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elias.

Elias smiled softly as he stepped out of the shop Byron at his side. He reached down to scratch the pup’s head. Today was a particular good day, he was moving around just fine but Byron was still there to spot the things he couldn’t. He opted for getting a new camera, small celebration of good times. Making their way through the park he paused, wanting to test it out. He motioned to the person nearby, “Not to be creepy, but do you mind if I take your picture? I just got a new camera and am trying to test it out” 

“I don’t think calling it creepy is your best bet at not seeming creepy, El. It’s a little like saying ‘no offense’ and having fifty-fifty odds of someone getting prematurely offended.” Letting out a short laugh in reassurance to her teasing, Emilie tucks a stray hair behind her ear. “Anyway, I wouldn’t mind the picture if it’ll help. Although have you considered this cutie as a subject.” Motioning toward the attentive companion at his side, she sends small wave. “Hi, Byron.”

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full name: Emilie Faye Hearst

nickname(s): Em, Emmy

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

birthdate: March 1st 1990

occupation: Activist, Socialite

sexual orientation: bisexual

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face-claim: Candice King

built: slim

coloring: ivory

race / ethnicity: caucasian / English ( father ) French, Irish ( mother )

nationality: American

accent: nondescript

languages spoken: english, french

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

height: 5′6′’

weight: 118lb ( fluctuating here and there )

dominant hand: left

piercings: ears ( standard & upper lobe )

tattoos: small sunflower tattoo on her right side just below her shoulder blade ( for reference: tattoo and placement ) typically kept hidden

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current residence: condo apartment on the upper east side

hometown: New york, New york

neighborhood: upper east side

financial status: upper

degree(s): Bachelor of Arts

education level: university graduate

major: communications

minor: urban studies

high school: prep school in manhattan

college: Stanford University

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mother: Adeline Bellani-Hearst

father: James Matthew Hearst

brother(s): Logan Elias Hearst

sister(s): none

spouse: Sebastien Blackwell ( separated )

children: none

pets: none

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movie: October Sky

television show: Gilmore Girls

book: Emma by Jane Austen

food: french onion soup ( comfort food ) / anything Italian ( any time )

beverage: wine

color: peach

sports team: Yankees ( doesn’t pay enough attention to any other sport to pick teams )

song: Brandy by Looking Glass

music genre: soft rock / indie folk

actress / actor: Laura Dern

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moral alignment: lawful good

mbti: esfj

temperament: phlegmatic

western zodiac: pisces

chinese zodiac: horse

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

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“I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.”

— Trista Mateer (24 of 30)

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abel.

       “Just in time,” he grins, throwing the rest of the sultanas in his mouth. Watching as she throws her arms around him, Abel released an awkward chuckle, not quite the hugger. But, it was Emilie, and the instant she does, he hesitates but finds himself succumbing as his own wrap around her, a surprisingly content smile ever present upon his features. To see that she was safe, well, and happy was all that mattered to the Hendrix. “Momentarily? More like weeks without one of my favourite t shirts,” a teasing tone, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s good to see you, Em. Why don’t we go grab a drink? Something to eat?” 

“So sorry. I’ll make a note of that and go for one of your hoodies next time instead.” With a smile spread over her features, Emilie’s voice matches his own. Between her recent busy schedule and the adjustment period following her separation from her husband, the lightheartedness was a something she welcomed with open arms. Giving a glance at the crowd occupying his bar, she gives a nod in response to his offer. “Yes to both. As long as I’m not pulling you away from anything.” 

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So let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it 'Cause then we won't, no we won't Have to do something about it or just dance around it Until we know So I'll keep it all to myself If you'll keep it all to yourself And just spare me the details

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charlotte.

