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     girl pockets failed every damn time. once they patted themselves down, sophie knew he must’ve been speaking to them. this is what they got for refusing to carry a purse around; bad pockets, lost things. only there is a beat of hesitation between his words and her reaction. what if she had forgotten her wallet at home? what if this was a plan? and what if just as she was reaching for the wallet, he would grab her and--no, sophie thought to herself, cutting the frayed worry off her train of thought as she remembered the coffee and stamps she had bought just an hour earlier. she had not forgotten her wallet at home. sophie turned to him, a tired looking smile softening their expression. they reached for the wallet and thanked him as they took it. “cute dog, by the way,” she nodded towards the canine hero of the day, her smile brightening some as she did.

Open: everyone ( @roswellstarters )

Ali had taken the day to spend with his puppy Milo since he had been busy with gigs. He took him out for a walk since the day was perfect for a stroll. He then stopped to let the puppy sniff around while he took out his phone to check the messages he received. Milo being curious about everything around him, noticed a wallet dropping to the ground near them. He immediately pounced on the item, causing him to jerk Ali a bit. Ali’s eyes went wide and quick knelt down to wrestle the wallet out of Milo’s mouth. “Milo, no! That is not a chew toy, let go.” He grunted with the puppy finally releasing it. He looked up at the person walking away. “Excuse me! I think you dropped your wallet, if it’s yours i’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new one.” he said with a slightly worried face, hoping there was no deep teeth marks on the leather.

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“I’d probably live on carbs if given half a choice,” came Seb’s reply and he shrugged, nose wrinkling a moment. At her question, he cast a glance about the place, still confused because it didn’t help one jot. “I’ll have a look while I’m grabbing the noddles,” he answered. “If there is, what you fancying? I can grab it.” He looked back to her. “Meet back here in fifteen with the goods?”

     “yeah, if you find a spot, get me a jasmine milk green tea please,” she hummed before jetting off to place their orders. a little over fiften minutes later, sophie found sebastian, both carrying their fair share of food. “we shoulda’ picked a spot to eat at before we got all this food,” she chuckled nervously, twiddling with one of the bags in her hand to make sure it wouldn’t slip out of her grip. “their outside seating is normally packed ever since they got those heaters, but i like it better than inside. you wanna check it out or..?” she trailed off, gesturing towards a bundle of tables near them.

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fckemms​:

           “tell me about it. narrowly avoided that fun sucker.” anybody. it was a nice save, but that was part of his problem. not everyone found that part of emmett charming, or were willing to live a little and risk dining and dashing or creating a distraction on the first date to get some free food. her cheeks flashed to tint the same colour as the jar of sour cherry jam he was holding and the corners of lips tilted into a complacent smile. the smile quickly replaced with a crinkle in his brow as the fridge door closes and vision catches on the shirt she was wearing. his. it was unmistakable. a lord nermal tee with sanrio characters on the back. lilac in colour with a burn hole on the bottom hem from cigarette ash; an attempt to do tricks on his board with a cigarette dangling from his lips. would have burnt up the whole thing if he hadn’t eventually noticed. “that’s a nice shirt,” words hum as he slithers past her to grab the crackers. 

     more than half the trouble sophie had gotten into with emmett was because of him. the few remaining times were her own ideas that she would have never acted upon had he not been around to agree and put the plan into action. it was so easy for him to have influence over her. sophie sometimes sat and wondered why?, but deep down she knew it was because she was comfortable around him. in his presence, she often times felt secure and even cheeky enough to do things like take his hoodies and t-shirts. she’d given most of them back by now, but she kept a couple of things because it felt too soon to let go. of course, she hadn’t intended on wearing it around him, but he had come with no forewarning, no text-- barely even a knock! then she’d been so caught up in trying to be friendly that she’d completely forgotten she had on his damn shirt. “thanks.” somehow the single syllable came out clunky as she fumbled with what to say next. she didn’t want to offer it back to him, but maybe if she made a joke, the subject could then be easily changed and it wouldn’t be a big deal. “y’know, this may look like a cigarette burn, but it’s actually from when i saved a colony of ants from a burning building,” she lied. sophie knew it was in fact a cigarette burn and she knew how it got there all because he’d told her before; being ridiculous was the only way she could think to distract him, though.

