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If anyone from hazelwood is still following, please now take the opportunity to unfollow this account.

I love you all and if anyone wants to talk/roleplay, my main is emmxling. I’d have loved to keep hazelwood going but it doesnt seem like the interest is there.

Adios for now my friends!

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hey!! if there's anyone I haven't plotted/roleplayed with please hmu! I have one wanted connection if anyone wants to check that out and I would love to roleplay with you all and get activity up!

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charlie laughed as the guy flinched and apologised, shaking her head. "I won't hurt you." she promised as she unscrewed the cap of the bottle. the blonde grinned as winston agreed to a drink and clapped him on the back. abandoning the remainder of the groceries, she wandered through to the living room and flopped onto the couch, swiping some loose scripts and magazines onto the floor to make space for the guy. "how long? uhh.." Charlie paused, brows furrowed as she counter back on her fingers. "like three months? maybe four now. what about you? how long have you been putting up with this glorious shithole?" she questioned with a grin, taking a swig from the bottle then offering it to him.

❝how could you’ve-why did i..? ugh.” pulling at his hair with his fingers, winston slumped in the hallway outside of his apartment. he’d just come home from a stressful day of teaching. why didn’t middle schoolers respect him? was it his goofy-sounding voice? it had to be that…or maybe-”oh my god. i’m wearing these sweatpants inside out.” he facepalmed. winston had known himself to be pretty empty-minded sometimes, but had he really just gone through a whole-ass work day with his pants -no, not his shirt, his pants- inside out? there were other reasons that he didn’t appeal to kids, of course, like his bland, sarcastic humor, his lack of interesting lessons, and his not-so-endearing attempts to get his students to like him. they found him unsettling if anything else. “is there literally anything else i could mess up for myself?”

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charlie shrugged carelessly as the guy informed her that he didn't smoke. boring but hey, who was she to complain that she didn't have to share her pot? the girl grinned as she was promised no brain power would be required to answer the question and she leaned expectantly against the doorframe. his question first puzzled, then slightly alarmed charlie and she folded her arms across her chest, slowly shaking her head. "i don't believe it's come up in conversation. but now that it has... i think I could make an educated guess." she admitted with a soft snort. she was amused, but also mildly concerned that she had just introduced herself as carters roommate, the pothead who appears at a stupid hour at a strangers door asking for sugar. a good influence on her criminal roommate? maybe not. as evan mentioned the sugar, charlie looked up at him and blinked, before quickly nodding. "oh right! the sugar. that's what I came for. sugar, not confusion. sugar for carter." she confirmed

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charlie raised her eyebrows as the guy before her suddenly looked really amused and she tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what he could possibly find funny. it was a great offer! he turned it down however, so she shrugged and removed her hand from her pockets. “hmph, more for me.” she concluded. “ question?” she repeated, now somewhat wishing she had just gone and asked someone else for the sugar. “it had better not be a math question, or like general knowledge. pop quizzes are to stay in high school.” she informed him simply, however as he shook her hand and introduced himself, charlie froze. eyes widening, she retracted her hand and dropped her joint to the ground, putting it out with her shoe. “officer.” she echoed, slowly nodding. pausing, she furrowed her brows as she studied his face. officer grant…. grant…. shit. the name had sounded familiar, and charlie thought she had just figured out exactly where it came from. clearing her throat, charlie couldn’t help but grin, amused by the unlikely connection. “a pleasure to meet you officer.” she spoke, tucking her hands behind her back as she suppressed a laugh.

she looked confused, which meant one of two things: one, she hadn’t found out his connection to her yet. two, charlie was high as a kite. evan gave her a toothless smile, “ sorry, i just don’t smoke. ” chuckling, the male shook his head and crossed his arms against his chest, “ nothing mathematical or pop quizzy i promise. but the question is, have you been told the name of your friend’s parole officer ? ” he was more amused than angry, maybe he’d let it slide for now but the next time this would occur, he’d be less lenient toward carter. watching the girl drop her joint, he kept a shit-eating grin upon his features as he could almost see the gears shifting in her head. her own grin threw him off but evan was pretty glad that they could keep a neutral mood about it all. “ pleasure’s all mine, charlie. so, you need the sugar right ? ”

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charlie held a stack of scripts for open call auditions tucked into one arm and in the other, she held her phone, eyes fixated on the screen. upon hearing a voice, the blonde looked up and raised an eyebrow, nodding. "right. sounds like quite the conundrum you've got going on there." she commented dryly, tucking her phone into her pocket. she had seen the girl around, though never spoken to her and frankly charlie knew nothing about her. well, other than the fact that she was clearly a student of some sort and seemed to have a knack for oversharing.

