IT’S A MIRACLE that he doesn’t lose a shoe in the process , but it has arthur turning back all the same . it’s first confusion that shines on his face , but the usual friendly smile doesn’t take long to show itself . ❛ it’s okay , ❜ he reassures the girl . there’s no point in making her feel worse when she’s already apologetic . ❛ maybe i should learn to walk faster . try not to get in the way of anyone’s run . ❜ he’s joking , of course .
from the moment she felt herself stumble back slightly from the poor victim nearly coming out of his shoe, dakota wondered if it was evident that she was imaginatively facepalming herself over, and over, and over. but then, she saw the smile -- and instantly felt relief. she’d recognized him before, but couldn’t quite point her figure on his name. certainly, she’s seen that face on television. who could miss that? surely, he’s been to one of many of events and galas that her parents have thrown together. “i’ve really just got to work on my landing -- or at least shout out a good heads up for the poor soul who is in the path of this baby giraffe learning how to stand on it’s feet for the first time.”
lithe body stood by the window of the shop , the golden haired heiress deep in thought . thoughts roamed with the idea of what it would be like to have to make things for yourself rather than paying someone to do it for you . the idea felt beneath her , more befitting the people that lived one town over rather than in hillston . the gong that disrupts her thought comes in the form of someone literally stepping on shoes . nose crinkling , neck cranes . “ totally , but we all make mistakes . “
as she watched the poor victim of her mindless walking turn to face her, she reached up to take the hood of her baggy hoodie off of her head. no need to look like a total creep after assaulting her very expensive looking shoes. being an adler came at the price of every resident of hillston or member of the country club keeping track of anything she did to report back to her parents -- who she was certain could not care less. “ i --- thanks -- hope i didn’t scuff them up too bad,” her words came out almost embarrassed as her already peach tinted cheeks burned. she glanced down at her shoes before shifting her eyes to her very worn out running shoes. if you tried to determine who she was by the looks of her shoes, you would’ve never guessed that she was a part of the well-known family.
peeking her head back from behind her fridge, her messy bun drooped a little lower at the sudden movement. "for you? i don't know, axe --- how much are you willing to pay?" she couldn't fight her huge grin as she grabbed a can of la croix and made her way back to the small living room in her 2 bedroom home. "what's up?"
“wait -- rudetsky? the “ she got so trashed at the last first summer party and puked all over ryan’s shoes” rudetsky? please, it was a total bust. i left fifteen minutes -- nothing to see.”
she needed a break from staring at the four walls of her bedroom. a late night walk was the best way to a, avoid people and b, to clear her head. fingers running through her head as she found a park bench to sit on. this was not how she expected her pregnancy to get announced, she hadn’t even told her family yet. yes, that was partly her fault for delaying everything and burying herself and this..problem. this just proved to her that no matter what, life likes to shit on you. “if you’ve come to gloat, make fun of me or whatever, i’m really not in the mood.”
kota, sparkling water in tote, had decided to cut through the park that night to make it back to her house from the convenient store that sells her favorite pellegrino. when she saw the back of arya's head in the distance as she neared the bench she was sitting on, she rememberd the news about her pregnancy spreading and instantly felt remorse in her gut. as she approached her, she heard the hurt in her voice and immediately shook her head, "look -- no, that’s not it -- i -- how are you?” what a silly thing to say. obviously, she wasn’t doing well at all. but what else was she to say?
It had been nearly a week or two since Leyla had touched a drink. She was too focused on her studies and still newer than she’d preferred to just call someone up and let them drag her away for a night out of drinking and catching whatever prey she could find. So as she walked beside somewhat familiar company, she wondered how to ask where’s the best place to let loose for a night without giving away too much, and so she simply asked, “So what do people here do for fun?”
dakota met leyla a few weeks back at a function that her parents put on to promote the newest season of their show -- they had to invite the delgado's in order to gain more international exposure. dakota didn't talk to very many, so she had allowed herself to make a new acquaintance in her " -- fun? i'm hoping that you mean anything other than tea time at the club? now, happy hour --- that's a different story --"
there wasn't much that dakota was paying attention to aside from her footsteps moving one in front of the other and the sound of whatever came across the "today's hits" playlist as she tried to slow her jogging place down to a near complete stop. her run was finished, and she was moving down the crosswalk in route to the nearest craft store closest to her house. it wasn't until she stepped on the back of someone's heels when she realized that she was completely zoned out. "oh sh --- sorry, you think i would learn by now to watch where i'm going --"
“You tell anyone I stole this from my Dad’s stash and I’ll kill you myself, got it?” He asked in a slightly serious tone as he pulled a tall bottle of vodka from out of his backpack. “I could’ve just bought my own but something about drinking alcohol that doesn’t belong to you makes it taste that much sweeter.” He added with a mischievous laugh, tugging the top off of the bottle and looking at the other. “I’m not drinking alone, am I?”
