natalie chandler

too many guys think i'm a concept or i complete them or i'm going to 'make them alive'. but i'm just a fucked up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. don't assign me yours

[natchandler]

siiderei​:

         ━━ Tristan gawked, turning his head to look at Nat. “Just cus I play hockey it doesn’t mean it’s my—alright, Haunted Ice for the title,” and he did his best to suppress his laughter, “as for plot… bunch of friends got to spend the day with the Stanley Cup, but not-so plot twist, it was cursed kind of like Ju-On but b-movie vibe. Most notable song on the soundtrack, ooh tough choice.” He paused for effect, tapping his fingers on his chin. “Eternal Flame by The Bangles,” Tristan decided. Expect Nat to throw a random query at him, but it’s all good fun, and he’s into it. “What the puck? Pretty sure that’s already trademarked, Nat. But we can bring it to court, we’ll win anyway. Now, as for our roles, are we the protagonists or antagonists? Cus we gotta rope the audience in, right?”

nat nodded intently along to tristan’s movie-making ideas. at the mention of eternal flame, nat began to dance in her seat. it was really more of a wiggle. she continued to listen, affirming his ideas with “uh huh”s, “okay cool”s, and “interesting”. “someone already took ‘what the puck’?” she sighed, shaking her head. “i need a fact check.” at the mention of whether they would fill the protagonist or antagonist role, nat raised her eyebrows. excellent question. “i’m intrigued. how do we be antagonists in a cursed ju-on esque b-movie?” 

[natchandler]

closed for @siiderei​

nat lay on the top of a day bed, throwing a small pool ball up and down above her. she was certainly focused, but equally content with asking tristan any absurd question to pass their time. “okay, you’re writing a paranormal hockey movie. whats the title, plot, and most notable song on the soundtrack?” the brunette girl inquired, unfazed by the specificity of her question. so she paid attention to his interests- what are friends for? “and how about it stars you and me. i dont care what the team’s name is but can the slogan please be ‘what the puck?’” nat was all too proud of her idea, catching the ball to look at tristan contently. “it’s a great branding opportunity.”

[natchandler]

closed starter for @ewoodx​

nat sat perched on the edge of the pool, her legs gently splashing the water. she'd spent much of the day lounging in the sun and talking with friends. it was nice and a carefree relaxation she wasn’t necessarily used to. “well, well, well - is that mr. wood i see?” nat teased, lowering her sunglasses to peer over the top. ethan was one of the first people nat had met since arriving in the outer banks a few summers ago. she didn’t necessarily know how to describe their relationship. it started on the grounds of kook family ties. her grandmother knew the woods family, so she ended up seeing ethan a lot. they started spending more time with one another, and honestly got along. no doubt them first spending time with each other was some push and shove of their families, but it worked out pretty good. she hadn’t gotten the chance to have a proper conversation with him since arriving in the house and they were certainly due for a catch up. seeing ethan was kind of comforting. 

[natchandler]

closed starter for @kaia-a​​

nat’s time in the house had been interesting. she’d so far stayed out of any notable drama, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel tension from time to time. sleeping in a room with cole, gemma, and vince was just - weird. nothing had been formally addressed yet, which may or may not be amplifying her discomfort. this night she found herself curled up on a day bed. she wasn’t intending to sleep there, but it was cozy watching the stars and the crisp air. a soft yawn emit her lips. it was strange being absolutely surrounded with people but also feeling oddly disconnected from the world. nat couldn’t help but wonder what was happening outside their little beach-y palace. she pulled the comforter snugly to her chest. “who would’ve thought i’d be here,” she whispered. as much as she was enjoying it, she felt somewhat out of place. the nearby fire lit up the surrounding area. most people were inside. she wasn’t necessarily shy, but socially anxious from time to time. 

