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lzydae:

weekends usually meant a lot of income for raging waters. from friday morning to sunday evening, the aquatic center stayed packed with guests of all ages. but for some reason unbeknownst to dae, the facility was a fucking ghost town this particular weekend. he had nearly cried from boredom as the hours ticked away at what felt like a supernaturally slow pace. seriously, had something traumatic happened and he was the only one out of the loop? in his desperation, he had resorted to standing outside the entrance on the boardwalk, flashing his signature dopey smile to all who passed. “HEY! you’re not doing anything, right? come check out our new slide, it’s really tall and hella dope. unless you’re chicken. please…”

darbie had just gotten out of her shift for the day, though she had been wandering around the broadwalk for a good half hour. summer time back home in wildwood usually insisted of lemonade on the patio and chats of who knows what with her father. with recent events, though, darbie would rather be anywhere but home. which led her to wandering around, wasting time doing the one thing she opposed at first. “ uh, “ she stopped in her  tracks at the questions, first pointing to herself to make sure he was talking to her. dressed in a sundress, with no bathing suit on, darbie was sure he couldn’t possibly be asking her. “ i might just be a chicken, don’t really feel like it’d be such a good idea to go down a slide in a dress, “ darbie explained, pointing down to herself as she did so. “ give me about thirty minutes, i can go and get my bathing suit and come ? though you’ll have to convince me about that slide a little bit more than ‘ really tall and hella dope ‘ if i’m going to willingly hand over the fee to ride it for you. “

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WITH RELUCTANT HANDS ,   she started smudging out the letters inked with chalk - eyes shifting to discreetly glare at her boss the whole time she was doing it. there was time taken, hoping that he would just listen for once. people loved puns. more importantly, darbie loved puns. not to mention the perfectly drawn lollipop on the board, sad face etched into it, but it was great. hearing the ding of a customer, she quickly stood up straighter - cheerily greeting them.   "   can i bother you for a moment ?   "   she started, trying to hush the protests of her boss with a waving hand.   "   if you saw a sign that was hilarious, would you be more inclined to come into the shop ? i was writing the sign for today and, apparently, the hit song lyric ' my life would suck without you ' doesn't go with a cherry pop giving you sad eyes. would you share your thoughts on that ?   "  

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tryhcrd:

       he’s got a cup in one hand, iced coffee topped off with a fair ( invigorating ) amount of lemonade & jules is sucking on it thoughtfully as he stares at the street, nodding, his voice contemplative, almost melodic. 

       “i mean, i…  disagree. i think if – gun to my head – i had to incorporate a mcdonald’s sauce to my sex life, it would definitely be sweet and sour. like yeah, okay, so it’s a little sticky, but it’s versatile. as long as you don’t stick it IN anything, it would probably be the tastiest – ?” 

        " i mean, i don't see how you can disagree with honey, " she started, eyes rolling. " sure, it's not one of their ' branded ' sauces, but it's still a sauce they have. and possibly already used by plenty of people during sex. " darbie takes a handful of jellybeans in her hand from the box, popping two at a time into her mouth as she attempted to explain.

" i guess sweet and sour sauce would be the next best, though i would have to avoid mcdonald's fries after it forever. but i still don't see why honey or, gosh, even syrup wouldn't be your choice. sure, the guy with the gun might try to argue, but it's pretty easy to convince someone that the breakfast sauces are still sauces. "

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xthcos:

theo concentrates on the task at hand, brows furrowed and tongue poking through teeth. right now, it’s a drawing of a cheeseburger with eyes. he’s so fucking hungry, but his shift doesn’t end until later. he gives up on the mediocre mess of a drawing and rests his forehead on the counter in defeat. he just about slips into a dreamless sleep when he hears someone clear their throat.

he looks up lazily, cheek pressed against his arms in a half-assed attempt to look alive. “hey,” he greets, small smile on his face. “you here for a tattoo ?”

darbie usually wouldn't be caught dead in this place, knowing that she definitely grew up here in wildwood as one of the goody-goods in town. yet she was furious and wanting revenge, figuring that a small piece of ink etched into her skin could do the work. that thought didn't stop her from pacing outside the doorway to the tattoo shop for five minutes before finally walking inside, her attention on the boy with his head down on the counter. figuring it was a last minute chance to get out, she just about turned the other way and back into work to cut lunch off early. but she held her ground, throat cleared to attempt to get his attention.

