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@wtgdaisy
// i’d love to keep rping with all of you!
i’m currently in another AU Riverdale rp if anyone wants to join that, everyone’s really nice and welcoming and it’s tons of fun :)
you don’t need to watch the show to join!!
if you’re interested, it’s @foghq !!
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“For your information, I was just cleaning out their storage locker. Everything else I own is mine.” Steve’s eyes narrowed at her. He would never judge anyone for their music taste, but the second someone judged him, it was game time. “Look, you don’t have to like the classics to respect them. Hall and Oates are legends. White Snake? Hell yeah.” His hands were on his hips, almost as if he were striking a pose. “What kind of music do you even listen to? I could probably recommend something more your speed.”
Daisy rolled her eyes at his defensiveness, “It was a joke, relax.” Her smirk widened into an almost-smile as she watched him continue to dig through the box. “I can respect the oldies, I think some are just a bit overplayed. Back at my house, anyway.” She shrugged a bit, looking around the store as she thought over his question. She really wasn’t picky, but she did find herself listening to the same things over and over again--she could use a change. “I like alternative rock. I’ve been really getting into The Technicolors lately. Maybe lame, but whatever. I wouldn’t mind something new, though, maestro. Hit me with your best shot.” She laughed as she gently pointed the Pat Benatar record currently exposing itself in the old box.
“You know, normally I would tolerate townie logic –” Kat started to the person adjacent to her. The pale brunette looked bored, or at least, in some sense open to the idea of a conversation with a stranger. Kat wasn’t sure what prompted it, but it felt better to express the frustrations in the air. It wasn’t really about the town, but it was always an easier topic to approach. “BUT who the hell would wanna be here their whole lives? No escape, nothin’.”
@wtgdaisy
Daisy nearly jumped at the sudden conversation being thrown her way, and even looked around to see if the woman near her was talking to anyone else--but she wasn’t, she indeed was speaking with Daisy. The brunette let out a short, dry laugh at the statement. “Uh-- I don’t know, but it seems like there’s a lot of those people here.” She scanned the cafe where she often took her lunch during the work week, “I see most of these faces on a daily basis, and I’m not gonna lie-- it kind of fucking sucks. Absolutely no variety.”
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💢 - Something other’s do that gets on their nerves
She absolutely can’t stand when people stand too close to speak to her. Daisy is all about keeping her distance from people, both physically and emotionally, and gets really, really uncomfortable when people don’t seem to understand the concept of personal space. It’s caused her to literally walk away from a conversation because of this.
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☕ - Tea or Coffee? How do they take theirs?
Coffee, for sure. Unless she’s sick and in dire need of something to soothe her throat or put her to sleep. Otherwise, she takes her coffee as caffeinated as possible--cold brews, extra shots, the works. She isn’t into really sweet drinks, but loves an iced hazelnut mocha every now and then. For the most part, however, she takes it black.
🎩 - Usual outfit
Daisy has a pretty monochrome wardrobe, with a few reds and blues and greens thrown into the mix. On a normal day when she’s not at work, you can find her in old skinny jeans, old t-shirts, and sandals that have definitely seen better days. If it’s an especially chilly evening, she’s usually dressed in a flannel or leather jacket. I guess you could say she never totally outgrew her grunge phase she developed in college.
🏠 - What does their living space look like?
Daisy isn’t one for a lot of decor, but she has a few paintings hung around her apartment that she picked up either at second-hand stores, garage sales, or old stuff her dad didn’t want anymore. The brightest thing in her room is the big red area rug that covers most of the floor in her living room. In terms of cleanliness, she’s a little messy. Nothing gross, but shoes she typically wears are always thrown about by the doorway, mail is piled up on her dining room table, and she definitely usually needs to do laundry.
“You know what I absolutely love? The smell of a dusty old box of records from the back of my parents’ storage unit. For such garbage people, they have a pretty good taste in music. I mean, look at this,” He gestures to a record he’s pulled from the box. “Eddie Money?” He pulls another. “The Cars? I’m in heaven. These are going in my personal collection. Not for sale.”
“Is that where you get all of your merchandise from? Your parents’ old shit?” Daisy smirked at him, leaning forward to examine the rest of the box. “I don’t know if I’d pay any kind of money for these-- I mean, do I really want to feel like I’m still living with my father, aka the king of the 70s and 80s?” She shook her head, pulling out another record, really not caring if he’d invited her to do so or not. “Fuck, Hall and Oates? Forget it.” She laughed, setting it back in the box and wiping the dust on her jeans. She crossed her pale arms loosely over her chest. “Do you have anything a little newer? Find something I haven’t heard before.”
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🚔 - Have they ever broken the law?
