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lazybcne:

there’s something endearing about her softness, something in her innocence that’s completely earnest. he’d claim that she was faking it, were it not for her sheer commitment to the role, sheepish smiles and flickering eyes. it’s an innocence that’s completely corruptible. perhaps, if archie was more vindictive, he’d want to take that timid wholesomeness form her, but instead he’s content to offer a toothy grin, hands raised in surrender. “no, honestly, stop apologising. no harm done, eh?” she seems somewhat taken aback by his compliment, almost stumbling over her words, though it’s charming all the same. it feels somehow like school again, with the way she seems to care a little too much and think a little too hard. “err… I was just gonna head back home for a smoke, maybe read a bit. why?” his eyes are drifting again – falling to the hem of her sundress where it brushes her thigh, kneehigh socks and t-bar shoes like a jean-luc goddard film. he can’t help but size up women at a glance. it’s superficial, but his mates are just the same. “nah, actually you know what, it’s cool. did you want to like – get an ice cream or somethin’?” an ice cream. seemed the best bet for someone like margo, unless he’d wildly miscalculated her. “i’ve got fuck all to do really, anyway. next shift’s not ‘til tomorrow. what do you want to do?”

she shoots archie a cautious look but decides to keep her lips shut on the manner. she has a tendency to overly sweat the small stuff, and she’s aware that it can grow tiresome for those around her. she nods along --- a smoke, read a bit --- like it’s all so RELATABLE to her. well, she does love to read, but the only time she’d ever tried to smoke she’d just ended up a spluttering mess. it only verified the fact that this guy was way too cool for her to be talking to, but she’s enjoying his company. he seems nice. his following words stun her slightly, she was half expecting him to just turn on his heels and that be that. “oh -- that sounds... cool.” she picks her words carefully, but the big smile that creeps to her lips is genuine. maybe she isn’t that lame after all? “i didn’t have any plans. and ice cream does sound perfect right now... so yeah -- i’d like that.” the sun beating down on them had caused her skin to heat up a little, the flush that had started in her cheeks now growing over the rest of her freckled skin.

#「* INTERACTIONS ¬ ARCHIE ✧ * ☾ 」#fksskskd #she's oblivious anyway #she just wants to seem cool™

lazybcne:

the beatles are overrated. he’s never liked their accent, despite being from a similar geographical whereabouts to them. why re-release the beatles singles and fail to praise the who, or even the rolling stones? even stoned, they’re subpar – he’d rather be listening to abba, but in the circles he runs in he’s expected to be up-to-date. archie’s the music guy, he spends his life behind the bar chatting to punters about bowie’s chord progressions and the untimely death of robbie mcintosh. so it’s the beatles that trill from his walkman as he bides his time wandering downtown. involuntary whistling breaking from his lips, he’s scuffing his shoes along the curb, the mild buzz of a bong hit hazing his head, stopping dead centre when he spots her, hop-skip-and-jumping her way along the sidewalk. part of him wonders if she’s a hazy illusion, but when she topples to the street they’re seemingly both jarred back into reality, archie blinking awake as he tugs off his headphones, dropping to pick up her package. “no sweat, i’m fine. hope this wasn’t delicate,” he notes, eyes skimming over the address before slipping the package back to her with a slight smile. he hardly knows margo ( every now and then she’ll be dancing in the corner, that faraway look in her eyes ) but he knows she’s known for being a dreamer. “head in the clouds again, eh, margo?” archie teases, attempting conversation, eyes skimming over her sundress and back to her eyes. “you look good today.”

she huffs with a slight shrug of her shoulders, not wanting to let her disappointment show in fear of worrying archie. “no... no sweat.” she repeats mutely, her words not exactly carrying the same casual-cool tone as archie’s, she quickly gathers a smile to her lips that doesn’t quite meet her eyes as she scoops down to pick up the damaged package, her brows furrowed as it makes a worrying CRACKING sound. it had been a surprise for her grandmothers birthday, just a pretty tea set that she’d tracked down in the thrift shop. she’d felt lucky, but maybe not so much anymore. some nice flowers would have to suffice. “i suppose so.” she replies with a sheepish grin, “i need to pay more attention. i really am sorry.” it was true -- the girl was often in a world of her own ( her nana often referring to her as being in her own little wonderland whenever she fell into one of her dreamy trances ) the added compliment makes her flush slightly; never one for taking flattery well. “that’s sweet of you to say... i, uh --- you too.” if she’s honest, he makes her a little nervous. she’s very aware that she’s probably nowhere near as street smart and cool as the other people archie converses with. “any plans today?”

#「* INTERACTIONS ¬ ARCHIE ✧ * ☾ 」

so so sorry for not being around ! i ended up going out last night and was just super busy before that but i have NO plans this week so?? expect some replies soon, maybe lms for a closed starter? ( is that what they’re called )

#dczed:start

curls tied back and dress flowing, arms tightly clutching a package, margo THRIVES in the summer sunshine as she practically skips down the path. the faintest trail of freckles are starting to form on the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks, down the lengths of her arms and speckled along her thighs that peak out from beneath the floral dress as it swings around her. it’s a beautiful day, and she lifts her chin to let the rays embrace her face for a few seconds -- a few seconds too long, apparently, as she’s suddenly knocked backwards. the parcel drops from her hands as she stumbles, trying to find her feet again like a startled deer. “oh!” she exclaims as she realises what she’s done, blinking with heavy lashes at the most certainly smashed parcel on the floor. she raises her gaze to the person in front of her, her cheeks flushed -- “gosh, i’m so sorry, i wasn’t looking.” she squeaks, “are you okay?”

