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her name is annalise hawthorne

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*  HONOR.

“no, no. go ahead.” she shifted to make room for him to sit, patting the spot next to her in invitation. “hey, don’t knock karaoke. i’m the queen of karaoke thursdays at tops. you probably just haven’t found the right signature song yet. katy perry is very much not the vibe for you. i’m thinking something classic, like fleetwood mac, maybe go your own way. you could really sell it.”

“don’t hold your breath,” he scoffed through a smile. “you couldn’t pay me enough. plus, anything i’d organically pick would bring the mood down: if i chose something karaoke environment appropriate, it’d would be a farce, and i’m no phony,” he explained, before taking a hit. “but i’m definitely making a note to come visit your tops residency next week. what’s your signature song? my gut puts you in the throwback britney family, but i think you’ve got a secret dark side. maybe alanis morrisette? a little fiona apple?” 

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*  PHE.​

“right?” phe replied, “like, i was really out here buying mugs that matched my bedspread. i thought i had it all figured out.” the last sentence is only said half in jest. with a sigh, she closed the tapestry window, “no, i’m just… pining, i guess.” pining for things she couldn’t afford. phe dramatically sagged back into her chair. “that is a feat, though. like, no matter how much i clean my family’s place, it always looks like a tornado made of crayons tore through it.” 

“you know what would cover up the crayons? a stylish tapestry. or maybe even, like, a plain colored one. let the rugrats doll it up with their originals,”  she started, before excitedly sitting up. “this could be a business model, honestly. buy plain sheets, let the anklebiters mark them up, then flip them for a profit. it saves your furniture, plus, with sales from assorted moms and grandmas alone, you’d make real money.”

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*  FREDRICK.

“ so i have this great idea ! ” he begins , eyes beaming with pride at the light bulb that has gone off in his head. “okay, okay. so imagine this,” arms extend out in front of him as if he’s painting a picture of it all, “you’re at the game and your favorite team is tied neck and neck, it’s a fight to the death, and there’s only a few minutes left. it’s counting down, the minutes, the seconds, and bam! they score the winning goal. the crowd’s going crazy, you’re celebrating their amazing victory and your arms go up in the air with your beer in your hand — and that’s where it all goes wrong!” he shakes his head in lament. “you’re beer goes everywhere, man! just all over the floor and no more for you. well, what if i told you i had a solution to that? a beer belt! you attach it to your belt loops and now instead of dropping it everywhere, it’s safely tucked at your belt and the best part is, it doesn’t have to be beer! i know the name is misleading but you can use it to hold your hot dog, your cotton candy, your popcorn — just remember not to squish it all together or drop your food in your drink ‘cause i can tell you from personal experience, it doesn’t always taste good even though you think it will. but yeah! whadda ya think?” / @ open starter !

“nearly flawless logic, freddo, but consider that i’m a mover and a shaker. papa’s gotta have his hip mobility, what if i have to so a little victory shimmy?” wolfe posited, only half joking, as they were prone to busting a move.  “or if things go south, and we’re getting a little rowdy in the stands. one wrong hip-check, and i’ve got a wet crotch, which, i think we can all agree is worse than just spilled beer. not to mention, it immediately becomes fodder for whatever ruffian the other team’s brought out. they’ll simply have a field day on me,” he rambled, knowing this riffing was less than productive, but having fun all the same. “but i admire your gumption. it takes a lot to pitch like that, and i’ve got high hopes regarding your future on shark tank now. you’ve got a true entrepreneurial spirit. any other hot ideas you’re workshopping?”

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*  EZRA.

        “TO BE COMPLETELY fair, sir, i didn’t know it fell into my bag…” she cooed, leaning against the counter as she trailed her finger against the gas, batting her lashes at the store owner as she watched him turn to jelly. “it was a total accident, i feel so bad, i didn’t mean to stress you out….roland.” she drew out his name as she read his nametag, and that did the trick, the older man quickly assuring her it was alright. and like that, she turned on her heel and walked out with ease, smirking as she dangled the shiny object in pride, “score.”

as worldly as lila likes to pretend she is, the dazzle of a manuever like this is still enough to have her wrapped around ezra’s finger. perhaps it was still aftershocks from her own straight-laced upbringing: she was a goody two-shoes, always too scared to take chances, but that clearly wasn’t something her friend had ever dealt with. “i can’t believe you got away with it! i mean, he fully watched you pick it up and put it in your bag, but you still talked your way out of it. do you understand how powerful you are?” she asked, speaking in an excited, but hushed tone, as if the shopkeep could still hear her outside of the store. “so what do you do with it now? or is it just about, like, the thrill of the lie?”

