feigning pristine.

[pcppy]

richieoshea​:

It’s only fair that the employees who are pretty much aware of what his family does are those that stay in North Coast. Everyone else needs to be moved to Edgewater. It would be smart since the whole reason for transition is that their secrets would be kept hidden so obviously, they don’t need as much staff in North Coast.

They certainly don’t need a receptionist, but his plan for transition, his rules. Everyone else can suck it. 

Richie invites Poppy to his office to discuss her future employment. Truthfully, his offer at a job was to make up for his mistake, but after being on the receiving end of her kindness – or at least that’s what he hopes those random texts are for – he’s grown to relax somewhat despite the awkwardness between them. Who says exes can’t be friends? 

Still, because of that, she’s lumped in with everyone else he has to keep safe and so there’s really no excuse for her to stay in North Coast other than Richie’s need to make sure that no one will get hurt again. Of course there’s also the added bonus that it has been known that she was once the most important person in his life at some point, and so he’s not sure if the target on her has blurred after their end. 

“You’re not going to Edgewater,” he cuts right to the chase. Poppy knows how he is; there’s no need to dance around the topic. “I need you here for….reasons.” Smooth, O’Shea. “If you could live here, that’ll make it even easier.”

closed @pcppy​

as much as poppy appreciates the job she has in the hotel, there’s a small part of her that resents the power richie has over her. it’s challenging to want to flip off the guy who dumped you when you have to see him at your 9-5 the next day.    her ex-boyfriend being her boss made for a terribly written soap opera (one she signed up for),  but at least she felt comfortable in his presence. more comfortable than she had realized,  because when talks of transfers had come up in conversations with other employees,  poppy found herself slightly on edge. 

she hadn’t been aware of the way her leg was bouncing anxiously as she sat in his office until he spoke up, her fingers nervously fiddling with a loose string on the hem of her dress.  as blue eyes fixate on to richie,  an attempt to read him,         she had a strong fear that his next utterance would be telling her to pack up as there would be no use for her in north coast either. poppy laughs out a sigh when the opposite is spoken.   “ oh my gosh,  thank goodness. ” 

there was no time to gush over his words, his admission to needing her there would have made her blush had she not realized his latter suggestion. “ you want me to live here? ”   her face twisting in both thought and confusion.    to be honest,  there was no one else in chicago poppy trusted to make her feel safe.  she surpassed the need for her father to do so.  and as she feels she has practically watched richie mature right in front of her,  she finds herself hoping it won’t be long until she does the same:  maybe this is a start.    “ why? are you sure?  i’m not saying no but i want to make sure this a decision you’re truly set on. i’m fine at home, and i’ve been apartment touring anyway.  i don’t want you to feel that i’m like desperate for a place to stay. ”

[pcppy]

rosesjustdie​:

Location: Chitown Park

Open to: Anyone

A couple of weeks since she had been home by herself and Zoe really was starting to feel like she was getting into a routine. Granted she didn’t leave the immediate vicinity of her apartment building for the first week but she was trying her best to branch out. Walking Chewie in the park was the plan for the day and her grip on the leash had been tight as she walked, the brunette jumping a little bit when someone was suddenly in front of her, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to jump you just… spooked me a bit. Sorry.”

it seemed even with her ability to place herself into someone else’s shoes;  poppy has always had troubled with attempting to find the middle ground between empathizing with someone and pitying them.    the latter seems to be a likely emotion after you saw said person strung up like puppet. a horrifying sight for her but she could only imagine it felt even worse for the washington. while she attempted a cautious approach,  she wasn’t surprised that zoe had been frightened.   “ i’m sorry. i’ll start wearing a bell. ”     a joke,   and yet the rest displayed on her form:   a sunken look,    lips begging to pull into a pout , eyebrows drawing downward towards the bridge of her nose.       pity.       “ you look so great, zoe ! how have you been? ”

