Task #1: Living Spaces
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@ionecora
Task #1: Living Spaces
ጚÎčÏΜη ÎŁ. Î. ÎÏÏα 73 Main Street, Apt. 202 Ormont, NC, USA
alexbautistax:
@ionecora·
It was a stupid thing to do, she could see that now. But at the time it had seemed like such a good idea. It wasnât as though people didnât know Ione played music â she was probably the best known DJ in town, after all â but this was a little different. Sheâd openly told Alex that sheâd only ever played in front of a handful of people but that hadnât even registered when Alex had seen the poster. In less than five minutes, sheâd signed the other woman up, left the college and headed back down to Main Street. And thatâs where the worries had set in. Rapping on Ioneâs front door, she chewed her lip, worrying the soft flesh between her teeth with a ferocity that threatened to draw blood. When the door finally opened, it took all of a second before she blurted out her words, âI signed you up to an open mic night at the college and I didnât mean to but I kind of did and I just wanted everyone to see how good you were but now I think you might kill me.â
Ione was just relaxing at her home, lounging around in her PJs while listening to some new records recommended to her by Lola. She really wanted a slow day to take her mind off of her work decisions. For such a small town job that didnât matter much on the grand scale of the entertainment industry, there was a lot of stuff to be done. When she heard a knock on the door, she was mildly annoyed at the disturbance, though her face lit up at the sight of Alex - who would bring about even more mood fluctuations than she already had. Ione just about managed a âhiâ before her friend blurted out the news, which werenât particularly welcome. âIâm sorry, you what?â Ione asked, her brows shooting up high as she stared at the other woman, trying to process exactly what she was being told. âYou accidentally signed me up for a singing competition at a school?â
lolabrink:
@ionecora
âSorry Iâm late!â Lola fast-walked into the office, four coffees in a cup holder. Usually they made do with studio coffee, but knowing one way to get on her slightly better side was to bring Ione coffee from the place two blocks down. âThere was a traffic jam down the main road âcause the goats from the petting zoo escaped.â She shrugged her bag off, slipped out of her coat, and handed the boss a coffee. âAre the guests already here?âÂ
Ione looked up when a frazzled voice sounded from the door and began apologizing. âDid you drive two blocks to get coffee?â she asked, raising a brow at Lolaâs excuse, âThink of the environment.â She still took the coffee and managed a grateful smile, which grew stronger as she realized this was actual good coffee. âI actually sent them off already - donât worry about it,â she stressed, figuring Lola would freak out upon realizing there had been no coffee, âThey werenât coffee drinkers anyway, and they were early and very efficient, so we didnât really need you here after all... but weâll still pay for your time.â
ellahalder:
âWhy?â She was being pointlessly obstinate now, but she always preferred to challenge the everyday formalities people used on each other. Things most people said without actually thinking about why they said it. She looked away. âHeâs not from here, he just moved here. His name is Kel and heâs nothing like me. Heâs much better.â This was the worst part, where she was tempted to lie. She didnât want people meeting her brother and having their conception of him colored by what they knew of her. âThen just get a fucking lion. Nobody will fuck with you then and it fits the cat thing.â
âWhy? Because Iâm a public figure - sort of - and it matters that people like me,â she said, quirking a brow at the other woman. Ione sensed some sort of hostility in the question, and she didnât care too much for it in otherwise casual conversation. âYour brother is Kel? I know him! Heâs great, youâre right,â she said, a smile taking over her face at the thought of him. She sort of struggled to believe that Kel was related to this woman - they seemed like almost polar opposites - but at least this gave her incentive to stay friendly. âIâll definitely think about getting a lion. That would be badass. Iâll name it after you.â
kel-tavarez:
âIt is. Just not as good as mine.â He gave his hair another self-absorbed flip, leaning dramatically back against the kitchen counter. He could think of a million things he ought to do instead of standing around, but as long as she was there, he had a reason to ignore them. His eyes rolled at her selective choice of words. âWell, itâs not much of a worry for me anyway, so I donât have to think about my concentration.â He had to shake his head at her, a little surprised at the topic their conversation had taken in such a short time. It wasnât exactly something most people talked about over dinner, but he got the feeling that those types of conversation were on the regular for Ione. Kel paused. He looked more fully at her, eyebrows now furrowed. Ione. One would think he would have remembered a name like that, a face like that, but a lot had happened since he graduated. But she was familiar and when it dawned on him, he could feel the blood draining his face. He carefully nodded, turned away from her to check on the food. âYep. I remember.â He said, hoping they could leave it at that, wondering if she recognized him.Â
Ione rolled her eyes at him, âFine, your hair is incredible and I want to touch it all the time. Are you happy now?â She couldnât help but smile at his overdramatic gestures... and well, him in general. Kel was very quickly becoming one of her favorite people around town. Even though she still maintained that he was cocky as fuck. At least she was able to push his buttons, which was proven by his assurance that he didnât have to worry about that. "Well, thatâs a shame,â she teased him, wiggling her eyebrows at him. âIt actually is. You know contraceptionâs a thing, right? You donât need to have more kids just because you sleep with someone.â She was nowhere near subtle at this point, but she was getting the vibe that he wasnât going to hit on her anytime soon, so it didnât matter all that much to her. At the very least she could try to establish his perspectives on dating and sex... if he wasnât so uncomfortable. It was getting worse, too, that much was completely clear by his reaction to her words. His entire demeanor had changed rapidly, and she studied his expression - until he turned away from her. âUm, do you mind telling me whatâs with that attitude?â She moved closer to him, trying to at least look at his face again. âDid I do something to you in college?â It was her best bet, honestly - she likely wouldnât have remembered, anyway. âWhat do you remember, exactly?â
aidencoughlan:
Aiden caught on quick, being a man that knew how to get on a womanâs good side, he could tell when they were truly interested. â You only counted a hundred? I did at least two,â He teased back, grabbing a towel to dry his chest off, making a bit of a show of it, â and do you really think that I need to do more,â He asked, raising an eyebrow.
