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solmatua‌:

“Shay, look at these jeans. Even god doesn’t remember how long I’ve had them, and I did not buy them with these holes,” Solomon said with a sweeping gesture over his baggy, ripped pants. “Something eating you, or are you really just missing some inspiration?”

“Jeans with holes are in now, are they not?” Honestly, she had no idea. Shay was not one for keeping up with fashion. She’d grown up with brothers, and her mother didn’t exactly teach her how to be a girly-girl. What little she knew about make up and clothing came from vague youtube tutorials, but she’d rather spend her days in leggings and old t-shirts that couldn’t get ruined by paints anyhow. She let out a sigh at Sol’s question. “Little bit of column a, little bit of column b.”

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violentparties‌:

indy’s heart sunk for shay, but she seemed to be handling everything well. or, at least, better than indy ever would have. she couldn’t even imagine the type of revenge she’d be plotting against someone leaving her the way shay was left. everyone, it seemed, was a much better person than indy was, but she was trying hard not to think about it. “you burned all his shit?” indy said, a grin on her face, “good for you, girl. that’s exactly what he deserves.” that was definitely more her speed, she thought. she smiled when shay offered support back, though compared to her, indy had almost nothing to complain about. “thank you, too. honestly, i probably could go for a shitty rom-com and ice-cream night soon if you’d like to join,” she smiled.

Shay could tell that Indy was surprised at her composure regarding the whole matter. Most people were. Holding her hands up, she let out a small laugh. “Don’t let my calm nature fool you. After the bastard left, for months I was an absolute wreck. I could go into the details, but it’s not worth it. I just keep telling myself he isn’t worth the time and energy it takes into being mad. A better revenge is to move on and pretend like nothing ever happened. And if he ever dares show his face around here again, well, he can see I’m happy and I don’t need him.” She paused. “...but yes. I burned his shit and it felt amazing. I was going to smash his car, but his dad brought it back to their place before I could do that, but I mean, it’s probably for the best.” She gave a small nod. “I’d suggest Bridesmaids, but that’s not really shitty. Though it is one of the top rom-coms.”

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yejin-seong‌:

With her earphones in place, it was easy for Yejin to get lost in her own little world— even if she was outside of the comforts of her apartment. 

She had decided to take an hour of repose, to walk around and spend time with her head lost in the sights that Cape Hazel had to offer. While walking on the beach, she paused and let her feet sink deeper into the wet sand as the waves came, a serenity only growing until she felt something hit the back of her legs. She turned slightly and retrieved the book that lay before her.

Yejin was still bent over as she shook it up and down. She grimaced at the darkened water dripping from the pages, then held it up to whoever was closest by. “Is, ah— is this yours?”

Shay had been so focused on getting out some of the water that had soaked up into her shirt and pants that she hadn’t noticed how far her sketch pad had drifted. It took her a moment to realize that the other girl was talking to her and she nodded.

“Yeah...that would be my disaster.” She took the book and flipped through it, frowning when she saw how smudged everything was. There would be no air drying to fix this mess. 

“You know...when they pull Jack’s drawing out after being stuck at the bottom of the ocean for eighty-four years, there wasn’t a smudge on that sketch of Rose. My book falls in for less than thirty seconds and everything is a goner.” She sighed. “Movies make such unrealistic expectations.”

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frnkiebyrnes‌:

“well, maine winters last until summer and then it’s winter all over again,” she mused, watching as harper put up a chubby little hand in her own form of a wave. “are you telling me we aren’t already deficient of that?” she glanced at the book, and then at her. “well, that’s good at least. nothing too important. i can’t draw for shit– do you do this for a living?”

“I mean, sometimes you can throw in some pretty autumn leaves. But only for a couple weeks, and then forget about it. It’s just all...dreary.” Shay gave a small smile. “Only for a few more weeks, then summer starts and the sun comes out. ...thank god.” She gave a nod. “I own the gallery up that way.” She pointed. “I showcase different forms of art...whatever hits me for muse at the moment. Photography, painting, sculpting, sketching...I’m a jack of all trades.”

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catalinamarco‌:

          She loved the water. She was out in the beach, enjoying the sun and her own company. Times like these she contemplated getting a dog, but that would be too much trouble for a girl who was already trouble herself. Besides, knowing as much as she did could get anyone she loved killed – which is why she didn’t get as close to people as she wanted. Either way, Catalina had a target on her back, and the Cape was only there to hide it for a moment.

