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27, 37, 39

27. Was there a person in their life that changed their viewon life/the world?

Hismother. She made him a more optimistic being, whether she ever knew that ornot. She was an author, and the way she depicted the world through her storiesshaped his view of his own world.

37. What is their greatest accomplishment?

Thisquestion scares him, because he doesn’thave an answer. He graduated at the top of his class at Yale University, wonawards for his hard work throughout school and college, and even made his oncesmall job as an art curator into a thriving career. Yet, at the end of the day,he doesn’t have an answer to this. Those accomplishments are small to him ormean nothing.

39. What is their least favorite memory?

Daysafter his mother passed away, he broke down after trying to be strong and levelheaded for the rest of his family. He was willing to put aside his grief tohelp his father with funeral arrangements and keeping matters afloat. Yet, an inevitablebreakdown happened once he realized she was truly gone.

#memes #death tw #Anonymous

2, 36, 40

2. Their favorite food?

Shrimptacos.

36. What is their greatest fear?

That he’scompletely useless. He’s afraid that he won’t ever make the slightestdifference.

40. Where do they see themselves 10 years from now?

Realistically,he sees himself exactly where he is now. Continuing his career he doesn’t havemuch interest in, traveling, and keeping himself busy. But in his dreams, he’dlike to be owning his own surf shop ten years from now, living life simply ingood ol’ Eastcliff.

#memes #amarosewell

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1. What’s their favorite color? 2. Their favorite food? 3. Their favorite drink? 4. Their favorite movie and/or book? 5. Their sexuality? 6. Their middle name? (if they have a middle name) 7. Their class? 8. Their MBTI type? 9. Their morality alignment? 10. Their Hogwarts house? 11. Their theme song? 12. Their favorite season? 13. Their favorite weather? 14. Their favorite music genre? 15. Are they a sun or moon person? 16. Are they a coffee or tea person? (or both?) 17. Describe what type of clothes they normally wear. 18. Do they have a nickname? 19. Do they have a morning routine or is it just complaining and groaning while trying to wake up? 20. Do they have parents/are their parents still alive? 21. Do/did they have siblings? 22. Are they left or right-handed or maybe even ambidextrous? 23. Do they have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? 24. As a child, did they have any dreams or a dream job? 25. What was their childhood like? 26. Describe what they consider “home.” 27. Was there a person in their life that changed their view on life/the world? 28. Is there something they’d change about their past? 29. When was their first kiss? 30. Were they confused about their sexuality at some point in their life? 31. Do they prefer one-night stands or serious relationships? Alternative: Did they use to have one-night stands until they met ‘The One’? 32. Do they openly talk about their relationship/gush about their partner or rather keep it private? 33. Are they optimistic or pessimistic? 34. Do they have any mental illnesses and if yes, do they visit a therapist or talk to someone about it? 35. Do they have any coping mechanisms? 36. What is their greatest fear? 37. What is their greatest accomplishment? 38. What is their favorite memory? 39. What is their least favorite memory? 40. Where do they see themselves 10 years from now?

#memes

ellaykim:

Without a doubt, Ella loved Eastcliff and the sounds of ocean waves she could hear outside the windows of her humble home. But, working in Los Angeles proved to make Eastcliff a bit of an inconvenient commute - especially during traffic hour. The woman didn’t really love to drive much of anywhere to begin with, and a couple hours of traffic made her miss the east coast’s reliable public transportation a little (or maybe a lot).

After finally shifting her car into park in the comfort of her driveway, she started pulling her things out of her car and balancing them in her arms - books, a stack of papers, her purse, her phone, the fast food she’d just picked up. She’d hardly paid any mind to the jogging figure that passed by her, only to see the figure return to her periphery with the familiar sound of Will’s voice. She rolled her eyes at his comment, but couldn’t help but smile a little too.

“Stalker?” She scoffed with a small smile playing on her lips. “Wow. Pretty strong accusation, coming from the sweaty man that’s standing in my driveway.” As she finished speaking, her smile dissipated about as quickly as it had appeared, as her books started to fall out of her arms and onto the pavement next to her feet. She tried to keep the rest of her stuff from falling, mumbling quickly to herself, “Son of a bitch -”

Will couldn’t help but to glance at the pavement before him, then took a step back to take in the image of her house. Of course, he had seen it before. Of course he knew it was her house, but he was one for the dramatics. “This is your house?” he playfully asked then added, “You know, it’s still suspicious, considering I live down the street. How long has this obsession been going on, El?”

Before she could give him an answer, a sarcastic retort no doubt, all her belongings slipped out of her arms and onto the ground. His playful façade washed away in that quick moment as he bent down to gather all her things. Before she could retrieve them, he playfully held them slightly out of her reach as if he was a damn child – and some days, he was. Then again, it was always nice to put this incredibly stupid height to good use.

“I’ll give these back if you promise to not blow me off like you always do.” Alright, so maybe he was the one with the obsession issue. He’d never admit it, of course.

#int. ella

aiden-king:

Aiden let out a nod, returning to his cigarette, the smoke pooling out of his nose and mouth as he glanced up at the sky, only again to hear the guy approaching, glancing back down and laughing at the words. “I’d take the money for sure, buy a couple beers, so why don’t you buy me a couple beers, scum bag?” Aiden’s words were clearly in jest, amusement dripping from them.

Will put up his hands in protest and let out a laugh. “Hey, if I’m a scumbag, you’re in this with me. You’re a scumbag, too.” He gave a quick glance around their surroundings to see if any bystander happened to be looking for their money. Then again, he didn’t even look that closely. “I say you keep the money and you buy me some beers since I’m so gracious enough to not take the money from you,” he joked back with a grin. “See? I’m a really wholesome dude.”

