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INTRODUCING; MEREDITH BARCLAY

AGE: thirty-four

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she / her

OCCUPATION: editor-in-chief @ wakefield gazette

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#002. helena clarke ‚ countenance.#h.elena in a nutshell lol

INTRODUCING; HELENA CLARKE

AGE: thirty

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she / her

OCCUPATION: police officer @ wakefield pd

TRIGGERS: brief mention of death

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fadiingstarliight, yeona choi

“I would most certainly do that.” she said in the same teasing tone, a small laugh leaving her lips. “But also I wouldn’t want to ruin those gorgeous curls, so maybe I would simply drag you by your hand.” She raised her brows as she noticed the other’s expression. “Lime darling, you didn’t think I brought you here to sip on club soda did you?” she asked as the bartender brought the shots over to them almost immediately. “As it should be, there are too many men around here who are just too basic.” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But then, we always have each other, right?” she added winking at the blonde as she downed her shot.

The tips of Lemon’s ears turned pink upon hearing the other’s response, however, before she could reply it, Yeona followed it with the absolute worst nickname ever. “How dare you call me that!” The blonde huffed, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. “I should stick to club soda now, out of sheer spite.” Lemon’s eyes narrowed, going back and forth between the shots and the woman next to her. Her serious expression dissolved when Yeona mentioned basic men and them having one another and a wide smile appeared on her lips. “I’ll drink to that.” She giggled, reaching for her own shot and downing it in one go. The liquid burnt its way down her throat and made her grimace. “Ugh, this is awful. Next?”

#fadiingstarliight #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & yeona choi

fadiingstarliight, stefan navarro

The drink he lifted to his lips and took a sip of wasn’t his first for the night but Stefan had no intention of slowing down. Dom would take care of his daughter for the night, and since facebook had this weird way of stuffing memories of the past at his face when all he wanted to do was forget them, here he was, drinking the night away. Served him right for still having that app on his phone in the first place. The smiling pictures of his wife and the reminder that she was dead helped nothing. A sigh left his lips as he called for a refill just as someone took the seat next to him. It was the weekend and he was bound to run into some familiar faces – and as much as he told himself he wanted to be alone, he would have stayed at home drinking if he hadn’t craves some company to distract him from his own thoughts that night.

Lemon was supposed to be waiting for some girlfriends to show up so they could have a much needed girls night out when she spotted a familiar figure across the room, slumped in the bar and probably not on his first drink. Without a moment of hesitacion, the blonde adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder and made a beeline for the bar, sliding swiftly into the seat next to Stefan’s before someone could occupy it. “Hey,” she greeted in a gentle tone, turning her upper body a little towards him so she could get a better look of his face. “Is it okay if I sit here or do you wanna be alone?”

#fadiingstarliight #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & stefan navarro

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#001. lemon jennings ‚ countenance.

wcrstorm, dean waters

Dean just gave the blonde a knowing look as he tried his best to not laugh. “Lemon, I’ve known you since we were how old?” He asked her, raising a brow at her. “You think that after all these years I wouldn’t know what stress eating looks like?” He shook his head, he knew all her little habits considering the fact they had literally grown up together. If he was stressed he was sure there would be certain things she would pick up on to know he was stressed. “I know you love all this event stuff but is it really worth all the stress you go through?” He asked as he reached over, stealing one of the sweets for himself. “See now you have me stress eating. I’m getting secondary stressed.”

Her shoulders rose and fell as nonchalantly as possible and she brushes a lock of hair away from her face, trying to ignore the look he was giving her. She knew it all too well. “I don’t know—seven, I think.” Lemon crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the chair she was sitting on. There’s no use in lying to him, specially something as ridiculous as this. “Okay, but in my defense, I’ve a lot on my plate right now.” She said, lifting her chin confidently and meeting his gaze head on. “Of course it is! I know it’s not easy and that I feel like pulling my hair out at least twice, but when the day comes and people notice and compliment my efforts... It feels so good, Dean.” Lemon sighed dreamily, the ghost of a smile appearing on her lips. She could already picture it perfectly; all the ‘oh, Lemon, I love what you did with the twinkly lights’ and ‘the ornaments you picked are absolutely gorgeous’. She was going to sleep with a huge smile on her face afterwards. Upon seeing Dean blatantly steal one of the sweets, Lemon swats at his arm playfully and raises a single brow at him, “Don’t use my stress as an excuse to feed your sweet tooth, Waters.”