        Watching the tide come and go, she heard a fellow feminine voice mumble behind her, looking over her shoulder to see a grumpy brunette crying over spilled milk. Walking over to the girl, she offered her a hand, “I guess you’re not really used to the ocean, huh?” She smiled brightly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got an outfit that might just suit you perfectly.” Catalina shrugged.

Shay looked up, confusion on her face before she graciously took the other girl’s hand and let out a small sigh. “You’d be surprised. I’ve been here...how old am I?” She honestly had to pause to think before she shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve lived here my whole life and grew up around the ocean. I just got lost in my own little world for a minute.”

Speaking of her own little world, she bent down and picked up the sopping wet sketch book that was beyond saving at this point and frowned. “...guess this is going in the trash.” She shrugged. “At least there wasn’t much in it, yet.” Blinking, her eyesbrows knit together with confusion. “...you’re not going to take me somewhere, steal my clothes, and make me do a walk of shame back to the gallery where I have a spare change of clothes...right?” She was joking...mostly. This day in age, you couldn’t be too cautious.

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frnkiebyrnes‌:

frankie was taking a walk with harper when she watched the unfortunate scene unfold, wincing a little at the misfortune. “oof,” she exhaled, near the woman. “that can’t be salvaged, can it?” she already knew the answer, the pages were sopping. harper watched with wide eyes, reaching out a chubby little hand at the lady. frankie shifted, and nodded towards the book. “did it have anything important in it?”

Shay sighed, looking down at the sopping wet pages and shook her head. “Probably not. If the sun would ever come out, maybe I could air dry it and see if anything was worth trying to save, but the way things are going, everyone in town is going to develop a Vitamin D deficiency.” Smiling down at the baby, she waved before looking back at the book. “Not really. I’m lacking muse at the moment, so it’s mostly just doodles.”  

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violentparties‌:

shay’s positive attitude was admirable, even in indy’s ultimately pessimistic eyes. she could see where shay was coming from, had picked herself up from rock bottom and moved on more times than she could count, but she supposed she did it with a bit more of a scowl on her face. shay’s attitude, despite it all, was something to look up to. “maybe that’s why shit keeps going wrong for me, the gods are just getting their payback,” she joked, her face a little more sombre when shay mentioned the wedding. it was a small town, and both girls had been here forever, so it was hard not to get sucked into other people’s drama. “i heard about the wedding thing,” indy said, “i can’t even imagine how fuckin’ rough that must be.” she was being more genuine than she usually would be, but she could sympathise on some level. “don’t be scared to, like, reach out, let me know if you need anything.”

“That, or they’re preparing you to become stronger.” Shay shrugged. “I don’t think I’d be the person I am today without some of the things that had gone wrong. Granted, most of the bad has happened in the past year and before that, everything was okay...but still.” Looking down at the ground, she sighed. “It could be worse. I mean...at least he didn’t leave on the actual wedding date. Now that would have been pure hell. And I mean, burning everything that had to do with him made for one hell of a party and bonfire.” Shay gave a small smile. “Thank-you, though. It means a lot. Really. And the same goes for you. ...whatever’s going on, whatever payback someone is getting on you...let me know if I can help.”

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solmatua‌:

“I know you’re lying to me, but keep doing it.” Solomon laughed and flashed Shay a smile once he darted back with the sketchbook, shaking it out to dry. “Aw, come on, even a little something’s important for a start, right? What were you trying to work on, anyway?”

“You dare call me a liar? I should push you back into that ocean.” Shay giggled and flung some water in Sol’s direction. Looking at the book, she shrugged. “Just doodles, really. I’m having a bit of an artists block lately.”

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violentparties‌:

indy smiled at shay, glad that she was able to see at least something positive out of what was an objectively shitty situation. she knew that she wouldn’t be as graceful if it had happened to her, and in her new plight to be better, softer, and kinder, she found inspiration in surrounding herself with people so unlike herself. “well, a new sketchbook is always a good thing, so i can see where you’re coming from,” she said with a smile, “but if that was me, i’d be cursing the ocean gods and planning my revenge by now.” it was a joke, but not really. she was known for overreacting over the slightest of things. “how’s that fresh start coming along?”

