or lulling in the ocean and she was contented with the little privacy she had. God, she missed this. A part of her yearned to run to the water, to feel it against her body, to be swept away with it’s current and beautiful chaos and never been seen again. Then she looked at her left leg — what was left of it — and the reality of her newfound situation came crashing down on her again. 

Fuck, she was tired. She was sick of the sadness rising up around her like flood waters, spilling into the passageways of her nose and mouth and throat and lungs ( there had always been empty spaces within her, but she was born a child of the water — and while people looked for drink and smoke to occupy their voids, Amada looked to the sea ). It hit her like a tidal wave because despite her best efforts of trying to block the agony that came with her life being completely rerouted and irreversibly alternated, Amada couldn’t find the strength to let go of who she used to be. 

“Amada?”

“               Shit,” In the not too far distance, her eyes unintentionally landed upon a very familiar figure. Having been in a world all her own moments before to realize any sooner, Amada’s body tightened, right knee drawn up to her chin as she instinctively turned to look away. She knew it was too late but in this moment, she wished to be swallowed whole by the earth. Anything to not be seen by Hayley of all people. Please don’t look at me. Not like this, not like this…   

Of all the things Hayley expected to run into on the beach, her ex girlfriend and first love was probably the last. Suddenly she was transported back to two years ago when they were real and raw and on the edge of a total collapse in their relationship. Hayley felt herself rooted in the sand, unable to move or free herself from the hold Amada always seemed to have on her, even after their prolonged separation. 

Once she got over the initial shock of seeing the other woman, she slowly got out of the tunnel vision she had and began taking in what was really in front of her. It was when she saw it that she staggered back, throat tightening and hand reaching out momentarily before she dropped it back down. “I... uh.. hmm.. well...” she rasped out. Pathetic. Get it together, Hayley. “You...” she swallowed a couple of times over, “you look good.” You fucking moron. “Not that um.... I just... I mean....” she beat herself up mentally, gripped her jacket tighter and then cleared her throat. 

“Hi,” she settled on saying after a moment of silence, trying very hard to catch up with the fact that her ex-girlfriend was sitting in front of her looking the exact same (if not more beautiful) than when they’d last seen each other, except for the very clear fact that there was one limb missing from the equation. And fuck, was it hard to breathe in here or what? “It’s uh... it’s been a while...”

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too much of water hast thou, poor ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears || hayley + amada

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There were a few things that never failed to brighten Hayley’s day no matter what kind of mood she was in and one of those things were when children visited the tower, there little chubby fingers touching just about everything their gleaming eyes could see. She’d just wrapped up showing a couple kids around when her and a couple other lifeguards were called to a report of a potential body floating in the ocean not too far off the shore that had been spotted by a couple surfers. They’d kicked into gear, jumped into the tacoma and towed the rescue boat and pulled up to their lunch strip. 

A boat in the water, about 45 minutes later, and the discovery of what Hayley could only assume to be some sort of sex doll floating in the ocean, they returned to shore. As Hayley dismounted from the rescue boat, her foot caught on side rope and she fell forward, windbreaker, sunglasses, radio, and all hitting the water like this was day one. She surfaced to the sound of the others laughing and shrugged her wet windbreak off to throw it at them. “Alright, assholes, lets get this boat back on the trailer before I drown,” she threw their way as they began pulling the boat out of the water. “Yeah no offence but I don’t think any of us want to give you mouth to mouth.”

She laughed and stuck her tongue out at them. As a team they secured the boat back on the the trailer and Hayley waved them off, “You guys go, I’ll walk back, I gotta dry off anyway.” As the truck pulled off Hayley was met face to face by someone she had never expected to see or hear from again. 

“Amada?” she exclaimed, evidently confused. 

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Susie had been in a mood. Not in a bad one, contrary to when she usually went crazy in the kitchen. No, instead she was rather content and had wanted to bake something. Naturally, that meant she wanted to share with her roommate, who was steadily becoming one of her favorite people. It was strange to think that they’d gone from absolute strangers to– her wanting to bring her apple pie and a little bit of peach cobbler at work. Was this what it was like to have friends? The thought brought a tiny grin to her face that abruptly faltered the moment someone ran into her. Needless to say, the cobbler was on the ground but at least the pie was still edible. 

