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[hairby-gracie]

Open: @tupeloextras Where: the swinging door Life.  Life is hard.  Life is hard for everyone, but Gracie is feeling particularly ganged up on by life.  It’s been… a rough 4 days of being back in town after a lovely vacation on the beach with her mother and within those 4 days, she learned her ex-husband had a girlfiend, said girlfriend is gracie’s closest friend, gracie best of best friends moved back to town, she chopped her hair off, and everything just sort of felt like it was crumbling. Was she being dramatic? 1,000%.  But Gracie was struggling to cope at the moment, and she was feeling incredibly lost.  So she went to the one place where she knew she would feel… well, less lost.  Gracie dropped her mother off at the Kinkaid house, letting her know that her brother would be able to pick her up when she needed it, and she drove her truck into town.

Gracie made sure to park her truck behind the bar so that no one would see it.  She wasn’t about to get hounded because of her location.  She had no intention of drinking, but sitting in the bar, with her water, trying to calm herself.  So she walked into the Swinging Door, keeping her eyes down.  “Just a water.”  She gave a small smile, her eyes landing on the shelf of alcohol.  “And a shot of tequila. No lime.”  She placed her card on the top to pay before taking the 2 drinks and going to the back corner of the bar, shoving herself into a seat and taking a sip of her water.  The shot of tequila sat on the other side of the table, staring her down.  She wasn’t going to drink it.  She wasn’t going to drink it.

[drtcnnerking]

“shit, shit, shit.” tanner grumbled, a groan leaving his lips as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. he was trying his best to calm down but he’d locked himself out of his house and of course he left his phone inside. he’d already had a long day at work and he wasn’t sure this could day could get any worse and obviously, he’d been wrong. he plopped down on the steps that led to his front door and contemplated what to do next. he wasn’t sure whether he should see if a neighbor would help him out or if he should just walk into town and get a hold of the nearest lock smith. before he could tell which was the better option, he saw someone walking by. “hey! hi, i mean,” he pushed himself up toward them, “i locked myself out of my house. do you have a phone i could borrow or something?”

@tupeloextras​

[raleighpop]

[ in character ]

Name: Raleigh Weissman

Faceclaim: Max Irons

Age: 33

Gender + Pronouns: cis male + he/him

Occupation: Barista @ Bean There, Done That

Hometown: Tupelo, MS

How long have they lived in Tupelo:  from age 5-18 & this is his first time returning in 15 years

its been 84 years since ive been on tumblr/in an rp pls be patient with me 

@tupeloextras

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[amberjbryson]

Location: Éternité With: Open

@tupeloextras​

It was already a tough day for the young lawyer. Starting her morning off with an argument regarding the senior managing position at the firm didn’t go over well and her attitude was a point of contention among the family and she was tired of it. There was a bit of back and forth, she threatened to leave the firm and make her own if she had to and her father called an end to the meeting. If they weren’t going to appreciate all of the hard work she’d done for the family, they were going to be forced to appreciate it on her way out. Many would say she was overreacting, her family spoiled her rotten and now whenever she was told ‘no’, she couldn’t stomach it. Absolutely disgusted by the treatment she’d received, she figured it was best to give her friend a call and invite them out for dinner, her treat. The two of them sat across from one another, awaiting the arrival of their meals and she let out an annoyed grunt. “Can you fucking believe the audacity of Arnold fucking Bryson? He had the gall to say that my attitude at today’s meeting was unacceptable. Maybe if he wasn’t trying to favor Cici over me, we wouldn’t be having these issues.”  

[lachlan-peters-archive]

Name: Lachlan Peters Faceclaim: Dylan O'Brien Age: 28 Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male / He/Him Occupation: Nonprofit Administrator Hometown: Tupelo, MS How long have they lived in Tupelo: Born and raised; left at 18 and only recently returned full time 

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[jacksdunnit]

Open, @tupeloextras​

Location: Downtown Tupelo

Jack was many things, but being forgetful of the animals at Whiskey Hollow was not one of them. However, he had found himself working on the fence that kept three mischievous donkeys corralled up behind the barn and when he had finished he had failed to turn the electric fence part back on. This discovery had only been made when he had returned to the pasture later on and found it completely vacant. The Three Amigos had vanished without a trace and were surely downtown wreaking havoc (where they had been found before the last time Jack had forgotten to turn the fence back on). 

So there he was, sitting atop one of his most trusted steeds who was affectionately named “Pork Chop”. The name neatly etched onto the leather breast plate around the animal’s shoulders, one side saying ‘Pork’ and the other ‘Chop’ to give a clear indication of the legend who wore it. 