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*  OPHELIA​.

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phe stared wistfully at the selection of tapestries on her laptop screen. “do you remember picking out all the decor for your dorm during freshman year? wish i could feel like that again.” 

“they really need to bottle that shit, right?” rory laughed, scrolling through twitter on her phone. “when i rolled up to orientation with my little string lights and records to mount on the wall, you genuinely couldn’t tell me shit. i was convinced that i was why they named storms after people, and all that,” she said. “you doing some redecorating? because not to brag, or anything, but i’m the sole reason my dad’s house didn’t look like it had been tragically robbed, abandoned, and taken over by stray dogs after my mom moved out. i ove a good design challenge.”

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*   HONOR.

“oh, sorry.” honor glanced up and straightened her posture, pulling her drink closer. “i didn’t think anyone would come out here. i can go if you want some privacy.”

“no, you’re good,” joel assured her, before taking a seat next to her. “i mean, privacy was the goal, but you don’t count -- unless you’re gonna try and make me sing katy perry too. but i assume you’re also hiding out from the karaoke brigade,” he guessed, before pulling a preroll from behind his ear. “do you mind if i..?”

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*  SCHUYLER.

“we should play a game.”

“fine. but i refuse to play checkers with you again. i can’t prove it, but i know you were cheating: you cannot get that many kings just naturally.”

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Super detailed questions about your OCs

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? 2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? 3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? 6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? 7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? 42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? 43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? 44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? 47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? 48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

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* MICAH.

a short stretch of cement steps lead to the small stoop of the hanna front door. micah doesn’t punch the weathered little button to signal his arrival — not able to recall a time he ever did, or whether it even worked. instead he shoulders into the familiar front parlor, 30-rack thwacking against the doorframe. he’d been balancing the weight of 300-odd ounces of beer with his thumb-through-middle fingers — cramping and purple-tinged from cut circulation — and they cave from the impact. cardboard splitting open against the oak flooring, its contents strewing about. “fucking dammit,” micah mutters, angry heat creeping up the back of his neck. he hurls a plush can of white paw, a gift for the guest of honor, to the ground; a toddler defying the need to clean up after playtime. 

still, he squats and begins collecting frosted cans; thrown haphazardly back into their case, tipped up on its in-tact side. one rogue beverage skitters through the archway into the dining room, trailing condensation like a slug. it’s stopped by a shoe. micah follows a stretch of leg up to a familiar face; in place of a greeting, there’s an eye roll. “snapchat this and i will retaliate,” he tells her, scuttling a little like a crab to reach under one of the couches. “should have you slobbering on motel pillows up and down the west coast somewhere in my camera roll.” @thunderoads​

she’d been looking for the man - or rather, dog - of the hour when she ran into micah. but where she’d expected to see reggie on the ground, she instead caught her ex. he was someone rory considered one of her first ex’s of any real significance, and she wasn’t sure how to proceed: as the dumper, she didn’t really have a grounds to give him the cold shoulder. and he came to her dad’s dog’s party, which felt like a good sign (even if it was more than likely he was only around to see her brother). she braced for him to do his worst, affraid that she knew him well enough to accurately predict he was going to go for something cutting.

but he picked at her, and she immediately felt at ease. sentimentality, she couldn’t take. bruised pride would have her at a loss, resentment would back her into a corner, but ribbing? she knew she could keep up with this. rory pretended to weigh out her options, tapping her phone against the side of one of her hands. “see, the thing you’re missing is that i am extremely cute. even drooling, any pictures you got of me sleeping would be so sweet and feminine and demure that anyone would immediately forget how gross the slobber is, because i’m just such a little angel. and i just wonder if this is going to have the same versatility. i mean, you’ve got range, but adorable is a stretch,” she explained, opening the camera on her phone with no real intentions of taking a photo. “i could be persuaded to lay off with a beer though. if you know anyone who has any.”

