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TASK 01 — ABOUT ME ✨

With both parents at the height of their careers in politics it made perfect sense for XAVIER PRICE (TREVANTE RHODES) to take an interest and make his own way. Xavier was already married and divorced from his high school sweetheart by the time he reached his college graduation, it definitely was not something he saw coming but he moved on regardless. Xavier has come a long way for someone who should already have had their foot in the door but he chose to build his own name outside of his parent’s legacy. His original desire to be a Mayor someday had wained and Xavier found himself more comfortable within the duties of a Consultant to future high-ranking politicians. His goals continued to shift and he found himself in Mystic living with his Grandmother who had returned shortly after her husband’s passing. Xavier had always been extremely close and fond of his grandmother but no so much of this town she was so deeply attached to but, for his dear gran, he was willing to stick it out.

BIOGRAPHY - CONNECTIONS - PINTEREST

#idk y this is so longgggg #mystic: task

holly hawthorne:

starter for: @xavierprice location: ice box

It had been about a week since Holly and Xavier had drunkenly fallen into bed with each other. She had been stressed by Emir’s appearance in Mystic and decided to forget by drinking far too much alcohol and sleeping with someone else. And Xavier had… well, she wasn’t sure what Xavier’s reasons were, but she knew he had them. It had been so out of character for both of them. But after dashing out of his place very early the morning after, Holly had been plagued by the fear that maybe, just maybe, Xavier wouldn’t feel the need to keep their little night together to himself. While the brunette prided herself on her reputation of being able to get any guy she wanted, that didn’t mean she wanted to be known for drunkenly hooking up with guys.

Making her way down Orchard Hill Drive, Holly was preoccupied with trying to figure out how she could keep Xavier from telling the town, when she happened to spot him of all people making his way into Ice Box. Quickly, Holly darted across the street and followed him into the ice cream parlor. Once inside, she made quick work of brushing a few flyaway strands of hair back into place and composing herself before confidently striding towards where Xavier stood in line so she could stand beside him. “So, what’s your flavor of choice?” she asked casually, indicating the many flavors of ice cream with a tilt of her head in their direction. Holly wasn’t too sure of Xavier’s position with all this so she decided it was safest to keep her cards close to her chest at first.

While Xavier was not the type to kiss and tell, people always expected it of him given how he carried himself in the dating scene but he was always able to remain private when it came to his past lovers. What made it easy was that he usually never saw them again but, with Holly, the situation was slightly different. Since their one night stand, Xavier found himself crossing paths with Holly more often than he did before it happened. He had an opening in his work schedule during the day and made a trip to ice box to stock up on his favourite ice cream flavour before he would be expected to return to work. The store was busier than usual which meant that there was a queue, rather than being visibly annoyed like the person behind him, he used this extra time to check emails on his phone.

Xavier was not entirely sure just how engrossed he was but he had made it to being the second person in the queue and someone had stood right next to him, Holly. He blinked at her, tucking his phone away in his pocket, a smile forming on his face as all the possible answers to the question she asked him popped up in his mind. He could either go with the answer that would just satisfied her question or...not. “Well...last week, it was vanilla but this week I’m going for something a little different. Any suggestions? I’m open-minded”

#c: holly hawthorne

carina garcia:

Although Carina was always happy to have Xavier in town, the nature of this decision hadn’t been one she’d wish upon anyone. As a teenager, she’d often helped his grandparents around the house, tending to his grandmother’s garden and taking care of chores and duties that they could no longer do as they got older. His grandfather had been a wonderful man, who had treated her with nothing but kindness and respect throughout the years, and his death had certainly been devastating to the community as a whole.

After picking up a fresh bouquet of flowers from She Loves Me and a sympathy card for both him and his grandmother, Carina made her way over to Xavier’s apartment and knocked on the door. While she was sure that the visit would come as a surprise, she could only hope that she wasn’t intruding. Though judging by the look on her friend’s face, that wasn’t the case at all.