“I have them stock piled up at the gallery, so at least I’m not going without.” Shay shrugged and let out a laugh. “If I cursed the gods every time something in my life went astray, I’d be cursing them pretty regularly all day. Between the wedding fiasco last year, the loser cruiser mysteriously being pained orange the other day, and now this?” She shrugged. “There are definitely worse things out there.I won’t name them, because I’d probably somehow jinx myself and they would probably happen to me, but trust me. There are worse things.” Taking a deep breath, Shay shook her head. “...the fresh start is a work in progress. I’ve got my good days and bad days, but the good is starting to outweigh the bad, at least.”

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violentparties‌:

the beach had always been one of indy’s favorite spots. whether she need fresh air and a chance to relax, or she needed more inspiration for her art, the beach always seemed like the place to be. she had been completely at peace, so focused on her work it was hard to think about anything else, but she was pulled out of her reverie when she heard a familiar shriek and looked up to see shay standing over a completely ruined sketchbook. her heart fell into her stomach as she looked at the now lost art, unable to even imagine how shattered she’d be if it had been her own. jumping to her feet, she raced over to shay and the book, picking it up out of the water while she clutched her own to her chest. “i don’t know if any of this is saveable,” she said, holding it out to shay, “but i hope at least something is.”

Shay wasn’t too torn up about the sketchbook being lost. It was a fairly new one, and while she’d had a few sketches in there that had been coming along nicely, it wasn’t one that held the important drawings in her life. This one was mainly doodles for when she was bored. Nonetheless, she still appreciated Indy’s kindness in fetching it from the waves. “Thanks...” She sighed, glancing over at the girl. “That was way colder than anticipated. ...maybe I should pick a spot closer to the parking lot next time.” She chuckled. Holding up the book, she let it drip some before opening and shrugging. “You know, this could be considered a metaphor for my life. Starting fresh, a clean slate, washing away the old and in with the new.”

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solmatua‌:

Solomon laid on his back beside, eyes closed as he soaked up the few rays peeking through the clouds. After nearly a week of rain, even these couple drops of warmth sent a rush through Solomon, and he relaxed into the still-damp sand while Shayler worked. The steady crash of waves nearly lulled him to sleep until they leapt up the shore to lap against their perch. “Oh, baby,” Solomon said, snapping up to laugh at his soaked sweatpants. “How’s this for a fashion week look? Oh, shit, Shay, your sketchpad.” When Solomon noticed the book escaping with the waves, he hopped to his feet to retrieve it for Shay.

Shay looked over at Sol and chuckled as he dripped from the ocean. Squeezing some of the water from her shirt, she tilted her head. “You’re still the most fashionable guy in Cape Hazel, Sol.” She let out a laugh. Sighing, a small sigh escaped her lips. “It’s fine...don’t worry about it. There wasn’t much of anything in there anyways.”

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antiquatcd‌:

“i think the lesson is just don’t stand by the water in general,” finn suggested, his pant legs rolled up his calfs, and his dog, butterball, walking alongside him. every now and again the fuzzy, little dog would venture into the waves and then back towards finn. this time, butterball brought a sopping wet sketchbook to her own, proudly wagging her tail. “do you want this back? dog drool and seawater included?” he asked, chuckling casually.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if the water wasn’t negative thirty degrees...” Shay shrugged, brushing her pants off. She sighed, looking down at herself, before glancing at the dog who had come over with the book. She let out a laugh, bending down and gently taking the book and giving the dog a pat on the head. “What a good pup you are. My dog would probably be half way down the beach with this right now playing keep away. ...shepherds. They’re great dogs, buuut they’re also assholes.”

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uh oh! it looks like someone painted shayler’s car bright orange. who could it have been?

Honestly, Shay smiled when she saw the car. Her first thought was ‘wow, that car looks a lot like mine, except it’s orange and not…” But then she realized not only did the car look a lot like hers, but it also had that same dent from when she had bumped into the guard rail over on Freemont Street last year. …and then it clicked…that was her car. She wasn’t exactly smiling then.