“Are you telling me, I just spent almost 24 hours on a paper that I didn’t even need to do for the class?” Katelyn grumbled to herself before looking up from her phone in front of the apartment building. “Oh. Didn’t see you there. Sorry. I just got an email saying that I didn’t need to spend a whole day going from library to library trying to figure out what the fuck this teacher was trying to make us work on.” Kate managed to calm herself fairly quick, gripping her phone in one hand and her paper in the other.

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charlie sat with her chin in her palm, an amused smile playing upon her lips as she allowed jayde to explain his semi successful and semi disastrous date. “all three? he must really be struggling.” she responded with a soft snort, before shrugging. “at least you got a mediocre fuck if nothing else. but hey, if they don’t pay on a first date are they really worth it?” she questioned, still somewhat amused by the whole situation. as talk turned to herself, charlie groaned and shook her head, taking a drag of her joint. “drier than the sahara desert as of current. hotties, hotties everywhere yet I can’t seem to find myself one to fuck.”

“So you know I had a date last night? Yeah, he tried to buy me a drink at Therapy and all 3 of his credit cards were declined, so he asked me if I could get them!” Jayde exclaimed, shaking his head. “I was like bitch! First, you make me pay your fucking entry fee which I was like okay fine, but fucking drinks? Nah babe. I still went home with him though because he was hot to be fair, and the bulge in his pants was so obvious, although when I got him naked it was quite the disappointment. Ugh… I left as soon as I woke this morning and I’m so not going to call him. Fucking tiny dick who expects his date to pay for fucking everything.” There really was no filter with Jayde. He rolled his eyes and pulled his cigarette from his lips, exhaling smoke into the air. “But how about your night darling? Any hotties enter your bed?”

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"oooh super cool!" charlie joked, an amused and teasing lilt in her voice. "a whole six months - now you can't even last six minutes." she commented with a grin. despite her teasing, charlie was exactly the same and was in no position to make fun of the other, but it was fun so she did it anyway. as carter claimed she had gone off of police officers, charlie glanced down to her companions ankle and nodded in understanding. "fair enough - some of them just have really good six packs." she pointed out. "and hey if you wanna get kinky, they'll always have handcuffs on them." she added, wriggling her dark eyebrows with a soft laugh. at carter's promise, charlie placed a hand to her heart and smiled brightly. "much appreciated, always knew I could count on you." she replied sarcastically. the girl picked up on carters comment and poked her tongue out at her as though offended, though Carter was right. it wasn't exactly a big secret that charlie was ready to bang anyone she deemed attractive, regardless of gender. "curious. got it." charlie confirmed, taking a drag and attempting (rather unsuccessfully) to blow smoke rings. "aaaanything for an oven." she drawled, flopping down on the tiled floor and stretching out her legs.

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“she will get you really shitfaced.” charlie finished off with a grin, picking up the joint she rolled for herself to examine its beauty. she held it much closer than was necessary, turning it back and forth in her fingers. she began to swing her legs back and forth again, this time impatiently as she picked up speed, waiting for carter to locate the lighter. “he would be even cooler than me.” charlie mused, squinting up at the flickering light as she considered that statement. “cause I didn’t get any weed until junior high.” she continued with a grin, hopping off the counter. the blonde snorted at her friends vulgar comment on the police officers. “as long as i get to join in that’s just fine. police officers are pretty hot.” she pointed out, joining in the search for the lighter. charlie slid a mixing bowl streaked with chocolate onto the floor, ignoring the clatter as she checked whether the lighter might have been located under it. carter agreed with her complaints about the oven and charlie laughed at her suggestion. “that would totally work! old men like lesbians and threesomes. i’m gay as fuck. you’re…” charlie paused and tilted her head to the side, pointing at her friend. “what /are/ you?” she questioned as her brows furrowed, before remembering the point she intended to make. “you’re whatever and you can pretend just for the oven money. he’ll love it!” charlie exclaimed, clearly pleased with her new plan. once carter had lit her own joint, charlie reached out and swiped the lighter from her, mirroring carters previous actions as she lit up.

an involuntary ( and rather unladylike ) snort escapes her as the blonde finishes off her rhyme, stray brunette hairs waving as she nods her head vigorously in agreement. “i think i was a freshman the first time i smoked a joint,” she attempts to recall, gaze raising to the flickering light upon the ceiling as she considers it. “yeah, that sounds pretty right; though i coughed my ass off afterward and swore off them for like six months.” features crinkle as the female claims police offers are hot. “that’s debatable, and i think i’ve gone off them after the whole y’know—” raising her free hand, it gestures toward the monitor device neatly wrapped around her ankle. “but of course, if i end up gangbanging some cops i’ll give you a call.” lips quirking upward into a playful smile at the expression. “tell me something i don’t know,” the comment is practically whispered underneath her breath at the blonde’s mention of being ‘gay as fuck’, taking the time to hoist herself up onto the counter and knocking something probably irrelevant in the process. “me? i’m—” bringing the joint away from her lips, a small cloud of smoke following it she waves her hand aimlessly as to try and come up with something. “.. curious? who the fuck knows anymore. but either way, i’m down for fucking the ol’ man, if it gets us a new oven then i’ll do it.”

