— way it goes ;

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tristan-anand-warp·:

Tristan had decided to explore the complex a bit more thoroughly than he had during his virtual tour. He had barely been here a month, so one couldn’t entirely fault him for not seeing all the complex had to offer. He had frequented the gym, but he hadn’t made his acquaintance with the more social areas of the apartment. Between work, setting up his apartment, and trying to find meetups to find friends, Tristan had almost neglected to make himself get out to see what the apartment had: both in amenities and the other occupants.

He thought nothing of it as he entered the elevator and saw the floor he wanted already pressed. It would have taken him a while to notice if the woman with him hadn’t pointed it out. His brown swept over all the lighted buttons. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Misery does love company,” he mused, a slight tease in his voice. “Although, some newer elevators have a deactivation option if you hit the button again. Wonder if this one does.”

"Tell me about it,” Joanna agreed with a click of her tongue, glaring at the lit-up buttons. Wasn’t enough that the brat had to press one button unnecessarily, he just had to press all of them. Joanna didn’t think much would come from the interaction but the man beside her spoke again and what he said peaked her interest. “Oh dude, forreal?” She asked, her body turned slightly to him now with her brows raised. If that was the case, Joanna took a stab at it. Literally. Taking the pointer finger of her right hand and giving it a firm jab to see if it would cancel out. And... to no such luck. The woman frowned at the still lit-up buttons. “Well, it was worth a shot, right?” Her shoulders lifted and sunk in a shrug. “I’m Joanna by the way.” She introduced herself with an extension of her hand, seeing as they’d be stuck together for some time ( at least longer than it normally took to get to the first floor ). “But call me Jo. Everyone does.”

[thatchickjoanna]

heartshvker·:

“you’ve got to be joking,” ryuichi furrows his dark brows in annoyance as he glances at the display of illuminated elevator buttons. as if going up to the tenth floor wasn’t a long enough of ride as it was already. “brat with a nanny? how come i didn’t see them, mhm?” actually, he did catch a glimpse of the pair, but since he was going to be stuck with the blabbering neighbour for a while, the rockstar figured he might as well kill some time by messing with her. “seriously, just admit that it was you. you’re the only one in the elevator, so there’s no one else who could have done it,” he points out, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “you just wanted to spend some one on one time with me, and couldn’t think of another way how to do it. it’s okay, i’m not judging you or anything. honestly, i think shy girls are hot.” 

“Okay, first of all. Dude. I am not a shy girl. I will kick your ass in a bar fight if it came to it.” Words that failed to be as intimidating as she ( playfully ) intended coming from her tiny frame of 5′2″. “Secondly, I don’t even know you, bro. Like wow yeah, totally just pressed all these buttons to spend time with an absolute stranger.” An objectively attractive one but no one asked. Probably a good thing though since this guy looked like he was the type to waste an extra five minutes gawking at himself in the mirror. “Someone’s obsessed with themselves and it’s not me,” she joked rather comfortably for someone who didn’t quite know who she was talking to. A terrible habit of hers that she had yet to get rid of considering all of the times it landed her in trouble. But Jo was an expert procrastinator so here it still was, alive and well a year into her third decade of living.

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melindafm·:

melinda  couldn’t  help  but  shoot  a  glance  at  the  other  after  realising  all  the  buttons  were  pressed .  the  woman  did  manage  to  get  a  sigh  out  but  not  much  else  as  the  other  started  to  ramble  with  an  explanation .  in  all  honesty ,  she  wasn’t  interested  so  stood  in  the  elevator  with  her  hands  clasped ,  looking  over  at  the  younger  woman  every  so  often  to  check  if  she  had  stopped  talking .  taking  out  her  ear  piece ,  melinda  raised  her  eyebrows . “  are  you  done ?  i’ve  been  through  extremely  long  elevator  rides  in  my  time  so  i  think  i’ll  survive .”  it  didn’t  bother  her  so  much  now  that  she  knew  she  didn’t  have  to  share  the  elevator  with  the  culprit .  “ do  you  always  talk  this  much  ? ”

Extremely long elevator rides? What kind of buildings has this woman been in? ( Empire State Building, she thought? Must have had a lot of floors. ) "Uh yeah, yeah, I’m done.” She normally wasn’t one to be so nervous but being the only one in the elevator when all of its buttons were pressed felt like being caught at a crime scene. You just had to explain yourself. “Uhh, me? I’m-- yeah, I guess a little. Only when I’m caught in situations that are specifically this, though. Or like, I’m at the dentist’s. Otherwise, I’m practically a mime.” A beat. “A real grade-A quiet cool girl over here,” she joked sarcastically with a hint of a laugh before clearing up, “I’m joking by the way..?” Because number one, a real grade-A quiet cool girl would never verbally call herself ‘ a real grade-A quiet cool girl ’ and also she’s pretty sure she lost whatever badass points she gained in her teen years when she cried over how adorable her son looked in a onesie that one time. “You normally talk this little?” She asked for conversation’s sake.

