electric lady.

— ✧ electric lady you're a star you got a CLASSIC kind of crazy but you know just who you are.

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imessage → julianna.

julianna: and fries

julianna: so i guess we don't need celery anymore

julianna: poor celery

reia: ugh i feel so much better now

reia: thank you

reia: can we start with loaded?

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imessage → julianna.

julianna: a concept

julianna: a scenario i can handle

julianna: are we just avoiding starch or something

reia: yes

reia: but maybe we can keep cake? and pasta?

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imessage → julianna.

julianna: i googled it and it's 2% more to be exact

julianna: so what are we supposed to fry if celery will taste... not great

reia: but we can season it

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imessage → julianna.

julianna: plural asaparagi

julianna: is that the taste or the one we have to fry?

reia: that's the taste

reia: or how i imagine it'll be

reia: just more water?

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imessage → julianna.

julianna: somehow soggy and not at the same time

julianna: but soggy isn't a taste so it depends

reia: oh my gosh jules

reia: it's asparagus

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imessage → julianna.

julianna: is that the something we're doing

julianna: replacing fries with celery?

julianna: can we fry the celery?

reia: how do you think that would taste?

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imessage → julianna.

reia: do you want to do something with me?

reia: replace french fries with celery always

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im ready but i dont have any replies 2 do 

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svmmers:

“listen, i get off in five.” she explains to the other with a sigh, her hand grasping at a pen and her pad as she tries to make it seem like she’s explaining something to a customer so her boss won’t fire her. “let’s do something. i need it. oh – and whatever you get is on me if you agree.”

“oh gosh,” she groaned, running a hand through her hair— just to add flare to her already dramatic performance, she was shooting for an oscar. “that’s so much pressure. especially since you need it. i guess i’ll spend these give minutes making a list of things. and i’ll accept a free water, to help the hydrate my brain so the ideas just flow.” 

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ofwinifred:

Win promptly understood Reia’s significant words -, the female agreed to experience this process in order to standardize her complicated personality and, mostly, her unquestionable negative traits; she had dreams to accomplish, special places to be in and perhaps, a family to be a part of, however, those unforgivable characteristics of hers were extremely counter - productive. Winifred mindfully listened to the opposite scenarios Reia smartly fired at her, entering the same room the soul manipulator was in, “I guess if you had told me one of that particular reasons as to why you forgot your keys, I’d would respond to you differently.”, she doubtfully noted, hands apart to define her speech.

reia was fairly professional, she could argue. timely, capable of remaining on topic, always prepared with a course of action, reliable and ethical. the list could probably go on, landing on a trait that was at the opposite end of the spectrum compared to the eye-roll she was giving now. “amazing,” she deadpanned. “differently doesn’t necessarily mean better. you telling me to fuck off is different than ‘you’ve gotta be kidding me.’ right? not better though,” she explained, walking pass the other girl to make herself comfortable on the couch. “i’m late, in frenzy, teary-eyed. give me an example of a different and better response.”  

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mclolas:

it seemed as if reia’s devotion knew no bounds—either that, or she was overly excited to see lola fail. whatever the case was, lola was grateful that reia was allowing her to do this, considering that everyone else in this town acted as if lola was going to send them to hell and back. she owed her one. hands outstretched, lola took the picture from reia and rested it beside her, focusing on the task at hand. “paper should be alright,” she mumbled, uncertainty laced in every syllable. lola’s lip twitched at the mention of iron, brows furrowed in confusion. “uh, sure? i’ve got all day, but i have no idea how to do that, what the fuck.” curls cascaded over her shoulders, head tilted, curiosity piqued. “where the fuck did you learn to do that shit? are you some sort of scientist? i mean, you can show me the ropes, but i’ll probably screw it up.”

“i think we’d have to do something with acid, which,” she made sure to continue her sentence quickly, allowing very little time for input from the other. honestly, even when she knew what lola was up to, her word of choice for describing the redhead would always be unpredictable. “i’m not as open to playing with.” she’d already been promised that her well-being would remain in tact— and if there was anyone who would actively make sure to upkeep that promise, it was herself. “unless you want to do it, then you can step outside? or we can use an unrusted pin and hope for the best. the rotten egg should balance everything out, right?”

