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malakaicardel​:

Place: Anywhere, really. 

Time: Around 4pm. 

For: Anyone @elisabethstarters​

Malakai stared at the magazine article for way too long. Apart of him, slightly numb to it, while the other half of him desired to throw up; as one always did when they were given more images of their own mother half naked and talking about her sex life, along with the production of her toy line for two pages. After all these years, one would think the man would be used to it, but truly – it never came to full terms. Shutting the magazine – why it having fell into his hands in the first place, a entirely other triggering story – he looked up at the person across from him. “Okay, I need a lighter – rather to burn this crap, or my eyes out, I haven’t decided.” He stated, in the back of his mind knowing if there was ever a reason to drink, it’d be this. “You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette on you, huh? Or maybe, even my will to live?” 

“Sure thing,” Jess said, and fished her handbag for her pack and lighter, which she’d been going for anyway. She plucked one out between her teeth, and then offered her pack of Camels to the guy, the lighter in the same hand. “Hope you don’t mind menthols.” Whatever had been in that magazine must’ve been an eyeful. "Don’t tell me, new developing details on the West-Kardashian divorce?” she asked, raising an amused brow. 

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WHERE: whitview, QUBE. WHEN: 4:36 PM @elisabethstarters​

Having finished up her work for the day in Whitview, Jessica went on a little stroll. She didn’t want to head back to Port Elisabeth just yet, not having explored this part of the island much beyond the locations they’d looked at. Her fellow PA, Rebecca, headed back to their temporary home base almost immediately, citing a long awaited spa session at The Ivy. Jess however, decided to wander. And her wanderings brought her into an art gallery.

After taking in several rooms full of art, she landed on a work that she zoned in and out of, focusing and unfocusing her eyes. Maybe it was fatigue of the day, the week, getting to her, but she really wasn’t sure what she was staring at, at all. 

“I think I’m missing the art gene required to appreciate this, because I just don’t get it,” she said to the first body she felt move into her periphery.  “I mean...I just don’t see it. Do you see it, whatever it could mean?”

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🧀 GET TO KNOW, meme —

As you can see, there are some very important questions here 🤣

What is your full name?

What does your name mean?

Are you named after anyone?

Where are you from?

What is your eye color?

Are you right or left-handed?

Do you have any siblings?

Which of your parents or guardians are you more like?

What is your greatest weakness and strengths?

Do you enjoy your job, and why?

What is your best physical feature?

What is your favorite childhood memory?

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Are you preoccupied with money or material possession? 

Are you active on social media, or do you prefer to be more private?

Could you go a day without swearing?

Where do you live now, and with whom? 

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Have you ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed you?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? 

Would you rather someone be honest and hurt your feelings or lie to protect them?

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? 

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

What were your nicknames growing up, including the ones you hoped you’d never hear again?

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

What would be the worst “buy one get one free” sale of all time?

Where was the most embarrassing place you’ve farted?

If you had to choose a food to represent you, what you pick and why?

If you were forced to bathe in something other than water, what would you choose?

What ridiculous and untrue, yet slightly plausible, theories can you come up with for the cause of common ailments like headaches or cavities?

What would be the hat to end all hats? What could you wear on your head that would make people stop what they are doing and stare in awe and amazement?

Toilet paper, over or under?

Do you wash your legs in the shower?

Do you know what a salad fork is?

Is a hot dog a sandwich, and why?

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dawsonxromy​:

↳ LOCATION: BEAN & CO. 

 TIME FRAME: EARLY MORNING, AROUND 8 AM.

@elisabethstarters.

Damn. 

Was she that out of practice that she forgot how to work the damn espresso machine? Romy struggled getting the portafilter twisted on to prep for the next drink. She continued welcoming other’s inside, regardless that she was struggling internally to keep up with the overflowing orders. Of course she wasn’t alone, but the other barista might as well have been nonexistent with such little help they had been. 

Finally getting the handle secured, she moved on to froth the milk; which if she would’ve known there was a clog somewhere in there, she wouldn’t have attempted it in the first place. Letting out a small yelp, just as the milk began spewing across her apron, while little bits of it landed in her hair, she struggled to turn the machine off in time. She glared at the other barista, “You just gonna stand there? I–” But before she could go on, a hand reached over to end the nightmare that was her first day back.