Charlotte was running late; not the kind of late where she felt like she could make up for lost time, but the kind where she was rushing. As soon as she’d gotten her coffee and pastry from the cashier, she’d peeled away like a bat out of hell, not realizing that she’d discarded her keys on the counter. Thankfully, a good Samaritan was nice enough to point this discretion out to her –she just hadn’t thought it would Emilie Blackwell of all people. Charlotte turned towards the other brunette, every hair on her body standing on end. “Emilie, I–” Before Jason, she’d seen the other in social circles whenever Lucy was around and often made small talk. Even the flowers she’d received from the woman had been a strange, though kind, surprise. Currently, it was a situation Charlotte wanted to yank herself out of. “Thank you, I really appreciate that. I’m a bit… Scatterbrained this morning. It probably would have been worse if I hadn’t been able to get back into my apartment.”

Given Charlotte’s initial response, Emilie could tell she wasn’t necessarily the most pleased to see her, something which in turn made her feel oddly better about her own discomfort. Though it also made her wonder what she knew, what reasons the woman had for her reaction. Did she know all about her past with Jason? Or what had transpired between them most recently? As it stood, she didn’t know how long the two had been dating. Not that she was eager to think much about it, considering everytime she started to wonder there was a sharp feeling in her chest. The more reasonable part of her would remind her she had no right to care about Jason moving on. The currently louder part, was a little busy having a harder time letting go. Though certainly not for lack of trying. It was at the thought of her efforts that Emilie nodded lightly to herself. Her heartbreak, for lack of a better word, wasn’t Charlotte’s fault. “It’s just one of those days, isn’t it? I understand... Well, I-- I’m glad I could spare you the struggle. I know how busy you must be lately, with the show and everything.”

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enzo.

He chuckles as she grabs the dart. Shaking his head he turned to stand next to her eyes trained on the dart board. “I don’t think your liver would be able to handle that Em, so it’s probably best we keep you at the level you are at.” His eyes shift around the room. “Alright alright how about we switch to pool? That atleast is mostly mathematics really”

Not being much of a drinker to begin with, she had to acknowledge the truth behind his words. Giving him a small nod, she replied, “At least we’ll know I had a good run, once upon a time.” At the mention of his alternative she perked up, letting a laugh slip through. “Only you would use the geometry as a point in favor. -- Fine, rack them up... It is rack, right? Not line.”

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               — flashback.

jason.

Jason was overwhelmed to say the least but in the best way possible. A few weeks ago he was still in his childhood bedroom, making vision boards with Jeremy before he ran downstairs to help his parents with the deli. Sure he had been hustling big time and had spent the past year trying to get his name out there. And now GQ had done a single story that had shot him up into people’s consciousness. Now he was going to events, using the one suit he never thought he’d have to use. His father was even sitting him down to make sure he knew how to properly shine his shoes. But despite his nerves, Jason was thriving as he grabbed some champagne and mingled, making people laugh left and right. He was going to be himself and if they didn’t like it then he would have to try another way to make it. He’d be damned if he was going to sacrifice his integrity. When Anthony called him over, he was quick in moving through the crowd, making sure he had business cards in pocket as he got closer. “Hi,” he said, slightly of breath as he stood up straighter, his eyes meeting Emilie’s for a moment. “Hi,” he repeated when their eyes locked, his smile widening slowly as he held out his hand for her. “Jason Soros, nice to meet you,” he said before Anthony couldn’t even introduce her. When he did and she said her name, his smile widened even more. “Emilie Hearst,” he repeated, his smile never fading and it took him a moment to realize he hadn’t dropped her her hand. “That’s the uh..publication company, right? Or am I getting that wrong? I ain’t gonna lie, I’ve learned a lot of names tonight, I’m trying to keep them all in my head.”