she bit back the sarcastic remark she had in the beginning, not bothering to mention that she didn't walk into a tattoo shop for a burger. " i - " she cut herself off, letting out a deep sigh before continuing. " possibly. but i honestly don't know the first thing about any of this. "

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BLOODSHOT EYES BLINKED DOWN AT THE ICED COFFEE GRASPED BETWEEN NIMBLE fingers ; observing the rippling liquid as the male stirred the straw within his beverage, getting lost in the soothing repetitive motion and the sound of ice gently clinking against the glass.    ‘  listen …           listen  !  i’m still very … very much uh          recovering from the night before but i just matched with a bartender on tinder and i need to know if this line is cheesy or not, okay  ?   so …   are you a frozen margarita  ?  because you just made my brain stop working.   do i send that  ?  do you think that will get me free drinks  ?  because ya boy is broke as hell and could use some of those, let me tell you.   ‘   he hummed, glossy browns glazed with a mirthful gleam, the lower half of his face cloaked by his beverage.

PANCAKES SOAKED IN SYRUP ARE MORE POKED AT THAN EATEN, the fork glued to her hand pushing the chopped up pieces around as she listened to her company's conversation. darbie did not know why she did these things, getting up in the morning for some nice breakfast with someone she didn't care to ever talk to - let alone sit and eat with. " i think you should go for it, " she spoke, an opinion of hers being asked for. her tone was sarcastic, a piece of the pancakes finally making its way to her mouth. " they've already matched with you, of course. so i assume they've probably got bad taste in jokes, too. make sure to get some drinks too, if i'm going to have to keep dealing with you this summer. " she puts on a sweet smile, her words not matching her smile nor her voice as she looks over her plate towards the boy.

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paiine:

          “  WHAT is it about bartenders that is so inviting that one thinks it’s okay to proceed to spew out their entire life story in a limited vocabulary of slurs and expletives? ” he let out a brief huff, pushing a handful of shot glasses to a tipsy tourist toward his right. “ i refuse to believe it’s just the booze. some people come in here just to talk! they don’t even drink or dance! one night, a couple came in just to vent about how they think the other is cheating.  anyway, maybe it’s my permanent ‘i don’t want to be here’ expression. ”

         " pretty sure one of the requirements for bartending is to be able to be a cheap therapist, " she spoke, running a finger down the condensation on her glass. " bars are so inviting that everyone just feels the need to rant for a bit, what's so wrong with that ? personally i'd love to bartend to listen to other's stories, though i don't know one thing about serving drinks. " she took a sip from the drink in her hand, setting it down back on the counter as she sat up more on the stool. " so do you think they were cheating ? "

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stcviie:

❛ GREETINGS stardusters , ❜ she enters the conversation , voice two times the size of her body. ❛ star… dusters… that sounds like a drug. anyway , ❜ stevie struggles to find her train of thought , carrying the plethora of objects she had collected on stage throughout the night. ❛ did you guys know that people actually throw things on stage for fucking DJs ? like , i’m not mick jagger or fucking beyoncé , yet somebody threw their bra at me ! inside the bra ? an american express card. it will be used very irresponsibly. wanna JOIN ? ❜

" yeah, i'll take that back thank you. just wanted to give you props for a good night, " darbie laughed, holding a hand out for the bra before shaking her head laughing. SADLY she hadn't thought that good, but was storing the other brave girl's idea in her head for later. except for the card part ( who was crazy enough ? ) it would be a hit for her. " it would be wrong of me to say no, of course. the girl clearly meant for you to have fun with it, so i am completely in. "

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mcdonovans:

“Work?” Mick asked, his brows raising as he looked the other over. It was abundantly clear he should have been at work, in fact, his shift started about thirty minutes ago and yet here he was, stood in the middle of the other’s shop. “I honestly don’t know her, but I do know I definitely need one of these right there.” He said, pointing at one of the more obscure objects residing within their place of business. “And you to take a break and come hang out. Besides, it seems dead as hell in here. I don’t think the boss man will notice.”