In high school, Daisy was constantly trying to find something to do out of pure boredom. And after being uprooted from her childhood home, she had to find a way to make new friends, right? This lead to several different ‘bad’ streaks in her behavior, starting with stealing little things from clothing stores with her new friends, skipping class to smoke weed (before it was legal in Colorado, plus she was underage anyway) and other dumb things she rolls her eyes at when looking back on them now. The biggest thing was breaking into a mean teacher’s home when she was a sophomore in high school, and after almost being caught, she started to really look at who she was hanging out with and reevaluate.
💐 - Favorite type of flower
Contrary to belief, her least favorite flower is the daisy. BUT, her favorite are roses, because they’re so diverse in meaning. They can mean romance, they can mean mourning, they can mean horror. Which is still funny, because Rose happens to be her middle due to her mother’s unfortunate choice (in her opinion).
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🔎 - Random detail about them
Daisy is actually an incredibly clumsy person. She gives off this demeanor of independence and a sense of being unapproachable, but she’s really quite dorky. She gets really excited over little things (but hides this, of course), trips over her own two feet, and has some of the biggest reading glasses of anyone. Not only is she physically just clumsy, but she’s kind of metaphorically stumbling her way through life, like a lot of people in their twenties--though a lot of her misfortunes are completely her own fault.
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matthewojoy:
“You’re probably right,” Matthew agreed, “but I do all the actual crafting at my store and I can’t leave my employees to run everything if none of the items are being produced, so taking a day off is hard to justify. I did go to the emergency room to get a few stitches in my hand and they diagnosed the sinus infection from there, but they said I would be fine to wait it out instead of taking anything. It’s just hard to find a drug that can be taken with my epilepsy meds, so I decided to just give it time and let it run its course, but it hasn’t been easy, I do feel pretty awful.”
He smiled, “I’ve never seen The Office, actually. I hear people talk about how much they love it all the time, but I don’t have a TV, so there’s no way for me to watch it.” He meant to answer her question right away, but had to quickly raise the handful of tissues he was carrying to his face and sneezed a few times before wincing at the pain that shot through his sinuses, “Ugh, sorry. Anyway, just the grocery store is fine, I’ll be able to get anything I need there and it shouldn’t take too long, I really just want to get this done and get home so I can rest and hopefully feel well enough to go back into the store in the morning.”
Daisy kept her eyes on the road as she listened to him, but the same smirk sat on her lips and the same eyebrow remained cocked at his ramblings. She found it funny how easily he seemed to just share everything--she didn’t know him well, but she figured that wasn’t going to be something that lasted too long. “Okay, okay, okay. You’ve convinced me you don’t take sick days.” She laughed slightly, “But just think, the quicker you get better, the quicker you get back to work. The longer you neglect the rest, the more fucked you are later. Remember that next time you’re sneezing all over someone’s car.” She pulled up to a stop light before smiling over at him--it was a tired smile, but it was a warm one that let him know she was only joking with him. Daisy wasn’t a ‘germophobe’ by any means. “What did you do to your hand?”
“I think this is where I’m supposed to berate you for never seeing it, but I hate people like that. If you’re ever bored, text me for my Netflix info, get yourself on a laptop with good WiFi and then experience the idiocy that is The Office. There isn’t any reason it’s funny, it just is. And pretty soon you’re sucked in and you’ve finished the series faster than it was thought of.” Daisy bit back a laugh at his sneezing. She felt bad for him, but it was kind of funny how it literally interrupted his sentences. “Sounds good to me. I don’t mind going anywhere else. I have nothing on my agenda.” The brunette pulled into the parking lot of the closest grocery store and debated whether or not to venture inside with him, but eventually decided she also needed a few things for her apartment. After unbuckling her seat belt, she turned to him a coy smile, “If you need me to push the cart, I understand.” She laughed at her own joke before exiting the vehicle and walking into the store.
matthewojoy:
It was strange for Matthew to have nothing to do, he was the type of person who filled every second of his day and never took any time off unless he absolutely had to, and he hated that not only did have to spend the day taking it easy, but that he had to interrupt someone else’s day as well. He was very glad when Daisy answered and was willing to help, “You are amazing, thank you so much. And, honestly, that’s fair, if I get you sick, you can whine to me as much as you want, but it’s just a sinus infection, I’m not sure if that’s contagious or not, regardless you should be fine.” He’d been raised with a large number of siblings and if one of them got sick, they all got sick, so they’d been taught very early on to keep their germs to themselves, and he liked to think he was good at it.
He made sure he was ready when she arrived, not wanting to keep her waiting when she was doing him a favor, and when she pulled up, the first thing he did was thank her again, “I really appreciate this, I’ve been trying to work through this for days, but when you’re sneezing so much you almost cut one of your fingers off with a saw, that’s a sign you need to take a day or two off. I hope I’m not disrupting your Sunday too much.”
