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Suzy, 21, Sawyer. If you have to ask, I'm probably right.

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connivance? | taylor & suzy

[misstaylordemarco-blog]

Taylor had, of course, observed the redhead’s ‘casual smart’ choice of wardrobe by the time she’d made her way over. Observation was something she did well, even when she was pretending to be deep in concentration over a Sudoku puzzle. (It wasn’t a very hard puzzle for her at all, but other people didn’t need to know that.) There was a hint of confidence in the way Suzy walked, but there was also a look in her eye-she was going to be fishing. As far as Taylor could tell, Suzy was still reeling from her last scandalous action, and was probably hoping to get something out of her to use for herself.

Suzy was certainly welcome to try. Taylor knew better, though, and there was really nobody in Sawyer better at making use of others than she was. It struck Taylor as funny, really, when she thought about it; nobody ever realized that she was behind what was going on. That was also a work of precision and caution, of course. If anyone ever figured her out, she would be in a far more insane position than Suzy had been in. But that was precisely why she didn’t get too close to anyone.

Except maybe Noah, but that cutie didn’t really count. 

“Hi!” Taylor cheerfully responded as Suzy settled by her. “Actually, there wasn’t much to do at home anyway,” she laughed. “I do have a few ideas though.”

[suzyethans]

Suzy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's Sawyer for you. It's a bit of an occupational hazard, if you will." Her eyes traveled across the table, noting the half-finished Sudoku. Taylor was a tricky one to figure out, that was for sure- usually, Suzy found it easy to slot the citizens of Sawyer into neat boxes according to their traits. Very rarely did she come across someone who defied sorting, and hovered in the grey area between friend and foe. The two of them were friendly, sure, but there was another side to Taylor-one she only glimpsed occasionally- that made her a true opponent.

Still, she thought, shaking her head slightly and smiling at Taylor, she wasn't here to analyze the girl. They were here to chat and plan a rocking party to spice Sawyer up a little. "I have plenty of ideas too!" she said, taking a slurp of her drink and relaxing further into her chair.

"I mean, obviously, we need to figure out a location. And as far as timing goes... how about Saturday night?" If they could get enough of the town involved, this party could be the event of the year. Maybe they should put a notice in the Sentinel? It's not like they had enough people in the town itself for there to be a serious gatecrasher situation.

An idea hit her and she jolted upright, a grin spreading across her face.

"Oh! We should theme it!"

[suzyethans]

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[thechrischapman-blog]

pushing buttons | chris & suzy

[thechrischapman-blog]

Chris hesitated, looking down at the woman who had caused so much trouble for his brother out of pure spite, and sighed. Dislike or no, he couldn’t stand there impassively and watch her have a panic attack. He knew from experience that they were horrific, and he figured the circumstances definitely weren’t helping her out. He racked his brain, trying to remember what Aaron had done for him in college.

Some kind of grounding physical contact was obviously a no-go, so Chris just sat down cross-legged on the floor in front of the hysterical woman. “Hey,” he said, keeping his tone firm but soft. “You’re having a panic attack, okay? Just, uh. Focus on me, and not the elevator, all right? It’s going to be fine. This kind of shit happens. It might take them a while to notice we’re in here, but once they do, they’ll call maintenance and get us out. And then you can go write a scathing article about it.” 

Okay, maybe he couldn’t hold off from the jab. He was a vaguely decent human being, not a fucking saint. 

[suzyethans]

Suzy drew in a sharp breath, aware of the way her whole body was shivering. She was going to die before she had a chance to write for The New Yorker, god-fucking-damnit. Her ears registered the sound of movement and it took a while for her head to catch, realizing that her companion had joined her on the floor. Ordinarily she would have laughed at his almost childish stance, but as of right then, she could only think the doors aren't on the floor of the elevator, you jackhole. He was talking to her, but she felt the words fly right over her head and promptly disappear into more panic, a smooth wall pressing down on her on all sides.

Her legs, cramped up beneath her weight, were starting to ache, and her palms, pressed against her fingernails, had begun to throb. A smaller, more simplistic part of her bore her focus down to the pain, and she heard Chris' last words clearly.

"And then you can go write a scathing article about it.”

She snapped her head up to lock eyes with him, anger rearing up in her with sudden force. For once, she didn't have a witty comeback at the ready, so she just glared at him with malice. He looked back calmly, and she fervently wished she was stuck in her with someone like Carson, who she could verbally throw around the room.