" see, that's nice and all, but i actually want to keep a job, " she spoke, turning around and pointing to the different flavored mints he motioned to with a look on her face. darbie grabbed the pickle and bacon flavored ones off the shelf, holding them out in her hand as she motioned to pick one. assuming it was the only ones that they sold, she hoped that she picked at least one right. " in fact, i need to keep a job, " she continued after, " as soon as i step foot away from this counter someone will walk in. "

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bcllakim:

———— “ WELCOME TO THE GEMINI!” she spoke to the silhouette that stood at the counter, in such dark hours, she had not realized they had been there before. she couldn’t make up their face in such dim light, and therefore assumed it was yet another stranger coming in for a palm reading or a tarot cards session. “i sense you’re affected by the full moon, i’m afraid…” she stated. whether it was a true statement or not, you couldn’t just know. she liked to throw in random sentences in the air, maybe because they made her seem more reliable, or maybe because they made her seem weird as she was.

she'd been back in town for a couple of weeks, yes, but that didn't mean darbie ran into everyone yet. and, if should had anything to say about it, she would be back to college without seeing everyone in this l o v e l y town. so when darbie caught sight of a familiar ( not welcomed ) face on her way to her shift, she quickly bolted for the first place she could. registering words being spoken to her, she turned around into the shop and groaned. sure, it was a cool place and all but - darbie wasn't known to get all good readings from fortune tellers, so she'd rather just avoid it all together. besides, she was a gemini. over the years of growing up in wildwood and walking into this place excitedly at twelve years old, she realized that that wasn't a nice thing. " not really, i have those black out curtains, " she replied, fingers drumming on the counter as she peeked outside to see the person walk on by. " blocks the light out. "

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fckinisla:

“Come on my, my pretty.” She said, jogging backward on the boardwalk. Practically bouncing with energy Waving her fingers in the other’s face, she put on a cackling voice, imitating a witch. “We must find the witches’ brew! On this fine night, oh the moon is bright!” She practically screeched, pointing towards the crescent moon above. “For we need it to undo the spell, and save me before the clock strikes midnight!” Continuing her fast pace past ice cream shops and surf shacks, she erupted into an elaborate dance, one that drew the attention of the crowds walking past. “Will you help me in this journey, my valiant knight in shining armor?”

darbie was certain it was a sight, the two of them. one girl yelling about witches and spells, floating about the length of the boardwalk, the other girl following behind with uncontrollable giggles - in a half jog as she struggled to keep up with the other's energy. " i'm not sure i even want to save you, " darbie played along, voice raised enough for the other girl to hear over the crowds that covered the boardwalk summer after summer. " i could very well be the witch, stopping her wouldn't so be in my favor now would it ? " covering her face with a hand at the other's actions, she smiled at the people in the crowds around them when they met her eyes. letting out a deep sigh, darbie finally pleaded, " isla, please - i wanted food, not a journey. "

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chrvlied:

“hi welcome to the sugar-” one minute charlie was playing around with her sketchbook, experimenting with light and shade during the slower hours at the sugar shack, the next she was beneath the checkout desk, hoping the customer hadn’t seen her. they were someone with whom she was unfortunately acquainted and had (like most people) embarrassed herself in front of. her face flushed hotly and she hoped that if she remained down here long enough, the person would simply go away. then she wouldn’t have to face the anguish of seeing them again. 

the sickly sweet sound of the door ringer went off in her ears, alerting the employees of the sugar shack that someone decided to come in for a few cavities for the day. darbie was focused on the counter opposite the cash registers, wrapping up a candy bundle and cursing her father every single time her finger gets stabbed by the tape dispenser. her focus was taken away though, thumb going to her mouth once again as she quickly turned around to the front as she felt the breeze of charlie moving - or, falling ? eyebrows crunched up on her forehead, darbie looked from the girl crouched on the floor to the customer in the door with a confused smile on her face. " uh, we're closed ? " she hesitated, just feeling the tension coming from the other girl. " yeah, lunch time. forgot to change the sign again, my bad. " darbie kept rambling on to the person, while discreetly pushing them out the door and switching the sign around simultaneously before making her way back over to the counter with an amused look plastered on her face.