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She swears to God it wasn’t her. And that was saying a lot because Joanna wasn’t even religious. "Hey, hi--” The petite woman broke the quiet once someone joined her in the elevator. “This--” She gestured to the elevator buttons that had all of its floors pressed. “--this wasn’t me,” she just had to clarify. “Like there was some brat here with a nanny that looked she was about to lose it and like, he pressed all of the buttons before he got off so technically we’re suffering together and not you suffering at the hands of me.” Because she just had to get that out. Maybe it was the many years of her always being the guilty one by default, but she just felt like it was important to speak up and clear her name before one of her neighbors irrecovably hated her forever. “Just to clarify.”

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peachaful·:

          newly  moved  into  the   residence  ,  bonnie  tried  extra  hard  to  be  well  acquainted  with  the  established  RESIDENTS  of  wisteria  .  the  best  way  to  accomplish  this  was  in  the  lobby  .  occupying  one  of  the  couches  with  her  work  ,  bonnie  did  HER  BEST  to  greet  anyone  who  passed  with  a  smile  as  well  as  some  freshly  baked  goods  .  to  the  person  walking  near  ,  bonnie  gestured  at  her  platter  of  ASSORTED  baked  goods  all  made  from  scratch  .  ❝  hi  ,  hello  !  we  just  moved  in  so  i  thought  i’d  do  something  nice  .  i  know  movers  can  be  frustrating  to  deal  with  so  please  consider  this  an  apology  .  ❞

“Whoa--!” Joanna was caught off guard at the friendliness. She peered at the tray of baked goods for a moment before veering her eyes back up to the face of the offerer. “Baked goods? Just for like, anyone? Because of movers?” Damn, that was nice. When she moved in, she just tried to get shit done as fast as possible, not a care for any disturbing she might have been doing because moving was moving, man. Shit happened. Then again, she didn’t really have that much stuff either so who knew what kind of racket this lady was prematurely apologizing for. “Are you bringing in a whole platoon or what?” She asked jokingly as she took a small danish off of the offered platter and gave it a bite.

[thatchickjoanna]

laurentfm·:

                 ❛   JUST   TAKE   YOUR   DRINK   AND   leave   ,   you’re   embarrassing   yourself   .   ❜   rarely   did   the   heir   inconvenience   himself   with   situations   that   didn’t   CONCERN   him   .   but   with   the   peace   being   disturbed  within   the   grind   time   ,   a   cleverly   titled   cafe   nested   in   wisteria   apartments   ,   he   thought   it   was   his   civic   duty   as   an   EQUALLY   ,   insufferable   asshole   to   stand   up   to   yet   another   asshole   .   ❛   come   on   now   ,   don’t   be   shy   —   get   the   fuck   out   .   ❜   his   monotone   statement   boomed   through   the   cafe   .   bowen   didn’t   WINCE   as   the   customer   left   waving   his   fist   as   he   did   .   his   body   remained   tense   ,   ❛   the   nerve   of   some   fucking   people   .   ❜

Living in an apartment complex such as this, it wasn’t uncommon to witness totally whacked out public blow-ups. Joanna could already tell from the way the guy could barely wait in line and was trying to cut that some bullshit would take place at the Grind Time today. Luckily for her, her patience didn’t wear thin fast enough and someone else stepped in to deal with the mess. “Sheesh. Some people, man. Real assholes.” She couldn’t help but comment in agreement as she watched the loser storm away. “Thanks for the solid,” she mentioned offhandedly. “Now we--,” meaning the handful of people occupying Grind Time and lobby at the moment, “--can all overdose on caffeine in peace.”

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sanguincs·:

         THERE WAS NOTHING worse than a headache. alec knew that because he was used to being one. — it takes more than half an hour to end the phone call that had woken him up, and a few more minutes to get ready to leave. by the time he reaches the hallway, he was sure he would fire someone.   “ hello. ”   his voice is quiet and he nods at the other before entering, not giving them too much attention. and when the elevator comes to a halt before reaching its destination, he is sure god was mocking him today. this was truly the cherry on top.   “ if you scream, i will scream louder. don’t do it. don’t do it. ”

Oh shit. Like literally, please no. She doesn’t want to die in an elevator. That’ll be a horrible way to go. “Hm, what? Scream? I’m not going to scream. Are you going to scream?” She tossed back at the man in the elevator with her. “Because you brought it up first, man,” she reminded. It was easier to engage in conversation than think about losing air, all the water in her body through sweat, and like dying from starvation probably. Though surely the fire department would arrive before then, right?

[thatchickjoanna]

hneydew·:

taking a sip from her espresso, hana looks around the lobby of the complex hoping to clear her mind from the current case she was working on. out of the corner of her eye, she spots something falling towards the ground. forehead wrinkling, she scans the area for it’s owner. “hey there.” she starts, hoping she wasn’t mistaken. “i think you dropped this?”

