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marnie rushed outside quickly, her boots on and an enormous pile of blankets in her hands. a few hours had passed since she finally arrived home, having been stuck at the store with her parents. they sent her outside as soon as they got the groceries in, to finish taking care of the barn animals. most of them had already herded themselves inside, but some were left wandering aimlessly, confused in the flurry. marnie got them all in, turning the lights on in the barn and throwing the barn blankets over each stall so everyone had an item of warmth.

she nearly screamed seeing a man resting on a haybale, but refrained last second. instead, she eyed him up and down, then reached a hand out to get his attention. "hello?"

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hen might actually, genuinely be in trouble. he had thought the walk wasn't worth bringing his car, that it might be nice to get some exercise. he'd made the hike a few times now, but never in the snow like this. it had crept up on him, a few flakes quickly turning into a whiteout. eventually, the snow became too heavy to see through, and he was stuck seeking shelter off the road. the only shape he could see through the snow looked like what could have been a barn, and desperate for a reprieve, he headed towards it. the doors were unlocked, thankfully, and he slipped inside. unsure of what else to do, he just sat himself down on a haybale, already worrying about the kid. he trusted samson, but who knows how long he was going to be stuck in this barn, the wind whistling outside.

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"yes," kenny announced, but this time with more heart than the shit he was giving mael before. "okayish, but not right. and yeah, that continues to be an issue." kenny enunciated the words that mael had mispronounced, hoping it would help him. but as he threw his head back and admitted defeat for the day, kenny settled. "another day then, because the headache is mutual." he offered a smirk, letting the other know that it wasn't really offensive, not to him, anyway.

kenny stood, heading for the door, but upon opening it, his jaw dropped. "uhhh..." he looked at mael. "we might be practicing awhile longer." as you looked out at the scene before them, you couldn't see hardly anything five feet in front of you besides a flurry of white.

the brazilian male frowned slightly, running a hand past his hair. "a ella le gusta jugar com muñecas." he tried again, grabbing the pencil with his left hand once more and writing it on the sheet of paper. "are you sure i'm saying it wrong? it sounds okayish to me." the only thing was that his brazilian accent when speaking spanish was just too prominent and his pronunciation was off and for starters, it's 'con' in spanish, not 'com' because, well, that's portuguese. "oh... i said com instead of con again, didn't i?" he sighs, throwing his head back. "well, maybe we can just continue another time.... you and your native tongue are giving me a headache, kenny. i–i mean, no offense. was that offensive? sorry! it's just," he shrugs, obviously awkward and shy and not a native spanish speaker, "not portuguese. not the same. i'll go now."

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LOCATION: Mael's place TAGGING: @maelisms

"No, dude," Kenny started in, "you're still saying it all fucking wrong!" He practically yelled at the other, but it wasn't malicious in the slightest. He ended his scolding with a laugh. Kenny demonstrated to the other the correct way to say the sentence again, and pointed to the paper for Mael to try writing it again before speaking it out loud. He leaned back and caught eye of the clock. "Oh, shit. It's kind of late."

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"okay, damn," kenny said defensively, even though fiore wasn't being malicioius. he threw his head back and laughed, finding it all too funny. "too pretty, too pretty," he repeats, shaking his head. "i dunno, hot stuff, being stuck in a jail cell together sounds kind of fun to me." he suddenly imagined them being stuck, then thought about how fiore would probably lose his mind. "on second thought... never mind."

"well," fiore started off, running a hand past his hair, "sorry that my idea of fun isn't shooting up in the back of a shitty van, then." he lets out, rolling his eyes, yet there is no ill intent behind his words, and they are not said in an argumentative tone. fiore shakes his head at the other's words. "look, i don't know about you kenny, but i'm way too pretty to go to jail. i wouldn't last five minutes in that place. in fact? the idea of ending up in a jail cell has to be top five in my list of 'most horrible nightmares', just saying."

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"Trust me," Marnie assured, making a face and raising her hand as if to swear, "I get it. I'm... just as bad with people. Maybe just in a different way." She offered him a small smile, breathing out a quiet laugh.

Marnie nodded excitedly. "Yeah! You totally can!" She flipped through her book, stopping on one of her favorite songs. No... she couldn't show it. She shouldn't. "I mean, it totally is the same thing. Kind of. Well... yeah!"

She let her cheeks raise, just shy of a grin. "You write, too? What do you like to write? And playing the banjo is totally cool."

When the woman smiled at him, Dale returned her smile, feeling a little better to know he didn't upset anybody too badly. "I'm not always the best with people." He admitted.

"Oh that's neat." He told her, not sure how to react otherwise. He couldn't get to excited, then she would know that he wrote poetry. "You write music too?" He asked her. "I didn't really... know you could turn poetry into music. I mean I suppose it's the same thing."

He looked like a fool. He was sure of that. "I write, sometimes." He confessed. "Not music though, I can play the banjo, but that's just because my dad taught me at church."