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julianncs:

julianna laughed, “for once, right? because you’re just so all around attractive, you’re just always having to shoo them away?” seeing reia walk around the countertop, she figured she was grabbing utensils for the both of them and lifted herself onto a tall stool by the cake. “maybe you’ve sent more positive karmatic energy into the universe than you know and it’s just now getting back to you,” she mused, taking the cover off the cake and practically salivating as she registered the scent. “wait, isn’t this a good thing you’ve done? like, you coming over in and of itself would’ve made my day, but with this as well? an absolutely amazing thing.” she laughed again, nodding this time and digging into the cake as instructed. once she finished swallowing, praise spilled through her lips. “this is sooo good. they’re going to seethe when they find out they can’t have any.” she was kidding about not sharing, of course. “not at all. i’d rather hang out with you, anyway! aren’t you eating, too?” she asked, hopping off the stool and going to look for another fork in consideration of reia’s wariness of ‘germs.’

“it’s a real concern of mine, that i won’t get a chance to breathe,” reia exaggerated, embellishing jules’ joke with a laugh of her own and a flip of her hair. she wasn’t that daft, to dismiss a free compliment. especially when it was coming from julianna, who she was sure she shared the same opinions of with half of seattle. all around attractive, in julianna’s own words, and an all around good person. “maybe you’re right,” she nodded, a finger pointing in jules’ direction. “i haven’t screamed at anyone. or screamed about anyone. people have been treating me well, i think. hopefully treating us both well, because if not then they owe you a cake. see if they can top that one,” she smiled, nearly glowing from the unsolicited praise. “you’re too nice,” she spoke, voice teasing, as she accepted the fork from her friend. “eating until my stomach hurts, probably.”

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ofwinifred:

Winifred has made countless mistakes in the last few years of her journey: stealing for no apparent reason, unmercifully ending lives of innocent people and running away from her stupendous parents -, all together making her deserving of a black soul. Therefore, she sought help in Reia’s mysterious job, the brunette wished to enter different and restricted places, most importantly, live a new and better version of herself. She walked silently to the combined destination, weighing her actual decision, hurried footsteps illustrative of the anxiety Win currently felt; the female waited for Reia for ten minutes while looking meticulously at her chipped red nails. When she finally saw the beautiful female in the distance, Winie felt relieved, fastly quiting her last action, “You better be kidding me…”, Winfred rolled her eyes as she responded Reia’s question -, that was now closer to her figure -, secretly hoping that the other girl was joking. Fred immediately heard her laugh, confirming the invalidity of the previous comment; she then entered Reia’s place by her invitation and prayed that this would be a fine experience. – @rcia

“not the best, but also, not the worst,” reia conceded after a short moment of contemplation. “could be more polite, you know? consider how i could’ve felt.” her voice grew louder as she disappeared into her room to put her things down. “like, i could’ve been embarrassed, frustrated...” she trailed off, until she was once again in the same room with winifred. “or maybe i could’ve forgotten the keys because i got bad news and my brain was all scattered.” they were all hypothetical situations, rattled off with the hope to spark something in winifred that was a bit more... gold-like. “considering all of that, how else could you have reacted?”  

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rowanok:

with one glance to his right, rowan realized that he’d sat himself down next to reia. the smile that graced his lips was nothing short of provocative and self-satisfied. his night of stress drinking in a bar frequented by his congressional co-workers had just taken an interesting turn. “nice to see you, too, reia. feel free to bother me, i’m overdue for drinks and distractions.” her comment about his drink made him laugh, “you’ve just described almost all of my coworkers. maybe they’re rubbing off on me.” he looked at her, his expression drawn up in mock horror. “i’m turning into a 50 year old man. this is the worst day of my life.” rowan couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt at humor, taking a drink of his old fashioned. “old person drink or not, it’s damn good. want a taste?” he slid the chilled glass a few inces down the bar, offering it to reia.