“Don’t even worry about it, silly. In fact, I’m happy to help you unpack if you need it. I just wanted to come and drop these off for you and your grandma. I was so sorry to hear about your grandfather. He was a good man and I know that all of Mystic will miss him dearly.” Stepping inside of the apartment, Carina slid her free arm around his torso and drew Xavier in for a hug. “How have you been holding up?”

One of the things Xavier liked about Mystic was the people who had impacted the lives of his grandparents, no matter how big or small. Even though his hometown was only an hour away, the demands of his job often kept him away from coming to see his grandparents in Mystic and would even take him out of state. The times when Xavier or his other family members couldn’t physically be there for his grandparents, there was always a friendly neighbour or a kind stranger that would step in and help them out. Some were even faces from Xavier’s own past, such as Carina, who had been helping out his grandparents from when they were in school. He could easily recall plenty of evenings after school where he would try to get his hands dirty by helping Carina with some garden work but ended up creating more work for the two of them.

Her presence on his doorstep was a welcome surprise even considering the circumstances and the fact that his apartment looked like it had been flipped upside down. “Thank you...for everything, really” Xavier told Carina and he meant it. The gesture of showing up meant a lot to him and even made Xavier a little remorseful for keeping his reservations about Mystic. He stepped out of the way to welcome her in properly which was more of an awkward manouvre to the side given he had not-so-smartly left a box behind his the door.

“Uh...I’ve been managing. It’s just weird, going over there and seeing all his stuff still there but not him” Xavier answered after a long sigh. It was still a lot for him to process and it was hard to watch his mother process the loss of her father. He noticed the flowers and the card Carina was holding, the smile returned to his face. “...are those for me?”

#c: carina garcia

helin solak:

❛ Yeah, well, you look like a Basic Idiot, Zay. ❜ Helin chuckles, looking down at his plastic-covered feet once more, shaking her head. He made it too easy. ❛ Oh, ❜ The veterinarian looks up at her friend quickly, ❛ So, this is my fault? ❜ He’s really done it now and it shows in the way Helin repositions her body ; arms crossed, not completely facing Xavier. She may have been teased him first, but she’d rather die than take the blame in Xavier not using his brain. ❛ Besides, going out is your thing. That’s your area of expertise, okay. And at this point, you should know to have an extra pair of shoes in your car. Nice try. ❜ She arches a brow at him, daring him to put the blame on her again.

From the corner of her eye, she watches Xavier placing the palm of his hand on the trunk. Turning her head slightly to the side, she’s able to see a smile on his features. Day’s like this, in the summer evenings when they would go out on their bikes, always pushing their luck and end up wiping out. Their days were always filled with nothing but loud laughter. ❛ My dad built this thing for us, we’ll be fine. ❜ Maybe that wouldn’t reassure Xavier like it does Helin, but she doesn’t know what to say other then that.

When Xavier insists that she go first, she gives a loud sound which is caught between a scoff and a laugh. ❛ God. You chicken, ❜ Helin retorts the insult quickly. Childishly, she scrunches her nose out at Xavier. ❛ I’ll get up there myself, thank you very much. ❜

A strong branch, smooth with the maples bark, looms just over head. With a quick jump, her fingers and palms grip around the bark and with one swift movement, Helin swings her legs upward to lock her ankles together and around the tree. From here, she’s able to menouver her way around the tree and climb it properly. Toes pressing into the dry bark make crumbling sounds as they drag against the sturdy trunk - her arms pulling her upward. Helin refuses to look down at the earth where she is a hostage to gravity. The wind kisses her face the higher she pushes into the foliage. Pure, untainted happiness swells in Helin’s fast-pounding heart. And then, in the last gust of wind, she realizes she has made it to the entrance of the treehouse. Moving in, on her hands and knees, Helin pokes her head, looking down at her friend with a large smile, ❛ Your turn, Posh Spice! Get your ass up here! ❜

