★ ━ ( alisha boe, cis-female, she/her ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is LAUREL JANE WALKER (NEÉ MATLIND).. also known as LJ. Last I heard she was born on JUNE 29TH, 1995 in BALTIMORE, MARYLAND, but she’s been livin’ in RICHMOND, for about FIVE YEARS. Word around the districts is, this doll, LJ can be ALOOF, IMPATIENT, & QUICK-TEMPERED, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s LOYAL, SELF-SUFFICIENT, & RESOURCEFUL. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that she works as an ASSISTANT MANAGER @ CROSSROADS MUSIC & BOOKS. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: lia, pst, 23, she/her )
White picket fences and a two-story house in the suburbs with trees crowning the roads like an archway. A picture-perfect life! They had a personal chef because both parents were too busy working to cook dinner, but they thought it would be better for the family to eat around the table as if it would make the meal more intimate. Serious conversations to build any semblance of shallow-less connections were absent.
Laurel’s parents had always been involved. Maybe a little too involved in the wrong way and not involved in the ways that mattered. In today’s world, they would be considered helicopter parents the way they hounded her about grades and making sure to get accepted to John Hopkins University on a scholarship to study pre-med. Yes, of course, they wanted her to be a doctor! Much like both of her parents are. Her mother, a neurosurgeon, and her father, a physical therapist. Not to mention they always compared Laurel to her older sister, Mikayla, who studied at John Hopkins pre-med and then got into Harvard Medical School. The pressure to be perfect had built so much that she was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. It wasn’t until a major life decision caused a rift so large that she hasn’t spoken to her parents in over five years.
LJ had a secret boyfriend in high school who she kept from her family for the reason that romance is a mere distraction from what really mattered: her education. Which in some regard, yes, is correct but at the expense of her own daughter’s happiness and sanity it was a little too much. The day after graduation, without care nor regard to her parents’ concern, Laurel and her boyfriend (along with a couple of witnesses), young and in love and full of hormones and adrenaline, escaped the masses and traveled across the country to the Oregon Coast to elope as they read it was one of the most beautiful places to host a secret wedding.
Breaking the news to her parents went less than stellar as they berated her over the phone and cut her out of their will and trust. Laurel told her it was love and it was real and that it was more than a puppy, high school romance. Her boyfriend believed differently. A month into their so-called marriage, he packed up his belongings from their small studio apartment in Portland and left without so much a letter.
Heartbroken, and feeling stupid, it took Laurel a year to get over this betrayal, and even as she begged to come home her parents were having none of it. During that year, since she could no longer afford the apartment on her own, she got a part-time job at Crossroads and took a few temp positions just to make rent. As time progressed, she really made a name for herself at the music store, getting to know the locals, finding her ‘spots’. She had her favorite coffee shop, her favorite bar, favorite clothing boutique… Portland, despite the sadness that came in the beginning, became her home. LJ is now out here living her best life, although she misses her parents and wished they’d pick up the phone when she called. Not to mention, she hopes that her husband… who, yes, is still legally her husband, will come back.
For the most part, Laurel does enjoy working at Crossroads but it doesn’t pay the bills. On the side, she’s an independent esthetician… without a license. But what she charges isn’t as much as licensed cosmetologists and estheticians do so she does have clients. She has to get charged under the table for the reason that what she’s doing isn’t exactly legal.
eevee: you. me. Pitch Perfect moviethon!
laurel: please don't let this be your way in asking me to start an acapella group with you
cammymonroe:
Okay, truth be told a Goonies themed party sounds like it’d be fun. But at the same time, I think a lot of people would think I was having an 80′s/pirate fusion party.
If you think about it; it doesn’t actually sound that bad. In fact, it sounds trendsetting. And after all, aren’t you a trendsetter Ms. Monroe?
aubreypce:
“i got an email last night from a parent and it was WILD!” aubrey tells the other, she’d had to re-read the email a few times just to understand what the parent wanted, she was gobsmacked. “his kid is failing my class, so he wants me to give her a C? for no reason at all” .
laurel scoffed and rolled her eyes at the parent’s demand, only laughing slightly because of aubrey’s incredulous tone. “fucking milennials, am i right?” she leaned over to read the text. “how do you deal with the burden of helicopter parents?” she asked, memories flashing before her eyes of her own.
malachidubois:
This was a stupid idea, Malachi thought as he clutched the small potted plant in his hands. Between his schedule and Athena’s exuberance, this little guy was doomed. Still, his apartment needed some brightening up and plants were the easiest way to that, weren’t they? “For clarification purposes.” he began, turning to the person beside him. “Cacti are virtually indestructible, right?”
LJ looked up from a succulent she planned on purchasing for herself. “You can actually kill them by over-watering it or keeping in a too-cold environment. Trust me,” she said showing him her thumb. “I’ve got myself a brown thumb. It took me a few tries before I could keep one of those spiky fuckers alive.”
cammymonroe:
“Well I don’t mind a good challenge. It’s nice to meet you though, Laurel Walker,” she replied with a little bit of a cheeky smirk with her response. She then said, “So now that we’re not total strangers, I’d like to take you up on you having asking me out. Just let me know when and where.”
“Would it be too forward if I said: my place?” Laurel giggled. “No, but I figured it could have been a while since a real sweetheart took you out. Why don’t I keep the where a surprise and the when could be: this Friday night? I can pick you up at 6?”
thomas-nakamura:
“Do you mean other than street artists?” Thomas asked. “Is it bad if I say I discover them all on Instagram? I follow Pace Taylor pretty closely. They graduated with a BFA a couple years before I did. And, uh…. Becca Klassey for simple paintings. Anisa Asakawa? I’m sorry. Does that make me not an authentic wanderer?”
“How does one define an authentic wanderer?” She mused, wiping away the pretzel salt on her lips with the back of her hand. “Have you created any street art?”
mirelakohler:
“I never thought that! Why is it so surprising? I mean, even though horror movies are based on real facts, they have some freedom to adapt the story to the movies. Like Annabelle. The real life doll is very different from the one they decided to put in the movies. And documentaries can’t have that freedom, they are supposed to tell all the ugly truth and lose some of the appeal they horror movies have”
“Isn’t that all the more horrifying? That it’s really happened to someone else so it could happen to me too?”