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                        pretty pictures , on the screen . when i’m with you it’s like a dream .                                                 it’s not what we wanted , it’s just what we get .

           frances geller , (31) , hotel manager , intro . connections . statistics . 

                                                                                                                                    for thirtytm , penned by mj !!

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location : the square  muse : conrad bernecker  status : open !! @30extra​

it happened in a goddamn flash — seriously , the leash olive was tethered to ripped in a matter of seconds as she furiously tugged on it , ambushing the passerby on the side walk for attention . they’d been out on their morning run when the event occurred , and surprising it was the first time anything of this sort had happened since he’d adopted her last month . he jogged up to them , apologizing profusely with ragged breathing . “ i’m so sorry , she’s big but she’s just a puppy , and still gets a little excited , we’re working on it .” he quickly snatched up the excited puppy in his arms , resolved to have to carry her the last few blocks to their home . 

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FRANCES &&. ANT 

location  :  o'connell’s  . muse  :  ant  gotti  . @30extra·

“bobby  ,  please  be  careful  with  that  ,  if  you  drop  another  bottle  ,  i’m  gonna  hang  you  by  your  thumbs  from  the  back  door  .  ”  ant  wiped  his  hands  on  the  little  towel  he  kept  over  his  shoulder  while  he  was  working  ,  as  he  walked  from  the  back  room  to  the  main  bar  area  .  he  figured  if  he  was  going  to  be  a  bartender  ,  he  might  as  well  look  like  a  character  from  cheers  ,  helps  bring  out  the  ambience  .  greeting  some  regulars  ,  he  made  his  way  over  to  the  opposite  side  of  the  bar  ,  greeting  the  new  customer  .  "what  can  i  get  ya  ?  "

it was just one of those days that was , despite her best efforts , just like all those other days — completely backbreaking and a toll on her goddamn mental health . there were no boring days at the motel , that’s for sure . she was so tired and everything ached . plus , her mother was currently at home catching up on dancing with the stars with some of her girl friends , and she really didn’t have the energy to handle that tonight . frances sat slumped at the bar , resting her head on her hand while the other went through her emails with no interest . she flashed a tired smile at ant when he came over with a little nod . “ i’ll have a budlight and a shot of tequila with two limes , pretty please, and i think i’m gonna keep that tab open for awhile tonight . ”  

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CONRAD &&. CAMILE

location  :  the  lookout muse  :  camile  kincaid  @30extra·

old  camile  would’ve  never  just  been  at  a  bar  on  a  saturday  night  ,  slightly  slumped  over  ,  reading  some  book  like  one  of  those  girls  you  see  in  cheesy  romcoms  .  old  camile  didn’t  go  to  bars  unless  it  was  to  schmooze  opposing  counsel  .  yet  ,  here  she  was  ,  tucked  into  some  corner  ,  reading  pride  and  fuckin’  prejudice  ⏤  oh  my  god  ,  she  was  lizzie  if  lizzie  never  married  mister  darcy  .  whipping  her  head  up  from  the  weathered  copy  in  front  of  her  ,  cami  waved  over  the  bartender  .  "  one  shot  of  jack  and  then  a  big  glass  of  jack  &  coke  ,  and  keep  those  coming  until  i  pass  out  or  starting  floating  ,  whichever  comes  first  .  please  .“

conrad was riding that special high that can only come from watching a fantastic fucking movie in all its loud ear hurting movie theater glory , so instead of heading straight home he went out for drink instead . he’d just sat down when he heard the woman next to him order , and he chuckled as he took his suit jacket off and sat it over the back of the bar stool . “ could i get george dickles on the rocks ? tall ? and just a little taste test for the woman next to me ? thanks . “ then he turned toward the person sitting next to him , “ i don’t want to bother you too much , since you look pretty busy , but you should try it . it’s also a tennessee whiskey , but with a smoother taste . if you hate it , the next round is on me. ” 

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FRANCES &&. ALEXEI 

spotted.  mrs  brown’s  books  . with.  anyone  @30extra·  /  open  !

                        it  was  another  chill  ,  routine  day  .  some  might  say  it  was  a  dull  existence  ,  but  lexi  appreciated  it  more  than  the  average  joe  .  after  how  tumultuous  much  of  his  life  had  been  so  far  ,  he  was  taking  advantage  of  the  peace  that  now  surrounded  him  .  speaking  of  surrounding  him  ,  there  were  big  stacks  of  new  stock  all  around  him  ,  and  he  was  currently  focused  on  organizing  and  displaying  the  freshly  arrived  books  .  picking  up  a  box  full  of  antique  novels  ,  he  hummed  an  oldie  tune  as  he  carried  them  to  the  correct  shelf  .  before  he  got  there  though  ,  he  spotted  a  customer  ,  and  came  to  a  halt  next  to  them  .  ‘  hey  ,  you  need  any  help  ?  ’  he  inquired  ,  deep  voice  appropriately  quiet  for  a  bookstore  .  