#wcrstorm #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & dean waters

intellectas, peach jennings

Peach watched her sister for a moment as she attempted to explain her snacking situation. It was hard to hide her knowing smile. This is what Lemon did sometimes and as much as she protested, she knew that Peach knew what she was doing. “Not judging,” Peach assured her when she’d finally admitted. Walking over, Peach very gently pulled the bag of sweets away. “But why don’t I just take these so you don’t get a sugar high and then crash hard later.” She rolled the package closed and set it on the counter behind her. “Now, not to add more to your plate but mom told me yesterday that…” she cringed a little, knowing this would probably make Lemon want to stress eat even more, “we are in charge of the seating chart for the holiday gala at the founder’s museum.” She took a small breath and then quickly continued before Lemon could say anything. “But it’s going to be fine. I know you’re working on a lot for the Angel Tree and our Christmas party, so I can do it by myself. I just didn’t want you to be surprised when she mentions it at dinner next week.”

Lemon knew the glint in her sister’s eyes all too well. There was no way she bought her little excuse. Thankfully, Peaches assured her she wasn’t judging her for her less than healthy snack choice and the older blonde let out a sigh of relief. However, before she could reach for the bag once more, her sister swiftly pulled it away from her reach. “Rude.” She mumbled but didn’t try to stop her. Lord knows that’s probably for the best. “You’re right. I really can’t afford to be letargic when there are so many decisions that still need to be made, ugh!” Lemon propped her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands as she listened her sister talk. Oh no. She had a feeling she knew where this was going. She’s proven correct when Peach finishes her sentence. “The seating chart?!” The older blonde squeaks, blue eyes widening almost comically. That was probably one of the most time-consuming jobs when it came to event planning. It was difficult to figure out who could sit with who, who should not be seated within a ten-foot pole of who. Lemon was pretty sure dealing with last event’s seating chart was the reason why she sprouted a few grey hairs overnight. “No, no—I can’t let you do it on your own.” She dismissed it as quick as it was suggested. “Those things take forever and I don’t want you to go crazy dealing with it all by yourself.” She drew in a sharp breath, trying to calm herself down and put her thoughts in order... which wasn’t exactly easy when she had a crazy amount of sugar running through her veins. “Gosh, I wish mom would’ve told us at dinner last month when we were talking about it.”

#intellectas #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & peach jennings

fadiingstarliight, claire sitek

Claire couldn’t help laughing as the other shoved down more sweets claiming she needed energy. “Have a salad if you really need energy.” she said plainly. “Or you can continue this sugar binge, and by the time it’s Christmas the only dress you’ll fit in is the Santa costume.” Her brows furrowed at the other’s words, a gasp leaving her lips. “Stress eating? What are you stressed about? I will fix it for you this instant!” she said determinedly.

“But salads don’t taste nearly as good.” Lemon tutted, bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout. She knew she was acting incredibly childish, but she’d blame it on the crazy amount of sugar in her system. “Okay, okay, no need to be mean!” The blonde gasped, gently tapping her friend’s shoulder while chuckling. She moved the bag to the side and focused on Claire, instead. “Well, as you know, Christmas is just around the corner.” Lemon sucked in a breath before continuing, “Mom has a bunch of charity events within the same week and I obviously agreed to help her organize all of them. Which, now that I think about it, might’ve not been such a good idea.”

#fadiingstarliight #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & claire sitek

“I’m not stress eating,” Lemon huffed, glancing down at the bag of sweets laid out on top of some papers scattered on the table in front of her. Christmas was coming up soon, which meant pretty much all the charities her mother is involved with were doing fundraisers and other events with that theme. Needless to say, Lemon had been quite the busy bee these past few days. “I just—needed the extra energy, okay?” She shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, reaching for yet another treat and popping it into her mouth. God, she’d gladly give all of her money to Sugar Shack... Aware of the pair of eyes on her, Lemon sighed and looked up at the person sitting across from her. “Okay, okay, maybe I’m stress eating—don’t judge.”