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* SOLEIL.​

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THEY LAUGH SOFTLY ALONG WITH HIM, gratefully taking the other glass. her first drink of something post-show, she’s quick to take a shameless swig. “ my persona. ” soleil repeats back to him, before quickly adding, “ you know if there’s one thing i like doing, it’s upsetting old people past their due date. ” the blonde jokes, before raising her glass only slightly as a form of cheers. “ well, it’s much appreciated, stephen. it was really cool that you came out tonight. ” she’s genuine in that statement, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “ oh, duh. the thought’s crossed my mind about a million times. picking up and going.. anywhere else, just me and my bandmates ?? ” she lets out a sigh, before shrugging. “ i dunno. it’s a big leap. some of us aren’t ready to fully commit. and money’s tight. for all of us. ” god, did she really wanna get into this now ?? after such a high ?? “ eventually, though.. maybe we’ll start going out of state. gotta start small, and all of that. not gonna lie though, it’s gonna be weird playing those shows and not seeing like, familiar faces. ” soleil hums, before taking another sip of her drink. “ between you and me, though, if it were up to only me, i would’ve started touring ages ago. ”

he laughed, and launched into a joking defense. “yeah, your persona. i know you’re not used to real, serious music critics around here, among familiar faces, but i’m just trying to help elevate your craft,” he nodded, a joke that was perhaps a bit to dry, but classically stephen. he nodded as she explained her reasonings for staying planted in norbury, and contemplatively took a sip from his pint glass.”i didn’t mean to bring the vibe down,” he clarified. “but trust me, i get money problems.” he thought ot his living situation, the one thing he was trying to keep off his mind, as he said this, and shifted in his jacket as he tried to shake it. “that’ll just make it all the sweeter when you do get out of here though. i can’t imagine you wouldn’t, one of these days. i mean it,” he said, and the sentiment was sincere. he was quick to try and rope it back some. “you wouldn’t be able to shake norbury that easy either. they still lose their minds over that guy who walked in the boson marathon. he didn’t even do like, notably good, people here will just grasp onto anyone who manages to get out and do something. you’ll have loads of familiar faces who don’t leave you alone, no matter how far you go - myself included. say the word, and i’ll put in my two weeks at the motel. i can be your first groupie, if i’m not too late.

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* AUSTIN.

he clicks listlessly through tv channels, settling on a re-run of impractical jokers. his head knocks against the back of the couch. a lazy smile creeps along his lips, in part because joe’s house is covered in wrapping paper and that punishment is still a classic, but primarily because of the memories elicited by camryn’s questions. he trails back into the kitchen, propping an elbow on the countertop by the stove. “smelling very artificial in here,” he remarks, wafting over the pan with the hand not still grasping his bottle. “delicious.” he departs for a second before rejoining her, back with what he knew would be tucked into the bottom of the produce drawer. bagged salad mix. “for our side,” he says, pulling a mixing bowl from a cabinet. 

“depends on which sweetie you were, i guess.” he tosses her a glance, partnered with a smirk and a small shrug. “my ex and aaron would probably have different accounts of things. but it really wasn’t much different than this. food, something shitty on tv. aaron had a thing for no less than, like, four of rory’s friends and i hope to god never her, so we’d hang with them a lot. they’d all rag on me, ‘cause i’m, like, an easy target or whatever. or a lot of the time steve would come around, and they’d jump on him instead.” laugh lines splinter from the sides of his eyes, narrowed with a genuine smile. all in good fun, he never particularly minded it. his heart swells in his chest a little bit, warmed by the realization of how little has changed, besides the obvious difference; camryn’s presence. but she fit so spectacularly into his world that it felt unnatural to imagine a time where it wasn’t she and him in the flickering orange glow of his family home’s overhead lighting.