Xavier immediately stared at her with a frown in response to her comment, very much used to Helin’s teasing, he learned to take it with ease. The plastic bag idea was a good one-according to Xavier-and he was sticking by it because then he wouldn’t have to stress over cleaning the mud off his shoes later. Of course he could have easily avoided this predicament entirely if he had worn more appropriate shoes but Xavier was more about style than purpose. “Yeah, let’s go with that - I like that one” Xavier nodded and crossed his arms as well to mimic her posture. He had known Helin long enough to be able to tell when he was walking on thin ice and, despite his sense telling him that the ice beneath his feet was narrowing, he still liked to play with fire. “Oh, I do have an extra pair of shoes in my car but they’re not mud-proof either. I really didn’t come equipped for this”

When Helin mentions her father, Xavier smiles again. Her words of reassurance were more of a reminder of how much Helin’s father had occupied his childhood memories spent on the farm. Xavier had learned a lot from Helin and her family, even though his own interests and career choice often kept him away from the farm, he would always treasure the lessons and experience gained from being around Helin.

As Helin began to climb up the tree, Xavier began to make cheering noises more to wind her up than to motivate her. Helin reached the treehouse much quicker and Xavier thought he would have more time to asses his climbing technique before it would be his turn. “I’d be mad at the Posh Spice dig but I can’t even say that you’re wrong.”His initial plan was to remove the plastic from his shoes to help his shoes grip onto the tree better but he took the risk and ascended up the tree anyway.

His climb and entrance into the treehouse was not as graceful as Helin’s, it required a little more maneouvering so that he would be comfortable in the tree house. He finally settled on a comfortable position where he could sit upright without his head bumping on the roof and his legs would dangle down the tree. “It’s exactly how we left it...” Xavier observed, his eyes glossing over the worn interior, to the fading handwriting scrawled across some parts of the walls.

#c: helin solak

johanna malcom:

She smiled at his next comment; the want to laugh was there though her heart hadn’t been in it. Too preoccupied— as was her mind, as she gave the tub one last rinse before tossing that cloth into the basket at her feet. Johanna knew how she must appear, especially to someone that knew exactly how to read her. The open book that she generally was made it painfully obvious, even more so to someone she kept close. Someone that would know when to ask—to prod—and when to allow her to open up on her own. Such had been Jo’s way, for as long as she could remember. The woman rarely if ever keeping something hidden. Utterly unable to tell anything but the truth, or hide her true feelings— at least not for long. It was both a blessing and a curse, for she rarely if ever was able to allow a negative emotion to fester. To truly take hold. Though still, sometimes to dwell was all she wanted too do—to be able to worry and sit within those feelings for a few moments more.

Leaning her weight against the tub, the brunette turned to face the man that had become more like a brother than a friend. Hands placed on either side—griping the tub gently. Holding the gentle weight of her rams as they grew lax. In that moment she appeared at ease, despite the spinning of her mind. Frame loose—relaxed—save but for the pinch in her brow and the tension that hung clear within her eyes. “Maybe you need a new line of work,” she teased Xavier then, a comment she’d made once or twice before. Always in jest, though should he ever decided it was time for a change, Johanna would be first and most boisterous supporter. It was not that she didn’t like his work, or that she thought he was miserable in it. It was simply the thought of working within a realm where trust wasn’t always so easily done — where people generally thought the worst, or where to lie came far too easily to some, was something the woman had never been able to wrap her head around.

Watching him for a moment more, Johanna would turn her attention to that basket of dirty towels, as Xavier would continue with his stocking. Mind pulled in three separate directions—split between where they stood and the beach—between the sand and the person she was truly worried about. “Does it not look okay?” she deflected, the jest still high within her voice as she moved towards the washing machine. That thing stacked beneath it’s dryer—hidden within a closet. “Have you heard anything about Marcus?” she’d ask after a moment. Clearly it was time—she was ready to talk.

In his line of work, Xavier was more than used to seeing people in their moments when they were feeling down. He would have his methods and words of motivation to help pick themselves back up but with Johanna, things were much different. She was one of his oldest friends and considered family so if she was hurting, Xavier felt it more personally. While he wanted to respect her privacy and her right to just feel down in peace if that was the case, Xavier also wanted Jo to know that he could be a listening ear if she ever needed it. Knowing Jo for as long as he had, as well as her usual behaviour, it was very much clear to Xavier that something was wrong.