#wakefieldstart #001. lemon jennings ‚ starters.#someone take this bag of sweets away from her ajdbfkasdjns she does not need any more sugar in her system lol #feel free to assume connections <3 #and hmu if you'd like to plot!

fadiingstarliight, yeona choi

A bright smile was on her lips as the blonde did meet her at Pitcher Perfect Bar. Yeona had texted her to meet her but as time passed she almost thought that she wouldn’t show up but she had been wrong. “I thought you were gonna bail on me.” Yeona said and threw her arms around her in a hug. “Shots to start of the celebration?” she grinned and waved at the bartender. “It’s one crowded night, huh? Maybe we’ll find some cute guys to pass our time with.” she added winking at the other. @sanguinaes

As soon as their eyes met, Lemon couldn’t help but dramatically roll her blue owns upon seeing the smile on her friend’s face. She made a beeline for bar and saw down beside Yeona, wrapping her arms around her and letting out a lighthearted chuckle. “Knowing you’d probably hunt me down and drag me by the hair? I wouldn’t dare.” She teased, bumping her friend’s shoulder with her own. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the mention of shots, but she knew better than to turn it down. She was at a bar, for Christ’s sake. Go and have some fun, she kept mentally telling herself. “Sounds good.” Lemon replied even though Yeona had already flagged the bartender. Her eyes dart to her friend when she mentions finding cute guys and she can’t help but smirk a little. “Well, that’s an idea—we’ll see, though. You know my standarts are way too high.”

#fadiingstarliight #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & yeona choi

wcrstorm, stella reed

Stella tried to avoid going on dates at all costs, they weren’t her thing not really since her divorce because dates usually were for people who wanted to get serious and she didn’t. Her favorite type of date was going to the bar and finding a hot person to go home with and then potentially not talking to them again. But here she was on a date and she needed an out. She had excused herself to the bathroom but made a quick beeline for the bar, tapping on the closest person to her. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’m on an awful date and when I come back from the bathroom.” she did some air quotes as she said bathroom. “I need you to come over and just come up with some crazy excuse that I need to leave with you. Got it?”

Lemon was content to finish off her glass of wine and make her way home for an early night, but it all went out of the window when someone tapped on her shoulder and she looked over to see a familiar face. “You’re on a date again?” She asked, thin blonde eyebrows reaching her hairline. It’s not the first time something like this happens and she’s got a feeling it won’t be the last. The blonde presses her lips into a thin line, letting her friend sweat it out for a moment before she nods. “Alright, alright, but you owe me one.” Lemon boops Stella’s nose, lips curling into a devious smirk. She does loves a little scheming. “Got it. Operation ruin Stella’s date is on.” She chuckles, reaching for her wine to take a hearty sip. “Whatever would you do without me, Reed?”

#wcrstorm #001. lemon jennings ‚ interactions.#lemon jennings & stella reed

andthereweresparks, luv lee

Luv hadn’t had much time to herself since she’d taken on the girls, but she’d gotten a sitter for the day, Gabrielle, and decided to give herself some time to herself. One thing she’d missed was going to the diner without the chaos of feeding a one year old and a three year old. She adored them, of course, but to be able to sit and eat breakfast without having a child throwing pancake chunks at her, or squirting ketchup all over the counter was nice. Still, it felt a little lonely without them. She spotted someone looking for a seat and she had one open beside her at the counter. “You can sit here.” Luv gestured to the spot, seeing as the diner was rather packed. “I promise not to bite if you don’t want me to.”

Lemon waltzed into the establishment with seating charts tucked under her arm and a tired look on her face. It didn’t really help that the diner was packed, not a single empty table in sight. Still, Lemon Jennings wasn’t one to give up so easily. She fully intended to stand there and wait until someone stood up, just so she could dart across the room in her heels and snag the table as soon as it became available. Thankfully, only a minute or so passed before someone spoke up, grabbing her attention. “Oh, thank you.” Lemon let out a small sigh of relief and made her way to the brunette’s side, sitting down on the seat beside her. “If I wasn’t so tired, I probably would’ve headed home and cooked dinner myself—though it’d never taste as good as the food here does.” The blonde set her things by her side, careful not to bump into anything, and chuckled. “And I promise not to let my things everywhere, deal?”