#kokoopen

[miranda-little]

“And you are talking to me- why?” Saturated blue eyes pierced into the other person. She was too busy for this, and that made Miranda furious. “I don’t do autographs unless it’s for gala’s or press junkets. If you belong to neither of those, I suggest you walk away.”

[goxinsanearchived]

open to: f/nb suggested connections: roommate, colleague, crush, fwb, etc.

PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE RESPONDING

“Do you like it?” Koko asked as she stood in front of her grand mirror and admired the new wedding dress she made. It wasn’t for herself, but a friend. They were both the same size, so it was only fair that she’d try it on to make sure there weren’t flaws. It was her first wedding dress and Koko was beaming with excitement. As a fashion designer, you had to span yourself out with a wide variety of options, colours, fabrics, laces, and provide the correct sizes– she was happy with who she’s become so far and it was only a matter of time that things would continue to escalate in the right direction.

“My client wanted a lilac- modest looking– chiffon wedding dress that included a sweetheart neckline. It seems to fit pretty well and it’s exactly like my sketch. I hope she enjoys it when I show her next week.” Koko’s eyes stopped staring at the dress and at the other through the mirror. “I’m proud of myself.”

[goxinsanearchived]

open to: f/nb suggested connections: girlfriend 

PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE RESPONDING

“So, what is it that you had to tell me?” Koko seemed to be enjoying dinner, however, she wasn’t sure what the problem was. Was it good news like the other wanted to be fancy and propose? Or was she being dumped? If it was the latter, she knew the night would turn in for the worst. This was a cliche, being in a public place so there was no scene. Well, by now, after so many years in a relationship alongside the other, they should’ve know she wasn’t that kind of girl. Koko would’ve much rather gotten broken up, in private, where she wouldn’t look like a fool.  And the Gallagher-Yang’s were no fools.

Twirling her fork that had a gluten free spiral of noodles on it, she tilted her head curiously. “Did something happen?” Maybe something else and even more severe happened. Did they get laid off? Did they have a secret? These scenarios were getting more and more intense in the designer’s head, and if someone died; this wasn’t the place nor time to say it.

[beckettboyer-blog]

Setting: The Kokomo Theater

     Beckett was used to small towns. When he got a lead from someone that Olivia might be in some strange Midwestern town called Kokomo, he didn’t quite know what to expect. Especially being from the South, he was somewhat nervous to just go around town and ask people if they knew her, but he figured he had to start somewhere. He saw a few people gathered around the outside of the local theater and tapped someone’s shoulder, someone who was alone. “Hi,” he said lowly for a moment before clearing his throat; he couldn’t mask that southern drawl. “Do you happen to know someone by the name of Olivia Dixon?”