âWell, thatâs easy for you to say. I havenât been watching you for that long,â she said with a soft laugh, letting her eyes follow the movement of his hands. There was no real point in being subtle about it when heâd already noticed her checking him out. âWas that a subtle way of saying that I look out of shape, huh?â
rolandmpd:
Putting on a nearly sad look, Roland shrugs. âNothingâs New York,â he replies. New York had a good place in his heartâit was almost like home to him, as he thought about it every day. Strange enough, he could see himself going back there one day. âYou need good people?â He questions, though he knew he shouldnât prod, for it wasnât his place, âdonât we all.â He got weird with stuff like that, so he tried to avoid anything involving emotions. âDonât mind it,â he waved her off. âMost likely, yeah. But youâll have to figure out which days Iâm patrolling, first.âÂ
âWell, New York is still New York - they havenât demolished it,â she reminded him. She knew what he meant, though, because she missed it terribly herself. It just wasnât time yet, there was just too much negative energy attached to the memory still. âWe all need good people,â Ione agreed with a nod, âAnd theyâre easy to spot around here, because everyone knows everyone. If someoneâs a dickhead, someone else can warn me ahead of time.â That was a part she really loved about small town life. Everyoneâs reputation was ahead of them, and while that was unfortunate for some, it was also extremely helpful in her opinion. âOr I can just drive like a crazy person until Iâm lucky enough to be pulled over by you,â she said with a laugh, realizing how stupid that was. âIsnât there some sort of tip line?â
evxnphillips:
âMaybe you already haveâŠâ said Evan, looking around for a moment curiously. Obviously he had no idea and the reasons sheâd listed were just a few of the ones he used for staying away from apps like that. Dating sites and apps in general really werenât his style. âNot everybody wants to. Nothing to do with being a prude.â
âNah, I donât recognize his face, so itâs unlikely Iâve seen him around,â she said with a shrug. She had a fairly good memory when it came to faces, and there werenât too many of those in Ormont. That was one of the reasons she used for using apps like that. âOkay okay youâre not a prude, whatever,â she said with a shrug, then looked at him with slightly more interest, âAre you asexual? I donât think Iâve ever met an asexual person before in my life.â
thomaskringle:
That earned a chuckle. Thomas still didnât budge or shift from his place though, in fact, leaning back and seeming to get more comfortable. âSoâŠwe seem to be at a bit of a crossroads. You want this seat. I occupy this seat. You work here, but clearly donât have enough authority to have me booted, or you wouldâve done that a long time ago, I suspect.â
When he laughed, Ione briefly looked up at the man, giving him a wry smile. âOh no, I could have you booted in five seconds flat,â she said dryly with a light shrug. It was true as well. âBut that would only make a scene, which would give you attention... and I get the feeling thatâs exactly what you want.â
deliamhayes:
âLetâs hope so,â she said coyly, but there was certainly, like, suggestive meaning behind it. Liquid courage, they said about alcohol, and it for sure seemed to be true on Deliaâs case. âOoh, of course. Thatâs so cool. Show me first, though, how itâs done?â She stepped closer to the DJ, to the table, and she was so intrigued. âSo I donât mess anything up.â
Ione was happy that her invitation was accepted - she took that as a sign of interest... not that she really needed many more clues to figure out why Delia kept hanging around. âOkay, see, the good news is that itâs actually hard to fuck up - you put everything in place and then switch it on, so you can check before youâre blasting it to the entire room,â she explained with a smile as she handed her a record - Ione wasnât about to relinquish all control to a stranger, even though she was kind of hot. âYou obviously put it in place on that turntable,â she said, gesturing to the right one, âAnd then in... Iâd say about about twenty seconds we just need to flip that switch to let this table take over, and like magic, itâll play.â
kel-tavarez:
Kel just grinned at her, altogether pleased with the reaction he had caused. He was used to doing that to Ella and she just cussed him out and punched him in the gut, he almost forgot what it was like to be around someone girlier than him. âOh, youâre just jealous that my hair is naturally spectacular.â He said, flipping his hair out of his eyes dramatically and wiggling his eyebrows at her. He was having more fun than he had expected to. âWell, at least it is for me. Rather had to get some when all you can think about is if your kid got to bed on time.â He would pretend that was the reason, at least. He could pretend that he hadnât been pining over Holly, then just too tired to even try. âNYCU. It feels like a lifetime ago now, god I was different then.â He shook his head again. It was almost hard to remember who he had been then, and he wasnât sure how he had gotten where he was. âYouâre welcome, Iâm very thoughtful like that.â
