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@talianewman
Name: Talia ‘Lia’ Newman Age: 26 // D.O.B. February 24 Gender & pronouns: Cis woman / she/her Sign: spicy Pisces (thank u olivia rodrigo) Height: 5′5 Hair: brunette From: Long Branch, New Jersey Time in Bradford Springs: 4 months Neighborhood: Downtown Occupation: Filmmaker / server at local sports bar Siblings: Only child (but has an Emmy Rossum cousin who is a badass and people mistake them for sisters so growing up wasn’t lonely) FC: Rachel Sennott
missxgalaxyx:
Elise smiled as the other girl spoke. She enjoyed hearing the girl’s thought process to her question. “No, I think it’s quirky. And probably a little too sexy to be a nursery rhyme?” she asked, laughing gently. “No, I liked your idea. Why I like asking people this question, it’s personal to them. Do you sing though?”
"Oh yeah, it’s definitely not nursery rhyme appropriate. I was thinking more like, Courtney Love, Hole album, heroin chic mess type of thing. Even though I’m none of those things. But I’d want my theme song to have that grunge vibe, y’know?” She was making less sense than usual. “Umm. I used to, I guess? Dabbled in some theater,” she said with a shrug. The understatement of the century. “Can’t remember the last time I sang on a stage, but that’s all I ever did in school.”
mom_overtheedge
don’t call me, beep me if you wanna reach me.
Maxfield Parrish (US 1870 –1966)
Dusk,1942
beautiful snowy dawn
lucky-williams:
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“I don’t know man, was it in Cali or Florida? Because I don’t think I need to tell you how absolutely fucked Flordia is.” The headlines didn’t seem to do the place justice from what he’d heard. Lucky had yet to venture out to the east coast. In fact, besides the West coast, Colorado was as far inland as they had ever gotten. “That’s gnarly as hell, dude. But, you ain’t wrong. It does make for sick horror movie content.” He just wished it didn’t lead to so many people hurting sharks or scared to get in the water. The ocean was awesome. Lucky nodded. “Probably, dude is old as fuck but still landing sick tricks all the time. I legit want to be him when I grow up.” That brought up a question he wondered about a few days ago and forgot. “Is there a skate park in town?”
"New Jersey. We got beaches too,” she said, waggling her brows. Not exactly a point of pride, but not-not one either. It was complicated, her and her home state’s relationship. “Florida is definitely fucked, I agree. Was there once on vacation with my parents and I was covered in nothing but insect bites. Even repellent doesn’t work on the fuckers down there.” The humidity certainly wasn’t something Talia was used to, either. “Join the club. So did every guy I grew up with. Him and Bam Margera.” Fond memories of going to the skate park local to Asbury also coming up in her mind. “I have nooo clue. I just got here like, three months ago. If there is one, it’s stayed hidden from me. Not that it really matters, everything’s about to be buried in snow in a minute, isn’t it?”
lucindajohnson:
She grinned as she surveyed the bag, “oh yes gorgeous, I love that one,” she admitted. “I bought it for a client not that long ago and I’m not going to lie, it stared at me from the side just begging me to get one of my own,” she explained. “I think it’s the stitching, I just love it.”
"For a client? What do you do?” she asked, curious. “Man, I’m not even a designer gal. I definitely can’t afford it right now —or ever— but...I don’t know. I think I’m trying to fill a void in my soul by buying tons of unnecessary shit, you feel me?” she said, laughing a touch awkwardly.
coopersandoval:
Who: @talianewman When: 2 weeks ago (early November) Where: Big Rockie’s Sports Bar (???)
The flight flew by, from the three drink vouchers passed on from mama Fee that she never used to her much needed trip to Cabo and a Gayle Lancaster from Denver; the near zero temps shocked him into reality real quick. With no place in mind other than the addy Talia gave him some weeks back, he did the know the name of the restaurant she was slinging pies at - some sports bar, Hooters-lite which also was perfect because he was now hungry as fuck.