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charlie raised her eyebrows as the guy before her suddenly looked really amused and she tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what he could possibly find funny. it was a great offer! he turned it down however, so she shrugged and removed her hand from her pockets. "hmph, more for me." she concluded. " question?" she repeated, now somewhat wishing she had just gone and asked someone else for the sugar. "it had better not be a math question, or like general knowledge. pop quizzes are to stay in high school." she informed him simply, however as he shook her hand and introduced himself, charlie froze. eyes widening, she retracted her hand and dropped her joint to the ground, putting it out with her shoe. "officer." she echoed, slowly nodding. pausing, she furrowed her brows as she studied his face. officer grant.... grant.... shit. the name had sounded familiar, and charlie thought she had just figured out exactly where it came from. clearing her throat, charlie couldn't help but grin, amused by the unlikely connection. "a pleasure to meet you officer." she spoke, tucking her hands behind her back as she suppressed a laugh.

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“my roommate is baking. she needs it and I don’t know why but I don’t want to question her.” charlie explained, taking a drag from her joint. the guy seemed unsure so she reached into her pocket, dangling the joint between her lips. “we can do a trade if you want? joint for sugar? that’s pretty good right because this definitely cost me more than the sugar cost you.” she commented carelessly, glancing back up at the guy. “did I wake you up or something? sorry about that, uh, i’m charlie.” she introduced. she figured that since she had interrupted him at such a time she might as well try and be polite, so she offered her hand out to shake, having momentarily given up on her search for the weed she knew was nestled somewhere in her trashy jacket pockets.

��� right. ” he responded, watching as she began to literally smoke in front of him. not her fault, she had no idea he was a cop and it wasn’t like he was in uniform or anything, but her features really spoke out to him. then it hit him and suddenly, evan was more awake than before and he coughed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking quite amused. “ nah, it’s fine. keep it, but uh…i have a question before i give you the sugar. ” the male nodded his head, agreeing with her, “ oh yeah i know. so much more than sugar costs. ” evan gave a slight smile as he shook her head, “ great to meet you, charlie, i’m evan grant. more so known as officer grant. ”

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"she will get you really shitfaced." charlie finished off with a grin, picking up the joint she rolled for herself to examine its beauty. she held it much closer than was necessary, turning it back and forth in her fingers. she began to swing her legs back and forth again, this time impatiently as she picked up speed, waiting for carter to locate the lighter. "he would be even cooler than me." charlie mused, squinting up at the flickering light as she considered that statement. "cause I didn't get any weed until junior high." she continued with a grin, hopping off the counter. the blonde snorted at her friends vulgar comment on the police officers. "as long as i get to join in that's just fine. police officers are pretty hot." she pointed out, joining in the search for the lighter. charlie slid a mixing bowl streaked with chocolate onto the floor, ignoring the clatter as she checked whether the lighter might have been located under it. carter agreed with her complaints about the oven and charlie laughed at her suggestion. "that would totally work! old men like lesbians and threesomes. i'm gay as fuck. you're..." charlie paused and tilted her head to the side, pointing at her friend. "what /are/ you?" she questioned as her brows furrowed, before remembering the point she intended to make. "you're whatever and you can pretend just for the oven money. he'll love it!" charlie exclaimed, clearly pleased with her new plan. once carter had lit her own joint, charlie reached out and swiped the lighter from her, mirroring carters previous actions as she lit up.

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charlie sat atop the kitchen counter, lanky legs dangling below her as she swung them back and forth, heels hitting off the cupboard and bouncing off again in time with the music. she paused to look up from the joints she was rolling for the two of them, raising her bushy eyebrows as she watched her friend stare blankly into the oven. “you say that like it’s a bad thing!” she drawled, shaking her head. “that kid would have the best damn party in his whole middle school!” she exclaimed, holding out a joint for her companion and reaching for the lighter with her free hand. “but you would totally lose money giving him free weed - nah fuck that don’t give the kid weed. more for us.” Charlie decided with a satisfied grin, lighting her own joint. she murmured along to the music as she did so, eyeing up the oven. “you know what? we need a better machine than that old piece of crap. i’ve been waiting waaaaaay too long for those damn cakeys. a better oven would make faster cakes.” she decided. this was neither factually correct, nor financially viable given the current state the two were in, but charlie decided she would put it out there anyway. hey, maybe god was listening out and ready to magic them up a new one, you never know.