[pcppy]

revelaare​:

location: pete’s place starter: open

natasha flexes out her digits, before digging her hand into the jacket pocket in search of a single cigarette, however a curved line forms across the girls lips upon the realisation her red plastic lighter was no where to be found. “shit  — you got a light?” she questions the random figure passing by her inert lean against the entrance between the bar and the repair shop. there’s evidence of tarmac scuffing up her left arm, cheek, and just bellow her brow. not worse for wear in comparison to the bike being inspected in the next room, it’s once sleek dark frame almost in a mangled state. 

the inquiry was one that caught her by surprise and whilst her lips had immediately formed their way into a polite smile  -   the one you do when you accidentally make eye contact with a stranger  -    she glanced behind her quickly to ensure poppy was the one the woman was addressing.   “ um, actually! ”   her over the shoulder purse is one she’s had for years,  a victim of wear and tear although one she can’t seem to let go.   she pulls the accessory closer to herself,   her fingers lost between the mess of change and old receipts before finding themselves latching on to a yellow bic pocket lighter.  “ ta - da! ”  she presents the item as if it’s treasure,  her hand extending it towards the woman.   “ it’s my old shamash lighter, you can keep it if you want. i don’t smoke so it’ll just be collecting dust in my purse, i’m basically a hoarder. ”

[pcppy]

adashofnadia​:

location: anywhere, tbh  open: to all @crimsonstarters​

“Aw, come on! It’s funny! Did I scare you?! Ha, I so did! I used to do this all the time when I was a kid and I used to scare the shit out of my siblings and my mother! You should’ve heard my mother scream at me! Devushka d'yavol, devushka monstr! It’s just ketchup, relax. I scared you, didn’t I? Ha!” Nadia, a literal child, teased and taunted as she giggled. Scaring people was always her favorite thing to do – in any form as she snickered. 

TW DEATH MENTION                             /    poppy places a hand over her chest when the woman reveals that she was only joking, she was relieved.      well,  frustrated because the scene of blood gushing from some stranger’s eyes what a pretty twisted prank  but her relief was able to outweigh her frustration in this moment,  allowing small bouts of uneasy laughter to fall from her lips.   “ it’s okay!  ”   she can’t remember if she heard an apology,   either way she decided to offer that sentiment in the event that the other was worried.   “ why would you do that? that scared me, i thought you were dying or something. ”

[pcppy]

littleoshea​:

“well i mean…if you’re not going to go out with any new o’sheas? you could always go back to the first one you dated?” ophelia taunted, her brow raised as she looked back at her friend. whilst she was more than happy to let her brother go, well full mason, for lack of a better term, she didn’t mean she couldn’t at least try to make sure he had at least a little happiness to richie’s life. even mason had been happy with a wife, she didn’t see why richard couldn’t have the same, well wife, husband, whatever the hell he wanted. just someone to go to when he couldn’t go to anyone else. poppy seemed like a good choice for that. “oh well that does sound exciting.” phe taunted with a laugh, though she didn’t really mean any harm by it. “you do realize, that if you wanted to work your way up, all you would have to do is ask my brother and he would give you whatever he wanted, what better way to get to the top than sleeping with the boss though right?” with a small wriggle of her brows ophelia let a chuckle appear at that one. she was far to entertained by this. “then when you’ve got all the power, get rid of him….easy peasy, hell if we want to go that far i’ll help you get rid of the body.” keeping herself stretched out ophelia let herself settle closer to the floor, stomach laid flat from as she stretched out her arms in front of her. “i on the other hand…got engaged.” 

