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lucasgarrido:

Lucas watched as Jaime slowly made his way over, and just … took a seat next to him. He stared at him for a moment, almost as if he was offended by (and definitely distracted by) the close proximity but eventually turned back to his laptop with an annoyed shake of his head. Fine. He didn’t care. This was fine. Even if he hated when people stared over his shoulder at whatever he was working on. It was fine. He didn’t care.

“I’m getting in contact with some of the science research facilities in the area – Uh, the Boston area – so I can check on any paid job opportunities I might be able to take while in school next year.” Lucas said, glancing over to look at Jaime. “A lot of students are taking internships which are … not paid. And while you might not be aware of this, that isn’t realistic for some people. So, I’m asking some people that I’ve been in contact with before and expressed an interest in getting to know me if we can work something out.” He glanced down at the drawing tablet in Jaime’s hands. “What are you doing?”

He nodded his head while he listened to Lucas speak, and explain what he was doing to get ready for the next year of college. That made sense, of course. If Jaime knew Lucas he likely had about fifty things lined up to be able to survive and thrive. However he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the slight jab towards him. "It might be surprising to know but I'm completely aware that unpaid internships are an unfair step up for children who come from money. I'm not completely an idiot, I hope you know." Jaime was pretty sure Lucas did know, and just liked to make comments.

Whatever. He got it. Eat the rich and all that, more power to him.

"Oh, I'm just warming up." Jaime said, pulling his tablet pen out. "I want to work on my landscapes. And I remembered ... Well, if there is anywhere that has some really great scenery I grew up there. If you stay still long enough I might even add you," Jaime teased. Was that a promise or a threat? Maybe a little bit of both.

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branscns:

“jaime!” ollie’s so excited, he almost says jaime’s name correctly. almost, but still just a little too white. “dude, that’s a great idea,” he crows, clapping his hand down hard on the other boy’s shoulder. “god, not even out of school yet, and you’re already being all… philanthropic. what an icon, this guy.” ollie wonders if this could possibly be fuelled by some sort of guilt jaime feels, staying away from elmridge for so long. lord knows how oliver would feel if he’d ever left for any extended period of time, save his annual trips to england and going to princeton. not for the first time, oliver wishes he was a character in a classic novel, one who’d been expected to leave and seek his fortune. at this rate, he’s not sure he’ll ever escape elmridge. “where would you host a thing like that? don’t tell me downtown elmridge has suddenly turned some of those storefronts into gallery spaces while we were gone.”

"I'm really not," he said leaning over towards Ollie shaking his head. "I just ... think it would be cool."

For most people the idea of giving back was honestly something to strive towards. And it wasn't that Jaime didn't want to help others -- he did. It was just ... His parents had a habit of 'helping the people of Elmridge' (donating a lot money) just as an excuse to look good and ended up looking ... pretty terrible. He didn't want people to think he wanted to do something like this for a similar reason. But that was his own issue. "I honestly haven't thought that far into the future. I don't think there are any gallery spaces in Elmridge. Maybe I'll just make one of those 'pop up' things that are super trendy. Maybe I'll just have it at my house." He shrugs his shoulders and gives a sigh. "But we were talking about you and your family life, not me." Jaime says, and nudges Oliver with his elbow. "You're not that slick."

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presleysfm:

presley rolled her eyes, but still smirked to herself. “right, i forgot. the sun never sets on the british empire and all that.” which was… one way to talk about the hell of imperialism, but she didn’t quite feel like touching on that right now. “you should go grocery shopping, it’s kinda fun.” presley’s eyes widened, nudging his shoulder, “especially at the farmer’s market? that’s always so fucking fun.”

she followed him into the kitchen, sitting on his counter. even though his home felt like a mausoleum, presley wanted to treat it like any other home. “thank you,” she said upon seeing the green tea. her jaw dropped, kicking at jaime lightly. “oh my god, that would be so fun! we could make a menu, maybe all bring a recipe and ingredients to cook the dish! we could go to the farmer’s market together.”

