simone.

simone kennedy. 29. new yorker. influencer and bottle service girl at decades.

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Status: closed @zakariaseklund​

Location: Decades 

The forced on, pearly white smile drops the second Simone turns her back to the table of men celebrating something. What exactly? She has no idea. She didn’t really care enough to remember. Sighing, she starts making her way through the nightclub again when crosses paths with Zak, who’s as smug and as punchable as ever. Great. “I’m not doing this with you tonight, Zakarias,” Simone says, and though she tries keeping her unfazed composure, embarrassment hits her like a mack truck. Employment and Simone are two things, in her opinion, that don’t belong in the same sentence. Labor of any sort has never been an aspiration for Simone, including this job – where her sole responsibility is being pretty. Of course, there’s the part where she brings bottles of top self liquor to tables and on occasion, slips patrons something a little more potent that’s not on the menu, but being ugly doesn’t exactly land someone a job like this. And the issue isn’t either or not it’s hard, back breaking work. It’s easy enough, but why couldn’t rich men just give her money like they used to? Why did she have to work for it? Life’s so unfair, and if it couldn’t get any worse, now she’s here with Zak.

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Status: closed @jericho-adroa​

Location: Ambrosia 

Enjoying her iced coffee without the interruption of a familiar face is too much to ask for apparently. When was the last time she’d seen him? It had to be over a decade now, but Jericho Adroa isn’t the kind of person you forget. He’s older now, they both are, and she’ll admit, age looks good on him. “You can stop staring and come say hi. I’m not going to bite,” Simone rolls her eyes at how silly this whole thing is. Maybe they’re not friends anymore, but surely they can be two adults about it. Plus, their whole friendship thing dissolved years ago. It has to be water under the bridge by now, right? They were just kids then, and he was just the neighbor of her father she’d visit during the summers against her will. Even if Jericho did make those summers more bearable when she traded her beloved New York for Colorado. Even if he had knew the real her, the one she kept so tightly under wraps - just not with him. Even if he was the one thing, the one person she always looked forward to seeing the most. Anyway, they grew apart. That’s what people do. It’s not like they were going to be best friends forever or anything. 

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 zakariaseklund​:

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He hummed, watching her process the information he offered in that pretty little head of hers. Zakarias hadn’t the first clue what happened to her once he was arraigned and hauled off to prison. Though he would be lying if he said she didn’t cross his mind at all in the few years of separation. He had a lot of time to think after all. Not to be remorseful, though. At least not in her case. “Exactly how it works, in fact.” He deadpanned, a slight twitch of his brows upward. There were times he felt bad taking money from Oskar but it was not often. He assumed their parents sent him a majority of the money he handed over, since that was part of the reason he agreed to look after his little brother to begin with. Zak did not have any problem taking his parents money, none at all. A smile cracked and it continued into a small chuckle. “No, I think he has become worse, in fact.” Bitter he was going to work at a ski resort every morning instead of a skyscraper on wall street. To be fair, Zak was bitter, waking up in the mountains instead of near the ocean. He looks down at her with a sinner’s smile. A hand raised to drag the back of his index finger from her neck to her chin where he lightly pinched it. “Disgustingly handsome and wildly talented.” He ran his tongue over his lips as he looked at her, confident he could lure her in but wondering if he should. It was the downfall to being sober at any time, thinking instead of just doing. “Not like either of us are going anywhere. Might as well have a little bit of fun.” Before they were inevitably at each other’s throats again.

