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⭐⭐⭐ SALAZAR; 34 + he/him + nfl player. "they have been through the fire, and what fire does not destroy, it hardens." +var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5627580"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[salazarelias]

—DOLLIE MCCLAIRY.

“And for all we know, plants talk to each-other and we just don’t hear it,” Dollie reasoned. “You know, like how dolphins can make noises that are so high-pitched, we can’t hear them.” It made perfect sense to her. She wasn’t sure how, exactly, the plants would make these noises. But explaining things had never exactly been her strong point, even to herself. Some things just simply were, and Dollie didn’t think to ask questions.

“Okay.” She nodded once, firmly, and tore her gaze away from their instructor, flashing the man a cheeky smile. “Let’s do this.” She held out her hand. “How fast can you run?”

Sal wasn’t recognizable to anyone other than sports fans. Even if you were a sports fan, he was only recognizable to football fans, and even that needed to be narrowed down to fans of his team. He never just expected to be recognized for his career; he wasn’t the type of athlete that was well known to people who weren’t sports fans. He did well in his career, but only a certain portion of people actually paid attention to sports. When she asked him how fast he could run, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Pretty fast,” he said, taking her hand. “Think you can keep up?”

[michaeltrevinosource]

Do you remember that night your dad made us set up that tent to teach us extreme weather survival?

[salazarelias]

Where: Saturday, January 11th.

When: Some random bar in LA.

Who: Open - @thejunglestarters​

"Who are you rooting for tonight?” Sal asked, although the question could be considered vague to some. There were two playoff games that would be airing tonight, and Sal had parked himself in a stool before the first game. He was a little bummed the Rams weren’t in the playoffs, but neither were the Raiders or the Chargers, so that was at least something. He thought about watching both games at home, but opted for having a few drinks and watching where the alcohol supply was a little wider. “I’m thinking Titans and Vikings.” At least the Titans, because Sal was one of many people who enjoyed seeing that Patriots loss last weekend.

[salazarelias]

—DOLLIE MCCLAIRY.

“Because…” Dollie faltered slightly. What was the point of a name in the first place? Was it for the person who had it, or so that they were easier to refer to for everyone else? She didn’t want to imagine not having a name. “Because he knows that I’m there,” she decided confidently. “And that’s good enough for me. Besides, plenty of people don’t talk to me. I’m sure they still have names.” She was also sure they were having a great time, casting their productions and not bothering to even give her a call to let her know that she’d failed her audition.

She frowned. “If it’s not something you want to do, you shouldn’t have to. You can’t force yourself to be someone you’re not.” She glanced around them, making sure that the instructor was occupied with helping another of their students, before grabbing Steven and clutching him to her chest. “Wanna sneak out of here?” she suggested. “You can have your pick of what we do. I mean, I’m done here,” she nodded down towards the plant in her arms.

"The people who don’t talk to you can still talk and interact with people,” Sal said with a shrug. Normally, he wasn’t one for the ‘caring’ about what others thought. He only kept this part up because it just seemed weird. She said it like it was so normal and casual, which was probably the weirdest part of all with it. Was it normal? Did people actually do this? It wasn’t like he grew up in a family that promoted taking care of plants. Hell, Sal’s own parents barely promoted taking care of their children, let alone plants. His parents had always been pretty self-serving. Sal at least found comfort in the fact he wasn’t as bad as them, but he also had his brother for that.  Sal was pretty surprised at her suggestion, also taking a peek over at the instructor. They seemed distracted and plenty busy with the rest of the class. His name was already down on the list of attendees... maybe his agent wouldn’t be watching to see if he stuck with it? “I guess I could just tell them I at least tried it,” he quipped. He took another look at the instructor. “I think we’ve got maybe a thirty second window to make a break for it.”

[salazarelias]

—DOLLIE MCCLAIRY.

Dollie frowned slightly. “Of course I named it. We’re going to be sharing an apartment, after all.” She was thinking she might put Steven by the window in her bedroom. There was plenty of room for him to grow, and he’d get a lot of sunlight, too.