Daisy was pretty sluggish dragging herself to her car, but she knew she needed to do something with her day. Even if that something was her simply giving someone a ride to the grocery store. She didn’t have to do it, but she knew she’d get the itch to leave her apartment later that day, and it might as well have been sooner rather than later. Plus, Matthew was a nice enough guy, there was no reason for her to make something up as to why she couldn’t help him out. Besides, how long could this possibly take? “Well, you know me, being the tiny weakling that I am, I could probably--somehow--still catch it.” She smirked at her own comment--one so obviously laced with sarcasm. Daisy would never, ever refer to herself as ‘weak’, unless for a joke of course. “I’ll be there soon, sicky.”
It didn’t take long for the brunette to arrive at her acquaintance’s home, and she was pleased to see she didn’t even have to get out of her car to get him to come out. Daisy shrugged at his comment, driving off as soon as he was in the car. “That’s probably why you’re not better already. Have you gone to a doctor? I’m pretty sure you need antibiotics or something for sinus infections.” She laughed slightly, “You only interrupted me starting The Office for the sixth time, so I might just have to thank you.” She glanced at him, “Or yell at you. It’s a good show.” She was, once again, obviously kidding. “Where are we going, chief? Just the grocery store, no where else?”
Matthew hated being unable to work, but he didn’t have much in the way of options right now, between the still healing stitches in his hand and the cold-turned-sinus infection he was fighting, he was a mess and he needed to rest, not overwork himself, but he was unhappy about it. He still dragged himself outside and tended to his animals and his fruit trees and then slept on his couch for a few hours, before doing a quick inventory of what he had in his house and made the irritating realization that he needed to go shopping.
Normally, he would bike there, pack what he needed in his backpack and bike home, but he wasn’t feeling well enough for that and he had enough friends in town who had offered to give him a ride if he needed one and he decided to ask for help.
“Hey, it’s Matthew. I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m pretty sick and I need some things from the store, if you’ve got some time today, would you mind giving me a ride? I’ll kick in for gas and everything, I just can’t get there on my own.”
For Daisy, Sundays were usually days of recovery. Whether it was recovering from a hangover or from working overtime on Saturday, it depended on the week, but nevertheless she was still usually found on her couch in her comfiest clothes with whatever TV show on that she’d been binging that week. This meant she wouldn’t be thinking of work, or even leaving her house, for that matter. Hell, maybe she wouldn’t get off the couch. That last plan, however, changed when she heard her phone ring...in the kitchen. She let out a very, very audible groan before rolling off of the sofa and sauntering into the kitchen. She sighed before sliding ‘answer’ on her phone, the tiredness in her voice very evidence, “Yes?” She hadn’t even bothered to look at the caller ID, so she was glad he actually said who he was--a friend she didn’t know well, but she knew well enough that he had her number. “Sure, sure. If you get me sick, though, expect a medical bill and at least a month’s worth of whining.” She smirked slightly as she walked toward her entryway and slid on the sandals that had been thrown to the side. “I’ve got time now if you’re ready to go.”
when ria wasn’t with remy or at work or school you could find her in forget me not, looking at clothes and furniture. so here ria was spending her free afternoon looking through some clothes. searching the racks for things she could turn into a nice outfit. “ugh. nothing is speaking to me.” she whines, aggressively searching.
With her lunch break, Daisy didn’t often eat. She was rarely hungry until the later hours of the day, but she would take any opportunity to leave her office for fresh air and a break from the people she called her coworkers. She let out a soft laugh of disbelief at the female to her right, “Maybe try a different store.” She mumbled a bit before turning toward the other woman, “Or go for something you wouldn’t normally wear.” She said, holding up a top that seemed polar opposite to what the stranger was wearing in that moment.
“You know what kind of people I don’t trust?”Autumn paused for a moment. “Ones who put more than four espresso shots in their coffee. Why so many? And how can they drink it without going crazy? I have a guy who comes in everyday and orders a drink with six extra sugars and five extra espresso shots. I’m not joking, how is he even alive? And does he ever sleep like ever? I mean I get one or two but five extra?”
As Daisy waited for her daily coffee order, her eyebrows were cocked in amusement at the rambling of the woman before her. She was sure she’d seen many interesting people come through the shop and found it kind of funny that the ones she remembered the most were those ordering the most espresso. The brunette shrugged as she reached for her own order, “Caffeine tolerance is a real thing, obviously.” She smirked slightly as she reached for a straw for her iced beverage, “In college I’d take any kind of caffeine I could get my hands on. It’s fucking rough, man. That guy’s probably got the worst job you could imagine.”