-

God, he’s still so infuriating. Still the shell of a man where nothing more than a stunted child fills in the spaces. Maybe Zak getting tossed away and locked up is the best thing that’s ever happened to her. A get out of jail free card, no pun intended. It would be stupid of her to wander back his way when the whole purpose of this Colorado hell was to get away from the reputation he’d left her with. She is fully aware of that, but some old habits die hard. And who knows? Maybe entertaining his mess is a lot more fun when it isn’t heavy under the burden of being his girlfriend. Lord knows she isn’t one for labor, and it just so happens, it was the hardest job she’s ever had. Now that she’s free and no longer has to put up with it or the hope she might get a ring for her troubles, she can loosen up, take no offense to his ways. Unfortunately, it doesn’t sound like that’s the case for Oskar. Sucks to be him. “I can imagine,” The corners of her lips inch a little higher, though she remembers how that bitterness tastes. It can really make you resent a person. Resentment, however, has nothing to do with the way he smiles down at her. It was the same smile that was just toxic enough to bring her back each and every time, that made her want to keep playing this game until the flame finally burned her. As far as she’s concerned, the mark their relationship left on her is nothing more than a mere scratch. Nothing that she can’t handle. “No, I meant disgusting. Vile. Revolting,” She says with the weighted touch of his fingers on her chin. The spark, it’s still there. Why wouldn’t it be? “What do you have in mind?” Simone asks, knowing full well. 

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Status: closed @ziziromero​

Location: Decades

There is something Simone’s sure she should be doing, could be doing, but instead, she opts to lean against the bar and keep Zizi company. “There’s a bachelor party in one of the VIP rooms. Very much a frat brothers who grew up kind of vibe, but there was this one,” She laughs at the fresh memory as if it’s the funniest thing that’s happened all night. “Not the groom-to-be, but he’s very pretty. Nice smile, expensive cologne. Armani cufflinks. A smooth talker, real charismatic. The type that’s dangerous if you’re not careful, but he’s into me, obviously. I’m not not interested, but then I see the tan on his ring finger,” She says, playfully disappointed. Make no mistake. The sanctity of marriage means nothing to Simone. Her decision to pursue the man no further is for entirely different, more selfish reasons. “I don’t –” A patron slides up to the bar, interrupting her. She narrows her eyes at them. 

“Excuse me. Do you not see that we’re talking? Thank you,” She says with a smile that’s less than sweet, watching as the rude casino goer backs down, grumbling as they go. “Anyway,” She turns her attention back to Zizi. “I don’t really do married men like that. The whole little ‘other woman’ routine is so pathetic to me. I know you’re not going to leave your wife, so why even bother? I want to be the wife and get all of those perks that come with it. What’s better? Expensive hush money or expensive apology gift. I just think if a man decides he’s done with me, and let’s be honest, that’s how men are, at least as a wife, I can drag out a divorce and make his life hell. Getting tossed aside as a side piece? No thank you,” Simone shrugs. “I have a little bit too much self respect for that.”

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bella-westwood​:

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There wasn’t much Bella could tell you about Simone, other than the few things Oskar vented about because his brother was determined on being a ping pong ball between the two women. However, Bella wasn’t much better than Zak in that respect. If anything, her ping pong game was a little sadder. A lot sadder. She would bounce back to somebody else too and eventually, hurt him in the inevitable moments where she chose Zak again. So no, she didn’t judge Simone or even Zak. It was just a messy situation, that of course ended the way it was obvious it would. Bitter tastes, harder glares, awkward tensions.

She could tell Simone did not want to be talking, anymore than she did, but Bella enjoyed making people talk. It wasn’t a power play, she didn’t think. Unless she was beginning to use her professional tactics for toxic use. Bella nodded at Simone’s response, shrugging slightly. “Oh, funny. Me too. Weird how things come full circle. Oskar’s here too, and a whole bunch of faces from New York. Zak.” she found the coincidence of it all quite amusing. Out of everywhere in the large country, faces you never wanted to see again all ended up in the small town. It wasn’t even as if Colorado was a quick distance away either. Bella soon laughed at Simone’s quip, fighting the urge to touch her stomach and instead playing along with the hints of passive aggression. “Yeah, actually. Been sick for a while. I’d probably wash your hands twice.” she answered, even if she was subtly smiling. “Sweet of you but it was just a reaction to the smell of egg salad. I’ll live.” Bella added, and she could bet Simone would be sad to hear that part.