“ yes ma , i promise . i’m on my way right now to look for it ... no , come on , don’t send me any money . if they have it i can get it , ok ... ok , love you , bye . ” she hangs up her phone and slides it back into her bag before pulling the strap up high onto her shoulder . frances wasn’t much of a reader , but her mother was , and today’s one of many side quest was to acquire something new for her . she enters the shop and heads to where she thinks it should be , lazily browsing through until a voice surprises her . “ oh , ummm ,  ” the first thought in her head is actually oh no , as she almost dreaded the request she was about to make . “ i’m a little embarrassed , but my mom really loves these silly little romance novels , and she sorta has been collecting this one authors books and uh ... do you have anything by jude devearux , by chance ? ”  

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jon hamm  .  cis male  .  he/him .   /   that’s  conrad bernecker  walking  in  to  lakeview movie theater  -  you  know  ,  the  forty-seven year  old  psychiatrist  known  for  having attacked the camera-man at this wedding after his fiancé ran away  ?  having  lived  here  for  fifteen years  ,  their  neighbors  know  them  to  be  allocentric  &  adroit  ,  but  their  appetent  &  cosmopolitan  tendencies  shine  through  when  there  are  no  buses  in  to  the  city  . @30extra​

BASICS ; 

NAME.　conrad taylor bernecker 

ALSO KNOWN AS. con, conny 

ORIENTATION.　heteromantic / heterosexual

OCCUPATION.　psychiatrist

BIRTHPLACE.　new haven, connecticut 

CURRENT LOCATION.　lakeview, louisiana

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   single

APPEARANCE ;

FACECLAIM.　jon hamm

EYES.　blue

HAIR.　dark brown / grey 

DOMINANT HAND.　left

HEIGHT.　six foot one

BUILD.　tall and broad, athletic but not toned

TATTOOS.　  a geranium flower on the right side of his rib in honor of his mother 

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS.　none 

AESTHETICS ; 

coffee rim stains on open book pages , plaid pajama pants , expensive colognes , plants in every room of the house , homemade pasta , political dramas , makeshift palettes on the floor made of all the blankets and pillows in the house , evenings spent in the dog park , ice cream bars 

before settling down as a psychiatrist in the sleepy little town of lakeview, conrad was devoted to research in his field. he has traveled to numerous countries to be a guest lecturer, give speeches, and attend conferences. its really something that the people who know him best know all about because he will never stop talking about it. or his plans to retire one day and travel the world by boat. 

anybody close to conrad is going to obviously know about the wedding fiasco that happened just a few months back. without a shadow of doubt it was the worst, most embarrassing moment of his entire life. it was also the first time he was in a situation where he lost complete control; he blew up in the chaos that ensued. the first crack in his calm and relaxed demeanor. 

he stands now as a testament to self love. he wears sweatpants to the grocery store now if he wants to. at least one day a week he makes sure he has no plans at all so he can take himself to the movies or to a nice dinner. he’s resolved to hit the world with a more “come what may” attitude and give up on trying to control every little facet of his life. he’s even started to let his grey hairs grow out instead of dying them like he us to.

conrad lives alone now with his dog, olive, whom he adopted just a month ago. she’s an excitable little german shepard puppy and pretty much his entire world as of late. while he’d never let it actually affect his work, a part of him can feel time slowing to a miserable halt when he’s with his last patient of the day and he’s so close to seeing her again. he takes a run with her in the morning and in the evening he takes her to the park.  

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU dir. Gil Junger

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❪ ⋅✶ ˖ ࣪ ‹  frances geller   — ❝ musings ❞ ❫  

❪ ⋅✶ ˖ ࣪ ‹  frances geller   — ❝ reflection ❞ ❫  

❪ ⋅✶ ˖ ࣪ ‹  frances geller   — ❝ communication ❞ ❫  

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❪ ⋅✶ ˖ ࣪ ‹  frances geller   — ❝ memes ❞ ❫  

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NEW GIRL REWATCH ♢ 1.19

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*  victoria pedretti

  .  cis  woman  .  she  /  her  .   /   that’s  frances geller walking  in  to o’connell’s -  you  know  ,  the  thirty one year old  hotel manager for lakeview end motel  known for  having flown to new york for a year to be a surrogate mother  ?  having  lived  here  for  basically her whole life  ,  their  neighbors  know  them  to  be venturesome  &  faithful  ,  but  their  uncouth &  venal tendencies  shine  through  when  there  are  no  buses  in  to  the  city  . @30extra​