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ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT ! i'm s / steph ( whichever one really i don't mind ) & this right here is miss darbie arrington. yes, darbie. not barbie, darbie. don't take it up with me, take it up with her mother. anyways i'm located in the central timezone & go by she / her pronouns & am honestly sooooo excited for this cause i've been searching for a home for this lil pumpkin for way too long. if you would like to plot, please like this & i'll awkwardly message you - or just awkward message me & i'll respond back & we can keep the awkwardness going together, idc. anyways ! onto darbs !

╰ ♡  &.  ( natalia dyer, twenty-one, she/her ) ─ is that darbie arrington walking down the boardwalk? i heard they’re a cashier at sugar shack for the summer because of one measly failing grade and a jerk of a father. apparently they’re affable, but i’ve heard they’re also known to be finicky. they remind people of getting lost for hours, feeling of sand between your toes, cotton candy sticking to the roof of your mouth, all capped texts sent back and forth between two people five feet apart.

a new jersey native, born to a family of four to make it five. charlie and tiffany arrington, parents that - for the most part - were pretty alright. her two older brothers on the other hand ... let's just say that little six year old darbie learned quick how to mess with them more than they messed with her. it didn't take long for darbie to establish trouble in the arrington's world, the little girl practically bouncing in front of the family's video recorder to get her shot in. she's always had a craving for attention, for fire, for something to light her bones up and make her feel the world at her feet. darbie got older and wiser ( not ) and had a strong knack for information. a lawyer for a father, this pleased him greatly. seeing as the two oldest were more into girls and cars and sports, darbie was taken under his wing as the golden child. stubborn, a bit too wild, but golden. of course, teenager darbie enjoyed the spotlight immensely. getting top grades in school, convinced her parents to let her fly all the way across the states for school in california of all places, and honestly - who doesn't want to be known as golden anything ? she's had the life, she's believed. summer's spent vacationing in who knows where with her college pals - wait, what ? got a drop with an F in chem two ? what do you mean you want to go to the bahamas ? we spend a fortune on your school and you can't pass a lousy science class. and with that, she was stuck back home in her hometown with a fake smile plastered on her face. one measly failing grade a her, quite literally, ass of a father that apparently can't take the fact that ' science is hard, dad '. now she's behind a cash register for the summer with little boys asking how much they can get her sweets for, and she's literally on the verge of tears.

okay she's the youngest of three and the only sister, she knows how to take shit and give shit. i mean, yeah, she's tiny but ??? tiny people can pack a punch

not that she would punch anyone but ? she thinks about it constantly.

on a serious note, imagine that girl in class that will ask the teacher the question everyone else wants to ask but doesn't say a word ? that girl is darbie.

she talks too much. i swear this girl won't stop. and it's not about nothing ! she's a history nerd she lives for it. if she wants to go on a rant about world war two or conspiracy theories of the past, she will darn do it. point of the matter she's got stuff to say all the time.

drunk white college girl. i don't feel like i even need to explain this girl past this bullet, cause it pretty much just sums it up. ( majoring in history at usc, honestly digs the west coast more than the east ? oops. )

she's extremely organized, picky, however you want to put it. she's got a pen for every class and is extremely fond of this thing called control. sure, she knows how to party. probably because she studied every book in the world she could get her hands on about it ( figuratively ) but who needs to know that ?

enjoys having fun for once. fell in love with the taste of wine at nineteen at her first ''true'' college party and never turned back. will spit off jokes like it's nothing, even though they are honestly the least amount of funny anyone's ever heard. enjoys texting in caps just to express her geniune feelings over things. see ? she's fun.

quite a stuckup actually. she's pretty much been spoiled her whole life ( hello, golden child ? ) and can't stand it when she's not ??

all in all, she really just wants to know why people keep offering her weed at her job ??? convinced that everyone's just trying to get her into more trouble ( into it, but still )

darbie is definitely a work in progress, though i always plan that out in a way to mold her into the roleplay and build her as i go. i don't have any set wanted connections list but i'm down for plotting and brainstorming and thinking up some nice stuff ! so please love her like i love all of you !

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“She refused to be bored, chiefly because she wasn’t boring.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me The Waltz (via wordsnquotes)

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natalia dyer petting a kangaroo —you’re welcome (✿ ◕‿◕)

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tag drop ! for one darbie arrington. est : sugar shack, wildwood boardwalk.