âMy hair is great too, thank you very much,â she retorted, trying to sound offended, but she just couldnât help but laugh at his actions. He was as adorable as he had been the first time she bumped into him, and she was feeling much better about their evening together already. It wasnât what she had expected, but maybe it would actually be a good one anyway. âYeah, I can imagine that doesnât do wonders for your... concentration,â she said with a grin. Now she did feel kind of bad for him. He was handsome and super charming, so naturally he should be surrounded by suitors. That was her logic, anyway. Her thoughts were driven away from that when he revealed his alma mater, and her eyes widened slightly. âYouâre kidding? Thatâs where I went - journalism, class of 2012,â she told him, looking at him almost incredulously. Sheâd already bumped into one NYU alumni in town, but she had no idea there was a whole gang of them. âIt does feel like a lifetime ago... several, even. But God it was fun.â
ellahalder:
âYouâre likeable.â Ella pointed out, rolling her eyes. That was easy to see, the other woman did plenty of smiling, talked like she was already friends with probably everyone. âI have my brother, thatâs about enough people for me.â She said, looking off in another direction. She hadnât meant to sound that pathetic; she wasnât unhappy. She was finally free, she just had to learn how to act like it. She smiled, weakly. âI donât think you really want me in any of your clubs. But itâs nice.â
âWell, Iâm glad you think so,â she said, though honestly the womanâs opinion didnât matter that much to her. Ione had had to cultivate a likeable personality if she wanted to have an actual career in journalism or music, and it was always good to confirm that it worked. âOh whoâs your brother? Is he from here?â she asked, genuinely interested in that matter. She figured there was a reason this woman was in Ormont, of all places, and more importantly maybe her brother was cute. âSure I do. You seem cool and kind of badass. You can be the tough member. Weâre gonna need one of those if we want to be taken seriously.â
aidencoughlan:
Aiden worked hard to keep himself in shape, everyday he would go for a jog and every other day, he would spend an hour, sometimes two at the gym. It would usually consist of cardio, as well as strength training, pushing himself to lift more and get through more reps. Working on pull-ups, he went through thirty pull-ups per rep and finished on his fifth rep when he heard someone behind him. Dropping down, he turned to see the other, a smirk playing on his lips,â Do you need to use it? I just finished my set, so itâs all yours.â
Ione wasnât the biggest fan of exercise, but she was still drawn to the gym occasionally because of two of her much greater interests: food and checking people out. The gym was by far the best place in town for the latter. She wasnât quite enough of a creep to go there exclusively for that reason, but when her class was over anyway, she figured she might as well take advantage. That was how she ended up totally casually watching the younger man in front of her. She eyed him for a moment when he turned around, âAre you sure you donât need to get back up there? You only did like, a hundred, and you clearly need more.â
Star-crossed Losers | Tris & Ione
tristencarter:
âThank you,â Tristen said with a huge and slightly stupid smile. Yeah, he knew he looked okay, but it was kind of nice to know someone else thought so as well, especially Ione who was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; her stating his gorgeousness even as a joke felt like an actual compliment. Tristen needed those sometimes, as he occasionally was a little bitch full of self doubt. âYou might be cute, but Iâm handsome. Iâm not cute,â he snorted after Ioneâs next words; but really, he didnât care what Ione called him. She could call him cute all she wanted. She just didnât have to know that she had Tristen that wrapped around her little finger. âTrouble is good as long as weâre not getting caught,â he gave her a quick, mischievous grin. âNo big rings tho, it can end up being just more trouble - but the girlfriend method always works. You still remember whatâs our sos signal?â