[natchandler]

ofmannox·:

A thrill seeker at his core, Vincent loved rides. Whether it was Six Flags or the county fair, he was a big fan of cheap thrills. And the fact that there was a carnival, sprawling with rides and free food, he was excited for the night ahead with Nat. Their shoulders pushed close together as they squeezed into the ride,  his broad shoulders pressed against her smaller ones. “I might be, but I’ll never tell.” He teased with a loud laugh, the ride beginning to pick up speed, taking off. “Roger, roger, captain. Co-pilot Mannox ready for take off. Let’s do this.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips as they began to twirl in the ride. It was effortless with Nat, something he hadn’t expected but certainly wasn’t complaining about.

nat and vince spent quite a bit of time bouncing between rides. admittedly, it was really enjoyable. nat had a lot of fun with vince. he made her laugh. it was nice to have that. she had good people in her life of course, but it was hard to find people who stuck around. and it’s always fun when someone gets your sense of humor. they just worked well together. they clicked. “okay mannox, time for some food,” nat proposed as they walked away from their most recent ride. “i’m starving,” she dramatically threw her hand to her head, followed by a cheerful laugh. “a few drinks wouldn’t hurt either, whatcha think?” she turned from walking beside vince to walking backwards in front of him. a relaxed, happy smile on her lips. she had a thing for maintaining eye good contact when she was with people, but after a few seconds she found herself glancing away. yanno, vince mannox is kinda cute.

[natchandler]

ofmannox​:

“Hey, you know what I meant!” He protested teasingly, shaking his head before adding, “Get your mind out of the gutter, Chandler.” Turning to face her, he tightened the straps on his backpack- the bag full of various bottles of contraband alcohol at the fair. “You’re speaking my language. Let’s get some rides in, then grab food and take full advantage of the alcohol I snuck in.” Vince laughed softly. He quickly linked his arm with hers, pulling her along as they went to one of the faster rides at the carnival. “Hope you’re not secretly a chicken.” He joked as they got in line, quickly moving up until they were situated in a ride cart, closer together than usual. “Feel free to hang on if you get too scared, though.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” nat rolled her eyes, following into the carnival ride line. “i’ll be just fine thank you very much.” she smiled contently, looking ahead at the ride route. it looked fun- just a new experience. nat wasn’t one to shy away from much, but she was a thinker. she liked risk, but wouldn’t object to a quick preview. just a few minutes later the running ride finished. they were quickly loaded into their own seats, two sardines in a can. “i’m not scared vince, but it sounds like you might be,” her voice made out a small laugh. the tracks slowly started to click, the vehicle creeping forward. her fingers tapped excitedly on their safety bar. “ahem, this is your captain speaking. are we ready for take off?” nat grinned. 

[natchandler]

ofmannox​:

The events held by the team in charge of the show were always fun, to say the least. No expenses were spared, and everyone had a great time. This would only be made better by the company he was keeping; Nat Chandler. While he enjoyed the company of everyone in the house, there was something different about Nat. It was comfortable, sure, but beyond that; it was different. He wouldn’t admit to anyone–well, maybe Connor–but she made him feel special. Made his heart skip a beat–or several–and took his usually stoic features into a more goofy appearance, a wide grin accompanying any time they were together. It was relaxing to be around her, he felt like he could be himself without any labels. When they were together, they were Nat and Vincent, not Pogues or Kooks. It was refreshing to say the least. As they arrived, he hopped off the bus and rushed to her side, that same goofy grin spread across his lips. “Hey, I’m down for anything.” He promised, adding, “I’m at your disposal, Chandler. We could hit up mini donuts, or games, or rides. Whatever you want; I’m easy.”

“easy, huh? well lets see,” nat bit the inside of her lip, looking around at the various options. eating before any rides didn’t seem like a great idea. “how about we do rides, then food, maybe or definitely some alcohol, and then games?” she turned towards vince, eyebrows raised. they only had more and more time to kill. some rides sounded fun. she’d never really had enough money to do this kind of thing. when she might’ve, it went straight to savings. her more unique experiences like this happened on special events with her aunt, and once she made it to the outer banks to meet her grandma. she didn’t really know where to start. her eyes flickered between the rides, some slower, faster, upside down, decorated tracks. her eyes landed on the flying swings. “onward!” she smiled, nudging his arm before heading forward. 

