Aubreypce​:

kirby-powell​:

they cocked their head to side thinking really hard. scary movies were not kirby’s first choice thing to watch. “um… scary movie 3.” they replied with a small shrug. “it counts. i saw it in theaters and was convinced the girl from the movie was going to kill me.” 

“just because the title has the word ‘scary’ in it, doesn’t mean it’s scary. do you know what is a horror movie though? titanic. i stand by that.” laurel wasn’t that well-versed in all things horror movies. if it weren’t for liv and livvy, her knowledge would be that of an amateur. perhaps she asked simply to gather recommendations. “it was one of the ten movies my family and i watched together back in baltimore.”

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brooklynariwiles​:

Yeah Bryant is too smart for his age. He knows what the pea’s look like and he will not be fooled lol. 

I bet if you put me in front of him I’ll tell a lie so convincing he’d have to eat his peas. He’ll be out here thinking it’s candy or something.

liv-rivera​:

Liv burst out laughing at her follow-up question, now she had to know what this girl was up to. “As thrilling as it would be to fuck a fictional serial killer- I’m gonna go with pass,” Liv shook her head before taking a big gulp from her iced caramel macchiatto. “Okay- what are these questions for?”

“For the sole reason that I love getting to know more about you.” Laurel laughed, nudging Liv’s shoulder a little. “If you could fuck any cartoon, who would it be?”

mrezekielbautista​:

Ezekiel leaned back against seat at the cafe his eyes drifting down to his watch for the second time in 10 minutes. He’d been looking forward to this get together, a chance to get out for the day and relax. It was fire season, so he was constantly on call in case of forest fires and this was just a chance to see someone other than his crew. As if on cue his phone chimed, the nail in the coffin. Sorry can’t make it. Raincheck. Cursing softly, he motions to someone hear by holding up a coffee cup.

“Hey want a free cup of coffee? I haven’t touched it, I just preemptively got it for a coffee date who bailed on me”

Laurel feigned a gasp in flattery, holding a hand over her heart. “You’re asking moi? Don’t mind if I do. Can’t have enough coffee,” she said gesturing the latte in her own hands before taking a seat across from Zeke. “Damn--what’d you do to be stood up this time, Z? Gave them a preview of the goods before they paid for the show?” Laurel teased, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth before taking a sip of the free beverage, neglecting the one she had already purchased. Free things had a better taste on her tongue.

PORTBAY TASK 001 !

BASIC  INFORMATION.

FULL NAME: Laurel Jane Walker nee Matlind

NICKNAME: LJ

OCCUPATION: Assistant Manager at Crossroads a record shop. And unlicensed esthetician.

AGE: 25. 

DATE OF BIRTH: June 29, 1994

NATIONALITY: American

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELIGION ( or lack thereof ): Grew up Baptist, but is currently agnostic.

PHYSICAL INFORMATION.

DOMINANT HAND: Lefty.

ACCENT + INTENSITY: Has slight Baltimore accent and occasionally still uses Baltimore slang.

TATTOO(s): She got a tattoo of her and her husbands wedding date -- she got it two weeks after the ceremony. Still hasn’t had it removed.

SCAR(s): None,

PIERCING(s): Has a nose stud on her right side, has earrings along the lines of her ears. Also has her belly button pierced.

GLASSES: None.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION.

HOMETOWN: Baltimore, Maryland

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Portland, Oregon - Richmond neighborhood

LANGUAGE(s): English -- Casual French and Casual Latin because of classes she took in high school.

SOCIAL CLASS: Before adulthood--upper middle class. Now, lower class.

BASIC EDUCATION: High school diploma.

COLLEGE EDUCATION: None.

DEGREE(s): High school diploma.

MOTHER: A neurosurgeon, cold and distant.

FATHER: Physical therapist, quiet and stoic.

SIBLING(s):  Older sister, Jasmine who was pre-med and got her PhD at Yale.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER(s): Husband--who was her high school sweetheart and then left her a month after marriage.

CHILDREN: None.

ADDITIONAL FAMILY: None worth mentioning.

PET(s): An American short-haired grey and brown cat named Einstein.

RAP SHEET?: Was locked up one night for disorderly conduct and for also public indecency.

PRISON TIME?: None.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS: She is loyal, self-sufficient, and resourceful.  

NEGATIVE TRAITS: But she is also aloof, impatient, and quick-tempered.

BIGGEST FEAR: Ending up alone.

BIGGEST REGRET: She would never admit it, but leaving her family behind.

WHAT’S MORE IMPORTANT? SEX or INTIMACY?: Definitely intimacy.

ARE YOU A LEADER or A FOLLOWER?: Leader.