Jaime gave a wide grimace at the idea of going grocery shopping. "I've always hated grocery shopping," he said. It was true. Something about it ... always made him really annoyed. Maybe it was because it was a necessary thing you had to go out and do. He blessed the idea of buying groceries online and having someone bring them to you, best use of the internet he had ever seen. The farmers market was a little bit better, than just regular grocery shopping though, he would give it that.

He brightened at Presley's enthusiasm at his idea, nodding his head along. Then gives a small laugh, "I'm starting to think you've been bought by the farmer's market just a little bit, but I think that could be fun. I'm sure nobody will burn anything, and we'll all end up with all of our fingers in tact. Let’s do it."

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lucasgarrido:

When: Early Afternoon Status: Closed @jaimevega

There are many places in Elmridge that Lucas used to go to get away from being bothered by anyone. The Library is good at times, but his mom can be a little bit of a pest – especially now that he’s not actually at home. The coffee shop might seem like a good idea but it was always too crowded with teenagers he’d rather not see unless they were paying him money to tutor them (god knew they all needed it). So, while pulling a laptop out and sitting on the edge of a rickety little bridge threatening to break down into the small creek below it at any moment might not be the most obvious choice – it was the choice that was going to ensure him peace and quiet.

So he thought, until he heard footsteps behind him scattering the gravel of the pathway. Please say it’s just some person walking their dog. With a turn of his head Lucas deflated, when he saw Jaime. Great. He needed this right now, but also shouldn’t be surprised. Jaime had come here just as much as him when they were younger. “Hey,” he greeted, simply. Not pretending to be cheerful about it. No need to bullshit his own friend.

Ah. Well. Didn't it seem like Jaime and Lucas had the exact same idea today. Jaime had been looking to head off somewhere to find something interesting to perhaps draw, and wondered if perhaps one of the places he used to come and hang out when he was a child would be inspiring. He hadn't expected to see Lucas there, and briefly considered turning around and leaving until Lucas turned to look at him. Great. Too late for that. "Hi," he greeted back, and hesitated wondering what to do.

Then he decided well ... It wasn't like Lucas owned this place, right? So, as bold as ever, Jaime took a seat right next to the other man, turning on his drawing tablet. He wasn't going to make it that easy for Lucas to ignore him, even if he wasn't going to talk about their shit. Jaime leaned over, looking at the laptop over his shoulder, curiously. "What are you working on?"

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branscns:

ollie chews at the tines of his plastic spork absently, already finished with the cherry turnover the roast is famous for. he turns over jaime’s question in his mind, coming up with, “sister, i guess. like we were raised together, so it seems like sister is the word. but then again, i don’t have any other cousins, i don’t know what a cousin would feel like.” he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair so two of the legs come off the ground. he didn’t expect it to be an easy question to answer, but who else is he going to ask? aunt annie? not likely. “uh… good question. maybe? she hasn’t asked us to, and i think uncle mark thinks she’s too nervous to have us there. but if you had something like that, you’d invite me, right? i could be your cousin brother.”

The question made him think about his parents for a brief moment. If his answer translated ... what did that make them? They didn't exactly feel like his parents -- well, not in any way other than putting pressure on him to be what they wanted. He decides that isn't something he feels like thinking about at the moment and instead just smiles brightly over at his friend. "Aw, Ollie. I've never been so happy to have someone offer to be my brother cousin before," he teases, and thinks for a moment.

"You know, actually..." he starts, "I was kind of considering doing something like that. Uhm, having some sort of gallery thing here during the summer sometime. Not just for me, but like anybody here that is interested in art. High Schoolers maybe. I know that if someone did something like that when I was in High School I would have been all over it..."