[natchandler]

closed for @ofmannox​

it was the first time out of the house since the show started filming. they were all headed to their own private carnival. rides, games, and food? what more could nat ask for. she’d been talking a bit more with vince since they first started catching up. it was surprisingly nice. of course they’d enjoyed each other’s company before, but were typically with groups of people. and he was different than before, but good different. he seemed happier. maybe a little more free. they’d quickly gotten back into their joking rapport. it was comfortable. although the house guests had arrived at the carnival set up together, nat was planning on spending some time with vince. “okay mannox, where should we begin?”  

[natchandler]

ofmannox​:

Vince was glad he hadn’t bumped into a stranger, at least this way he could cover his tracks because he knew the poor soul he crashed into. It was easier explained this way. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he scanned her frame, surprised that she was standing in front of him in the house of all places. “I’ve been great.” He smiled, chuckling and shaking his head. “I can’t believe you’re here… I never thought I’d see you again.” He laughed. He peered down at his own shirt, looking at the mess of liquor spilled against his polo. “Nah, no need.” He promised, setting her fears aside as he quickly shed his shirt, chucking it lazily onto a nearby chair. He’d come back for it later. “I’m just… so shocked to see you. In the best way, of course. You’re really a sight for sore eyes, Nat. Holy shit, I can’t believe it.” He repeated, shaking his head. “Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming?” Vince teased with a smirk. Running into her was a pleasant surprise. They had hung out at parties over the years and then she’d disappear, so he was glad she was around this time- who knew what the future held for them.

vince’s disbelief was kind of funny: a little off-putting, but also sweet. she hadn’t realized he’d spent much time thinking about it. sure, they hung out in groups in the summer, and she considered him a friend, but everyone knew she only stayed for summers. she knew he knew, but she also never really said many official goodbyes. last summer she left kind of weirdly after everything that happened with cole. not that anyone knew it ended weird or even what happened between them, but the summer hadn’t ended the way she typically did. as vince took care of his soggy shirt, she shifted in the direction of the patio’s seats. “never thought you’d see me again huh? a whole year was too long for you?” nat raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms loosely to her chest. hearing him stumble - vince getting a little sappy on her. “a sight for sore eyes, huh. well thats nice to hear.” as vince proposed a pinch, she couldn’t help but laugh. “so charming, but even more ridiculous. get it together mannox. maybe you are just seeing things” she shrugged her shoulders. “sit with me, catch me up,” she smiled, plopping down on a chair that faced the glowing sunset. 

[natchandler]

iscotm​:

“holy shit, is that fried plantains?” isco asked as he stepped into the kitchen, the familiar smell of oil, food and love for food invading him and reminding him of how home felt when he still lived with his parents. his mother was always a cook, she’d worked a full-time job and then get home every night and teach isco and his siblings how to cook just about anything. isco had been young back then, so her lessons were aimed at his two older siblings more than at him. the smell of it though, the way nat moved around the kitchen hit him with a nostalgia that he hadn’t felt in a long time. “i want all of them, can that be arranged? we need butter and lots of grated cheese to make these pop.” he added excitedly, clearly planning on eating as many of those as the girl would allow him to. “but most importantly, do you need help with anything? i’m not the best cook, but i used to watch my mom cook all the time when i was little. i know the names of most utensils.”

nat’s smile widened a little at isco’s excitement. "you betcha!” there was something incredibly satisfying about seeing someone so happy to eat the food she’d made. “all of them? i’m sorry it can not, but, you’re welcome to take as many as you can right now before everyone else comes,” she teased. she really loved to cook for people. there was something about it that felt kind of homey and not necessarily intimate but, good. another way she could share some care for other people. and who didn’t love some good food? she easily turned it into a competition with herself to master a recipe and or make it better. “you’re welcome to check the fridge, but i’m just about done for tonight. unless you want to help me wash some dishes,” nat continued, motioning over excitedly to present her mess. she didn’t know isco well at all, but he seemed nice. she was also always taking help with the dishes.  “i’m just kidding, its my mess. whatcha been up to?” 