“Fu– shoot,” she muttered, instantly correcting herself. She was about two seconds from telling some tall ‘sexy’ male to pay attention when she realized that instead, it was just Hayley. “Um, no I need my cobbler back…” It was half grumbled because she still had more at home. She managed a half-smile, happy to see the girl in spite of her only moderately soured experience. “It’s fine though. Just take this off my hands before you lose the rest …” She held out the small tin with foil covering it. “And show me around after we clean up this mess.”

Hayley looked between Susie, and the discarded cobbler that had met its untimely end on the cement padding outside the lifeguard tower. Her heart hurt at the thought of the delicious food having gone to waste and she threw and apologetic look in Susie’s direction. “Damn roommie, sorry about the damage,” she said grabbing the tin as per instruction. At the mention of cleaning up Hayley smirked, placed the pie tin on a a nearby wooden ledge and then grabbed the container for the cobbler off of the floor. 

She then took a few steps to a nearby hose. She turned it on with one hand, grabbed the power pressure head and then walked back before spraying the fuck out of the cement. Once she was satisfied the cobbler had gone into the sand where the seagulls could get it she turned the tap off and smiled at her roommate. “Easy as pie,” she joked, lifting the pie tin in her hand to get her pun across. “Now come on, I can give you the grand tour and put this in the fridge.”

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Joint in her hand, Astrid had found herself on the beach seeking some alone time for herself. Not that she found much solace in hearing the ocean waves — she actually wasn’t much of a fan of the ocean, felt the vastness of it was terrifying — but flavor of the week #2 lived in Malibu, and she really needed a fucking hit of weed before driving back to her dad’s for “family” dinner.

Like she’s back in high school, sneaking away with the one boy she ever loved, Astrid decides the lifeguard booth is the perfect place to sit down and chill. She doesn’t expect to literally, physically run into someone else. Let alone have that person be this overbearing. “Can you relax?” her face scrunches in annoyance, and she’s grateful for the space in between them.

“Are you, like, done ’working’?” she asks, putting the word working in quotations, joint still in between her fingers. “I’m trying to smoke here, and you’re in my way.”

A multitude of things happen in the span of a few seconds. First, Hayley tried not to be affronted by the annoying tone the other girl, who had been in the worst spot to begin with, threw in her direction. Then, Hayley felt a flash of recognition that she couldn’t quite place, like she had met this girl before but hadn’t. And lastly, she let out a disbelieving laugh, smoking? On her beach? When there were multiple places off of the beach this girl could go?

Hayley swiped the joint out of the girl’s hand. “First of all, this is a 24 hour facility so no, we’re never done ‘working’. Secondly, you can’t smoke on the beach, not cigarettes and definitely not weed. You can go somewhere else.”

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@hayleygunswood: hey so like I just met you and this is CRAZY but like here’s my number, call me maybe? I know ALL the other boys are trying to chase me? But YOU have my number so call me, maybe, if you wanted to, as a treat

@hayleygunswood: BUT just so you know, I ain’t promiscuous. AND if you are suspicious? Well that shit is FICTITIOUS, I ONLY blow kisses...

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@hayleygunswood: hey so like I just met you and this is CRAZY but like here’s my number, call me maybe? I know ALL the other boys are trying to chase me? But YOU have my number so call me, maybe, if you wanted to, as a treat

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         Organization was paramount for a day’s worth of tasks to be undertaken in a timely manner. It was the imperative bread and butter of Harmony’s efficiency; preliminary maintenance work accounted for the night prior to ensure there would be no delay starting tomorrow. Even so, no amount of preparation could change the fact that there was always a lull during the day— breathing space to fill with tidying up any loose ends that had left her assertive grip. From the intricate (polishing desk supplies) to the mundane (replenishing a water jug with organic lemons slices), Harmony had once again opted out of a late lunch break in favour of using the allotted unscheduled time to regain strict control over every facet of her space.

