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ᴡʜᴏ: renée harper de-montmélier @moonlit-wonderer ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: cromwell estate
"WOULD IT BE TOO PETTY OF ME TO GIVE IT ALL AWAY?" Calla speaks up from her far too comfortable spot, just a few spots to the left of Renée. Her eyes are locked in a disgruntled glare at the tablet she is holding, finger scrolling further down the pdf. "I mean really, it'll look nice for the re-election, help people in need, it wouldn't be bad to just give all his assets away or donate them, right?" Maybe it was a bit overly petty. She got half of her husband's assets in the divorce (Thank you, Forbes & Whitman) but she admittedly didn't want much of it. Didn't need much of it either, but a prenup was a prenup. She looks up at Renée, raising an eyebrow in question. "Unless you have some use for it?" "You usually have some charity needing funds laying around." It's why Calla liked Renée, she was equally into giving and philanthropy as herself. Probably more so, the Cromwell's did not raise giving people. "Charity is still charity, even if it's funded from spite, right?"
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Renée let out an amused laugh, she wasn't one to shy away from petty. She knew the best way to stick it to a guy like Calla's newly signed ex-husband was to do something generous with their money. "Excellent campaign strategy" she said with an approving grin. Men like that often found greed with power. It was all too familiar to Renée, having grown up in the DeMontmélier family.
"The arts center is always looking for more funding" she said, offering a cause. Renée was in charge of sequestering donations for the Pinehaven arts center, so it was an easy grab for her if Calla happened to want to throw the money her way. "but I'm biased, of course." she said with a quick upward flick of her eyes. "Just make sure you pick the right cause or the voters will eat you for lunch." she sighed with a shrug. "and you kno-ow" she nearly sang, "the arts center is pretty neutral if you ask me." Renée joked. Mostly.
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Kitty:Mhm...sure ;) ;) -Later- Kitty: coke bear? okay well that's my kinda bear... Kitty: we could make fun of it Kitty: are you going to be nice to me if i come over? Kitty: Because yeeeeessss i might well be home
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Jimmy: can I be a little mean? Jimmy: in your favorite way
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Kitty: I mean the way he was talking to me, praising me, I’d vote for him
Kitty: you seem a little bit jealous baby
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Jimmy: so what he's like your sugar daddy? is that what this is? Jimmy: ...not jealous - later after a few beers - Jimmy: you should come over and watch this stupid movie that's on. Jimmy: it's the one about the bear on cocaine Jimmy: we could make fun of it? 👉👈 Jimmy: are you home?
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James watched the path for a moment, not wanting to slip on any ice, his balance was questionable at most these days, and falling on his ass didn't seem like the most appealing thing. Once he saw that the path was clear, he looked back up, watching his breath make little puffs in the chilled air before his attention was back on Maren. What he hadn't expected was for word to make its way around town so fast, wanting him and Rhys to be the one to tell friends and family but he should have figured that as soon as one person knew, the entire town would. His cheeks instantly heating up some. "It was good, really good." James laughed, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his coat, doing his best to fight off a crooked smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips. "I dunno, something about it being Christmas morning, spending it with Rhys, my first time home for the holidays in years-" James knew he was already rambling. "And I mean, given how ridiculously in love with him I am, Christmas seemed like the perfect time to propose." Still trying to wrap his head around that fact. "But. How was your Maren?"
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Maren listened intently, proud of how far James had come. It must have been such an amazing feeling knowing you're with the right person and feeling confident enough to get married. Maren had never had that feeling with anyone and they weren't sure they would at this rate. But regardless, Maren was giddy with excitement for James. Watching him grow up, even though he was older, had been such a cool experience. Maren didn't have a lot of friends that went back that far. They felt honored to be able to witness it.
"James! That's amazing!" They said with a huge grin as they continued down the path together. "That sounds so perfect." They said, trying to hide their shifting feelings when their own Christmas was brought up. "It was....different" Maren chewed uncomfortably on their bottom lip. "Without Hank and with Sally not really...here either..." they paused, letting out a sigh. "It's been tougher than I want to admit" Maren would never share this outside of their bubble. One that Maren always so desperately needed. Maybe they could actually go to therapy, but James was always there to lean on, which made delaying the process easier.