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ofriccis:

LOCATION: farmer’s market TIME: early afternoon AVAILABILITY: closed, @jaimevega

it’s that time of year again: farmer’s market season. lilah’s mom had asked her to help load in and stock their booth this morning, which lilah happily agreed to despite there being a bit of unease between the two — now that lilah knows about the man her mom is seeing. has lilah confronted her about this? no. but then again, she doesn’t know if it’s in her place to, even if it hurts the longer the subject is ignored. her mom seems happy. lilah supposes she never asked for anything more.

wiping her hands clean, she watches as the locals mix in with the tourists, waving to the people she knows. smiling politely. becoming the ray of sunshine that everyone expects her to be. however, the curl of her lip quivers slightly when she spots mr. london across the way, heart tugging in her chest by the time she convinces herself to approach him. “ hey, stranger, “ she greets, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “ it’s good to finally say hello face to face … i kind of embarrassed myself too much at dio to properly say hi over pancakes. “

There is a very nice farmers market in Oxford. There are many. However, Jaime never really had the desire to go. He was in a city he wasn't really feeling the farmers market. It was too much like Elmridge. But now ... here he was back home. So, well, he had to go. Besides, he remembered there was a stall that sold really nice home made really nice baked goods he didn't want to pass up while he was home. He couldn't. So, he hears Lilah's voice while he's debating what type of bread to get, and turns around to grin at her.

"Is that right?" He asks, looking amused, and continuing in a slightly teasing tone. "I must have missed a lot if you're out here embarrassing yourself while drunk. Who knew so much had changed. What happened?"

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presleysfm:

jaime always had a way of making presley feel at ease, and she managed to exhale when she saw him smile. she rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the compliment, just to avoid the fact that she was a little embarrassed. “yeah, actually, but uh,” she bit her lip for a moment, “do they do green tea in britain? or i guess, more importantly, do you have green tea here?” she put her portfolio on the nearest table, taking in jaime’s house. she always felt so bad for him, all alone in here. “hey, uh, my parents are wishing you all the best, by the way. i’m sure they wouldn’t mind having you over for dinner.”

"Sure, they do," Jaime says, "they've stolen all sorts of tea from different places. As for me..." He paused and looked around as if there would be some sort of sign in the hallway that he did have green tea. "I am not the one getting the groceries so, maybe." He lead the both of them into the kitchen, looking over at presley with a smile. "I'd love to come over and have dinner with you and your family! That'd be really nice," he said rifling around through the cabinets before finally finding some Green Tea and showing it to Presley before getting started on making it.

"You know, I was actually considering inviting everyone over for dinner one day. Maybe we can all make something and bring it, or we can all try cooking together." He shrugged his shoulders, leaning against the large island in the middle of the kitchen. "I don't know, I just thought that could be kind of fun..."

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POND TASK 1 [ first I made a unsplash collection for jaime’s house here ]

His High School Art Collection. That’s making it sound cooler than it is. Really it’s just a few paintings he created while he was still in High School learning what painting actually is, and what art really can be. It’s pretty terrible. But Jaime has a sentimental attachment to the art he created in high school because it was the first art he ever really created. It was the first time he ever really felt like he LIKED something. So, while he looks back at what he painted, or drew, or whatever back in his high school art class it might at times give him second hand embarrassment but he really loves it. It holds a special place in his heart. He might be better at it all now, but there is something about the joy he found in just painting something absolutely fucking terrible back then.

His Guitar. Can Jaime play the guitar? ... Kind of. Does he like to play the guitar? Yeah! He’s not good at it, he’ll be the first one to say that. And it’s not something he does in front of people. Not a lot of people anyway. He’s not embarrassed to play with others around. But for the most part he just kind of likes sitting down alone and strumming out something that vaguely sounds like music. His Nanny bought him the guitar when he was in high school. it was something he said he might be interested in, so she took him to a music store and they got one. He also has an electric guitar which he bought himself just because it seemed like it’d be cool. That one he plays less often. It sort of just sits in his room making it look like he could play if he wanted to .... Don’t be fooled.

The Souvenir Wall. Jaime’s always been able to do a lot of traveling, moving to Oxford is not exactly the first time he’s been out of the country. He’s gone on vacation with his parents every summer since he was a child. There are a lot of souvenir’s he has from those trips, but this wall is mostly taken up with things he’s collected on school trips he’s taken with the other Big Fish. Things from museums, from plays, post cards, awards, news paper clippings, and many many photos of them through out the years. Trips he took for school always were way more fun to him than the vacations he had with his parents, despite the fact that he could go where ever he wanted to. He’d kind of always rather would have been with his friends.