BASICS ;

NAME.　frances jane geller

ALSO KNOWN AS. frankie, franny ( family and close friend nickname , not used anymore. ) 

ORIENTATION.　heteromantic / heterosexual

OCCUPATION.　hotel manager at lakeview end motel  

BIRTHPLACE.　lakeview, louisiana

CURRENT LOCATION.　lakeview, louisiana

RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   single 

APPEARANCE ;

FACECLAIM.　victoria pedretti

EYES.　a very dark blue 

HAIR.　naturally a darker brown , bleached lighter with blondish highlights 

DOMINANT HAND.　right

HEIGHT.　five foot three

BUILD.　well toned 

TATTOOS.　  two dolphins on her left hip ,  wild flowers on the inside of her right arm above the elbow , sun and crescent moon on her right shoulder 

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS.　a white and pink jagged scar across the top of her right from falling into the lake when she was little and getting her foot stuck under a sharp rock

AESTHETICS ;

satin pillowcases ,worn out converse next to a pair of heels , four dollar bottles of wine , moody floral wallpaper , unfinished diy home renovations , overflowing ashtrays on the patio , vinyl records , coffee table art books ,pumpkin spice candles year round 

BACKGROUND ;

tw: mentions of suicide, drug addiction  

frances has led what most would describe as just a normal life. her family was strictly middle class, affording her everything she needed but nothing gratuitous. they lived in a nice suburban home with a white picket fence and a dog. her father and mother were high school sweethearts who married after her fathers first deployment in the army, right out of school. neither of them attended college. they were very conservative with their money -- most of her clothes were from goodwill or salvation army, and all of their furniture was usually found at christian thrift stores. she never minded the mismatched or a tad outdated decor of her family home. it was eclectic and comforting. 

she performed very well in school, honors classes, band, all that noise. but when it came to all of her friends talking about college, frances realized she had never made a plan. she didn’t necessarily not want to go to college, but she hadn’t considered what she wanted to do. it seemed like everyone set ideas on who they wanted to be or, at the very least, knew they were ready to leave home. she wasn’t. frances didn’t immediately go to college. she took up work and stayed home with her parents hoping that if she were to just jump into something, maybe her future would reveal itself. after about a years journey she went to school for business, which was more of a play it safe type decision. 

her father committed suicide when she was twenty two years old. for her all of her life she had thought everything was fine; she had never seen him cry. he had always been quiet and short with his words... she looked for all the signs following his death and couldn’t find them. she remembered waking up late at night to her parents having whispered, tense conversations in the kitchen but she’d never made herself privy to what was being talked about. at his funeral a friend of his appeared, causing a huge fiasco. frances had never seen him before. he of course had not been invited. there are very few things she remembers as vividly as the moment her mother turned around to see him in the church, her usually very polished and mannered mother lit up like a match, yelling and screaming for him to get out before collapsing into a sob. it seemed to play like slow motion. frances had learned later, from a friend of her mothers, that the man had been a close friend of her fathers; a drug dealer. her father had suffered from drug addiction all his life, which had caused most of their financial strife and warred with his mental health. 

following his death, and the revelations of who her father had been in secret, frances was heartbroken. her mother and her had to move into a much smaller home and the two struggled against mounting debt. 

when she turned twenty-six, she found herself in what would have to be the youngest mid life crisis possible. she had worked herself so hard, alongside her mother who still had to work everyday, and it felt helpless. then she heard word from a friend about someone they vaguely knew in college becoming a surrogate mother, and the reward for doing so wasn’t cheap at all --  they had made a whopping $35k. following the scent of money, frances set out to do the same. it was no easy process, however, and by the end she felt herself empathically intertwined with a couple in new york who had tried everything so far to have a baby. they were such a model of love and grace. the money wasn’t even important. helping them felt like a true purpose, something she had been searching for for over a decade now. she moved to new york to live with them during the duration of her pregnancy and treated herself to a world far removed from lakeview and the stress of not knowing. it was a very positive and life changing experience. when she came back to lakeview she and her mother moved into a bigger and more comfortable house.

it wasn’t very long after her return from new york that the mysterious man that had appeared at her fathers funeral approached her at the front desk of the motel. her father had owed him money, and he had the perfect plan for getting it back. if she helped him and his friends run drugs through the motel, he would skip all the cliches of cutting fingers and making dramatic threats. eventually, she’d get her own cut too. she had all these dreams of fixing up the motel and turning it into something quaint and memorable, but she needed money to do so. it was always about money. so she agreed. with her straight edge appearance and charismatic nature, no one would ever be the wiser.