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his shoulders lifted in a half shrug at her question, taking a sip of his beer before he started trying to figure out how to answer her question. “i went to college and got a degree agricultural studies with a focus in animal husbandry,” he started slowly, head cocking to the side just a touch. “and after i graduated, i was twenty-one and started working at this… facility that trained and bred horses for big names. you know, big money horses - the kind people pay tens of thousands of dollars for? i’d done well in school and caught the eye of someone who worked there, i guess, so he offered me the job. and i was good at it - moved up the ranks quickly and all that. so, when i heard the ranch was up for sale…” he gave a small half-shrug. “i approached a few people, put out a few feelers with people i’d worked with, to see if anyone would take a chance on me, and… i got someone who was willing to put up most of the down payment i’d need in order to get the bank to agree to give me the loan. the people i got to give me the money were… sort of upset with my employer at the time, and they were willing to do it because having my own place meant they didn’t have to deal with him, but they could work with me. and…” he gestured around them. “i’ve been here ever since.”

     listening to tomas recount his history with the ranch made sophie’s heart yearn. it all sounded so simple, so dreamy. it must be so easy being confident. comfortable enough in life to invite a challenge like that. she felt he was far superior than her in character and strength, which made her believe she was unworthy of his advice. sophie decided not to bother him anymore with her nerves about growing her business. instead, she focused on his work. she honed in on what sounded like his passion and commented on, “how fun it must be to get to work with such beautiful creatures all the time.” in the brief moment between her reply and the incoming question, sophie heard a distant neighing. almost as if they had heard her and were expressing flattery. “do you ever keep in touch with the people who you sell to? just to keep track of them? what they’re up?”

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     even as someone bumped into her, sophie squeaked out an apology. it’s only when she knocked over the coffee does she regret saying sorry to the real culprit. still, they moved on, disappeared; leaving sophie to deal with the consequences and guilt. “i’m so sorry,” she told the now stressed out woman. “here,” sophie held out the small pack of tissues she carries on her person at all times. “should i get some napkins?” she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready to dash over to the dispenser should they answer affirmatively.

Location: The Crashdown Cafe Open: to all ( @roswellstarters )

Cora had spent most of her afternoon at the cafe grading papers. Most of them were great but some were not. She sighed wondering if anything she taught was getting through to some of her students. She leaned back in her seat, sipped her coffee and sets down. The moment she set down the cup, someone bumped into her table, causing it to knock over and on the papers. “Shit!” She exclaimed and quickly got up to move the papers that she can save out of the way. “No no no!” She groaned, moving her computer as well. She sat back down and sighed, running her fingers through her hair.

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     when sophie knows she’ll be spending the day outside of the house, she’ll opt out of using her car and take the bus. to get around from place to place a little quicker, she likes to bring her penny board and glide between bus stops and main street’s shops. which is exactly what she’s doing when a car door is swung upon. to lessen the blow of the inevitable collusion, she hops off the board so that it goes on without her into a thin crowd of pedestrians right before she runs into the small body. a hallow oof! escapes her in the midst of everything, but once things settle, sophie looks down and realizes it’s the young girl she babysat way back when. “you okay?” she asks her before looking up to the girl’s father and sophie’s friend, carmelo. “don’t worry about it. i hope i didn’t do much damage,” she replies, adding, “just help me hunt down my board?” she peers down the sidewalk to see it had been stopped after rolling into one of the city trees poking out between the concrete slabs.

the air is crisp, a little heavy, and the sun is winking just above the horizon. carmelo cruises down the road, hugging the white line so he can get a better view of the bustle this morning. he’s curious if the early birds have risen out of love or in spite of their alarm clocks. he chooses to wake with the sun, to greet her in reverence every morning. carmelo glances above his dash, recognizing his usual coffee shop and pulls over into his normal spot. he’s unbuckling his seatbelt whenever he notices his daughter, who had been quietly riding in the passenger seat, has opened the door abruptly. carmelo gasps, “mar!” and it’s too late. he watches as someone collides with it and he jumps out immediately, “oh my god i’m so sorry.”