The two meandered casually down the side of the road into the downtown area of Tupelo, seeking out every alley alongside the buildings to see where these donkeys had run off to. A few people seemed to be surprised by the vision of Jack and Pork Chop wandering around, but most behaved as if it were perfectly natural. As he passed by someone he gave a wave. “Hey!” He said, bringing the little buckskin horse to a halt. “Have you by any chance seen three donkeys around here? They look like… well… donkeys.” 

[vrquantum]

“pleasure doing business with ya!” reese called out after the man who was grumbling to himself about losing a hundred bucks to the woman. he was sulking as he left, but reese was smirking to herself about beating the jerk. he’d crashed into a old woman on the sidewalk and didn’t even try to help her pick up the things he’d caused her to drop, resulting in reese helping the woman. so when he went into the bar reese saw her chance to have a little fun with him. and after betting him a hundred bucks that she could beat him at a game of pool, she found herself a hundred dollars richer and feeling generous. settling herself at the bar, she ordered her drink and turned to the person next to her. “i’ll buy you a drink if you keep me company...sound like a deal?” she grinned, one brow quirking up. @tupeloextras

[ethmorris]

here april risking it with a second child. meet ethan morris @tupeloextras​

tw: adoption, death

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[blinded-by-fairy-lights]

-space related asks-

pluto: what do you love most about yourself?

mars: who is your ideal best friend?

earth: what’s your ideal house/home?

saturn: what’s your aesthetic?

jupiter: if you could choose your own name what would it be?

neptune: what’s an album that you can listen through entirely w/o skipping song?

venus: go to piece of clothing/outfit?

mercury: what’s something you couldn’t live without?

uranus: what’s your zodiac sign?

the moon: favorite quote?

the sun: what motivates you?

kepler-22b: if you could go anywhere, where would it be/why?

phobos: what was your favorite song as a child?

ceres: out of everyone/thing in this world, who would you elect president?

titan: if you could die your hair absolutely any color and pull it off, what would it be?

callisko: what’s your ideal job?

enceladus: who is your favorite person? what are they like?

hyperion: do you have a favorite store/shop?

comet: what’s your biggest secret?

astroid: what’ your biggest fear? i there a reason why you’re scared of it?

shooting star: who is your ideal s/o?

[jennymints-deactivated20201119]

Hello all! This is my baby Jenny, so let’s dive right in huh? @tupeloextras​

Important Basic Details:

Name: Eunyoung ‘Jenny’ Min Gender & pronouns: Cisfemale & she/her Birthdate & Age: September 4th, 1996 & 24 Occupation: Real estate agent at Orchard Street Properties Time in Tupelo: 20 years

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[maverickxbrown]

@tupeloextras​

OPEN

Maverick moved across the diner like someone schooled in dance. As the vintage jukebox cranked an o’l country tune; she wasn’t cleaning so much as meditating, side-stepping and turning in fluid motions as if the mop she was holding was a beloved partner. The floor was a grid of large stone squares, which alternated black and gray in a checkered pattern and served as a guide for her movements. The night shift wasn’t usually preferred but suited the hellishly insomniac disposition plaguing her the last week. Maverick figured she might as well collect tips from late night patrons as opposed to roaming the house at one am looking for something to clean. The source of her evening disruptions could have been a number of things, all of which she’d been actively ignoring and would continue to as long as she was able. Was it a healthy coping mechanism, absolutely not. But was she really expected to be rational after midnight. 

A ding drew Maverick’s attention, her service friendly smile already present as she turned to greet the impending customer. “Not sure if I should be condemnin’ ya for wanting a burger at two in the morning or thankin’ ya for giving me something to do” she motioned for them to take the nearest empty booth, setting the mop aside and replacing it with a notepad. “What are we hankerin’ for? We still got a few pieces of pie left if its something sweet” 

[djrcjas]

dj had his feet on the counter and his eyes closed as the music blared over the speaker in his day job. spins was beginning to be his favorite job. mostly because it was so laid back and he could listen to anything he wanted to. truthfully, both of his jobs were pretty cool though and he didn’t seem himself leaving either one of them any time soon. he was nodding along to the music, his feet moving to the beat as well and he hand’t even realized anyone was in here until they spoke up. his eyes shot open and he sat up, “shi-” he stopped himself, pursing his lips. “my bad. what can i do for you?” he asked as he pushed himself up from his seat. 