“What in the actual fuck…?” Shay just stared at the monstrosity in front of her. The old, beat up Volkswagen Beetle, previously an egg white color with paint peeling slightly from the sides, almost hurt her eyes as she looked it over. Who in the actual hell would have the time and the patience to do something like this? The young woman shook her head, just letting out a sigh.

Honestly, it wasn’t even worth getting that upset over. The car was already dubbed ‘The Loser Cruiser’, it couldn’t be much worse. If anything, the new paint job added character. Plus, now you couldn’t see the scratch from that one time she hit a branch…she wasn’t the best driver. So sue her. At least the damage was only done to her car, and to nobody else.

Walking around the bright orange beetle, she looked it over, an idea forming in her head. The artist in her was hatching a plan, a plan to make a shitty occurrence at least a bit better. She let out a low whistle, before she made her way back inside and found her permanent paints.

A paint brush between her teeth and a few different colors laid out on a palette in front of her, the brunette set to work, creating brightly colored designs all over the bug. So while yes, it was a bright, god awful orange, at least there were cute peace signs and flowers to accompany the new paint job.

As the car sat there drying, she let out a sigh and stood back, admiring her work. She had no idea who had done this, but she made a mental note that if she ever found out, to at least thank them. She was going to pay a company to repair the car after her few mishaps, but now? Now she had a masterpiece in front of her, and it honestly described her perfectly. 

“Thanks, Cape Hazel prankster. I owe you one.”

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Sitting on the sand down at the beach, enjoying how the warm sun felt on her back, Shay had a sketch pad on her lap and she let out a soft sigh. Honestly, her muse was completely gone, and she didn’t know what she was doodling, but her hands moved along the page and charcoal smudged the underside of her palm. The curse of being a lefty...no matter what she did, she still ended up with dirty hands. Music was playing softly in the background, and she was humming along until that stupid, awful (though catchy, she had to admit...if she didn’t hate the singer so much, it would be stuck in her head all day) song came on and she quickly switched the song. She wasn’t paying attention and didn’t notice the tide send a wave towards her, and she let out a small shriek and winced as the cold water soaked her jeans. Jumping up, she didn’t think of the consequences, watching as the sketchbook that had been in her lap hit the water. “Well shit.” She sighed. “Just my luck. Guess that’ll teach me not to sit so close to the water this early in the season.”

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you won’t believe who i just saw walking down main street! DANIELLE CAMPBELL! what do you mean that’s just SHAYLER “SHAY” BOWDEN? who is SHE? a 22-year-old ARTIST…interesting. and the CISFEMALE is + HONEST& + COMPASSIONATE, but i should watch out for when they are - DISORGANIZED& - FORGETFUL? will do.    

AYO. I’m Caryl, and this is Shayler. But don’t call her that. She hates her full name. She goes by Shay. 

A lil bit about my lil baby:

She grew up in town, spent her whole life here.Her parents own a diner and she worked there growing up, and still does sometimes. She was a cheerleader in high school and loved the social aspect, but didn’t really dig the sit still and learn aspect. So, college wasn’t in her sights. She adored art and anything where she could get her hands dirty, so naturally, she went to art school. She’s got her own little art gallery down by the beach and that’s where you’ll find her a lot of the time. She loves it all: photography, painting, sketching...a lot of times you’ll find her hanging out by the beach sketching people as they’re spending time with their families.

She used to be super happy go lucky and love to interact with people and could have a conversation with a wall. Buuuut...she had some drama llama last year, and is sort of more guarded and cynical about certain things, especially love.

See, she had this best friend that she grew up with and they did EVERYTHING together. Attached at the hips. So, it didn’t surprise everyone when they started dating in high school, and then got engaged when they were old enough. But a week before the wedding, he took off. Shay had no idea what happened. She woke up and he wasn’t there, but there was a note on his pillow that just said “sorry”. A week later, she got a postcard from LA, and a picture. There he was in a recording studio. And then a few weeks after that, she heard him on the radio. ...so he had left her to go live the dream, without telling her, and she was left broken.

She’d be happy if she never saw him again. And god forbid someone bring him up or play his music around her...she gon’ kill. Or you’ll at least get something thrown at you or a slap upside the head. 

It’s been a little over a year, so she’s not as shattered as she was when it first happened, but she throws a pity party once in a while. 

Just come love her. I’m down for any and all connections or plots!