#int. aiden

mackenzie-beckley:

Mack hadn’t done anything like this since high school. She was never a troublemaker by any means, but she was a competitive girl who every once in a while had a daring side to her. Tonight the one too many Coronas had given her that little push. “You make it sound like we are busting through a window. They will hardly know.” At his question, she shrugged. “Didn’t really check my address book. “Come on, Will my boy. Are you in or are you out?”

Will was a yes man. It was very rare that he found himself turning something down. Of course, he always had to either complain or express his opinion about the matter, but that never meant he’d back down. “Well, obviously I’m in,” he told her then added, “just wanted you to know what we’re getting into. But fuck it, let’s go.”

#int. mackenzie

down by the water | @ellaykim

Music pumping through his ears, sweat dripping down his forehead – running in Eastcliff around this time of the year was easier said than done. Then again, it seemed like he chased warm climate since he was born. Running near the beach on a sunny day always reminded him why he somehow ended up in a town like this. He liked its quirkiness, but above all, it was beautiful. He couldn’t deny it…felt like home to him.

But what he unquestionably loved the most was the people. And he was reminded of that little concept when he caught sight of a familiar passerby. At first he overlooked it, his brain not registering just who it was in that quick glance. Soon as he figured it out, his feet began to run backwards. He jogged to her backwards in place until she could see his face. A bright smile found his lips and he peeled the earphones out of his ears. Even though he was the one who went out of his way to flag her down, he couldn’t help but to tease her.

“Oh, Ella. I told you a million times that you don’t have to stalk me, you know. A simple phone call will suffice.”

#int. ella

another one bites the dust | @stlavalle

It was his truest nightmare, his hell on earth. The blood that rushed through him went cold in that moment. How could this happen to him? How could he be so foolish to let this happen? He was supposed to be the eldest one, the one who could protect and take care of others at all cost. “No, no, no,” he muttered to himself in disbelief. Life was simpler when spent alone, though that wasn’t much of an opinion but just an obvious fact. When you’re alone, there’s no one to disappoint but yourself. A guilt rose within him, but above all, embarrassment tore straight through him.

William Bennett Edwards was great at everything. Everything except… laundry.

Holding the shrunken shirt of his sister’s, he stared in shock. What was he going to tell her? How did it end up in his wash, anyways? Maybe it would still fit her – she was slim, every piece of her clothing looked shrunken to him considering his large stature. Panicked, he put the shirt between his two forearms and pulled to stretch it out a tad. Of course, that only made it worse. His eyes grew wider as he stared in horror. Even though she was younger than him, he couldn’t help but to be a bit of afraid of her reaction to most things. Even when they were kids he never knew how things would pan out with her. It was a mystery he often tried to stay far away from.

Finally swallowing his pride, he stepped foot out of the laundry room and held the shirt in defeat. He made his way to the living room where Stevie seemed to be lounging about. He cleared his throat to grab her attention.

“So… I think this is your shirt. Or you finally got me an incredibly tight crop top you know I’ve been dying to have,” he attempted to joke.

#int. stevie #you didn't ask for this but i give it anyways

TASK 002: PLAYLIST

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“WE’VE GOT THE OCEAN, GOT THE BABES, GOT THE SUN, WE’VE GOT THE WAVES…”

WILLIAM EDWARDS

Age: Thirty-two Gender/Pronouns: Male, he / him. Occupation: Art Curator, Sailing Instructor Neighborhood: Rockport Time Spent in Eastcliff: Four Years FC: Armie Hammer

PERSONALITY

+ : Charming, Confident, Intelligent - : Pretentious, Egotistical, Stubborn

OOC

Name: Admin Angie Age: 22 Pronouns: She / her Timezone: CST

“…THIS IS THE ONLY PLACE FOR ME.”

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aiden-king:

“Hey,” Aiden mumbled to the passerby, sticking the cigarette back in his mouth to hang out the corner while he bent down to grab the item. “Hey!” He raised his voice to get their attention. “You uh, you dropped this.”

Walking down the sidewalk with one earbud hung loosely in his ear, the sound of a stranger calling out to him broke through his music. He swung around and saw a man holding out money to him. “Oh, thanks man,” he told him before taking the twenty bucks- twenty bucks he definitely didn’t drop. He made it all but two steps away until he turned back around again – guilt. He laughed a little and said, “Okay, sorry, this isn’t mine. But to be fair, if a stranger was handing you money, wouldn’t you want to just take it?”

#int. aiden

tamatijones:

“So where do you think the soul goes when we die?”

Will scrunched his nose in contemplation, though not much contemplating needed to happen. Perhaps he gave a pause to seem optimistic, if only for a moment. “Well… I don’t believe in souls. Nor do I believe there’s a place they end up in. This probably wasn’t the answer you were looking for.” He shrugged and slid his hands in his pockets.

#int. tamati

mackenzie-beckley:

“Come on,” Mack whispered her whine as to not draw attention. “You can’t chicken out on me now,” she threw her purse over the fence. With her aunt in town she felt safe leaving her dad for the night, and had cooped up a night of no responsibilities. “No one is home. We’re not stealing anything. Just borrowing their pool for a swim.”

To call Will vanilla would be a lie and a stretch. He was fun, spontaneous, and always drew in a crowd. But was he practical? Yes. Growing up with his reckless younger brother, someone had to be practical. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his board shorts – always somehow ready for a swim – and gave the girl a smile. “No, I know. It’s not stealing. It’s just.. You know, breaking and entering.” Maybe it was a bad idea, but he still found himself not saying no to it. Color him intrigued. “Whose house is this, anyways?”