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Kitty: ...mhmmm...oh i know it wasn't baby Kitty: Why, you jealous? Someone is voting for him. Maybe this is his campaign tactic - the female vote
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Jimmy: how would this help the vote in any way though? Jimmy: not jealous Jimmy: but he seems boring as hell
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Kitty: Awww, you listened to the pod? Cute!
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Jimmy: ... not the point I was making Jimmy: who even is this guy anyway? What clown is voting for this dude?
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text to Kitty @hernamewaskit
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Jimmy: So like what are you now? Mrs. Mayor?
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I thought this place was slow before but add a little chill, snow, and the holiday gluttony everything falls to the waste side. kagan tucked the leather portfolio beneath his arm, a keen eye poised at the slate colored sky, hoping they would be spared another clear night before the weather shifted. With the enclosed documents for the piece of land he purchased for his personal use, he needed to send the original documents to his accountant for safe keeping. He anticipated the shit he would have to shovel once the news got back to his brother. kagan opened the door, a soft gust of air carrying him through the threshold before the soft counterweight of their body descending quickly into the space between them. kagan quickly reached out to stabilize Maren, who seemed even more bewildered by the anticipated splat. "it's all good," he dusted off the front of his jacket before grabbing his abandoned portfolio from the ground. "you still have time. the mail person looks like they're catching flies and I'd look the other way. A lawsuit would help my cause."
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Maren brushed themself off, mostly mirroring the man as if assuming he was attempting to tell Maren they needed to brush off. Looking back over their shoulder to the spiritless postal worker, Maren let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "There's so many cameras here, I think it's useless" Maren would never really pull a stunt like that, they always seemed to get caught doing the things that were off limits as a kid and never really learned to sneak around. Mostly because their grandparents hadn't made them. They had trusted Maren to do the right thing. Maybe Hank and Sally shouldn't have always taken Maren's word for it, but most of the time Maren was good. "Maybe I should go tell her that I just almost ate shit and that she should do something before she had a real slip on her hands?" Maren weighed the effort, unsure if it was worth their time. "Should I...?" their green eyes looking to Kagan for approval to not be a good citizen today.
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who: open starter @pinehavenstarters what: edge of downtown Pinehaven
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Rhea walked along the sidewalk in downtown Pinehaven. It was snowier than she had anticipated, but she couldn't stand another minute cooped up inside. The weather had never been an issue is Los Angeles, duh, it was known for it's steady 70 degrees and sunny, which was Rhea's favorite part. She had never been accustomed to the cold, growing up in the south— she was perfectly contempt wearing a sweater in 80 degrees. But the cold wasn't even the issue at the moment. She mostly just felt cooped up. She hated feeling stagnant and the weather most definitely made her feel stuck. So naturally, she went for a walk.
Most of the shops were closed. She was crazy for going outside at all, but at least she wasn't driving. Just stupidly walking. She looked up, realizing how far from the main path she had drifted, just walking to clear her head. The snow was fresh, covering most of her view into the tree line, but her eyes swiftly darted down to the fresh foot prints disappearing into the trees. Someone was just here...
She stood staring into the opening between the pine trees, knowing full well she would be making a huge mistake if she stepped any further toward the forest. She hadn't ever been the one to wander, but here she was, peering down the path. Through the thick snowfall, a figure began to move toward her. She turned, ready to bolt back toward town when she promptly slipped on an icy root. "Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" she shouted, anxiously attempting to get up from the ice and slipping again. The sight was all too dramatic, but she had seen one too many horror movies and true crime documentaries to assume anything but the worst.
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who: closed starter for @bellabeaudelaire what: cold, raining weekend afternoon @ Felix's house
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Felix was finally working on arranging the house in a way that suited him and not what was leftover from his broken marriage. He left a bedroom for Junie in hopes that she would come visit him or even come live with him full time again, but so far that didn't seem to be on the table. Felix's mind had been such a mess as of late, he decided that cleaning out and rearranging the house was less destructive than sulking alone any longer. Now that he had torn the house apart and put it back together, there were some loose ends to tie up.