ARE YOU SPONTANEOUS or DO YOU NEED A PLAN?: Spontaneous. Most of her life decisions were made on a whim.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE?: At the very core, yes. She still believes her true love is her husband which is why she believes if she waited, he would come back to her.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: Oh yes--she is still in love.

DO YOU CARE WHAT OTHERS THINK OF YOU?: She didn’t care what her own parents and sister thought of her--she couldn’t care less of someone else’s opinion. Unless, it’s someone she really cares about.

HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH STRESS?: She will start rearranging furniture in her apartment or go on a nature-themed adventure. Also, she would go to a kick-boxing class to get her anger out.

WHAT IS A SONG YOUR CHARACTER RELATES TO THEIR LIFE?: Vienna by Billy Joel.

VICES & HABITS.

DO YOU SMOKE?: Not cigarettes, but weed.

DO YOU DRINK?: Yes, socially.

DO YOU DO DRUGS?: No hard drugs.

DO YOU HAVE ANY ADDICTIONS?: Adrenaline Junkie

DO YOU HAVE VIOLENT TENDENCIES?: Huh-----yes and no. She would never direct violence toward anyone in particular, but she would redirect that toward inanimate objects.

DO YOU HAVE ANY SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES?: She wouldn’t believe this is self-destructive but she refuses to romantically move on from her husband. She also doesn’t think before she acts.

MISC CHARACTER QUESTIONS.

IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD CHANGE ONE PHYSICAL DETAIL ABOUT THEMSELVES, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: She hates the length of her legs -- she wishes she was more limbly proportionate.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY?: She loves rock-climbing.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S LEAST FAVORITE PHYSICAL ACTIVITY?: Doing the dishes.

YOUR CHARACTER CAME FACE-TO-FACE WITH THEIR WORST ENEMY. WHAT IS THEIR FIRST REACTION? 

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE WEATHER? The Portland rain!

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S FAVORITE SEASON?: Winter

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S LEAST FAVORITE SEASON?: Summer

YOUR CHARACTER KEEPS A PHOTO ALBUM OF MEMORIES FROM THEIR LIFETIME. IF THEY COULD ONLY KEEP ONE PHOTO, WHAT WOULD IT DEPICT?: A couple of months after Laurel was born, her mother took a photo of her sister Jasmine carrying Laurel and Laurel was cryimg.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY?

SOMEONE ASKS YOUR CHARACTER TO DESCRIBE THEIR FAMILY. HOW DO THEY ANSWER?

IS YOUR CHARACTER A MORNING PERSON, A NIGHT OWL, OR SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY?

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S LEAST FAVORITE COLOR?

A STRANGER MAKES A CRUDE COMMENT TO YOUR CHARACTER. HOW DO THEY REACT?

                               ABOUT THE CHARACTER.

★ ━  ( 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 )

                          BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…

growing up she was exposed to;

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.

all about the family & their relationships;

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.

the road to portland starts with;

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.

her occupational perspective;

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.

liv-rivera​:

“I don’t even know how you managed to mutter out that statement without doing a ghostface impression,” Liv chuckled. LJ and Liv had become fast friends with her several trips to the record store, they were learning about music together. Liv was always welcome to a new tune, as long as it didn’t involve heavy metal and some dude screaming. If she wanted to hear screaming, it was going to be on a tv or movie screen because someone got stabbed. “Don’t ask? Hmp- something tells me your trying to locate people’s fears and what they are resilient to,” she smirked. “But like you don’t already know- I’m a Halloween a girl, Michael Myers roaming around wanting to gut people just because- but I’m also a Scream girl. Including the fourth one that people seem to hate for some reason, the third one can die though.”

Liv and Laurel bonded through their developing love of music and movies--but she would love to delve deeper into that friendship as those she thought she had connected with from her young adult age weren’t around during the most trying time in her life. She smiled at Liv’s answers--of course, she gave an indepth answer. “Follow-up question: who do you think would win in a boxing match? Michael Myers or Ghost-face: Stu-Macher?”

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?”

thomas-nakamura​:

“You know, if you spend more time walking around in a specific neighborhood, rather than relying on cars most of the time, you can actually stumble upon some pretty neat finds,” Thomas said, casually showing around a passerby. “Hole-in-the-wall restaurants, neat antique shops, you name it. You’d be surprised what kind of books you’d find in a no-name shop.”

“You’re really speaking my language,” Laurel muffled with a mouth full of soft pretzel. “I never would have seen this pretzel place next to the enchilada place if it wasn’t for you.” It was actually a lie--Laurel had been to that pretzel place plenty of time before this moment but she didn’t want Thomas to feel bad as a tour guide. When she first moved to the city, she explored Portland through every nook and cranny. It was rare that there was a hole-in-the-wall place she didn’t know about. “What about local artists? Are there ways you can stumble upon them by aimlessly wandering?”