she had been caught off guard by ophelia’s suggestion ,  made obvious by an audible scoff  , her lips twisting into a smile as she shook her head .    “ right,  that kind of contradicts the point of being broken up with, don’t you think ? ”     in layman’s terms:   if it were that easy,  poppy is sure she would have considered the idea already .         “  i don’t know ,  i think richie and i are better as friends. besides, think i’m going to be single for a while.  you know,   focus on my career ? ”   or lack thereof  .   that excuse usually works well with her mother and bubbie,  she’s hoping it’s enough for her friend too . she’s laying on her back now,  pulling knees close to her chest in a mock attempt of what little she remembers from high school gym class.    at this point poppy isn’t sure why she’s still finds herself shocked at each insinuation made by the youngest o’shea, merely thankful she’s able to laugh about the hints now.    “ actually, you know what?   when i thought about richie being my boss i never considered that.   now i have something to look forward to when he invites me to his office. ”  half an honest realization, with a mimic of the wriggling brows phe was pulling, the other half was meant to be a joke.  had it been a few weeks beforehand,  her reaction would have likely been different.   however, poppy was quick to sit up at the revelation ,  her blue eyes widening in excitement .    “ what the eff, you’re engaged ? ”    she’ll conceal the jealousy aspect of it all the same way she did when she found out audrey was pregnant,  able to admit that was only a tiny part of her . the rest of her was covered with exhilaration as she emits a squeal.     “ophelia!   let me see the ring,  this is so exciting! ”    the purpose of this meet-up was easy to forget as poppy crawled closer to her friend, wrapping her arms around her despite the position she was in.  “ you’re going to look so cute in your little white dress, oh my gosh.”

[pcppy]

littleoshea​:

at the sight of poppy ophelia couldn’t help but give a small laugh, as cute as ever and looking stylish. that wasn’t something she would ever lose points for with the o’shea. ophelia like to look good at all times whether she was about commit murder, train till she wanted to puke or she was out with the girls. there was never any need to look less than your absolute best as confirmed by her own matching black set that she was paired in today, though this was slightly more modest compared to some of the set she owned, but those were just designed to to and break davut a little. “down girl, as stunning as you are, even if i did like girls my brother has already been there and whilst i would happily share a lot of things with richie, vaginas are not one of them.” she mocked softly as she moved so that she was sat comfortably with her legs in a split as she looked back at the other. “well i can promise not to make you cry, but i can’t promise you’re not going to be sore tomorrow, we wouldn’t have made any progress if you weren’t.” the idea of getting to spend some good quality time with someone her own age with things she liked to talk about though? it was thrilling. she really missed audrey who was often on mama duties, and poppy had always been great at hanging out with “now stretch your pretty ass out, and tell me how you’ve been girl.” 

there was notable strength in the o’shea women that poppy had always adored. breaking all stereotypes of what a lady should be  -  her dad would truly freak out -   she was without a doubt envious of them in that manner.   she found them both admirable and frightening.       “ don’t flatter yourself, i promised myself that the only o’shea i’ll ever date again is o’shea jackson. ”        perhaps it came off as a jest ,   the way she breathed out a laugh surely suggested it was ,  but freshly broken-up poppy at the time had certainly meant it.   she has one leg stretched before her ,  leaning forward to touch her toes as best as she can.    “ i’ve been really good!  just keeping myself busy mostly.   did you know i work at the hotel now?  receptionist.  ”   a surprise even to herself.     “ richie offered me a job and i’ve always had a passion for telephones and booking questionable people into rooms so i was like ,    perfect !  ”      now the next leg as she attempts to keep a neutral and playful stance on her ex considering present company .  it was easy to do since her feelings were naturally finicky in the first place;   today just happened to be an     i don’t hate richie   day.       “ i have an eight year plan on working my way up to becoming hotel manager so that i can exile him from the building.  thoughts ? ”

[lilpieceofmyworld]

[pcppy]

gccdmourning​:

@crimsonstarters

The Star of David pendant slid against Blythe’s chest in his shirt, the metal uncomfortably cold against his skin. It had touched the branding on his chest specifically, only confirming the belief that it seemed to burn nearly a year later. Was it a year? It probably nearly two now. Blythe stopped counting because he was certain it would never truly heal, especially not after what he’d done to get it. No amount of weekly attendance at the synagogue would make up for it, even if it had all been done to get his brother. 

He tried to stay for the whole service but he could feel the eyes of his parents digging into the back of his head the entire time. He could have sworn he heard them hiss his name, something stronger than a plea that he sat with them. With a half hearted Amen, he finished the prayer and grabbed his textbooks off his chair. Blythe left without a single glance at them. The moment he was out of the building, he tossed his skateboard on the ground with an angered clatter. The things they had done had no comparison to his own, but he still found himself hoping that their time in Gehinnom would be just as long as his. 