-

Hasn’t she suffered enough? Being stuck in Colorado was already tortuous enough on its own, but seeing face after face after familiar face here of all places is a special, personalized form of hell. “Yeah, I actually just ran into Zak,” An understatement. “He failed to mention you were here too. Are you two –?” Simone trails, letting a shrug fill in the rest. It’ll be something to hold over his head, assuming he’s grown some sort of moral compass over the years. Who knows? If they are together, it’s not like she’ll feel guilty about hooking up with him. It happened, and there’s nothing she can do about it now. In fact, she really couldn’t have cared less. Everything will finally come full circle. He spent so much time cheating on her, and now she has cheated with him on Bella. The irony of it all would be a little funny, if they’re even together, that is. Simone ignores what she can only assume is an attempt at a joke. “Weird. I had a girl friend once who developed the strangest sensitivity to the scent of eggs when she got pregnant,” Simone says in a way that would’ve been pointed if it hadn’t been for that same cordial laugh and the small, quick shrug.

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zakariaseklund​:

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An ironic laugh caught in his throat and he exhaled it through his nose. Though she was not wrong, he was more than likely high, drunk, or fucking someone else through a solid seventy-five percent of their relationships. And he absolutely did not remember she had family in Colorado, let alone the town he was in. If he did, he might have moved but then again, Bella was there. In his defense, he was fucked up most of his existence in New York City. He didn’t remember a lot of things from there. “Probably,” he agreed with a shrug. “Apparently your observation skills need sharpening because you might have noticed Oskar owns the ski resort. He was also appointed babysitter when they released me back into the wild. So unfortunately I live here, too.” A disappointment that never lessened over time. He should be somewhere big, where he could fade into the dark and reappear at will. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about things like bettering himself or ‘healing’ which felt like unimportant bullshit no matter how anyone spun it. “I have never been useless, sweetheart. I take Oskar’s money because he keeps handing it over, but that does not equate to my worth nor has it ever meant that I do not make my own.” In fact, the Kelly family paid him quite well for his work and if that dried up, there was always someone willing to pay the price for his skill set. “Why are we talking about my constantly annoying and award winning bore of a brother?” He asked with a quick look of disgust. Then he looked her over and invaded her space further. “You never did tell me if you were single right now or not.” 

-

Having an impenetrable poker face is a skill Simone perfectly crafted years ago, and it’s a skill she’s putting to use standing here with Zak. “Well, will you look at that,” She grins.  As annoying and as inconvenient as it is to have her ex in this comparatively small town, it’s not what bothers her. It’s the fact she didn’t know Oskar owns the very ski resort she frequents. Then again, maybe being in Lockwood Springs with Zakarias Eklund should bother her. The whole reason for uprooting her once perfect life and moving to Colorado was so she could lay low for a little while, letting things blow over some before sneaking back up to New York. What’s it going to look like if it somehow gets out that they’re both conveniently here together? Simone could laugh. He’ll always find a way to be a thorn in her side, that’s for damn sure, but what did she expect when, in his moments, she once thought he could be as lovely as a rose? “Oh, is that how it works?” Still mooching. Just as she figured, but she would do anything to be in Zak’s place. Being a disappointment must be easy, it must be nice especially having someone fund it all as a way to show off their unconditional love. That, or there’s a guilt that stops the older Eklund from holding his younger brother accountable, and so instead of ‘i love you’s it’s ‘i’m sorry’ in the shape of a dollar. Either way. Simone catches herself laughing at the quip about Oskar, genuinely amused to her pleasant surprise. “I was curious. It doesn’t sound like he has changed at all,” She says, and it surprises her none. Her smile grows a little wider, rolling her eyes as Zak steps closer. She tilts her face up, holding his gaze unflinchingly. “You’re disgusting, you know that,” Simone’s voice drops slightly, playfulness edging on her sincere words.

