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It wasn’t a heated argument, exactly. Sometimes, though, the blonde let a little whiskey and a lot of attitude bring out her more competitive spirit. To any bystanders who weren’t listening to the words of the debate, the pair could be in arms over the governments nuclear weapons policy. However, as the Texas-native reached over and rested her arm on the person nearest to her, the question that passed her lips was, “Don’t mean to interrupt darlin’, but I need you to set something to rest for me. Cats, or dogs?” She kept her expression mostly serious - she wasn’t nearly drunk enough to not realize to ridiculousness of the argument. But that by no means meant she was taking the loss, either.

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The sudden touch caused a rigid shiver to straighten up Marley's posture, the fluidity and ease with which the stranger seemed to approach her a tad startling. Although she was able to stave off a the knee-jerk reaction to jump, and simply whipped her head around in order to come face to face with a fellow blonde. "Oh, no you're not interrupting anything!" She quickly assured, though a slightly concerned dip furrowed her brow at the inquiry. It could have been brought up by a number of other issues, and the fact that she had probably missed out on any relevant information left her floundering for a moment. "Uh, well, I... I mean personally, I love both. Right now I only have a cat, but I'm on the search for possibly adopting a dog so... Both?"

#elodierutherford;

thepromises

“Really?” Freddie grinned, but the smile was a little strained. Marley was so bright and bubbly, and he felt like he couldn’t match that kind of positivity or confidence but tried his best all the same. “Well, I, uh, I enjoy it but I’m sure I’m not as good as you, Marley! We can try it, and you always need someone who’s bad at it anyway, so someone falls over - otherwise it goes on forever. Right?” Freddie let out a chuckle. But it quickly died as he noticed her momentarily falter in her merry demeanour, and the man’s head tilted to the side curiously, his eyes showing concern.

“I’ll, uh, be sure to bring some. It’ll be the only homemade thing though - I’m not the best cook. You might just end up with store-bought pretzels from me… Anyway, just let me know the day,” he said. “And… you know, let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.” Freddie met her gaze deliberately then, if only for a brief second. He hoped he’d managed to get his meaning across before he had to flick his eyes away.

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The lingering gaze, and what all it could have carried in meaning certainly wasn't lost to Marley. It was the same look she had received multiple times in her life - when the fragile little girl with skin that felt about as thick as a sheet of wrapping paper and weepy eyes seeped out, solely to disrupt the bubbly aura she tried valiantly to maintain at all times. Even if she didn't always feel like smiling and laughing, sometimes it was easier to force herself than come to terms with every dark and dismal threat that tried to bubble up to the surface. Freddie was definitely more observant than she gave him credit for - or rather anyone, really. Maybe it was just the fact that, despite how much she wished to deny it, the blonde was an open book without even trying to be?

"Pretzels with some Chex make a pretty good snack mix," She offered with a taught smile, chest deflating as a breath she could no longer suck back ghosted past her lips. "I'm..." Teeth clenched briefly, she shifted her weight uncomfortably in the silence that trailed after the beginning of her speech, "I'm kind of awkward, if it wasn't already obvious. I think it's just the move here - it's all still so fresh, and new and, while that isn't necessarily a bad thing I... Do you ever just get the sense that, you won't ever fit in somewhere? Even when you've been making friends and doing fairly well, like, there's still this undeniable feeling of... being alone?"

#freddiejules;

joliespencer-blog1

Just submitting things for them now, I like doing more of my own thing you know.

Yeah someone was streaking and made front page, isn’t that lovely

rosesxwritingdesks

Oh, definitely. I imagine working on your own gives you a freedom not necessarily guaranteed if you were to go full-time on the newspaper.

Well it's certainly... something. Something I wouldn't actually expect in a town like Fireside. But, y'know what they say about making assumptions, I suppose anything is possible when it comes down to how um, random for lack of a better word, people can be.

#dash: jaclyn #jaclynellis;

joliespencer-blog1

Hey, hey, hey, don’t you dare get mad at me I didn’t put that streaking picture of you in the newspaper

rosesxwritingdesks

Sorry... what? Maybe I should start reading the newspaper more often. I mean-- Just to stay informed uh, and all. That's so weird though, I hope they... Well of course they blurred things out. Uhm, anyway! You're working for the newspaper! That's great, Jaclyn. Or, are you just submitting things to them?

#jaclynellis;

brontesaerialsilks-blog

Bronte probably should’ve thought this through, the studio space she now old was actually a small warehouse that was converted to suit her needs, and while the hardware for her silks were already placed and the silks were ready to be hung, she was no without a ladder and desperately wanted to get them up so she could dive in, swing in? No… silk in. She verbed it, she was good at that. So yes, her only option at this point was to ask anyone and everyone she saw for a ladder, what better way to get to know her neighbors? Eyes landing on her first victim, Bronte strolled up and tapped them on the shoulder. “Excuse me, I’m Bronte Rhodes and I am wondering if you’ve got a ladder I could borrow preferably one that is really tall as I’ve great heights to reach.”

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Marley had just exited the apartments she now resided in, flipping over the strap of her bag to adjust against her shoulder before a tap on said body part gave her a start. Whirling around, her brows shot up a bit as the brunette before her inquired about a ladder. Seemingly without taking a breath. Marley could definitely relate; her own manner of speech bordered on 'breathless prattling' more often than not. "Oh, uhm, well first of all it's nice to meet you Bronte," She replied through a stiff laugh, expression showing genuine regret as she continued. "I unfortunately don't have a ladder myself. But, you know! I mean this is a long shot but, I'm actually on my way to work - at the library and, they do have some collapsible ladders there. I could always check and see if they'd be willing to loan you one for a short time, if you'd like?"

#bronteroads;

harrisonwolfe-blog

I mean, it got chilly, but not to the extent that I actually needed winter clothing. I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually. Have you lived here long?

rosesxwritingdesks

Never? Okay, now Australia is going down on my list of 'places I must go in order to believe the crazy things I've heard'. Also koalas and kangaroos because, who doesn’t want to see them? Did you get here pretty recently? Oh, not very long, a couple of months going on now. Sometimes I get a little home sick, only lately, though. It's so nice here and the people are friendly enough that it kind of makes you feel at home, in a sense.

#harrisonwolfe;

thepromises

“Well, like I said, it’s, uh, a giant mat! So everyone could start at opposite corners, even if I think the fun is trying to bend around other people when you’re playing… I was always pretty good at that! Samosas are, um… well, vegetables wrapped in a special kind of pastry, pretty much? You can also put meat in there. They’re great for snacks, I’ve had them since I was a kid.”

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"Oh definitely. It isn't called 'Twister' randomly, after all. Besides, only people who feel like getting all tied together would probably play anyway - and yes, that totally includes me because I am amazing at Twister," She added with a light quirk of her eyebrows, already becoming a little giddy through the bounce of her heels as she imagined what fun this game night could prove to be. "You can never go wrong with pastry, plus veggies and meat... It kind of makes me think of snack pot pies. Which sound pretty good, actually," Her gaze flickered down for a moment, body seeming to tense before shaking herself back into reality. She had to push the influx of memories down before they threatened to drown her. "You should totally bring some, and anything else you'd like,"

#freddiejules;

harrisonwolfe-blog

The weather here is definitely a little chillier than in Australia. I never thought I’d wear a sweater in my lifetime.

rosesxwritingdesks

Are you saying it never gets cold in Australia? Or are you just so used to that level of cold, coming here is like living inside of an igloo? Believe me, you get used to it... in a while.