"I refuse" she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice and failing; "to deal with this."

She paused, drawing out the silence between them.

"This... this isn't me."

[misstaylordemarco-blog]

connivance? | taylor & suzy

There was a lot to be said about Suzy Ethans. As far as Taylor was concerned, Suzy was a challenge. It was usually easy for her to slowly attach ‘strings’ to people and all but make them her total puppets; the redhead was different. A lot of it had to do with the recent hullabaloo with the last piece she’d run, the one that wound up getting even the mayor involved. There was a hint of notoriety to Suzy now, and Taylor knew she needed to be extra careful with it.

A lot could be done with Suzy Ethans if she played her cards right. And Taylor never, ever, missed a target.

When she got a text from Suzy asking if they could meet for coffee about the upcoming party, she saw her chance. Throwing on jeans and a nice flowy shirt, she made her way to the coffeeshop, settling in a corner. She wasn’t usually early for get-togethers, but this was different. This was thrilling.

It wasn’t just party-planning that was going to happen over coffee.

But Suzy didn’t need to know that.

[suzyethans]

Suzy's phone buzzed and she leant across her bed to retrieve it, grinning when she saw Taylor's reply. There'd been talk of a party earlier in the week, and Suzy had decided to insert herself firmly into the planning process- texting Taylor with a proposal of coffee. She liked Taylor, and they were certainly friendly- but it wasn't like they were good friends, not like her and Penny. Still, Taylor had always had a nose for gossip, and a few harmless fluff pieces in next week's edition would go far in restoring her editor's faith in her. Besides, she thought, sliding her flats on- she could probably do with another friend.

Already dressed from her previous grocery store run, Suzy switched her cardigan for a fitted blazer, and chucked a bright silky scarf around her neck. Even on her days off it paid to be well dressed, especially since Taylor was regarded around town as quite the trendsetter. Grabbing her handbag, Suzy left the apartment and headed across town to the coffee shop, walking at a leisurely pace. A couple of metres before she got there, however, she stopped to apply a cursory swipe of dark pink lipstick, scoping out the occupied tables in search of Taylor. She spotted a head of dark caramel hair and smiled. She loved it when people were punctual.

Catching her eye as she entered the shop, Suzy widened her smile and gestured to the counter, stepping into line behind a gray haired man in a suit. She ordered, and, when her name was called, grabbed her coffee and made a beeline to where Taylor was seated.

"Hi!" she said, plonking her bag on the floor and settling into the squashy armchair. "You're early! Keen to get stuck into planning?"

[suzyethans]

　

[misstaylordemarco-blog]

I feel like throwing a party.

Is anyone up for a party? I think it’d be mad fun~!

[martyabe-deactivated20120619]

That’s a great idea!

I think a party is just what this town needs.

[suzyethans]

I'm in!

[suzyethans]

　

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49/50 photos of Emma Stone [●]

[thechrischapman-blog]

pushing buttons | chris & suzy

[thechrischapman-blog]

There were very few things that could make Chris regret trying to get out of the dentist’s office sooner than usual, and getting stuck in an elevator with Suzy Ethans was definitely at the top of the list. Especially since they seemed to be actually, well…stuck. He’d grabbed the handrail instinctively when the elevator had rocked, but shouldered past Suzy—who had let out a panicked screech—to look at the buttons of the elevator. 

He flipped open the emergency call box and picked up the phone. After a moment he set it back down, sighing. “There’s no dial tone. It looks like the power’s cut.” He pressed the button that would hopefully ring down to maintenance a couple of times, and then stepped back to the far end of the elevator. “We’re probably going to be here a while,” he said, not bothering to mask his frustration.

There were plenty of people he wouldn’t mind being stuck in an elevator with, but for it to be Suzy had to be some kind of punishment. He’d calmed down from his initial blind hatred of her—the combination of Aaron dealing with the article a lot better than Chris had expected and Ian babbling about her constantly had brought his seething anger down to a general dislike—but he couldn’t see how this was going to end well. Especially since he’d noticed a few of the doctors and aids heading to lunch—it could be at least an hour before anyone even realized that they were still in the elevator, and longer than that to get it fixed.

[suzyethans]

Suzy watched Chris pick up the phone, and mentally crossed her fingers that there was an incredibly hunky maintenance guy on the other end, just waiting to turn the lifts back to normal and get her out of there.