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sparrowmoore​:

“ gingerbread chai , “ they responded , reaching out for a second box with the intention to buy it  , although they both knew that there were already two boxes stuffed into sparrow’s satchel that weighed against their thigh . “ my mom loves it . “ and their mom was in and out of hospital on a weekly basis these days : buying , or rather swiping , kind-hearted gifts for the woman that raised them was the least they could do when they very rarely , if ever , got caught . “ i usually only use chamomile for my piercings . helps get rid of keloid scars , “ the longer they spoke the less risk there was of sophie blabbing to the store owners , or at least that was what they hoped . maybe , in the mad rush for loose-leaf blends , they would forget the interaction entirely , swipe their brain free of sparrow moore , the robin hood of roswell . 

     eyes trailing sparrow’s reach, sophie watched as they picked up a box of the recommended flavor. she almost said there was no need to pretend, but she was afraid of mentioning the crime out loud. there were soccer moms around, nosy things that would gladly turn them in with a good civilian’s pride and passion. sophie was a neutral, silent civilian. she chewed on the inside of her bottom lip as she listened to them, her brown hues scanning for and counting their piercings. “i thought green tea was for that,” she replied as casually as possible as she reached for the gingerbread chai. “maybe it’s for something else in skincare and i’m just getting mixed up.” then, without thought, sophie stuffed the box of tea in her own bag. it was as if some part of her was convinced that the act would let sparrow know that she needn’t worry about her “snitching.” show, don’t tell. her heart raced, however. she felt clammy and regretful almost instantly, but forced herself to keep cool. sophie shrugged nonchalantly, though she was far from sure of herself.

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     zendaya & she/they / non-binary woman ‷ watch out , sophie jones has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-four and celebrate their birthday on april 24th. they are from roswell, reside in neptune ave. and are currently working as a care taker and jam maker. one thing you should know about them is their small business is called space jam. ‷ 

!! TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety, depression 

Stats:

FULL NAME: sophie hope jones NICKNAMES: soph, so-so, soapy AGE: twenty-four BIRTHDAY: april 24, 1997 GENDER & PRONOUNS: non-binary woman & she/they SEXUALITY: bisexy NEIGHBORHOOD: neptune avenue LENGHT OF TIME IN NM: her whole ass life OCCUPATION: care taker & owner of space jams (v small jam business she runs from home) JUNG TYPE: tba FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: receptive, mellow, crafty, curious, tender FOUR NEGATIVE TRAITS: jaded, fearful, biting, downhearted FAMILY: kyle jones (father), christelle jones (mother, nee hart), trevor jones (older brother)

General:

roswell native. had a relatively chill and well-rounded upbringing. her family is very tightly knit; she still lives at home with her parents

despite this fact, sophie suffers from depression and has an anxiety disorder. she has trouble allowing herself connect with people out of fear that they don’t genuinely like her or that they will hurt her in the future

to compensate, she’s developed this habit of sometimes mumbling on and on, revealing things about herself that some may consider too much. even after spilling her thoughts and secrets to someone, she still feels a disconnect, which can lead to her spiraling down dark thoughts

over the years she has gained some self-assurance through grounding techniques and by using different hobbies to develop skill and confidence. meds help too, but she’s bad at getting her prescriptions refilled, which results in her self-medicating

she finds that keeping busy helps keep her mind from going down dangerous holes so it’s rare that she isn’t up to something

with all these hobbies taking up so much of her time and her being too nervous, she dropped out of college her first semester in. sometimes she thinks about going back, but her little jam business has been picking up speed recently to the point where she’s been able to start vending at the local farmer’s market

when she’s not working or trying out new recipes for her business, sophie can be found in her garden, at the library, at a café, art galleries, museums of all kinds, her friends’ studios (music, photography, painting, ceramics, etc.) for collaborations, looking for new music, making up weird dances in her room, trying new makeup looks, bird watching, or in the makeshift studio her father built for her in their garage

Head Cannons:

generally too afraid to act alone on most decisions, sophie will gladly accept invites to going out and getting into trouble since she knows she wouldn’t have the guts to go by herself

makes awful awful choices when she runs out of things to do. srsly doesn’t know what’s good for her

pleasure seeker; avoider of confrontation

she’s a nice person, but can come off as someone with distant and low energy

her jokes can be a bit dark. she also has a tendency to bite back at people who she feels have really crossed a line

has all the vices; smokes too many cigarettes (says it keeps her anxiety at bay)

somehow always has an animal that she’s nursing back to health??? 

has awful style tbh. just wears old jeans or patterned pants and t-shirts all the time with grandpa cardigans (think the dude from the big lebowski). sometimes she does her makeup and it varies between just some mascara n highlight to glitter tears n purple lipstick. regardless, of how nice her makeup and hair is, she is always dressed ~hobo chic~

cant remember the last time she shaved

big fan of accessories tho - loves dangly earrings, big rings, chain necklaces, chokers, headbands, clips, sparkles etc. etc. 

lots of lil tattoos that sorta make it look like she’s got a bunch of scribbles n doodles all over her arms n legs

into weird music, lots of niche stuff; plays pianos / keys, a bit of guitar, drums sometimes, but not really