#dczed:start #not my best but im in a rush #apparently ya girl suddenly has a social life!?!#shocking

peniina:

it didn’t matter how hard or how many times she scrubbed the back corner booth, the tabletop always remained inexplicably sticky. penina sighed, throwing the rag she had been using onto the table in defeat. the weather was heavy with an unforgiving humidity. condensation ran slowly down the walls despite the fact that the windows were thrown open in a desperate attempt to catch even the slightest breeze. the collar of her faded yellow shirt stuck to the back of her neck, perspiration causing tendrils of her hair to cling to her cheeks, the rest scraped back into a hasty ponytail. god, she hated the summer. the ding of the bell signalling the entrance of a customer caused her to sigh. “ take a seat, and i’ll get you a menu, “ she called, the well-rehearsed line tumbling from her mouth almost as a reflex action.

a single drop of sweat trickled down the back of his neck as ernest entered the diner. he popped a few buttons on his checkered yellow shirt, the material unfavourably sticking to his skin causing him to itch. he saluted penina with a grin regardless as he slid into a free booth, resting his elbows against the table with a heavy sigh. he’d just finished work and would kill for a tall glass of lemonade. “busy day?” he called out in his usual chipper tone.

#「* INTERACTIONS ¬ PENINA ✧ * ☾ 」 >#we havent finished plotting buT #this just seemed to work for ernie

i’ll reply/post a starter soon ! i’ve just got home from uni !

hey guys !! i’m hannah & i unashamedly love angst *__* talking of .. here are my 2 babies !! hopefully u love them as much as me .. peace out *insert gif above* (not really though pls read their bios below)

what a cute lil angel am i right

( NATALIA DYER / CISFEMALE) did you catch margo collins the other day? as always, she was being her usual peppy & quixotic self, despite being twenty one years old. i wonder if they’re still a student around here. it’s nothing but floral dresses and over-the-knee socks when it comes to them, isn’t it?

okay !!

lil doe-eyed girl who never knew her parents; lived with her nanna in a cosy house in sleep old ellis

cue a lil girl who dressed in her sunday best every day, always saying her please-and-thank-yous, an old soul trapped inside a 6-year old kinda vibe

her innocence has never really left her -- she sees the best in everyone, is a tad shy, wouldn’t hurt a bug

her past is darker than she realises; her parents aren’t dead as she believes -- at least her mother isn’t. custody was given to her nanna because her parents weren’t fit to care for her; both drug addicts. they’ve never tried to make contact

loves reading, dancing, playing the piano, thrifting

studies english literature

typically can be found either @ the library, nose buried in a book, @ the coffee shop, probably with her nose buried in a book still, @ the park, people-watching & feeding ducks (SEEDS! NOT BREAD!), or @ some kinda bar/club/lounge, just so she can dance & feel the music

safe to say she sticks to her routines; she’s scared of change & the unknown

would happily live in ellis for the rest of her life; y’know -- the whole 2.5 kids, partner and a dog vibe

though parT of her would love to travel to somewhere more exciting; maybe even explore the WORLD !! big for her

she’s just v inquisitive and loves meeting new people and looking at pretty places

would 100% be found in paris if she had the balls

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend/s

half sibling !! (either from her mother’s previous relationship before she was born, or a following relationship)

other familial relationships

sibling-like friendship

childhood friends

frenemies

bad influence (or alternatively she’s a good influence on them)

crush (can be unrequited; she gets all heart-eyed and flustered over them, would sell a kidney for them probs)

exes (male/female/nb!!)

someone she treats as a sort of charity case, not meaning to but overly doting on them; receives some of nanna’s cookies at least twice a week

study buddy

i imagine his hair looking like that idk but dreamy ugh *__*

( HARRY STYLES / CISMALE) did you catch ernest montgomery the other day? as always, he was being his usual debonair & facetious self, despite being twenty four years old. i wonder if they’re still a bartender around here. it’s nothing but electric guitars and tight-fitting shirts when it comes to them, isn’t it? { h, 19, gmt. }

the biggest lovable loser u will EVER meet

raised by his mom alone; it’s given him a HUGE respect for women & he would never intentionally disrespect one (or ANYONE for that matter)

though he does have a big mouth and an unfiltered brain; he says some stupid shit

no concept of personal space; everyone is his best friend -- he IS a hugger. beware.

huge ass hippie

veggie

he just wants to chill .. that’s it

loves music; works as a dj

CANNOT sing .. he’s absolutely tone deaf (doesn’t mean he won’t try & serenade u if he thinks ur cute)

a big flirt (he’s pansexual wink wink)

bit of a contradiction; he thinks sex is freeing and shouldn’t constrain anyone but it also a HUGE romantic and can fall very easily??

pretty much a huge goofball who falls in love every 5 seconds