“I am so sorry,” she pleaded towards the other, “for all of that.” Her hands motioned towards the machine before flopping back down at her sides, “Thank you, for the rescue. What can I get for you, anything, it’s on the house.” A grin spreading across her features with such thankfulness, she was practically beaming, “Anything at all. Maybe not an espresso, but anything else.”

A coffee was an essential start to her working day, so of course Jess wasn’t gonna go without one. Not today, at least, when two semi-important investors were coming over to check on the locations with her and Rebecca. But first, the coffee. It took a minute to get in line, give her order, and her curious eyes couldn’t help but glance over every now and then to see what was happening on the baristas’ side. Something malfunctioning — didn’t look too good, and if anything, she felt empathy for the girls.

“It’s okay, honestly, I’ve been there,” Jess said, remembering nightmare days working for a smoothie shop where nothing ever seemed to function how it should. “I’ll take anything you’ve got with caffeine in it, a really strong brewed black tea, anything.” She would’ve certainly preferred a shot or two of espresso, but she wasn’t going to pitch a fit about it. Shit happened.

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devilknockin​:

LOCATION ▬ PRYZM, PORT ELIZABETH. TIME FRAME ▬ MIDNIGHT, TUESDAY EVENING. OPEN STARTER ▬ @elisabethstarters​

In a sea of people he found some kind of disconnect, a rather perpectulant take of those around him as his internal monolouge berated him with his own distaste for the human race. Mikael Larsen was an odd addition to this free-flowing town, in fact, he found that only place he seemed to fit in was the familiar stool where he sat himself every night, a glass in hand as he tried to drowned out the people around him. 

Their constant chatter was nauseating, time consuming and boring — intellect was something that could keep his fleeting attention span. The person that was trying to talk his ear off that night had little to none, he avoided yet another eye roll as he drained the remains of the amber hued liquid and signalled for another.

He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as he looked to the chatty stranger, a fake smile now etched onto his features; the tightness was there. Unaware that even with his best attempt to look friendly, it wasn’t sucsessful tonight. 

‘‘In reality, the dull nature of your tone and lack to create an engaging conversation has driven me to imagine what gauging my eyes out would be like—’‘ He paused as the drink was placed in front of him, offering the server a small thankful smile as he turned his attention back to the situation at hand ‘‘— and right now I believe that would be more pleasureable.’‘ 

Without a second thought he turned his body away from the person at hand, a sigh of relief finally leaving his once puffed up chest, a head shake followed before his fingers wrapped around the crystal glass; hopeful that his night would continue in peace and solidarity. 

It was a wish he knew wouldn’t stay that way, he could only be hopeful. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Jess had been under the assumption that the conversation she’d struck up with the stranger at Pryzm had been going quite well. Apparently not so, the man doing a quick about-face and unleashing a torrent of words that left her speechless for a second or two. “Excuse me? The dull nature of my tone?” Disbelief, that’s all she had right now, because she couldn’t remember anyone ever saying that to her. 

“Well I’m sorry I failed to uh, entertain you there buddy, and create an engaging enough conversation to hold your interest...” Sure, she was no Penn and Teller, but Jess wasn’t a bad conversationalist by any means, was she? Had she talked too much about the boring details of location scouting? Did she yammer on about her job so much like one of those people who can’t talk about anything else, because they live and breathe their work and were boring? Doubts started to creep in. 

“Like, sorry for that, I guess...” He was free to go off and talk to someone else, if he wanted to. She wasn’t gonna hold a stranger hostage to the dull nature of her tone. 

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forresteverly​:

WHO: open / @elisabethstarters​ ! WHEN: 8:30 pm, january 9th, 2021 ! WHERE: the cellar !