“hey --- i never said i would," kota cut her eyes at him in response to his serious tone, but easily toned it down when she heard his laugh and offer to share. "i'm not going to turn it down," she said with a small grin and chuckled while waiting for the boy to take a swig first. "what's with the sticky fingers, hm?"
“I was walking home from work when some old lady came up to me and gave me ten bucks. When I looked at her funny and asked her why she gave me the money she simply said, “You helped me get my cat out of a tree when I was unable to.” Just goes to show you doing good deeds for people is so worth it.”
he’s been busy enough the last week that he’s not had time to do anything else. so everything aside, he decides that he’s going to have himself some downtime. because his mother and his sister are off out of town and he’s by himself, which of course he hates. he gets stuck though trying to make his way to the bar, and his voice is rough and scratchy from not using it and it sounds deeper than what it normally would when he speaks. “ ‘excuse me can i get past you please. “ the please is almost sour on his tongue but he doesn’t want to be too rude and he’s desperate for a drink.
having decided to go for a walk, dakota really had no specific destination in mind. all she knew was that her apartment was too quiet, and it felt as if she was suffocating. so, off she went. typically, she never ended up too far. maybe she stopped at the park or decided to skip walking and move straight to running down the sidewalk. but tonight? she decided to stop at the town bar. she didn't make it too far into the building before she pulled out her phone and tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. her thoughts and hurried typing with her thumbs were interrupted by a sharp, scruffy voice. dakota whipped her head up and turned it to the side to look at who was speaking to her, " --- what? yeah, sure -- no problem..." she mumbled audibly with the latter half of her sentence almost under her breath. "mind if i join you?"
╰ ♡ MUSE 5, FLORENCE PUGH, FEMALE ┊ have you seen DAKOTA ADLER around hillston? the 22 year old is said to be a FREELANCE ARTIST. the neighbours would say that they’re OVERCRITICAL and INDECISIVE, but they’re actually JOYFUL and TRUSTWORTHY. she often reminds people of a warm sunshine, fresh clean sheets out of the dryer, and paint splattered overalls with a messy bun. watch out, though. you wouldn’t believe that SHE HAS BEEN STRUGGLING WITH AN EATING DISORDER. ( mal, EST, 23, she/her )
y’all, it has been so long since i have been a part of an rp. hi there! i’m mal and i’m 23 years old! pls be gracious and patient with me as i relearn so much
BUT, this is my new bb dakota -- but you can call her kota!
here are some things about her:
coming from the Adler family, Dakota did not crave the same spotlight that her parents did. She wanted nothing to do with the fame that they brought her into which was an opinion that developed at an older age.
she was thrown into acting and modeling at a young age, but stepped away from it at age 18 when she finally gained a backbone to make decisions for herself without her parents’ input.
because her parents subjected her to modeling and acting so young, she was faced with many agencies and movie/television critics who focused on her imperfections — mainly her weight which led to Dakota practicing behaviors like restricted eating and excessive exercising
she is currently in recovery but still struggles daily with trying to fall into her old habits
to try and recover from her eating disorder, kota turned to art such as painting, drawing, and writing to shift her focus away from her body
dakota lives to help others through their struggles and finds it easy to cover anyone else in love other than herself
she is VERY indecisive with most things as little as deciding where to eat for lunch or what shoes to wear and as big as future careers and relationships
her favorite color is yellow because it reminds her of warmth and joy
she has spent time in an inpatient facility for her ED on two separate occasions
she is a self proclaimed early bird so no one is ever suspicious of her early exercising habits
because of the show her parents are a part of, she is very wary of love because she believed it to be manufactured and can always be set up to fail
but she would never admit how much of a hopeless romantic she is
Dakota has always felt such pressure as the first born of the Adler’s to be perfect and never fail.
really she is a softie on the surface, you just have to peel back some of her layers to get through to that
pls love her if you’ve stuck around to get this far
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