It was almost instant, the smile which spread over her features as soon as their eyes met. He repeated her name back to her and she swore, after all the other greetings and introductions, he made it sound like new. Taking note of the way his hand remained wrapped around her own, Emilie’s eyes broke away from his gaze with a warmth in her cheeks. The publication company. It took her a second longer than it should’ve to realize he was referring to her family name, a little preoccupied with admiring the light in his eyes. Boasting about everything the company had grown into, unless the situation called for it, had never been in her nature. Not for lack of pride, she did recognize and appreciate everything her family had built. Though for what it was worth, in regards to what the company was at its core, he wasn’t wrong. “Yes. I mean, no... You’re not wrong.” Not liking the way she’d fumbled through her response, her nose scrunched up slightly. She had to pull herself together. “I’d say for all the information being thrown your way, you registered that one quite well.” Just as she said so, however, it became clear Anthony was inching toward adding in his two cents. It was in a moment of sudden bravery that Emilie found herself speaking up once again before the older man got a chance. “Anthony. Isn’t that one of your editors? I think she was calling for you.” Giving him a smile, she reassured him as he excused himself, leaving Jason and her alone in each other’s company. “I hope you don’t mind me just– He’s a sweet man, he can just be a little over eager.” She said, turning her attention back to Jason, hoping he didn’t take what she’d done the wrong way.

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abel.

          The instant Abel spotted her amidst the crowd of Genesis, he couldn’t help but make a beeline towards her, not having spoken in several weeks. Part of him hoped it wasn’t because of Sebastien, and yet, the other part of him knew she had reconciled with the guy. Their relationship wasn’t any of his business, but the hurt and pain he’d witnessed in Emilie ignited a sense of resentment he couldn’t quite shake. “You know, I almost forgot what you looked like,” he stated lightly as he approached her, a soft smile present to let her know there were no hard feelings. 

Stepping foot into Genesis after the time that had passed, she instantly felt the warm sense of familiarity wash over her. Despite having previously relied on the place as a hideaway from a time of turmoil in her marriage, nothing about it elicited negative feelings from her. The very reason for that being the man she spotted making his way to her not long after her arrival. “Abel.” His name fell from her already smiling lips as she helped to close the distance between them. Truly there was no safe haven without him, just another building in Brooklyn. “Almost?,” she started with a small laugh. “I’m glad I’m here now, then. While there’s still hope for refreshing your memory.” Moving forward, Emilie extends her arms out to wrap around him, her smile never faltering. As far as most were concerned, he wasn’t one for hugs and she knew it, she also just happened to not care. “Oh, and I even came returning momentarily stolen property,” she added, remembering the shirt she’d borrowed now tucked away in her bag.

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text — iain.

iain: do you have one to suggest?

iain: well, I am happy to be the recipient of this fortunate mistake

emilie: I'm sure if I swing by the science department at NYU I can snag someone

emilie: you were first in line, of course. when should I swing by to drop them off? if you're not too busy, I'll even throw in lunch

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text — emma. ♡

emilie: [ throwbackems.jpg ]

emilie: excuse me, you've been the cutest since the beginning

emilie: do you still have that jacket, by the way?

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text — iain.

iain: it's probably best you didn't imagine it, emmy. i'm pretty sure i'm growing new species of bacteria in there.

iain: were you baking for a specific purpose?

emilie: oh that bad. should I bring a professional with me to have a look?

emilie: mostly to fix my restlessness...but I either made them smaller than they were meant to be or accidentally doubled the recipe

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If you had a choice, you'd be with Jason instead of Sebastien

“Now? With nothing else changing? Nope. The love we feel toward one another might not be exact, but I would rather have what I have with Sebastien than be with someone who I know doesn’t love me anymore.”

( @j-soros , @sebastienblackwell )

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You're still in love with Jason

“I will always have a special place in my heart for Jason, but he’s no longer mine to be in love with.” 

Correct. Those feelings are hard to let go of, sometimes it scares me to think I might not ever be able to. I’m trying. 

( @j-soros )

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You're jealous of Charlotte

“Kinda. She gets to be in one of my all time favorite Broadway shows. I’m allowed to be a little.” 

She gets to have what I wish I’d been brave enough to fight for.

( @charlctteblair )