tugging the mitt off of her hand, she abandons it on an empty spot upon the counter. instead, nimble fingers find more interest in one of the freshly rolled joints, picking it up; dark eyes squint as she examines it. “she is beauty, she is grace—” the brunette mocks, popping the end between her lips before beginning the search for where they’d previously placed their lighter. “exactly, while i’d bless that kid with being the coolest fucker in middle school— we’d lose money because well, free weed, and i’d probably lose my job which can’t happen because otherwise i’ll have so many cops up my ass about it it’ll be like a fucking gangbang,” words lacking any filter as always, the brunette expresses them in a clear tone of distress. while carter frantically searched for the misplaced lighter, picking up objects and dropping them back down, ignoring items as they tumbled to the ground; it seems her companion takes interest in the state of their oven. “yeah, i’m pretty sure that thing is older than me, or maybe both of us put together;” finally, the lighter comes into sight, warranting carter to practically dive across the countertop for it. “maybe if we screw the landlord he’ll get us a new one,” the words are spoken around the end of the joint, fingers coming up to shield around it as she begins to light it up.

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"my roommate is baking. she needs it and I don't know why but I don't want to question her." charlie explained, taking a drag from her joint. the guy seemed unsure so she reached into her pocket, dangling the joint between her lips. "we can do a trade if you want? joint for sugar? that's pretty good right because this definitely cost me more than the sugar cost you." she commented carelessly, glancing back up at the guy. "did I wake you up or something? sorry about that, uh, i'm charlie." she introduced. she figured that since she had interrupted him at such a time she might as well try and be polite, so she offered her hand out to shake, having momentarily given up on her search for the weed she knew was nestled somewhere in her trashy jacket pockets.

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charlie tapped her foot impatiently against the floor as she waited for a response. she had no idea who lived here but she didn’t care - carter was having a baking frenzy and needed more icing sugar. lord knows what for, but Charlie was in no position to question her antics. finally, a guy answered the door and Charlie removed the joint that had been dangling between her lips, resting it between two fingers. “hi there. do you have any icing sugar? it’s somewhat of an emergency.” she explained, examining the unfamiliar guy in front of her.

evan was taken back for a minute as his eyes adjusted to bright ones in the hallway. then he was dumbfounded for a second as he tried to remember where he recognized this girl from. as he searched his mind, there were no answers. or none that were showing up due to his incredible sleep deprivation. “ huh ? ” evan questioned before the girl’s words could actual hit his ears. “ oh, icing sugar, i—uh, i think so. ” 

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charlie sat atop the kitchen counter, lanky legs dangling below her as she swung them back and forth, heels hitting off the cupboard and bouncing off again in time with the music. she paused to look up from the joints she was rolling for the two of them, raising her bushy eyebrows as she watched her friend stare blankly into the oven. "you say that like it's a bad thing!" she drawled, shaking her head. "that kid would have the best damn party in his whole middle school!" she exclaimed, holding out a joint for her companion and reaching for the lighter with her free hand. "but you would totally lose money giving him free weed - nah fuck that don't give the kid weed. more for us." Charlie decided with a satisfied grin, lighting her own joint. she murmured along to the music as she did so, eyeing up the oven. "you know what? we need a better machine than that old piece of crap. i've been waiting waaaaaay too long for those damn cakeys. a better oven would make faster cakes." she decided. this was neither factually correct, nor financially viable given the current state the two were in, but charlie decided she would put it out there anyway. hey, maybe god was listening out and ready to magic them up a new one, you never know.

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a single oven mitt on, carter tugs opened the door of the old, barely-stable oven to examine the brownies she’d placed in there a little over ten minutes ago. for a brief moment, she’s blankly staring at the interior of the cooker; before it FINALLY hits her what she was actually supposed to be doing. “fuck—” the female curses underneath her breath, likely at a barely audible level considering the loud music playing in the background ( something they’d already received complaints about given the ungodly time in the night/morning it was ). “you know, one day i’m going to fuck up these orders—” the slender female begins to speak, raising from where she had squatted to peer into the oven, using her hip to close it over. “and accidentally wound up giving the pot brownies to some kid for his twelfth birthday party.”

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charlie tapped her foot impatiently against the floor as she waited for a response. she had no idea who lived here but she didn’t care - carter was having a baking frenzy and needed more icing sugar. lord knows what for, but Charlie was in no position to question her antics. finally, a guy answered the door and Charlie removed the joint that had been dangling between her lips, resting it between two fingers. “hi there. do you have any icing sugar? it’s somewhat of an emergency.” she explained, examining the unfamiliar guy in front of her.

evan groaned in slight annoyance as there were loud knocks at his door. it was morning already, but he had practically just gotten in after a long night shift down at the station. he had half the mind to just go back to sleep, but the male was already up. the knocks became heavier and he huffed, “ yeah, yeah i’m coming, shut up. ” opening the door, evan leaned against the post, blinking tired eyes toward the other, “ may i help you ? ”

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