Those types of evenings were spent with long chats while Xavier tried not to mess up the simple tasks he had been given-he even stopped to turn the bottles so that the labels were facing the right way. From the moment Xavier arrived that evening, he realised something was just off. While there was some conversation, each pause was filled with something that. Xavier couldn’t quite put his finger on and each time he found himself digging deeper to pluck up topics to talk about. “Yeah, you might have a point right there” Xavier chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at her. He knew that there was a lot of opinions about the type of people that worked in politics, they were all right but Xavier couldn’t imagine himself working in any other industry. It wasn’t that he believed he was no different from his peers, he had seen people go to the extreme for things to work in their favour – the types of lengths that he would never go to himself.

His parents did have some influence in his career choice but the rest was all him wanting to be part of the process that went into making the next leader, even if he did not want that type of role for himself anymore. Xavier was good at reading people; he could just tell when something isn’t right. He was doing his best to not treat Johanna was if she were one of his clients and not one of his closest friends but each moment of silence was drawing him closer to just outright asking her what’s going on. “You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t obvious” He responded in a manner which indicated his worry yet, his tone was light. “Marcus?” Xavier’s brows squeezed together in confusion, what did he have to do with it? “What’s there to hear about Marcus?”

#c: johanna malcom

winter-seance

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ft. @xavierprice

#XP MUSINGS FT CELESTINA FLORES GARCIA

celestina garcia:

A wave of nostalgia came straight at Celestina when she was met with Xavier Price’s face. “Wow…Long time, no see handsome. I thought you’d be back during a major holiday to do your usual visits…Like the 4th of July or something.” It has been a while since she’d last seen him, especially since he’d advanced more in life than she did by getting out of Mystic. However, she was beyond proud of Xavier’s success and seeing him grow through the years into the man he had become today. Out of the two of them, he deserved that much for the amount of work he had put in to gain traction in his goals and career.

Rolling her eyes, she nudged him playfully and said, “Scaredy cat. How about this, you start off slow…And then catch up, yeah?” She was always the instigator when it came to this, but given that it has been a while since they’d gotten shit faced, she was willing to give him a break for the time being. “So when did you come back? I could have done a whole welcoming party for ya.” The dancer then slid over her batch fries to share, along with the condiments that came with it. “Of course, of course…It’s a rookie move to drink on an empty stomach, mhm I see you. Uh, tequila reposado…Just to get me by…I’m out here killing time while doing the usual hustle. And how have you been?”

When Xavier first arrived in Mystic after moving here permanently, he kept a low profile given the circumstances of his relocation and just to give himself time to adjust to his new surroundings. It wasn’t for any personal reasons against any of the old friends he had gained in the small town, it was purely just so that he could process the sudden loss of his grandfather and focus on supporting his grandmother. Once he felt settled enough, Xavier started to go out and show his face more, and in doing so, he ended up reconnecting with a lot of people from his past. Now every time he stepped out; he was bumping into someone that had known him since his childhood days. Xavier found himself slowly starting to see the appeal that made his grandmother want to come back.

“Not any more, I’m here on a long-term basis now” Xavier answered, he didn’t actually know how long he intended on staying in Mystic for but with the way things were going, it seemed to feel more concrete each day. ” Now every day is a major holiday” He added with a bold smile. Xavier had lost track of just how much time had gone by since he had last seen Celestina but seeing her again did make him think of their childhood days.

Xavier chuckled, it wasn’t like he didn’t know what he was getting himself into the moment he sat down next to Celestina in a bar. “Why do you always make it sound like I don’t have a choice in the matter?” He asked her but that wasn’t him turning her down either. They were long overdue for a catch up and, after the week he’s had, he wasn’t planning on calling it a night any time soon. “I’ve been back a few weeks now. I would have reached out sooner but I barely had any time to even take a piss but I wouldn’t say no to that welcoming party” Xavier continued to help himself once Celestina pushed over the fries and dips, nearly forgetting he had his own meal on the way. “People like me have to line their stomachs with about four meals before I can even sniff tequila. I’m a little wiped out but all good otherwise. Enough about me, what have you been up to?”

#c: celestina garcia