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bella-westwood​:

@simoneraekennedy​ at: some high school toilets

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​She’d made it to 18 weeks and was finally out of the throwing up for no reason stage. It still didn’t stop certain smells from making Bella want to dry heave into oblivion though. Something about eggs were the latest thing, and of course somebody had brought an egg salad to keep them going throughout the weekend. Why wouldn’t they? She had assumed the toilets she escaped to were empty, until she was done in the stall and walked straight out to see Simone’s reflection staring back at her in the mirrors. Bella really needed to limit her screen time, because instantly the TikTok sound ‘the other woman’ played in her head. 

Zak had darted back and forth between them both more times than she’d care to admit. Foolish of her to keep taking him back and now be in this condition because of it. Oh gross, now she was using 1800s terminology. “It’s…been a while.” she managed a smile, moving to the basin beside Simone to begin washing her hands. Was the whole of New York moving to Colorado? Despite the obvious tension, Bella didn’t hate Simone but maybe the hormones were making her feel threatened. Or, maybe Zak had really burrowed so deep into her psyche that she was reacting purely out of instinct. Simone didn’t do anything wrong…it was him. “Kinda far from…the city.” Small talk with Simone and something currently the size of an onion in her stomach. Had Bella done something terrible in a past life? “Business?” Jesus Christ.

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Disgusted is one way to put it. Not by her action’s per se, but by the simple, horrifying fact it had to happen in a dusty, old high school of all places - where their best bet was a secluded teacher’s lounge. God, this town is starting to ruin her. Then again, she thinks, catching her reflection smiling back at her, it was kind of hot. Very hot, actually. There are a lot of things she can say about Zakarias Eklund, including he’s the bane of her entire existence, but she can never, not once say he doesn’t know what he’s doing when it comes to getting a little hot and heavy. And in those moments, it makes her think maybe he’s not all that insufferable after all. She leans a little closer into the mirror, fixing a few strands of hairs that’ve gone astray, smoothing them out when the poor thing emptying her insides opens the stall door. Simone’s eyes shift to Bella, her smile falling instantly. Who the hell isn’t in Lockwood Springs right now?

There was a point in time Bella Westwood was nothing more than an obstacle in her way. When Zak was out of the picture, so was the other woman. Out of sight, out of mind. There was no reason to think about her ever, not that there was anything really remarkable that Simone would want to recall anyway. A funny, deranged joke this is. It should surprise her none that wherever Zak is, even now, Bella is nearby. So hilarious, she might actually forget to laugh. Sighing, she goes back to fixing her hair. Simone has no intention of speaking, but then Bella says something first, because of course she does. “Yeah,” She says, leaving it at that and taking a step back to exit, but great. Bella’s still talking. Keeping her second sigh contained, she turns and faces her, forcing a grin that could almost pass for polite, maybe even genuine. “I live here, actually. My dad’s from here. I moved to be closer to him and his family,” And totally not because her last two boyfriends both went to jail, and she couldn’t stand the way she could see people’s perception of her start to shift. “You’re not contagious, are you?” Simone feigns a cordial laugh that doesn’t quite find the right pitch for sincerity. But now that she’s really looking at Bella, she does look a little… rounder. Resisting the urge to glance down at her stomach, she nods back towards the stalls. “I didn’t realize it was you in there. Obviously. I started to check to see if you were okay.” No she didn’t.

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zakariaseklund​:

- hop skip revamp jump to high school because kit is the worst -

                                    She was not who he had expected to round the corner and find. All he could do was stare and wonder if the mild withdrawals were making him hallucinate Simone Kennedy standing just a few feet away. She looked about as happy to see him as he was to see her. Green eyes burned into her for a few moments longer before he closed the distance between them. “What are you doing here, Simone?” It was not the greeting she necessarily deserved but it was the one she got and he had no intention to lighten his tone. Not for someone he was already convinced was there to try to ruin his life or worse. “Come to see if you can convince some more rich assholes to give you the world on a silver platter just to spit it back in their face? We’re all full up on crazy here, we do not need anymore, Miss Kennedy.” A sneer; like smile followed as he bent a bit closer to her so he could keep the conversation between them. Fuck she was still gorgeous, though. He hated that it was a reminder that played in his head over and over. 