[natchandler]

naomishq​:

the smell that was filling the house was nothing short of heavenly. as naomi strode into the kitchen, she surveyed the mess with a laugh bubbling in her throat. she had known nat long to know that it was best to leave her to her own devices in the kitchen. “ i can’t believe you even have to ask,” she replied, plopping on a stool and reaching for one after nat had. naomi had never been the greatest cook, to the consternation of her family, but that’s what delivery’s for, right? she knew how to make a few signature dishes, and only managed to burn the toast half the time, so naomi would chalk that up to a win. “ holy shit, ” she murmured, sinking her tetth into a plaintain. “ if your other dishes have gotten this good, i’m asking for your hand in marriage, i swear to god. ”

"oh why thank you my darling!” nat laughed, giving a celebratory twirl. “i hope it’s good, otherwise i should probably stop dreaming of a restaurant opening,” she continued, reaching for another plantain. it was always nice to hear a compliment about her cooking. it definitely gave her a confidence boost and a little ounce of hope to the potential of actually opening a restaurant. “my hand in marriage, huh? well thats exciting. i might have to decline though. i cant get married until-” nat paused, looking straight until the nearest camera. “we save the turtles and get a better recycling and composting system in the outer banks.” nat turned back to naomi, struggling to contain her laughter. “sorry we just out here trying to use this platform for good.”

[drewhollings]

Closed starter for: @natchandler​

Parties were second nature to Vince. Growing up as a Kook–one of legendary notoriety even–he hosted his fair share of parties, and attended any that came up along the way. His studies often got cast aside in High School and College in favour for a good time, but at the end of the day, he had his father’s money to fall back on so he didn’t mind goofing off. His father was another story, but he was never home- so he didn’t have much say in the matter in the first place. The house was well underway with one of the first parties of season two, and Vince grabbed himself another drink and made his way outside to watch the sunset. He would never get tired of the view off the pool, the way the beach cascaded and seemed to go on forever. Turning the corner as he walked outside, his eye line caught the setting sun and caught him off guard. He hadn’t even realized where he was going until it was too late, and he bumped into someone standing outside. “Oh, shit!” Vincent exclaimed, spilling his drink all over his shirt, thankful none got on her. “I’m so sorr-” He found himself caught off guard as he looked at her, eyes widening. “Holy shit, Nat?! What’re you doing here?”

[natchandler]

a low, thudding bass, drinks clinking together, happy screams and hollers. since the show started the contestants had been in a pretty constant state of hurrah with a mix-in of occasional small drama. it was a little too early for shit to go down and nat was doing her best to appreciate it while it lasted. in the mean time, it was really nice catching up with people.she hadn’t seen everyone yet, but was certainly making the rounds. the show was an interesting change of pace. nat was happy to be there, but sometimes the constant noise issued the need for a break. nat stepped out onto one of the many house patios, carefully shutting the sliding door behind her. a content, but exhausted smile graced her lips. the glass door muffled some of the noise, but left enough for her to have an idea of what was going on indoors. she took a deep breath. the crisp summer air and slowly setting sun was a feeling she would never take for granted. the calm moment was interrupted by the door opening once more. a blur of loud to quiet again. nat abruptly turned towards the approaching figure, when she watched a seemingly slow motion balance and spill of a drink. “oh no,” she whispered, struggling to hide her laugh. the now wet shirt belonged to none other than resident kook, vincent mannox. her smile grew a little bigger at his own sudden recognition. “hey!!” it was kind of refreshing to see him again. “i guess i’d assume the same as you. how’ve you been?” she questioned, eyebrows raising. she glanced back down to his shirt, a full smile gracing her face. “apparently not too well. maybe we should get you a few napkins-- or a new shirt.”

[natchandler]

“you want some?” nat inquired, raising an eyebrow. she’d been cooking for a while, and was beginning to notice the delicious smell of tostones was attracting more than a few housemates to the kitchen. she carefully positioned her forearm to push a few loose hairs out of her face. a small laugh emit her half smile. her hands were covered in a mixture of plantain residue and oil. she was a little frazzled, but just about done with plating the mass amount of food. the kitchen counter was covered in an array of plates, tongs, and oil. since entering the house nat had been having a generally good time. it was an off-putting situation. sensory overload felt like an understatement, but she was happy to be there. despite her contentment, she needed a little bit of normal and nat liked to cook, bake, and in general, make things. the concept and act of creating was a passion of hers. food, paintings, writing - all of it. she found it fulfilling to create. nat had long past lost track of time and had no idea how many servings she’d made, but it was surely enough to feed a small army. or should she say the equivalent of the surrounding pogues and kooks. she’d had a few conversations on and off as she was cooking, but had gotten a bit too distracted to hold a longer conversation once she got to the frying. now, she could get back to socializing. nat quickly washed her hands, drying them on the least messy kitchen towel. she reached for one of the recently plated fried plantains, a giddy look on her face. “the ultimate reward!” 