“not to boast, but i’ve always been the best at bothering and distracting.” and it was true. whether in class with friends or home with family, reia always found some way to fill the empty space. maybe with a short anecdote, a cartwheel ( or two ), or poor a joke. tonight, she was going with the latter. “are they aging you that quickly? i guess your only option is to quit now,” she spoke solemnly, though the grin on her face was very contradicting of her serious tone. “do something like work at a minimum wage after school program; let the pre-teens rub off on you instead,” she shrugged before sliding the glass back towards rowan. “too bitter for me, i think. and like, germs.” she stifled a laugh at her faux concern, turning to the bartender. “appletini, please. because an apple a day...”

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mclolas:

reia’s tone was accepting, so lola figured it was now or never. she flashed a smile over her shoulder as her face contoured into trained concentration, eyes narrowed, her bottom lip ensnared by her teeth. “great.” she folded her arms beneath her chest, heart beating profusely as if she was a kid in a candy store. she’d remembered this spell by heart—it was one lola had been dying to try. “i’m gonna need a picture of you, a rusted pin…a rusted nail could also work,” lola prattled on, tapping her foot against the floor, racking her brain for the last two objects. “oh, right. some type of ash, you know, from a fire place. and…a rotten egg.” her eyes glimmered with fascination, lacing her fingers together as she arched a brow. “if you don’t have one laying around, i have one in my bag?”

understandably so, reia’s reaction was a bit delayed. it was a unique combination of items, never before requested of her in her twenty-one years. “oh— okay. a picture of myself, i can do,” she confirmed, communicating with just a hand that she wanted lola to remain where she as reia ran off to grab a photo. she wasn’t exactly worried about lola doing anything outrageous while she was out of the room, but with the recent mention of a rotten egg in her bag, really, reia’s skepticism was warranted. and because of that, she made grabbing for a picture as quick of a task as she could, before returning. “we can get ash from burning a sheet of paper? and um? do you think we have time to oxidize some iron?”

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reia would be lying if she said asking her clients to wait outside of her apartment wasn’t a power move. it was exactly that, and nothing else. there was no rush between her shift at the hair salon and a session, but she had to assert her dominance somehow. she had to continuously hint at how serious she was about this, and she always ceased the opportunity to do so— whether it be prominent or miniscule. reia’s dominance over the other was possibly the biggest motif in the narrative of silent, secret Soul Manipulation. and it started the first day, continued on to now ( with meeting winifred, face void of any expression ) and would continue until their last meeting. “so, your first scenario. if i say i left my keys at the salon and i needed you to wait here another twenty minutes, how do you react?” reia only allowed a moment of silence, face still straight with her eyes level with winifred’s, before there was a smile. “kidding. go on,” she nodded, nudging the door, she’d just unlocked, open with the toe of her shoe.

@ofwinifred

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julianncs:

in her imagination, julianna shooed everyone out of the apartment to make way for reia’s company. in reality, she watched everyone leave the apartment of their own volition, thus, leaving her alone. even rex ( miles’ hypoallergenic dog ) was taking a nap. it was just a tad lonely, considering she was running a bit low on inspiration and couldn’t work on anything, but it wasn’t long until she heard reia’s voice ring through the door. her face brightened almost immediately and she hopped over the back of the couch to run to the door, grinning as she answered. “reia! i’m the only one here right now,” she greeted, eyes flickering over to the cake and minding it before leaning in for a brief embrace. “that looks delicious, and exactly what i needed! how’d you have the time to make it? like, it looks great,” she asked, using her own body to prop open the door long enough for her friend to enter. her possibly excessive complimenting stemmed from her poor ability to cook, however, she excused it as a timing issue.

“that means i’ve got zero people to ward off,” she sighed, something more fit for dodging an oncoming car while bicycling than finding that julia was the only one of all her roommates home. “i haven’t even done anything good in the past week. why am i running into this luck?” she continued on, finding her way to the kitchen and placing the cake on the countertop. and because she felt so comfortable, the coziest really, she rummaged through until she found a clean fork, taking it over to julia. “here. no knife. just go for it, then you’ve made your mark and they know: the time i found to make it was time spent for you only.” her words were stamped with a smile and nod, sealed as law and strong enough to somehow find home in the air and seep into the pores of the others when they returned home. or something. they’d know, is all. as soon as they crossed the threshold. “are you missing the outing? am i in the way of roommate bonding?”