Her eyes fell to the mess the stranger was creating, and before she fully knew what she was doing Dollie was walking around the table to give him a hand. “Do you want me to hold your pot steady for you?” she asked. “You’re sort of… getting it everywhere…”

He couldn’t tell if she was joking, or if this was legitimately a conversation he was having with someone. He ultimately decided that it felt more like the latter. Sal had never heard of someone naming their plants before, but the amount of people that he was close with didn’t often cross with too many plant lovers. “What good is a name if it can’t talk to you? Or interact?” He threw in the second question because he knew pets couldn’t necessarily talk, but they could interact. Sal would much rather be at home with his dog Amigo instead of at the event. Although he had clearly been skeptical of what she was doing, she had already lended a hand anyway - or offered to do so. In reality, he needed it, or he was going to keep making a mess. “Uh - yeah, thanks,” he said. “This really isn’t something I’m good at... or honestly, really care too much about. Mainly here because my agent thought it would be good for me to take the nurturing class, I guess.”

[salazarelias]

—ELAINE ASTOR.

Elaine couldn’t help the loud laugh that tumbled from her lips. Her idea of a workout included an hour tops at the gym, twice a week, in which she split half the time slowly walking along the treadmill and the other half on her phone. “I’m actually weaker than I look.” Elaine promised. “So we share that in common. It won’t hurt a bit, come on lie down.” She instructed, her eyes flitting towards where the instructor was once again practicing on a dummy. She bit down on her lower lip, brief concern flooding through her. Could she seriously damage someone if she did it wrong?

Sal took his spot lying on the ground, waiting for the next step. He turned his head to watch what the instructor was doing as the seconds ticked on by and his new partner wasn’t attempting anything. He wrinkled his eyebrow momentarily before turning back to look up at her. “Now, I have to say - if I were a real dying victim, I might have died already,” Sal remarked, keeping his tone humorous. 

[salazarelias]

—FREDDIE FENTON.

“Ugh, wonderful.” He wants to be treated like people. A few (more than a decade ago really, but you’d have to torture Freddie into admitting how long it’s been) years ago he would’ve made anyone with such a catty attitude cry, after all there was no room in any room for TWO sardonic types. But now that he was trying to be uncancelled, as the people on twitter say, he had to actually put some effort into talking to non-famouses and nobodies. It was like a switch turned, as Freddie turned a lot more… Accessible. Even his accent changed a little, if one could tell these little acting things. It probably had something to do with the KTTV news right behind them, asking people on the other booths how were they enjoying the fair. “Oh my gosh dude, where are my manners? Sure sure, you’re totes right. My bad.”  

For the most part, Elias Salazar had gone through life with an ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. You could say that it was handed to him, as his parents didn’t clearly give a shit about their own kids. He had been taken care of by his older brother and faked his living situation well with his teachers. Until he had been drafted to the NFL, he had come to learn that most people didn’t give a shit about him, so he beat them to the punch first. He raised a brow, a little amused at his very fake back peddle into admitting wrong, yet without actually using any manners. Sal ended up reaching down to grab the bow, but instead of handing it to him, he kept it for himself. “Suppose you’ll have to reach for your own,” he said, giving a light shrug. 

[salazarelias]

—ELAINE ASTOR.

Immediately, Elaine lightly frowned. She had never dealt well with rejection - small doses, big doses, real or teasing. It was natural instinct for her first response to be light disappointment before it was quickly replaced with an easy, breezy teasing tone. She flexed her hand out in front of her for a hot second, pretend inspecting it with widened-eyes. “Oh, you’re right.” She spoke flippantly, “I might have to find a partner who won’t break under my touch. Sometimes I forget how strong I am.” She shook her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth in a teasing manner. “But I can try to reign it in.” Pause, “For you.” She added, with the flourish of a smile.

In some instances, Elias Salazar could be pretty standoffish. It was kind of half his natural state anymore; it was a defense built after many years of trying to hide his parents neglect and absence from... well, everyone. He was an adult now with many years past that, but it was hard not to see that default state. Sal had kept it at a bay for right now though, opting for the other half of his natural state - the one who was a little more welcoming and charming. That Sal still kept things light and breezy, never diving into any deep topics. You could either have one or the other Sal in the moment, too rigid to find a way to blend them together. “Alright - but only if you promise,” he quipped. “I don’t know if you can tell, but I never work out, so I’m a bit of a weakling,” he joked. “I’ll go ahead and play the dying victim first.”