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If this night couldn’t get any more annoying, it definitely just did. Simone braces herself, folding her arms across her chest and standing her ground as her ex approaches her. “I should be asking you the same thing, Zak,” She says. After all, the world is, in fact, a very large place. Of all places he could be, or end up, or whatever, it’s a cruel joke that their paths would cross again in Lockwood Springs, Colorado, forced to shelter in a stale, public high school. “You might’ve been too busy cheating or being strung out to remember, but my dad is from here. I live here now, to be closer to him and his side of the family,” She says, and it’s not entirely untrue. She is closer, that’s for sure, but if she had it her way, she’d still be in Manhattan where she belongs. “Good one,” She nods and feigns being impressed while Zak’s words roll off of her. He’s been meaner and much more casually cruel than he’s being now. If anything, she thinks he’s losing his touch. The thing about Simone, though, she’s good at taking it, and she’s just as good at giving it. “Still useless, or have you finally stopped mooching off your brother? How is Oskar, by the way?” Simone keeps her tone pleasant as she tilts her head, smiling at him.

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Status: closed @kirbyfms​

Location: Edison High School Gymnasium 

There must’ve been somewhere better and simply more appealing to do this whole little evacuation thing, but alas. The thousandth sigh passes through Simone’s lips, trying to will time to pass along as quickly as possible. It’s her own fault for showing up too late. If she’d known getting a classroom to herself was an option, she would’ve been first in line waiting for the high school to open its doors. There are too many people here in this gymnasium that she wouldn’t even share air with on her worst day, and now she’s being forced to sleep in the same space as them. Not to mention the smell in here is starting to give her a headache. She’s tempted to close her eyes and click her heels three times with the hope of teleporting back to the Northside townhome she rents, but right now, she can’t handle the disappointment of it not actually happening. Sighing again, she glances up from her phone for once to see a familiar enough face. “Are you going crazy in here too, or is it just me?” Simone forces a grin Kirby’s way.

[simoneraeken]

I'm so confident Excuse my ego, can't go incognito Every time you see me, it's like winning big in Reno Don't fuck with me, ho, take you down like judo Make it rain, I'm taking names from London to Meguro Yeah, yeah Oh, girl, it's okay You should never be ashamed to have it all Yeah, yeah It's gonna be okay Yeah, you've come a long way Comme des garçons Like the boys, like the boys Comme des garçons I'm so confident Comme des garçons Like the boys, like the boys Comme des garçons I'm so confident Hot like a fever, make you a believer Write my name up in the sky from Paris to Shibuya Miu Miu, Prada, Mugler, Virgil, Ross, Nicola Elevate your vision when you put me on the cover

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Status: closed @zakariaseklund​

Location: Neue 

Simone has perfected the laugh, the smile, the right words and how to say them. It’s a simple routine, because after all? Men are embarrassingly easy, simple creatures, and men with a little status, men with money and therefore power behind their names are the easiest of all. They’re all fundamentally the same. That’s why she sits here at the bar in Neue now, enjoying a pre-dinner glass of Sauvignon Blanc with her date for the evening. She laughs and smiles, pretending to be in awe of his intelligence as he gets the details of the wine wrong. The Bordeaux region of Southwest France is where the Sauvignon Blanc grapes are indigenous to, not Burgundy as he insists. That’s Chardonnay, but does she correct him? No. She has an agenda, and men like him don’t like to be told when they’re wrong. But then his phone rings, drawing their attention away from what he believes is a riveting conversation. If you’ll excuse me. I have to take this. It’s no problem at all. Simone grins, watching her date walk off with his phone pressed to his ear. Just behind him, coming as her date goes, is none other Zakarias Eklund. Her face falls immediately. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Simone frowns, irked to the very core of her being at the sight of her ex in Lockwood of all places. 

[simoneraeken]

I might kill my ex, not the best idea His new girlfriend’s next, how’d I get here? I might kill my ex, I still love him, though Rather be in jail than alone

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