“There’s no dial tone. It looks like the power’s cut.”

Suzy swore softly under her breath and let herself slide onto the floor, crossing her arms tight over her chest. If the power was indeed cut, they were in a slightly safer position than if there had been a fault in one of the cables. All she had to do was not have a major freakout, and not bite the head off her unwilling companion in the process. She glanced up at the fluorescent lights flickering over head- two of them were still on, which had to be a good sign. Maybe there were two sets of generators in the building? Suzy had always been rubbish at electrical science in high school, so that was probably an incredibly wrong assumption.

“We’re probably going to be here a while”

Suzy scowled up at Chris, mentally placing the blame firmly on him. It was tempting fate to get into an elevator with someone who disliked you- she mightaswell have personally cut the power herself.

"Well that", she paused to take in a deep breath, trying to slow her heartrate, "Is just fan-fucking-tastic." She exhaled and closed her eyes, panic firmly enveloping her now. She was going to die inside a tiny metal box with a guy who hated her guts- the power would come back on and send them jolting down at speed, splintering at the bottom of the shaft. Or they'd suffocate first- there was only so much air an elevator cab could hold.

She sensed Chris staring at her, and snapped her head up.

"Why are you just standing there? Pry the doors open, or do SOMETHING, jesus christ!"

She was dimly aware that she was shouting, and probably talking way too fast, but it felt like the air in the cab had increased in weight suddenly, and sucking in her breath was becoming harder and harder. Suzy kicked off her heels and tucked her legs underneath her, huddling in on herself. They were never going to get out of there, she was sure of it.

[suzyethans]

ooc: hello new people! Suzy is definitely up for para-ing, so message me and we can plot~

[thechrischapman-blog]

pushing buttons | chris & suzy

Chris hated the dentist. Not in the regular way that people hated the dentist. Having braces as a kid had made him especially wary of anyone getting near his mouth with sharp objects—because seriously, fuck the orthodontist’s aid who had split his lip while pulling a bracket off; how the fuck was someone supposed to get over that? It took weeks of cajoling from Emily to get Chris to even make an appointment for an annual check-up, which was probably the most stupidly domestic thing they’d done in months. 

Chris lied back in the chair while a bored looking dentist’s aid picked at teeth with something that looked vaguely like a torture device, listening while she chattered back and forth with the other aid in the room. He started to seriously wonder if these people got paid by the word instead of by the hour. There was no other reason for him to be stuck with a mouth full of fluoride while he listened to the exploits of Sarah’s next door neighbor’s cousin’s boyfriend’s older sister and her good for nothing loser of a husband. He learned more about their lives than he ever would have cared to know in the thirty minutes that he was stuck there before the dentist finally came in and cleared him to leave.

He ducked down the hall, heading toward the elevator. The dentist’s office was only on the second floor of the building, but, well, Chris was lazy. The elevator doors started to close when he was still a ways down the hall. “Hey, hold the elevator!” He broke into a light jog, managing to duck through the doors just in time.

[suzyethans]

Suzy stepped away from the roof edge, crumpling her chocolate wrapper and shoving to the bottom of her bag, her head still swirling with vicious thoughts about the dentist, who seemed to think that she was going to take his suggestions on board wholeheartedly. Given the fact that she'd bolted up to the roof to practically inhale a dairy milk bar, it was highly likely that she would not be "Staying away from those sweets!" Yes, It was childish of her to ruin her almost completely sterile mouth so quickly after paying royally for the privilege, but to be honest, the dentist really wasn't fooling anyone with his attempts to be seen as "Not a regular dentist! A fun dentist!" There was only so much that comedy ties and brightly colored laces could do, and they had little affect on Dr. Wilton's underlying sense of resentment and menace.

Suzy let the door to the roof swing shut behind her, and shook her head, filing away her snide comments on the subject of the dentist for a future expose. Her mind drifted instead to the new Thai beef salad recipe that she was itching to try out, running through an inventory of her pantry and fridge. She absentmindedly pressed the call button for the elevator, thinking about how she was out of oyster sauce, and would the grocer still be open if she went there right after this? The elevator announced itself with a ding, and she slid in, hitting the button for the ground floor.