@tupeloextras​

[hairby-gracie]

Where: Kinkaid Family Home Open; @traviskinkcid​ @spencekinkaid​

It had been a quiet day so far.  It was one of Gracie’s days off, so she had slept into until 8am and has been up cleaning the house since.  She had things to do, but she was putting those things off.  So cleaning the house, stopping by her mom’s and doing everything but what she needed was how she spent her morning.  After her mother found out what she needed to do, she all but kicked her out and told her to “get shit done”.  So she stopped by Do or Dye to get her client books and to stock up, then she headed to Bean There to grab the baked goods that had been requested.  Then she did the dreaded errand; go her to ex’s family house. It was a soft knock on the door of the owners of Kinkaid Dairy, but the door opened before she even finished.  “Oh, Gracie, it’s so good to see you, dear.” Mrs. Kinkade wrapped her up in a warm hug, and her eyes peaked over her shoulder to see an empty foyer; good. No Travis.  “You too.  I brought over the baked goods you ordered and threw in some banana bread.”  She went to hand the items to the older woman before she ushered her inside, not even reaching for the bread.  “Come. I’ll make you some coffee!” @tupeloextras​

[skylareynolds]

@tupeloextras​

She was losing her shit. The swollen knuckles said as much as tears threatened to fall. It fucking hurt. Punching someone hurt like a damn bitch and she blamed all those movies for not making it clear how much it actually hurt. As she looked around and caught someone’s eye, Shiloh scoffed and rose her hand. “I’m fine,” she said a little louder than she wanted. “I just… I’m not hurt. I just decked someone and I’m kinda of overwhelmed.” Jumping up slightly like a toddler, she extended her messed up hand. “I think it’s broken!”

[oh-lenore]

Gabrielle was exhausted. She managed to grab a seat at the counter of Red’s, ordering the biggest stack of pancakes and bacon she could. She grabbed a Coke, only needed enough caffeine to eat and get home. The waitress smiled after she took her order, often being the one she came to after an overnight shift. “Remind me never to work overnight on Halloween ever again,” she said with a chuckle. “Not only did I miss the fun, but I was reminded just how downright dumb people can be.” @tupeloextras​

[hairby-gracie]

i’ve got another baby; let me know what plots you need and want! @tupeloextras​​ TW: death, alcoholism

facts: - Gracie Justine Hartly  - Thirty-Two |Cisfemale | she/her | heterosexual - Hairdresser (Do or Dye) and opening barista and baker (Bean There) - Tupelo, MS

the story: - Gracie is the youngest of 3 to Presley and Jack Hartly, and the only girl, next to her mom.  Gracie and her 3 older brothers were always close, and her parents kept their family life nearly perfect.  She has always been thankful for the life she was given, and has always planned on giving back to her parents in any way possible.

- When Gracie was 2, her parents moved to Tupelo, her mom opening up a bakery in the back of a coffee shop and her father being a police officer. Around the same time, her parents adopted a young boy, about 18 months older than herself, and their perfect family grew to the perfect number.  Her perfect life, with her perfect family, it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

- Gracie had always been popular, her kindness and optimism encouraging those around her to feel the same. Plus her mom’s baking was top of the town, and her father was always the laid back officer that would show up to the house parties to make sure everyone got him safe and sound.  Her friends would always talk about how they were so jealous and how they wished they could have the same family with the same happiness.  

- [tw: death] Her life turned upside down on the day of her high school graduation.  Her family was there, and they were waiting for her father to arrive.  He wasn’t supposed to be working, but he could never not work.  He was passing a typical traffic stop that looked to be heating up.  He noticed the officer didn’t have backup yet, so he wanted to be the backup.  Both officers were shot and killed on scene and the son of a bitch who killed her father ran.  He was caught shortly thereafter, but the fact that he got away once before, it’s what caused the rest of her siblings to go into the same profession.  Gracie did everything she could to stay far away from that world.

- [tw: alcoholism] Gracie started to live a numb life, making her way through cosmetology school during the day, and drinking her liver to death at night.  It wasn’t until she had one of the out-of-body spiritual experiences that she realized she was killing herself.  She was 25 at the time, and has been sober ever since.  That was, until she met Travis.  Well, she had known Travis, but not in the way that their relationship took them to.  It was quick, it was lust that turned into love, and it was naïve and stupid.  He tested her, sometimes pushing her to wish she could have just one drink, but he also reminded her that life isn’t just working and breathing; it’s being naïve and stupid.

- They were married for 2 years before Gracie left him.  She told herself she couldn’t stand by and watch him die, but she would never give him an ultimatum of choosing her or alcohol.  She asked for a separation, in hopes that he would change. And he did.  But their separation turned into a divorce, and ever since, Gracie has been lost and confused.  She still has a tremendous amount of love for the man, but she’s not sure he’d ever take her back.  And word has it, he has a girlfriend, which makes the sting just a little more painful and a little more real, and the bottle just that much closer.

[vrquantum]

Northern Lights are God painting with the colors of the wind

Reese Morris || 30 || Art Professor || FC: Elizabeth Lail

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