Joanna twisted around at the sound of someone's voice, gaze lowering when the word dropped is mentioned. It takes her a second but she soon recognizes the offered paper as the grammar worksheet her son proudly showed her not ten minutes ago. This kid, she thinks, as she takes the paper from the stranger with a nod of her head and sheepish half smile. “Thanks,” she says sincerely, “it’s-- it’s my son’s.” Speaking of her son, she looks over her shoulder where her 11 year-old was currently so engrossed with a Rubik’s cube that he couldn’t even tell that his book bag wasn’t properly zipped up.

“Ryder, dude.” Joanna chides him lightly with a faux annoyed look, wiggling the worksheet in front of him before he utters an ‘ oops! ‘ and goes to take it with a small mutter of ‘ thanks ’.  “Zip up your bag, man. You could lose all your pencils or something, you gotta thank this nice lady for having the eyes of an eagle.” Joanna tilts her head towards the woman she spoke to earlier. Worksheet now unceremoniously shoved halfway into her son’s bag, the boy goes ‘ thank you ! ’ before returning his attention to the Rubik’s cube his hands. 

“Kids these days, amirite?” Joanna says with a small sigh now that it was just adults again. “Thanks.” Again. Because it was really fucking nice when strangers were nice. “He’d like, forget his head if it wasn’t attached to him. I blame it on the fact that he’s two years away from raining hell on my life.”

[thatchickjoanna]

             joanna massey. thirty-one. apartment 406.

                     has lived in wisteria apartments for two years.

                             + FREE-SPIRITED / - SARDONIC

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Joanna Grace Godwin-Massey Nicknames: Jo ( preferred ) , Jojo ( rarely and only by really old friends ) Age: 31 Date of Birth: May 27, 1989  Occupation: Pastry Chef

Gender: Female Nationality: American Hometown: Alexandria, Virginia Religion: Atheist  Languages: English, the slightest bit of Spanish

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 5′2″ Build: Lean but not toned, decent arms and legs tho from kneading dough and chasing around her kid

Distinguishing Features: small scar just above her left brow from falling off a playground while drunk when she was a teenager ( dumbass ! ) Tattoos: 1.24.09 on her inner right forearm ( it’s her son’s birthday, hard to read because the numbers are read from her side ) Piercings: Earlobes (both ears), Industrial (right ear), Helix (right ear)

ABOUT JOANNA

— Joanna was born to a conservative family in Alexandria, Virginia. She was always a bit of a wildcard from a young age so she didn’t fit in very well and quickly became the family disappointment as she got older

— She’s the second youngest of six siblings. She always jokes that if her parents just had a TV in their bedroom, there wouldn’t be so many of them. She’s closest to her youngest sibling and otherwise mildly to really dislikes the rest of them because they’re “judgmental fuckers”.

— Her pregnancy was unplanned and happened way too early in her life. She wasn’t 16 and Pregnant material but she didn’t think she’d be almost 20 with a baby on the way either. But rather than terminate the pregnancy, she carried it through and figured she had to turn her life around for once in her life.

—  Single mom. Definitely the chill and unconventional type but she’s a good mom. Has a big chip on her shoulder because of how shitty her mom was to her, so she vowed to never be that shitty to her kid. “Ain’t about being the best, just about not being horrible.” Her words that she lives by.

— Never formally studied to be a pastry chef. Landed a job doing the baked goods at a local restaurant in her hometown and became hella good at it. Over the years became good friends with one of the regular patrons who turned out to be a real Richie Rich and offered her the position of pastry chef at a restaurant she planned to open in LA. Basically how she has her job without the proper credentials. She owes her life to Natalie.

— Has finally made enough money to consider starting her very own ( very small ) business. Though, consider is the key word here. She’s got a kid to worry about so she’s very hesitant to make any risky moves. Moving to LA when Ryder was still a toddler was the riskiest thing she’s done since he was born. Though, she can’t deny that she’s itching for something more challenging lately.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

DRINKING BUDDIES ; She hires a babysitter and lets her child go on sleepovers specifically for this reason. A bitch needs to let loose and no one loves a hard drink more than Jo.

FORMER CO-WORKER ; Back when she first moved to LA and the restaurant was still in its pre-opening stages, she worked a lot of odd jobs on top of working on the menu.

ONE NIGHT STAND ; Sometimes you’re out and things work out. Some dude ( or chick ) she rolled around in bed with and left right after they passed out. 

YOUR ORDER ; Accidentally received your coffee order at Grind Time and now I know you specifically by your coffee order and call you that if/when I see you around.

MOVING IN ; Either you helped her with a couple of boxes when she was moving in two years ago, or she saw you moving in any time during her two year residence and helped you ( along with her kid, of course ).

Open to anything! Let’s brainstorm if none of these float your fancy.

[bob-belcher]

[annakendrick4ever]

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[quotemadness]

I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.

Douglas Pagels (via quotemadness)

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