he’s tearing open toppings with his teeth, sprinkling them over the pre-packaged greens, soggy and slightly browning all at once. he seeks a salad spoon from the utensil drawer, peeking out of the casement window above the sink. “i know you know all about my shed and how it was was the place to be back in the day. play your cards right and i might even let you hang in it for a few after dinner.”

she smiled contentedly as he spoke. while again, bagged salad wouldn’t have been camryn’s first choice, something about it felt like things coming together. and she appreciated his help: hell, this time, it even came in a way that she didn’t feel the need to micromanage. in a lot of ways, they were like chef boyardee and bagged salad at this point in their relationship. they were easy, they paired well, complimentary to each other in more ways with every passing day. and while she’d like to think they could one day blossom into something a little more gourmet, for norbury, this would more than suffice. it brought a warmth and familiarity to this town like she’d never had anywhere else.

“first of all, i love that aaron’s your sweetie. remind me to keep an eye on him,” she giggled, stirring the pot on the stovetop. “second of all, if only i could be so lucky as to be privy to a classic hanna shed goof around. i mean, it’s the stuff legends are made of. i’d be honored for just a look, but i feel like i’m just missing the full effect without the family guy and the teen drinking and the people flirting with your sister... i’m gonna need at least an authentic playlist and an awkward over the shirt fondle to make it feel legit. just so i can stop feeling left out. plus, i think it’d help keep me from being jealous of some teenage girl i’ve never even met. she got to be austin hanna’s girl first.”

“and you’re not an easy target, by the way. you’re just man enough to take a little riffing. gotta be secure in what you’re rocking to let people make fun of you,” she assured him, bumping his hip with her’s from where she stood next to him. “ i think aaron almost cried when i called his truck redneck last weekend. he can’t take the heat, but you’re just built different.”

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hi ok question about norbury . are yall a chill group? like low pressure but fun and shit .. ? i mean i'm dying to join a group but they're all so stringent and i literally can't with that rn 😩 anyway yall are cute either way

great news, that's our whole m.o. !!  i think our members would attest that we’re an extremely laid back group. we have higher energy bursts, during events, or just certain nights when we’re all able to be together, but even then, it’s very low pressure. you can participate in/not participate in as much as you want, we pretty much have a system where everyone’s a little bit an admin, and no activity or muse limit. we’ve got about ten members, all of whom, in my experience are so sweet and fun to plot and write with. as long as you’re respectful of other members and like our weekly interest checks in our discord, you’re good to go !!  it’s a very specific kind of rp culture, but frankly, it’s one i’m proud we cultivated and exactly what i was looking for as an alternative to the kind of roleplays you’re mentioning. i am simply trying to chill on-line. if you have any other specific questions about the ~vibe~ of norbury, feel free to hmu in the ask or dms, i’d be happy to keep pitching to you <3

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i’m around a little today,  because i’m an excellent employee who loves tumblr rping on the job. come keep me company !!  check out the link in the source and send me any asks and apps you may have. save me from having to pay attention to my job !!

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* ASH.

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they both looked up at the same time, and ash’s heart sank. she was already in a foul mood, not nearly drunk enough for this boring clusterfuck of a christmas party (she could throw a much better event already at age seventeen–her parents could learn a thing or two from her). getting stuck under a giant, tacky strand of mistletoe with the kid of a family friend she barely knew was not in her plans for the night. with a sigh and a grimace, ash placed her hands on her hips and turned. “alright, let’s get this over with.”

parties like that? they weren’t rory’s place. metaphorically, in that she never felt like she fit in with the crowd, and quite literally in that her family wasn’t like the others. they weren’t monied, or any type of influential: her mother was just skilled when it came to social climbing. through rory’s friendship with tatum, they’d just minorly fallen in with the mckennas, and from there, they managed an invite to the southalls, and it all culminated in rory having to show up for some stupid party she didn’t even want to be at, playing nice while her mother trotted her around like prize livestock. as she skulked around, looking for tatum, ash’s voice pulled her off task. she bit the inside of her cheek, hoping she hadn’t flushed at the offer. “i - you know, we don’t have to,” she quickly clarified, before catching her footing and quickly tacking on “especially if you’re gonna sound so excited about it.. merry christmas, i guess..”