Regardless of being consistently equipped with full cup of ballpoint at her desk, there was something irreplaceably comforting about the humble abilities of a regular pencil. Trustworthy back up never hurt to have. Ergo, carefully unfolding the tabs of a flat rectangular box of unsharpened 2Bs, Harmony precisely laid out four before reaching back into the shallow top drawer of her desk for a metallic Staedtler manual sharpener. Much to her dismay, the sound of the elevator giving way to approaching footsteps compelled her to deviate from being fully focused on making too much progress in peace. Steadily coaxing her first pencil into a point in the time it took for the out of place intruder to stand directly at her desk, one fleeting glance told Harmony this woman was certainly not on the premises for a meeting. In fact, based on appearance alone, Harmony would have doubted there was any validity behind the purpose of the woman’s existence— if not for the approved permission slip that stupid token visitor badge granted her. Fucking CSO Chad’s platoon of buffoons and their soft spot for tall blondes.

Asides from the badge’s smouldering presence, murkily branding the stranger as ‘not here on business’ but ‘not suspicious enough to be a threat’, the indecisive manner of the woman’s speech was a dead giveaway of the imposter syndrome Harmony had immediately felt inclined to diagnose her with. After the fumbling inquiry, she allowed a pregnant pause to pass between them as she silently flipped through her memorised Rolodex of protocols. To immediately dismiss her without a decent excuse would be unprofessional, and have little consequence besides handing her over to someone else to deal with. Be that as it may, this lost golden puppy was interrupting Harmony’s own personal flow. Which alone was undesirable enough for her to inwardly tally down one offensive tick next to her name. Her name. Fine, she’d bite for that. “Identification?” Asked point blank, confirmation or denial of the proximity of Ariella’s whereabouts remained protectively undisclosed. Not that she was too concerned. Already Harmony was diverting her attention back towards the awaiting pencil next in line for execution, sliding it slowly into the mouth of the angled blades of her sharpener. She patiently applied a practiced twist of force and pressure until the outer black lacquer cracked, smoothly instigating a new spiral of graphite spiked wood shaving. “Do you have an appointment?” Added with a straight face, as much as Harmony wished to smirk — already knowing the answer — she attempted to avoid making a concrete call until feeling out exactly who she was dealing with. Just a stray fool? Or would she prove herself a liar?

Admittedly, the stranger possessed a singular confounding quality that stumped Harmony’s analytical first impression — single adult woman, pleasant facial features, able bodied, the illusion of a very well built frame despite unflatteringly basic attire — yet all potential pros were overshadowed by the contrast of attitude, a sort of shyness that Harmony failed to yet recognize a cause for. Was she scared? Nervous? Guilty? Flustered? How someone like Ariella Kelly could be the source of anyone’s inferiority complex was a mystery to Harmony, unless this woman was naked of the accomplishments her boss was so attractively decorated with. Again brushing up on her appraisal of the visitor with brief once over — standing in a downtown city high-rise looking inexplicably beach ready — she supposed it wasn’t completely unfounded to assume that they were far from equals.

Hayley had naively assumed that getting past the security in the main lobby had been the biggest barrier in finding Aria, unbeknownst to her that the real Fort Knox was the secretary guarding Aria like a well trained pit bull. The woman’s tone and demeanour immediately put Hayley on edge and she gulped, almost audibly, eyes flickering between the woman and the pencils she was sharpening like daggers. For a moment, Hayley zoned out and pictured herself saying the wrong thing and the other girl leaping over the desk and stabbing in the eyes with said pencils repeatedly. Hayley shuddered and shook her head as she stuttered out a pathetic, “I uh... I...”. 

Get it together. Whereas she found Aria intimidating because she was attracted to her, this woman intimidate her for completely different reasons. Maybe it was the eyebrows, or the resting bitch face, or the attention to detail that made Hayley feel extremely out of place. The look she was on the receiving end of made her want to apologize, turn around, and walk right back out. She cleared her throat though, as intimidating as she found the woman, she wanted to see Aria more. “I’m Hayley Woodward,” she said strongly as she fished her driver’s license from her wallet. “I don’t uh, have an appointment. Just a friend?... of.. Ms. Kelly? Uh.. she left her jacket in my car the other day?”