Slickly sliding in the entrance, Jets hoodie secured and tight around his head, the airport fleece a solid purchase that he had zipped all the way up. Ordered a craft beer at the bar. His gross-out reflex reacted to instantly as he found a vacant corner spot near two pork bellied eyes glued on the Bronco’s game, waiting patiently for whenever Talia was going to pass- when she did, almost chocking on the possible missed opportunity of calling out. his voice deepening and an attempt at one of these country western came out, “Excuse me- uh, miss ma’am- I think there’s a mistake with my beer, I ordered not shit. this is complete ass. What’re you gonna do about that?”
Talia was in the middle of what felt like the busiest shift of her life, bussing trays back and forth between the tables, ignoring guys who were a little too thick and red in the neck making wisecracks masquerading as very thinly veiled flirts, and attempting to appease any and all karens who might pass through. Surprisingly many, for the type of bar it was. She was all ears and prepared to ‘What seems to be the issue’ the guy speaking, until she paused and did a double take of epic, cartoonish proportions to realize who it was that was actually speaking. "Motherfucker.” She gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. And then a hug, empty tray lowered to her side so she went in for a one-armed one. “When did you get in?! I thought you were coming like, later tonight? Oh my god, this is amazing.” Friends she had few and far in between in this place, so a genuine friend, a real friend was occasion enough to party. “We are going out and getting fucked up tonight. Like. That’s happening.” Already making plans for the two of them, no asking if’s or when’s or if he was ready for them. That was just that.
nancyvoight:
“Holy fuck!” Nancy’s eyes practically bugged out of her head as Talia talked numbers, swallowing and licking her lips to bleat in complete disbelief, “Snowboards are that expensive? For real?” How long did people even use the same board for? Somehow, she’d always thought of them as weirdly disposable items; use the gear for a winter, dump it, and start fresh the next. But apparently not. Shaking her head, she scooped up another gloopy fry, wistfully thinking about everything she’d drop half a grand on. “Retch-up,” she repeated, snorting out a laugh around her bite, at least having the courtesy to hold a hand in front of her mouth. “I dig that. Let’s bottle it and sell it like that idiot on TikTok.” Leaning forward, Nancy sipped from her soda’s straw without using her hands, humming a little while listening to Talia. As much as she was dreading winter, her first real one in two years since having been posted up in Silver Lake for so long, checking out some of the lodges around town sounded like a good time. “Maybe I’ll tag along with you whenever the season starts,” she suggested, inviting herself without an offer. “How often should I expect to see you wipeout?”
"Oh yeah,” Talia nodded. “You want a good board, you’re looking at like, 400 bucks minimum. I honestly don’t know how I got mine so cheap but gift horse and all that. Not gonna question it. If Burton made an error they’ll have to pry that baby from my cold dead hands. Look. At this. Gorgeous thing.” She whipped her phone out to show Nancy, already displaying it to anyone who asked like a prized child. It was her big investment of the season that she couldn’t exactly afford, but was buying anyway. “The pink sauce? You do that. I’ll buy cases to support. I have like negative business sense so anything with me in it would tank fast, faster than the guy who pitched the bacon alarm clock on Shark Tank.” She knew Nancy was only joking, but she had to get that out there. Talia picked a strawberry off of the plate of waffles and fruit she had ordered and decided was too full to eat when it came. Popping the cut up fruit in her mouth. “I wipe out all the time. Like, all the time. You’re welcome to come watch. Pretty sure I’ll be riding solo unless one of my friends gets here, so you’re more than welcome to join. Hop on a pair of skis while you’re at it. Rental is like $20 for the day. That’s like, two venti lattes.”
blueodonnell:
OPEN STARTER WHERE: Ambrosia Coffee Co.
Blue was casually drinking a hot matcha latte at Ambrosia, doing what Blue did best – draw. He had just been commissioned for a book about learning the alphabet. He didn’t want to do the standard “A for Apple”, “B for Book” vibe so he was racking his brain for other examples. Blue looked up from his drawing tablet. “A for…amphibian? Alien? What do you think…too much for a kindergartener?”
“I think alien could be cute but y’know...it’s kind of an ambiguous word,” Talia cut in, sipping her own latte, offering her two cents whether she was asked for it or not. “Like, apple doesn’t have any ambiguity. It can only be an apple. So maybe like...anteater?”