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while it was often difficult to peel guinevere’s eyes away from the big screen, she was hardly oblivious, and the feeling of being watched was crawling up her spine with more and more vigor. when she located the source of the vibe, from a spaced-out girl at the picnic tables, she realized it wasn’t malicious and was simply a zoned out movie-goer. guin looked at the quickly-melting ice cream sundae that had been abandoned by a customer who’d changed his mind and made an executive decision. she grabbed it, a spoon, and some napkins, and carried them over to the girl. “oh, no worries, sugar. it looks like you need a sweet treat to get your creative juices flowing again.” she grinned, confident in the sugar’s ability to cure all problems. 

marnie grinned up at the other, her heart practically racing. it was just so kind of her, and for as scared as she just was, she realized she needn't be. she wasn't expecting all this sweetness to ooze out of her. "oh, wow," she said, her grin plastered on her face, "thank you so much. this is so nice. i don't have any change —" she began to panic, feeling her pockets. "i'm so sorry —"

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kenny watched the situation unfold around him, cops breaking up the good time and people scattering all over. he was a little too high to be aware of much else besides the chaos. it wasn't until someone was talking directly to him that he finally came around a little. he grinned. "well, i'm holdin' out hope for ya." he nodded. "of course. he dug in his pockets — his jacket, his pants, his shirt pocket — and began to panic. "shit... where's my fuckin' lighter, man? i just got that one." he threw his hands up, and only then did he realize it was in his hands the whole time. "aw, hell," he grinned cheekily, "there it is. here ya go."

" okay, OKAY ! " she exclaimed while being (dis)GRACEFULLY dispatched from the gigs by a few cops — fresh blood dripping from her nose , both clothes & bleach blonde hair in a state of complete disarray. " i'm going ! JEEZ ! " she eventually stumbles all the way out, dusting herself off. she doesn't know where her bandmates are. they all gost lost in the middle of the mess. their small crowd is getting kicked out, too. she groaned, sitting on the sidewalk, hand sneaking into the back pocket of her jeans to pull out the pack of cigarettes. when she grabbed one, she left it hang between her lips while she SEARCHED for the lighter. she looked up at the first person she saw close. " y' think we'll still get paid if one of the chairs flew over the owner's HEAD ? " a pause, and a lop-sided grin. " probably not. hey, y' got something to light this with ? i can't find mine- "

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"did you even hear me right?" kenny laughed. "how high are you?" he continued his climb up the ladder to the apartment above them. "i said, 'this is gonna give me bad dreams, nick. that's the only thing i'm scared of." as they reached the old man's apartment, he quietly stepped onto the balcony and peered into the window. as expected, he was nakedly eating popcorn on the leather chair in his living room. "here," he whispered, trying not to laugh, holding out the lighter to nick.

"what do you mean 'this is a bad idea, nick'? i'm full of good ideas." the biggest lie ever spoken into existence, but he was rolling with it. nick knew, deep down, that they were right, but he was reckless, and stupid, and most importantly, he wasn't sober right now, so anything really goes. "what are you so scared of? everything will be fine!"

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"fun," kenny repeated, thinking on the word. he's only been here a real short time, but he's already found plenty of fun in this town. however, hearing the other's suggestion, he couldn't help but snort a little. "that's your idea of fun? it's so... juvenile." he thought on it. "not a terrible idea, just juvenile. you don't get out a lot, do you?" he leaned back. "if the crime doesn't land me in a jail cell at the end of the night, i'm doing it wrong."

"we should do something fun," fiore looks towards the other and smirks, arms crossing across his chest as he attempts to think of something 'fun' they can do in a town so small, "what if we get drunk and sneak into the roller rink once it's closed and skate around like we own the place?" he looks around to make sure no one is listening. "i hook up with one of the guys who works there, so i have a spare key we can use to get inside. are you in?"

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Marnie smiled up at him softly, she wanted him to know she wasn't mad or anything — just... really bad at the whole words in brain to mouth thing. "You're fine."

Marnie contemplated. She wasn't very public about her writing. That sounds incredibly ironic considering she literally writes songs for a band that performs it to whole crowds, but no one knows it's her behind it. No one really knows she writes at all. Her family knows how much she likes to write stories, as a kid especially, but not that she'd prefer to make a living off of it than doing what they do.

Still, this guy was a stranger. What harm could it do? "Um... Well, right now I'm just writing a poem." She paused. "I'm... not sure if I'll turn it into a song yet..." She looked at him with uncertainty in her eyes.

Dale swallowed, knowing immediately that he had done wrong. She was mad, rightfully so he supposed, he was strange. "Sorry, ma'am." Dale cleared his throat, looking down at his feet. "Like I said, I didn't mean to spook you." He cleared his throat.

"It's strange, I know it's strange, I'm sorry. I just uh... I don't know why I did that I'm sorry." Dale told her, taking a breath. He looked like a real asshole. However when the girl apologized he sighed. "Can't blame you." He told her "No I... I just get real interested when I see people writing. What're you working on?"