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Hayley was glad the winter season was almost at its end. She was starting to get a little stir crazy a sentiment she was sure to regret when things really ramped up in April. The winter months were good for training, she had to admit, and it wasn’t like their 24/h facility didn’t have it’s fair share of fights, overdoses, and sheer stupid accidents on the strip daily. But Hayley was an ocean lover at heart, and most of the action in the winter that involved the ocean happened to be in freezing and choppy waters. Still, she had to admit she was glad she’d taken the full time lifeguard position with the LA County Fire Department lifeguard division, needing the change from the San Diego position she was definitely overqualified for as a lifeguard paramedic.

It was a good step, there was more she could do in the long term but eventually if she wanted to she’d have ample training to have a one up in her coast guard application. She was already looking forward to some more long term training for ocean specialist rotation at the end of the month as it involved more boating rescues. Right now though she was happy working out of their full time facilities, one of the four operational year long on the LA county cost line, deploying when they needed to and making herself busy on the down time.

Hayley was just about to head out to patrol from the main tower, when she ran (literally) into someone just outside the lifeguard doors, pickup keys in her hand and windbreaker on. “Oh shoot, sorry about that,” she said as she stepped back and gave the person some space. Naturally her eyes did a once over of the other woman, ensuring she didn’t stumble into someone with serious injuries. “What can I do for ya today? Please say I can do something, anything, a tour perhaps? Do you need a bandaid? For real, what can I do for you, I’m at your service.”

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📱hayley + lana || 03.03.

lana: Hmmm...🤔 It says, yes, you're very sweet, but the scientist in me wants to learn just how sweet.

lana: Drunk? Be careful with your shoulder then!

lana: I know I didn't have to. But I wanted to. Go get yourself a nice massage so you'll be nice and limber for your training.

hayley: 😱😱😱 so far, i will say, the reviews haven't been too damning so you should def experiment

hayley: i'm always careful!

hayley: i don't have a training day until next week but i could always be more limber for other activities

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@aricllas: don't be lazy now, what if someone sprains their ankle on all that equipment that's laying around? 😷

↳ @hayleygunswood: 😯Yes ma’am. Are you worried I’ll be rescuing other girls now, Aria? 😏

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↳ @hayleygunswood​: when you finish your workout with zero energy but realize you have to put all the equipment away 😐#efffff

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📱hayley + lana || 03.03.

lana: I didn't say that. I don't have enough data to make that call ;)

lana: Oh no, you poor thing...that's not good! D:

[ Against her better judgment, Lana takes a few minutes to flip through her phone browser and a few menus when--]

Notification on Hayley's Phone: [ DIGITAL GIFT CERTIFICATE for The Raven Spa ]

hayley: enough about data, what does your gut say professor?

[hayley reads the notification]

hayley: who's raven?

[several minutes later]

hayley: ooooh wait wait nvm im dumb and a bit drunk

hayley: u didnt have to do that!

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Looking up from her own dessert, she caught the less flattering expression on her roommate’s face. Though, Susie didn’t say anything– figuring it best to not. “Of course, I do. It’s weird I feel compelled to do nice things for her now. Things not… just in the bedroom,” she admitted, rather sheepishly. She shoveled another bite into her mouth, thinking about it. She liked Tasya. Tasya liked her. Sometimes it felt like she was in a parallel universe. She shook her thoughts, however, turning things on Hayley. “You know, it dawned on me… We always talk about my love life or me, but we never talk about you…”

Hayley let out a laugh before she took another bite of her dessert. Not just in the bedroom. Fuck, she had to admit she was very happy she’d made the decision to move in with Susie, the girl never ceased to be a source of amusement. At her next comment however, Hayley swallowed the wrong way and began coughing uncontrollably. She pounded her chest a few times to try and dislodge the piece of pie that had landed the wrong way. When she managed to clear the blockage she took a few breaths and then said, “I think that’s speaks for itself. I don’t have one, but I am very cool with that believe me.”

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📱hayley + aria || 03.03.

aria: Oh, are you calling me honey? Yes dear, how can I help?

aria: And yes, I have a PhD in computer science, or at least, so says UCB

aria: Let's say that I am. How do you propose you'll save me, Ms. Drunk-and-thinking-of-me?

hayley: noooo you called me honey, which means you think i am sweet 😋

hayley: ngl thats really hot... youre really hot, its problem

hayley: again, the planning was not planned thats far, maybe i can tell a joke?