Malwine Stauss
jaylen-stokes:
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Jaylen smiled at her as she stepped off the treadmill. “Hey, first step done, and you did it well.” He said just to encourage her a little bit more. He knew it could always be frustrating or scary for people at first. “That’s it? You didn’t eat any food?” He said, raising his eyebrows. He didn’t want to run her off but he knew now he needed to keep a closer eye on her. “It’s important to eat a little something before a workout. Even if it’s a piece of toast.. just need something on your stomach. Let me know if you start feeling bad at all okay?” He said reassuringly. “I think for now let’s start you off with some eights and we can always drop down. I just want to get a good baseline and see where you are at.” Jaylen went to the rack and grabbed the two eight pound weights, handing them to her.
"I’m not a big breakfast person,” she admitted with a laugh. “Unless like...someone’s cooking for me.” But that was usually her dad or Sam and obviously neither of them were here with her now. “Like, sometimes I’ll have a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, but I’m trying to do the whole healthy thing.” Case in point, being here, with him. “Noted for future though. A piece of toast.” She watched as he picked up the eight pound weights, taking them and gripping one in each hand, tight. Deep breath. “Okay so I just...lunge down that way and come back up again?” she asked, pointing to the end of the room.
lucky-williams:
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“Sounds dope. I will keep all that in mind before I hit the powder.” He’d heard the word used a lot of times but never had a chance to say it. “I only saw a shark once while I was surfing. It’s super rare you’ll ever get attacked by one.” That was kind of a lie. Lucky had seen a few sharks but there was only one he was ever worried about. That one was just a little too big and close on a stormy day. “And you can wear knee pads. Tony Hawk wears knee pads, he’s still skating at like 200. I don’t know how old he is.”
"Oh yeah? Then why did I hear about a bunch of shark attacks growing up? One of ‘em even got my friend’s cousin. Bit a chunk of his leg off. I know what you mean, though. I don’t think they’re as vicious or confrontational as we like to pretend they are. Make for great horror movie material though,” she said, sitting up in her chair. “I don’t know how old he is either. He must be 80 now, right? 82, at least.” There was a tiny ounce of sarcasm in her voice, not entirely meaning it. But also not-not meaning it, either.
nancyvoight:
“You couldn’t’ve bought a new board from a shop in town? Supported our local economy, hm?” Nancy was being obnoxiously facetious, a private smirk cutting across her lips as she glanced to the brunette before resuming her disgusting act of mixing an excessive amount of ranch and ketchup together on the edge of her plate. “I’ve never been skiing before,” she answered, a little more serious while bathing a waffle fry in the concoction and then popping it in her mouth. She hummed and asked around the mouthful, “Can y’ride the ski lift up jus’ for shits and giggles? Or do they, like, auto-eject you at the top or something?”
“Listen, if I’m gonna drop money on a board, I want it to be the best. Why get second best? It’s like investing in a good car. You want it to last you in the long run. Plus, I got some insane sale that had it going for around 200 instead of 600. What is that like, a 400% markdown?” Talia was just speaking out of her ass, truthfully very little clue how money worked, to this day. Her eyes dropped to Nancy’s plate and the ranch and ketchup swirling together like a bad Jackson Pollock. “What would you call that? Retch-up?” she said, smirking at her own clever wordplay. Maybe it wasn’t that clever, but she was going to give herself the credit anyway. “You can totally ride up without skis. I’ve done that before. It’s so fun to watch people and just drink on the way up and make fun of everyone below wiping out...good spectator sport.”
allthingslexi:
Who: Open
Where: Anywhere that has drinks.
“So, are you a vodka, tequila or whiskey type of person?” Instead of heading home immediately once she was done with her shift and closed up for the night Lexi decided to go out on a rare occasion. Lexi decided to just try and relax and put her mind at ease. She doesn’t like to how lately her heart races at every sound and notification on her phone because of this she’d rather be around people. “You know you can tell a lot about someone based on their drink preference.”
“Oh, I’m an everything gal. I have horror stories from each of those so it’s like... pick a poison, I got a story to tell. I don’t really discriminate. Although... Tequila seems to somehow bring out the worst in me. Like putting all my crazy in a blender and letting it loose on everyone,” she said casually, laughing. “You? What’s your choice? And what does my non-preference preference say about me?”
screaming songs in the car together>>>