âMaybe, but marrying you would make your momma happy,â he teased her as he placed his utensils down to take another sip of wine. âFirst cute, now Iâm a fucking cheerleader? IoneâŠâ he sighed, pretending to be absolutely devastated. âI ainât feeling so masculine right now.â He was only joking, of course, and soon was smiling again: how could he not smile with Ione there sitting right in front of him? âNo. Sharing is shit. Bad idea. The whole thing is cancelled now.â With a wave of his hand and a grin, he brushed away their plan, his smile turning to chuckle at Ioneâs very ineffective command to shut his mouth. âAdorable, yeah, for like the first fifteen minutes. Then⊠ehh,â Tristen paused, tilting his head. âOkay, but I admit, Iâd love it.â
Ione rolled her eyes at him. âShut up, youâre both handsome and cute. Now stop taking my compliments as insults, malĂĄkas,â she said, throwing a small piece of bread at him. It was her place, so she could make as much of a mess as she wanted to, especially in order to tease Tristen. She knew that he was aware that he was attractive, but she still made a point of telling him that. Everyone needed to hear it once in a while, herself included, and even though neither she nor Tristen wore their insecurities on their sleeves, she felt like they had a mutual understanding that compliments were needed sometimes. Especially considering how often they insulted each other - jokingly, but insulting nonetheless. âNo big rings, but Iâll prepare to be your girlfriend if needed,â she promised with a smile. That wasnât the worst thing in the world. She nodded at his question, âYeah, Iâll bring a hair tie and if I need you to step in, Iâll make a ponytail. Or you know, Iâll just text you if heâs not fully at serial killer level.â
She groaned softly at his teasing, knowing it was completely true. âSheâs already picked out her outfit, Iâm sure. Probably working on the speech...â she laughed and shook her head at her parentsâ... dedication to her relationship with Tristen. The Coras were determined to see the two married someday, no matter how many times Ione informed them that she was not even dating Tristen anymore. âOkay first of all, male cheerleaders are hot,â she told him, âSecondly, youâre plenty masculine, so you have nothing to worry about. I just love that I get to see your adorable soft side too once in a while.â She leaned in and smirked at him as she pinched his cheek. âFine, okay, no puppies, no guys lining around the block to eat here. Sounds like a kind of stressful combination anyway, and God knows we donât need that kind of negative energy around here.â
Ormont Radio
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BOLD what applies to you.
fuckyeahsurveys:
I have driven a manual/stick shift car. I have gotten so drunk I passed out. I have smoked more than ten cigarettes in a day. I have worn a bikini/speedos on the beach. I have kissed someone I shouldnât have. I have had a conversation with a celebrity. I have done drugs. I have been to Paris. I have been to LA. I have been to New York. I have been to London. I have been to Rome. I have been to Madrid. I have been to Tokyo.
I have friends who I am attracted to. I have friends who are attracted to me. I have friends who do hard drugs. I have friends who have been to jail. I have friends who are old enough to be my parents. I have friends who are married. I have friends who have children of their own. I have friends who work in finance/business. I have friends who are chefs/bakers/butchers etc. I have friends who are actors/musicicans/famous. I have friends who are artists. I have friends who live more than 500 miles away. I have friends who have seen me naked. I have friends who have never seen me without makeup.
rolandmpd:
Finding himself chewing on the side of his tongue, the male lightly nodded his head. âThanks,â the brunette lets out lightly. âIâm just glad I was able to come back home,â he lets out, honestly. It was comforting to be surrounded by people he knew, in some strange way. âWell, if it is your show, it should be named after you, shouldnât it?â Roland offers, the smallest of smirks over his lips. âI mean, Iâm a detective, so no. Itâs a small town, thereâs really no point. But if Iâm out patrolling thenâŠ? Iâm in a uniform, and on a motorcycle or something,â he decides to drop. He was quite fond of his bike. It didnât make sense why he didnât talk more about it.Â
âItâs not too bad here. I mean, itâs no New York, but itâs nice and quiet, and there are good people here. I think I need that right now,â she said, immediately regretting her words. Now he would know something was up... well, if he bothered to read into it, which she hoped he wouldnât. She did really like Ormont, especially how everyone around her wasnât trying to be the next big thing in the creative industries. It was much more relaxed here, no pressure. âAh got it. Iâm sorry, police terms still confuse me a bit,â she said, waving her hand in the air as she played the foreigner card. Oh, how often it had gotten her out of sounding ignorant. âDoes this mean Iâll have to be arrested for something driving-related if I want to see you all dressed up in your uniform?â