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"My gorgeous legs, huh?" Barbie said coyly and grinned, nearly smirking as she looked from Roxie to the saleswoman one more time. If she was going to stare them down, she could at least make her uncomfortable. Barbie loved making others know exactly how gay she is. "Oh, but it looks so good on you! Your ass looks incredible." She couldn't help the laughter that escaped finally as Roxie posed. She couldn't handle the fake-seriousness anymore. She was just having too much fun. ""I don't know, the sleeves just aren't doing it for me. I think I ought to try one with smaller sleeves, don't you?"

Roxelana flashed the bridal shop attendant an all too sweet smile, one that could probably give you cavities if you weren’t careful. It wasn’t an apologetic smile, in fact her eyes flashed with more of a ‘kick us out then’ challenge in them. Turning her attention back to her best friend, Roxie grinned. “Oh I love it. Especially the length, it shows of those gorgeous legs of yours.” She practically purred, spinning in the latest dress she’d slipped on: mermaid style with a low open back and overly long flowing sleeves to boot. “I feel like if I wore heels in this I’d trip two feet down the aisle, I can barely move my legs.” She snorted in laughter, hands on her hips as she struck a pose for Barbie. 

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"And you don't think that... seems strange?" she asked, a little bit of attitude in her voice, but mostly she was curious. "To just... wonder what I'm writing? I don't even know you." Just then, her cheeks turned a little red realizing how bitchy she sounded. God, her lack of social skills was astounding sometimes.

"I'm sorry. I mean, it's fine. Like, it's not that strange. Well, it's kind of strange, but, it's fine." She shook her head, telling herself to just stop talking. "And this is why I write," she mumbled to herself, "you're so much better in written words, Marnie."

It was cold out, but Dale knew better than to spend the entire winter hibernating. It was just warm enough outside, his knee wasn't hurting him, it was a good day to go for a run. He'd gotten somewhat used to the area by now, having moved six months ago, and was more than comfortable walking or running in the park.

The air was nice, and the weather was much better than he'd expected. Dale even saw a few other people out and about. It was here that he felt a lot less homesick. He'd gone a couple laps around the park when he realized he'd passed the same girl once or twice. She was sitting there writing, and admittedly his curiosity had gotten the better of him.

He didn't even notice how strange he was acting until she spoke up. "Oh sorry." He remarked quickly. "Didn't mean to spook you." He explained, running a hand through his hair. "I just was uh, wondering about what you were writing."

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MUSE: Barbie LOCATION: the mall, the bridal shop TAGGING: @roxosman

Barbie eyed the saleswoman who had been making herself busy staring them down for the last ten minutes. For the first half, the woman had at least tried to hide it, but now she was shooting daggers. She couldn't help but crack a smile. "Okay, but what about this one," she said in a very serious tone. The dress, which was shockingly shiny, had extremely poofy long sleeves, but a v-neckline and it only came down to her knees. "Mom's gonna call me a slut, but it's my wedding, you know? So, like, what the hell anyway, right?" She made eye contact with the saleswoman, and then looked back to her friend.

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( froy gutierrez, 25, cis man, he/him ) KENNETH "KENNY" PEREZ has been living in Point Place for 3 MONTHS. Their favorite song is KASHMIR by LED ZEPPELIN. They’re currently up to LOOKING FOR A JOB, but they’d rather be DOING LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE. First impressions usually stick around here, and others describe them as PROGRESSIVE, COOL, and STRAIGHTFORWARD. Stick around to get to know the real them. ( lauren, 26, cst, she/they )

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘 ;

𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌: Kenneth "Kenny" Perez 𝘈𝘎𝘌 & 𝘋𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘉𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘏: 25 & september 16th 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 & 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘚: cis man, he/him 𝘚𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠: bisexual 𝘖𝘊𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕: looking for a job 𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠: caxcan-mexican and white 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔: Froy Gutierrez

𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ;

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥: 𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛: 5'10" 𝘉𝘖𝘋𝘠 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘌: thin, slightly muscular 𝘏𝘈𝘐𝘙: short, dirty blonde 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚: green 𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘚: quite a few scars 𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘖𝘖𝘚: multiple, undecided 𝘗𝘐𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: none yet

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: Kenny's most notable feature is his smile. He tends to reserve it for the right moments, not one to crack at any given time.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: The boy is always dressed in his favorite distressed jeans and either a band t-shirt or some sort of chaotically political shirt.

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 ;

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Kenny is chaotic, full of rage, and ready to riot at any time.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: + easygoing, friendly, accepting = independent, book stupid, observant - aimless, reckless, morbid

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: likes: smoking, anarchy, loud music dislikes: cops/any authority, rich people, snobs hobbies: skateboarding, smoking, protesting

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚: habits: getting lost in thought ambitions: to fuck the system fears: this is a secret but he fears he'll never find love

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ;

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February 1970