The elevator started it's descent, and Suzy took a deep breath. There were only 20-30 elevator-related deaths per year, and most of them were maintenance related, she reminded herself. She had a far better chance of being attacked by a shark, and this elevator only ran between 5 floors. This was fine, she thought firmly, focusing on watching the numbers count down. When they reached level three, the doors slid open, and Suzy was annoyed to recognize the bald head of the man who had, just minutes ago, had the majority of his fingers in her mouth. And not in a good way, either, she mused, avoiding eye contact and surreptitiously wiping the sides of her mouth to remove any lingering evidence. He stepped out at the next level, shooting a parting smile her way that was probably intended to be jolly, but instead came off rather threatening.

The doors began to close, and Suzy heard a man yelling to hold the elevator from down the hall. Her finger had just closed over the button that forced the doors to stay open when Chris Chapman all but dove into the cab, looking thoroughly dentisted. Shit, thought Suzy, dropping her hand and firmly staring at the wall. Of all the people in Sawyer, she was not on the best terms with the Chapman brothers right now, even though her article was like a month ago, and seriously, couldn't they just get over it already? Luckily, however, they were on the second floor, so her escape would be quick and easy. The doors slid shut and she chanced a sideways glance at him, noting that, up close, he and his brother did indeed share the same brand of stupidly curly hair. She opened her mouth to say something snide, but before she had a chance to deliver it, a shuddering thud rocked the cab, causing one of the overhead lights to black out.

Instead, she made a noise that was halfway between a screech and a gasp, and immediately grabbed at the handrail behind her.

"What the fuck was that?"

[martyabe-deactivated20120619]

What is there to do in this town?

Seriously.

[suzyethans]

Not much, unfortunately. All the action's in Dublin.

[suzyethans]

Covert Operation // Suzy & Ian

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Laughing softly, Ian angled the bike so that Suzy could get off easier. Not that he’d be overly relieved if she didn’t kick him in the back while getting off, he had to smile when she didn’t. Most of those he’d given a ride had either hardly cared how inelegantly they swung off, or been in such a hurry off the actual motorbike that they’d almost fallen. Could be because, in Sawyer, people seemed reluctant to get up on a strangers motorbike. Though defending oneself if you were noticing an attempt at kidnapping was rather easy on a motorbike.  

Ian fiddled with the break of the motorbike somewhat, weighing her words for a second. Then, turning the motorbike off, he pulled the motorbike closer to the building.  “You know, you had me at the joys of your apartment,” he said brightly, but slightly strained under the weight of the motorbike. He pulled out the kickstand from under the motorbike, and turned around to face Suzy, and winking somewhat. “But hey - a cute girl serving icecream? I like the sound of that,” he continued, grinning jokingly. He looked up at the building, waiting to be escorted. 

[suzyethans]

She watched as Ian weighed her words, her grin widening. This wasn't weird. It wasn't like she'd asked him up for coffee, aka the universally acknowledged pretense for hooking up. Still, she was glad when he made to abandon the bike, promising herself that no, even though The Cute Bartender was headed for her apartment, she did not have ulterior motives. Honestly, she just felt like icecream.

"Follow me, then. I'm on the second floor", she said, attempting to ignore that he'd called her cute in such an offhand way. "These stairs can be a bit killer, though- be glad that you're not wearing heels."

They started heading up the stairs, and she turned to grin at him. "Not that you seem like one for heels, but hey, I don't know your life" Guys in heels were definitely hot, she thought, losing track of which foot had to go on which stair. She stumbled a little, but lunged forward in an attempt to gain her balance again, eventually ending up at the top of the landing. She shrugged as if it were an everyday occurrence (it wasn't- usually she was as sure footed and poised as any ballerina), and slid her key into the lock, moving to shove at the door with her shoulder while the key turned. The door swung open and she turned to grin at the waiting Ian, making a grand sweeping gesture.

"Welcome to Casa Ethans!"

[martyabe-deactivated20120619]

Hey there!

[martyabe-deactivated20120619]

I’m sure you’ll think of something! You could always take a break, go for a walk. Might clear your mind!

[suzyethans]

Thanks for the advice, but given that I'm researching local vegetation, I'm pretty sure that experiencing the outdoors might exasperate the problem. Suzanne Ethans is not getting a scoop anytime soon, let me tell you. Where is it that you work again? We're always looking out for local businesses to feature, they make for a nice complement to the human interest section.

[martyabe-deactivated20120619]

Hey there!

How is everyone today? :)

[suzyethans]

Apart from this article that's kicking my ass? Pretty great.

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