[theweeknd]

[salazarelias]

—FREDDIE FENTON.

“Why did I sign up for this activity you wonder?” Probably not a single soul there wonders about it, but Freddie will tell them anyway. “Well, if that dimwit Jennifer Lawrence can do it on hunger games, so can I.” And there’s the fact that everybody knows non-famouses love celebrities with a weird hobby or quirk, or even a weird pet. Maybe archery could be his thing, since there was no way in hell Freddie would let a dirty animal into his home. He’d have to talk to Ned about it, depending on how this goes. “Now be a dear and hand me the bow.”

@thejunglestarters​

"I didn’t actually wonder,” Sal started, but he had already continued on what he imagined was an amusing tirade in the guy’s own head by the time it made it out of Sal’s mouth. Part of him would like to argue about Jennifer Lawrence just in effort to be some sort of devil’s advocate, but he didn’t care strongly enough about her to even consider doing it. Instead he just stood there, arms crossed with an eyebrow raised as he watched the way the man acted - almost with an air of entitlement. “Where’s the please?” he said, lowering his raised brow. “Someone didn’t learn from Miss Manners.”

[salazarelias]

—ELAINE ASTOR.

                                                         first-aid / saturday fourth / open @thejunglestarters​

Elaine loved self-improvement, not that she believed she needed much improving. The competitive perfectionist that resided inside her heart loved rising to the challenge of harnessing a new skill. It’s why she’d fought her way into securing a ticket to the LA Resolutions pop-up event, she never could resist brandishing pre-existing in talents in conjunction to learning something new. And this was going to be The Year of Elaine. Except in the first-aid skills class they were asking you to pair up for the practice of CPR. So, the year of Elaine plus the person beside her. “Do you want to partner up?” She asked brightly. “I promise I won’t crush your chest.”

Sal was trying to keep himself busy, because he noticed his agent was keeping a close eye on him - annoying close. He was only here because his agent was insistent that he could use some self-growth. Sal never thought of himself as perfect (honestly, he was the exact opposite), but he didn’t feel like ‘working on himself’ with a bunch of strangers. At least the first aid class was pretty mild, and it was something he could see himself using in theory. It was also not one of the embarrassing choices that his agent suggested to him. At the announcement that they needed to pair up, he turned around to look at the people who were around him, but someone caught him first. “Yikes - I don’t know about that,” he began. “You look pretty strong - you sure you can hold back your chest crushing strength?”

[salazarelias]

—DOLLIE MCCLAIRY.

Where: LA Resolutions - Gardening class

When: Saturday, January 4th

Who: Open!! - @thejunglestarters​

After being shown by an instructor how to properly repot her baby spider-plant, Dollie picked out a brightly-coloured plastic pot and moved to a table to have a go herself. She was as gentle as possible, cooing softly to her spider-plant in mumbled baby-talk as she patted soil around its roots.

She looked up to reach for the watering can, and nearly leapt out of her skin when she realised someone else was at the table with her. “I’m sorry,” she said automatically. “I was talking to Steven.” She nodded down towards her plant by way of explanation. “Does yours have a name yet?”

—Did she just ask him if it had a name? Sal’s face instantly showed confusion at the question. Was that something that the instructor told them to do? He was opting out of that if that was the case, but something told him it wasn’t. “You named it?” he questioned, finally vocalizing his thoughts. Honestly, Sal had no real desire to be in any of the classes. He was only in attendance by sheer force of his agent. ‘You need to go - it’s good publicity,’ was the first thing he was told. Afterward, it turned into ‘Take a more nurturing class - you’re too aggressive.’ He tried to counter that he wouldn’t be very good at his job if he wasn’t aggressive, but he was quickly ignored. He was placed into that gardening class, and now he was more or less making a mess as he was supposed to...repot the plant, apparently? Was this class over yet?

[ashesandhalefire]

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