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presleysfm:

the entire time she was heading towards the vega house, her stomach flipped with nerves. this felt a little silly, asking jaime to look at her designs, just her ideas for her game. but he was the best artist presley knew in town, and… and she just wanted an excuse to talk to him. there was still a sore spot between them, the pain of abandonment, and she didn’t quite know how to fix it. until then, though, she still wanted to talk to him. she let out a deep sigh when she finally pulled up to his house, carefully carrying her portfolio as she made her way to the front door. when he answered, she shot him a grin, “hey, jaime. thanks again for looking at these for me.”

@jaimevega

Jaime was always more than happy to invite people into his house, honestly. Especially now that unless he counted the cleaners coming in once a week (he did) he was currently the only person there. So, despite the awkwardness that might be between him and Presley at the present moment he greeted her with a bright smile, no hint of awkwardness or anxiety to be found. "It's no problem, Pres. I've always been a fan of your work. Come in," he said, motioning for her to follow him inside, hesitating a moment in the hall entrance. "Do you want something to eat or drink? I've gotten really good at making tea over the past three years..."

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branscns:

“so my sister’s coming to town in a couple weeks. not for long, she’s got a gallery opening in the city, so she’s gonna come down and stay with us.” ollie’s brow crinkles the same way it always does when he has to refer to camille out loud, and before he knows it, he’s actually voicing his confusion. “or… cousin? camille’s my cousin, technically, right?” this is what comes of being raised by your aunt and uncle; how exactly are their adopted children related to you?

Jaime absently sat there stirring his iced coffee with the straw as Ollie talked beside him. He looked over at his friend ... confused, and not really sure how to answer that question. "Uh... Cousin Sister, perhaps? Maybe it really only matters what she feels like. Does she feel like your sister? Or does she feel like your cousin?" If only it were that easy with parents. Then Jaime supposed he just wouldn't have any. His head tilts a bit while he considers Oliver. "Are you going to go? I know if I was doing something like that, and I had any cousin brothers I would want them to go. But maybe that’s because I’m an only child and I don’t get the whole sibling thing."

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q-dean:

SHE STARED AT HIM, IMPRESSED A little at how good he look. granted, money could do that for you. ❝ yeah. i guess it has, ❞ she mused. ❝ i tried to keep away from elmridge, but i only managed to skip the summer after first year before caving. ❞ then again she didn’t have an ocean as an excuse.

she blinked. ❝ doesn’t that make it like 3am or something for you? hardcore. i respect it. hope you’ve got something other than alcohol to keep you going though. ❞ she looked around. she assumed they were. she hadn’t exactly managed to make perfect rounds herself. ❝ think so? ❞ she admitted.

❝ oh you know. lots of papers. working on getting some more internships. boring as fuck basically. you? ❞ art school over seas? that seemed like a pretty sweet life. she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little jealous. ❝ i can never keep track. do you smoke? not weed, who cares if people smoke weed, y’know? ❞ she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. ❝ basically i’m going to smoke but i won’t do it in your face if you hate it, ❞ she clarified.

Jaime gives a look that is somewhere between a smile and a grimace, "yeah... If it makes you feel better, I don’t think staying away for so long was the best decision." He said slowly. He should have come back sooner. But it was just too easy to stay away. "I slept on the plane. And drank a fuck ton of coffee. I figure I'll either be asleep within an hour and have a lot of things drawn on my face, or I'll be up until I can get home and sleep for about two days. I hope it's the second option, but we'll see."

He shook his head in response, shrugging his shoulders in a way that said he didn't smoke, and didn't care if she did either. "It's been pretty great, I won't lie. I mean school is school no matter where it is. But I've met so many new people out there." Jaime bit down on his bottom lip while he thought for a minute. "I'm thinking of moving when I graduate though. Somewhere ... I'm not sure yet though. -- Uh, but I have a lot I need to talk to my parents first.” It was probably going to be fine. Probably.

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