[natchandler]

[ MADISON BAILEY , CISFEMALE , SHE/HER ] do you hear [ MICHUUL. BY DUCKWRTH ] coming from the beach ? oh, that has to be [ NATALIE "NAT" CHANDLER ] . they are a [ TWENTY ONE ] year old [ STUDENT ] from seattle, and they come to the outer banks to [ VISIT THEIR GRANDMOTHER ] . they were chosen to be on the show because they are a [ TOURIST ] , but really , i heard it’s because they can be [ CHILDISH & PASSIVE ] . if you get to know them though , they’re pretty [ BRIGHT & QUICK-WITTED ] . they might become a quick audience favorite due to their [ UNCONDITIONAL EMPATHY, DAYS PAINTING AT THE BEACH, TINY HAND TATTOOS ] . ooc – ashley, 19, pst, she/her.

name natalie “nat” chandler age twenty one hometown seattle, wa occupation student studying design for sustainability + barista  pogue or kook? technically a tourist! pogue vibes tho tw: drug abuse, alcoholism, foster care, death, incarceration background natalie grew up outside of the outer banks. actually, far outside outer banks. across the country from outer banks in seattle, wa. although she spent her very early years with her parents in washington, this didn’t last long. growing up in a household of alcoholism, drug use, and unstable incomes, she was eventually placed in the foster care system. she overheard her mom ended up in jail. she knows nothing about her dad anymore. after years in foster care, she was connected with her aunt. she doesn’t really remember how it happened, maybe the stress hit too hard or her brain couldn’t truly comprehend it, but at ten she moved in permanently with her new legal guardian. natalie grew really close with her aunt. she took care of her in a way that natalie was really unfamiliar with. at eighteen, her aunt passed away leaving the rest of her belongings, estate, etc. in natalie’s name. it was given with one request: to travel to the outer banks each summer and meet her grandmother. so natalie did. after selling the estate and anything excess she had enough money (not kook-level, but sustainable for her to have some time to figure out what she needed to do next and some to save for future education). natalie began to rent an apartment and start community college classes. in the summers, she stayed with her grandmother and worked on the side. she got to know a lot of pogues and kooks. her grandmother was a kook. natalie was essentially a pogue disguised by a guest house. she never quite fit a description: kook? definitely not. pogue? not quite. tourist? sure.  personality ❀ bright: not just big brains, but exuding light!! she may be likely to hesitate at good relationships, but she is so hopeful for the world and strives to find joy everywhere ❀ quick-witted: in order to not let the weight of all the serious get to her, sometimes she needs to make things actively less serious. even if its subconscious. she a smart cookie ❀ childish: natalie isn’t childish in the sense of immaturity, but in a relentless fear of uncertainty. her mind balances the uncertainty to be either exhilarating or horrific. she struggles immensely with romantic relationships, and even platonic. she isn’t used to people staying around. she resists good things. all for good things happening to other people but her? sounds fake  ❀ passive: natalie is vocal and assertive and advocates for herself and certainty injustices- but she chooses these things carefully. sometimes, she can’t give things the time of day. maybe she ran out of energy for daily annoyances or is unfazed by mess. probably both.  headcannons ❀ finishing gen ed credits to hopefully transfer to a college that specializes in design for sustainability and minoring in business management ❀ wants to open some form of sustainable restaurant or cafe. support/sell local artists work. and save the world ok  ❀ you will find her painting on the beach, paddle-boarding, and sleeping under the stars ❀ queen of eye rolls and big sighs but also eye smiles and big hugs ❀ ignoring her pain and trauma!!!!!!!!!!!

present connections ❀ ex boyfriend: cole ❀ family friend: lana  ❀ roommates: cole, vincent, gemma, connor