He pushed off his left foot to move the board faster across the pavement and made a sharp turn. He could go to the library to busy himself until the end of service and steer clear of his parents. Or he could go to the office, sneak his way in. But, both of those ideas would have to be scrapped since he had smacked himself right into a bystander as he turned the corner. He managed to soften the collision by grabbing on to the lamp post, but it hadn’t done much for him and his skateboard went flying from under his feet.

a steaming coffee in hand ,   digits burning each second she’s holding it until she switches the drink to her opposing hand .    it’s a process poppy had been repeating since she grabbed her order from java addicts .  a grueling task as she tried to balance both that and entertaining herself with her phone when waiting to cross the street .       her lips pressed together firmly to blow cool air into open space on her drink lid,  it would be just her luck that she gets slammed into right when she was feeling safe enough to take a sip.    

the drips of brown coffee missed her clothing ,    the majority of the spill was left on her lips and chin .     having the sudden collision be with someone she knew made poppy feel a lot more comfortable to furrow her brows in frustration when she made eye contact with him .     she quickly uses the back of her hand to wipe off any excess liquid from her face but not without shooting her friend daggers while doing so .   and  if he listened closely  ,  he’d certainly hear a soft groan emitting from her throat as fingers brushed over the fabric of her clothing , in case of any creases .   

but of course,    her attitude is followed by manners .   poppy extends her free hand  ,  the one with coffee drying on it ,  to help him up.  reluctantly.     “ i think we can both agree that this is HaShem’s way of punishing you for playing hooky .  ”     while she knew that blythe rarely stayed for the entirety of the service   - something she tried her hardest not to judge him for -    it was still fun to tease .    a wiggling of her eyebrows ,  as if she wasn’t caught doing something similar .      “ i think it’s kind of obvious that i was placed here   as his favorite   so that i could lecture you about playing hooky . ”  

[pcppy]

littleoshea​:

Closed starter for Poppy | @pcppy​ Location | North Coast Hotel Training Rooms. 

Ophelia was excited for this. Probably more than she should be actually, but the idea of training with Poppy, of being the one to pass some sort of skill and knowledge onto? She loved it. Not only that but she may have decided, that it wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world if she could get Poppy back on her brothers radar? He could use someone to keep him company, to fall into bed with, someone that would take care of him and Ophelia had no doubt in her mind that Poppy could be that very person for him. So she had a plan…trian Poppy, make her into a soft mini bad ass, and then one day she was going to just, stop arriving to training, and get her brother to show up. She was going to have Poppy around the hotel more…show Richie was he was missing. Right now though she was just excited to hang out with an old friend. Hearing the swing of the door behind her Ophelia smiled from where she was laid out on the floor stretching. “You made it!” She beamed nodding to the spot next to her. “Drop your bag and get down hun, I want to see how flexible you are before we get goin.” 

poppy’s damsel in distress attitude had been a quality she unintentionally inherited from her mother.  she resented the idea,  yet always found herself in the same position whenever a tragedy would happen .  crying  or  shaking behind a piece of furniture until someone basically saves her.  she was aware that, no matter how much training she’d do,  she didn’t hold a candle to the majority of people in chicago  but learning to defend herself somewhat couldn’t hurt.     her attire is nothing more than a high school PE  uniform   but she wears twin braids in her hair neatly ,  mascara decorating her lashes and lip gloss slid across lips .           all of that ,  plus the pep in her step  ,  was evidence that she wasn’t as prepared for the training as she probably should have been.        glass half full !      she allows the duffel bag once strapped around her shoulder to fall to the ground as she approaches ophelia,  a hand used to wave frantically as giggles exude from her mouth.  bubbly.    “  flexible ?    ooh, kinky!  ”     a faux gasp when she plants herself beside ophelia .   her legs stretching out before her ,  fingers reaching for her toes.     “  gosh, you’re going to be so disappointed.  i don’t think i’ve done any consistent healthy activity thing since high school. ”   shown by the groan that slipped out during her stretches.     “ i am wholeheartedly at your service.  just,  you know,  please go a little easy on me. ”

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Odeya Rush in Lady Bird (2017)

[isabellaofparma]

[weirwolves]

the society season one 》 helena wu

I’m not willing to give up just yet.