Wanted Connections:

older brother ( 0 / 1 ) - close in age and very close. he probably worries about her aimlessness, but other than that they have a p solid relationship. everything else up to you

exes ( 1 / 3 ) - sophie just drifts around the dating scene, hardly ever getting into anything deep because she’s so afraid of being vulnerable. that doesn’t mean there haven’t been times where she’s let her guard down. could’ve been serious or casual, maybe only physical, ended on good terms or bad i’ll roll with anything

friends - i imagine sophie to be the “floater friend” and sort just have a weird, vague spot in various friend groups. she’s got potential to be a good friend or a bad influence, i think

frenemies - maybe sophie annoys ur muse? i totally get it- she’s quiet, references weird shit when she does speak, and doesn’t laugh at your jokes.. wth soph

miscellaneous - customers, neighbors, high school friends she doesn’t talk to anymore, family friends, bad dates, tinder matches, cousins, parents (sophie is biracial; her mom is white, her dad is black), bird watchers, yoga buddies, people to jam with, 

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      oh she could feel it in her core alright. sophie was well balanced enough to hold the warrior iii pose, but it didn’t stop the burn in her abs. her breathing was disrupted, though, when she heard edie mumble something. it didn’t matter that she didn’t catch what her cousin said; the tone and their bond was enough for sophie to know that it was meant to make her laugh. failing to stifle her giggling, someone shushed them, making the two blondes snicker. when the session ended, sophie sat on her mat as she drank from her hydroflask. “you jerk,” she started warmheartedly, “you almost got us in trouble.. again- and i didn’t even hear what you said, so it wouldn’t have been worth it.” // @ediefm​

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fckemms​:

         this, even if it was poorly handled, was emmett’s attempt at just being friends. with no boundaries and manners, he’d swoop in and raid her fridge, just like he would any of his other friends. make small talk about awkward, failed dates. that’s what friends did, right? “left. she wasn’t exactly fond of my plan on ‘paying’,” air quotes fly up from above the door of the fridge. money wasn’t always emmett’s preferred method in exchange of any goods or service, and to most, this was a big deal breaker. “which was a two person operation, so i couldn’t continue as solo mission.” a bottle of sophie’s jam is lifted from the fridge, dangled between calloused fingertips. “got any crackers, soapy?”

     “ugh, that’s the best part of dating you,” sophie joked, then suddenly felt the joke was perhaps a bit too personal, so she quickly added, “or dating anybody. in general.” the comment was already made, though. in her mind, it was tasteless and embarrassing. it made her blood run hot. it made her sweat. her flush only deepening in its crimson color when he called her by a nickname he’d learned and favored when they were still “on.” she unzipped her jacket and got up from where she sat, moving over to the pantry to grab the requested crackers. “here,” she said as she handed the box to him, looking to see which flavor of jam he had picked.

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suraj-s-dream​:

“Oh… uhm, did he get better at the hospital?” Suraj asked. They were surprised to hear that there were places like that, maybe they should figure out where it was. They were looking at her, but back at the bird when she seemed to request good advice from them. They swallowed, took a moment, then looked back up. “Uhm… maybe a vet can tell us what we can do?” They thought for a moment. “Or we do it ourselves and ask the internet?” 

     a small frown tugged the corners of sophie’s mouth down as she thought of the small bird. “no,” she answered truthfully. “they said there wasn’t much to do since he was...” in such bad shape, she meant to finish, but her voice had grown softer, disappearing all together as she thought back to the helpless thing. “let’s check the internet first. a trip to the vet can get pricey,” she suggested, peering into the box. this bird seemed a lot more lively than the one she had brought up.

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Sophie’s enthusiasm was contagious and Seb flashed a bright smile in her direction, already trying to come up with some kind of game plan to tackle some of the other places. “My mind is heading for pasta; mac ‘n’ cheese, noodles, that kinda thing.” Suddenly he was absolutely famished, which was a good thing honestly. “What about drinks?” It was an important question. “We getting something here or heading for Juice-ton?”

     “oooh, noodles. gotta’ get those carbs,” sophie nodded before taking a moment to think about drinks. she’d been so focused on the food, she hadn’t considered what they might get to wash everything down. “they put a boba spot in here yet?” she asked. “if not, i’m down for juice-ton.” it had been a while since she’d gone, but a fresh juice did sound like their best option if she couldn’t get her hands on a bubble tea.