It wasn’t exactly a rarity for Forrest to be hanging out with friends, but he certainly wasn’t used to being invited out for drinks and to catch up, and only then have said friend catch the eye of another patron and ditch almost him entirely. In all fairness, his friend and this other individual did seem to be kicking it off quite well, and it would almost seem illegal to leave without finishing the wine in his glass. Bringing the rim of his glass up to his lips for another sip, he eyes the pair before narrowing in on what must be the friend of his pal’s interest. Not really one of small-talk, Forrest hesitates momentarily before deciding it would be more fun to drink with someone than to drink all alone. ❝ Seems they’ve hit it off quite well, don’t you think? ❞ he begins, gesturing at the seat beside them, as if to ask if it’s free. ❝ Should we start betting on the wedding theme now, or in about an hour when they’ve got a few more drinks in them? ❞

It had been a long day of scouting, and Jess was beat. One would think her supervisor Rebecca would be generous enough to let her crash in her hotel room at last and sleep the day off, but no. A nightcap was needed, it was decided. So here they were, and soon she didn’t even have Rebecca to talk to, losing her to some guy they’d just met. “Oh, I wouldn’t start the wedding bells ringing just yet.” She leaned in closer to talk to the guy in a more quiet, conspiratorial way. “This is somewhat classified, but Rebecca’s in the middle of a divorce, you see. So if anything, we can call it a rebound.” Her eyes jumped to the long haired blonde at the other end of the room, currently throwing her head back in laughter at what Jess assumed must have been a riotous joke. “Then again, maybe there’s a precedent for rebounding so hard you actually end up marrying the first person you meet. Who knows.”

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hey all ! i’m vi and this here is jess, an old muse i’m breathing new life into bc i love her to death. my ims are open if anyone wants to plot any & all shenanigans. some info about jess under the cut.

Name: Jessica Iris “Jess” Grochowski Age: 27 From: Vancouver, B.C. Occupation: Production assistant on an indie film Town: Port Elisabeth Sign: Taurus (af)  Siblings: None Burnaby spelling bee champion: 3 years running (1999-2001) Relationship status: painfully single

Super new in town, like, ‘only been here 2 weeks’ new

I haven’t even decided where she lives but it’s between The Ivy and a random airbnb (if anyone’s renting out units potential connection there!)

She’s here for work, currently location scouting for an indie film that’s due to shoot in the spring. 

V laidback personality but also a restless bitch if you know what I mean

Keeps to herself, introvert, but no stranger to networking due to her job

Her job is temporary, or so she said 2 years ago when she began working on sets. 

Still not sure what she wants to do with her life, but this is a living, and also she gets a breather from Vancouver so that’s nice. 

Opinions about Elisabeth Island so far: v pretty, v nice, 10/10

If you see her on the street 99% chance she’s got her airpods in and can’t hear you.

I’m open to just about anything if it fits, so come at me!

If you are that way inclined, her full bio is HERE.

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❤️❤️❤️

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she gets it

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if i ever opened up to you i was joking

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Imogen Poots in Mobile Homes

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wrong number|open

janice: i just came home from work. i'm so happy ;_;

janice: i never took off my bra so fast lol

janice: annnd this is the wrong number, sorry.

jess: oooh

jess: hot

jess: send pics? ;)

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“He looks like the old man from Up.”

He raised his hands slightly to show that he didn’t mean any offense with his remark. “Alright, alright. Sounds like he’s a postmodernist or something. That should be fun. Is he hot?”

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“We found the carcass dumpster diving and the cushions free off craigslist. Crazy, huh?” Jess grinned. You wouldn’t even know that under the soft cover throw were a bunch of mismatched, different colored cushions. But it seemed to work, and be cozy as hell in the process. “I’m not selling, you’d have to trade me a magic cow for it or something.”

“I swear to the god I don’t believe in, I’ve never sat in a couch this comfortable. Seriously, if I had the money, I’d buy it”

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"It's not freaky sex shit, it's art. He displays and sells them to galleries too. But he does say weird things while he's plastering you up like ‘the breasts are the true eyes into the soul’, and probably something about dicks and antennas, but I wouldn't know," she shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows at the woman and turned his head slightly away, yet still keeping his gaze fixed on her. “I’ve never heard of that kind of freaky sex shit, but color me intrigued. Where do I sign?”