[jadeamelia]

Is that what you say to yourself? That you’re so sorry for yourself that you can’t just fault your own behavior?

[pcppy]

littleoshea​:

as soon as she spied the other girl, ophelia felt a smile tugging at her lips, despite herself. ah poppy. she had been good for richie, even if he hadn’t necessarily returned the favor. not that it mattered to her, ophelia had always been, and would always been team richies happiness, it really didn’t matter to her where that came from. it was why she had stood by him through his choice with blue. it was why she was finding a way to support him now, even as he went through the change to be the leader that their family so clearly needed. still, poppy had been good for him and she couldn’t help but wonder how her brother had been if he had chosen her instead. “maybe poppy, maybe not, but at least you’re dressed in a sense that means you might have a chance.” she responded to the other as she looked back at her before a perfectly sculpted brow rose at the question. “ and what would this favor be exactly?” she hummed, her voice as coy as her smile. “because i can tell you if it involves my brother, not a chance.” 

           there it was.      a reminder that the only thing that linked the two of them was poppy’s ex boyfriend.   a polite smile while a chuckle breathes through her nose, shaking her head.     “ do you seriously think i’d try to recruit you in a scheme to get back at richie? ”   frankly poppy would have been a lot more comfortable going this entire conversation without him even being brought up. a can of worms she preferred sealed shut.    “ but if you happen to have any embarrassing, bed-wetting stories about him, ”   her voice trails off after the jest, a wave of her hand to indicate that, while tempting, that wasn’t the favor she wanted to ask.   “ actually, i’ve been thinking about needing to learn how to defend myself better lately.  like, every time something terrible happens i’m hiding under a table crying. ”     and it’s proven to be more frightening without having an o’shea boyfriend there to rescue her each time.     “ are you catching my drift?   there’s only so many combat moves on just dance 4. ”

[pcppy]

littleoshea​:

@crimsonstarters​

The O’Shea’s eyes hadn’t stopped moving since she had climbed on board. Looking for any sign of danger, for signs of the missing people. for anyone that looked like they could be the master of this game…and yet all she had found was people in idiotic outfits. It was the women really, long floating dresses with trains and tool, heavy sequins…these bitches were really dressed like they weren’t going to have to swim their way out of this huh? Ophelia herself had on a dress that would cause her no concern when it came time to bail, all those swim lessons Mason had forced her too suddenly filling her with such joy. Reaching for a fresh glass of champagne Ophelia wasted no time knocking back half the glass. “So how much do you think we have to drink, to still be able to swim for it…but not freeze our asses off because we’re nicely buzzed?” 

          in the sea of unknown countenances, a lot more people boarding the ship than she had originally expected,   it was nice to spot a familiar   sort-of-kind-but-equally-intimidating face.   ah, if only ophelia had seen the garment poppy had considered wearing before settling on the black jumpsuit.   a long floating dress with heavy sequins.  however,   she much preferred to wear an outfit that, in the event of blood stains, it wouldn’t freak her mother out so much to wash it out.  not this time at least.   while their predictions on how the night may end were similar,  poppy was unaware of what the o’shea was suggesting when she approached her.     “ what ?   we’re swimming ? ”    a sigh,    parted lips.  icy blues search among the crowd, hoping someone else missed that detail. although disappointed,   it’s a bridge she’ll cross when she comes to it.    for now,   a clear of her throat.   “ i have a really, really big favor to ask you. ”

[pcppy]

     EVENT LOOK :     Night at Sea

                                ★   ✧    -     ❛       poppy levenberg  !

[pcppy]

Penelope Levenberg,

You’re cordially invited to a luxurious night of drink and dance on the Queen’s Waters cruiseliner, docking at Navy Pier this June 29. This is a black tie event, and while weapons are unnecessary, you may carry on board should you suspect any foul play. Keep this invitation & your ticket classified for the sake of unwanted stowaways; tonight is to celebrate. Dinner begins at 8 p.m., and don’t be late.

—Queen’s Waters staff