Boxes of books, bags of old clothes and shoes, and various decor items belonging to Angela sat in the front hallway. He was happy to get rid of the decor as he never felt very fond of them to begin with. Angela never gave him a chance to decorate anything to his liking. That was what his office was for. Felix liked a tidy, polished look and with the abstract painting and gaudy sconces looking up at him from the floor, felt like he could finally breathe again.
He had finished listing the remaining items online the day prior and couldn't bring himself to charge much for the stuff. Who would really want this junk anyway? Besides the books, of course. Those were precious and he hoped they would go to someone who would appreciate them. They looked glossy and untouched. They ranged from classics to kids books, but he set aside the first editions for ebay. He knew he could get a good price for them. He heard the doorbell ring, he must have zoned out as he didn't hear them making their way up the driveway or even register a figure just feet away beyond the windows. He opened the door far too quickly, which made things feel uncomfortable until he registered the woman standing in front of him. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" he said with a baffled smile, but thrilled to see Bella standing before him. "I thought you were someone here to pick up some junk." he paused, "I wasn't expecting you! Come in, come in" he said, motioning her out of the weather and into the warm hall.
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ollie: dude, is everything okay? ollie: ngl, i'm kind of honored to be your first emergency text but pls tell me you're alright
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jazz: huge emergency at my house! jazz: we are out of pizza 😩
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who: closed starter for @accidentalfireworks what: text to Ollie
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jazz: what's the number for 911? jazz: oh wait nvm
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Diego stumbled back a step, skates scraping loudly as he pinwheeled his arms before catching the rail again. A surprised laugh burst out of him, breathless and bright despite himself. “Okay—wow—has anyone ever told you that you'd make a great baseball player?" he asked, rubbing at his shoulder where the snowball had detonated like a tiny icy bomb. He looked over at Jasper, squinting slightly before breaking into a grin that softened the whole moment.
“It's okay, man. I just hope you know you've opened up the chance for me to get a snowball toss back at ya. I won't tell you when it'll happen, if it'll even happen, so you'll just have to be on your toes at all times." He smirked, playfully. "But, for now." he turned to look in the direction Jasper had been attempting to throw the snowball, "I could help you take down your actual targets. If you want."
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Jasper cowered behind the wall of the rink, assuming he was about to be in so much trouble with whoever got hit. Luckily, a familiar voice rang out from the rink. He looked up with wide eyes, clearly on something, which helped explain his current predicament. "phew! thank god it's just you" he placed his gloved hand on the outside of his insulated windbreaker, just over the chest. He slowly stood back up, only slipping twice before grabbing the side of the rink to steady himself. Something he probably should have done before.
"The trick is to only hit people you think you can outrun. Luckily it's hard to run in skates so that makes the guessing easier" he said with a devious grin. "I was aiming for that guy" he pointed over to someone who was clearly a dad who did not want to be skating and probably was only there because his family begged him. "He's such an easy target but you just uhh—jumped in front of him?" he said, unconvincing. He was clearly not the athletic type, but he tried anyway.
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who: closed starter for kitty @hernamewaskit where: pinehaven fm after hours outfit: here
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Jimmy crossed over the patch of grass between the building and the parking lot, ignoring the paved path. He trudged through the snow, trying desperately to get out of the cold as quick as possible. He had a vest and hoodie on, but they were hardly helping in this weather. He made his way into the building, small pizza wedged between his arm and torso, entering with a sigh of relief as the warmth creeped slowly around him absolving him of his frigid discomfort.
It was quiet on the night shift. There were fewer people around in general, which was why it was easy for Jimmy to come hang out. No bosses looming so he was allowed to be a distraction. He made his way up the stairwell, bypassing the elevator. As he reached the second floor, the sound of the station echoed into the stairwell. A song that he couldn't quite place playing overhead, though it sounded new. Jimmy hardly listened to anything that hit the charts, so the station was often noise to him. But when his favorite jockey was on the air, he tended to hear a banger or two.
Rounding the corner, he saw Kitty through the glass booth. He knocked quietly, pointing to the pizza with a small grin. She wasn't expecting him, but he visited so frequently that probably should have been. Jimmy never really went by a schedule, he often just popped in whenever he felt like it. Most of his friends found it amusing.
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