imanixlarson

[imanixlarson]

The sun bears down on you and people are gathered all around the wheel for an exciting chance to spin it. You may get is a great prize or a not so great outcome, but you are a brave soul who fears nothing. You set the wheel spinning…the seconds tick by agonizingly as the wheel turns…stopping now…

And the result is in…

IMANI LARSON, YOU HAVE WON A TRIP TO CUMBERLAND CAVERNS!

An overnight adventure at the Cumberland Caverns awaits you, lucky winner!  Unlike the other caves in Tennessee, Cumberland Caverns is the only one that offers live concerts. Along with 32 miles of trails for you to explore, the cave system is home to the Volcano Room, a natural amphitheater with superb acoustics. Enjoy a concert hosted by Bluegrass Underground, dine free, and explore the caves to your heart’s content! Transportation for you plus one guest from Beaumont to the caverns will be arranged.

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E D D I E‌:

Eddie shrugged his shoulders very casually and laughed. “That’s little sisters for you,” he answered. “I think it’s a little different when you’re working and not simply enjoying the festivities. Don’t get quite so much loyalty, you know?” When she continued on to her offer, though, he found himself smiling brightly. “If that’s good with you,” he responded. “I would have given you te money, though.”

“See, right there I’m the little sister of four brothers. So, as much as I wanted to do that to them, you can bet your ass that they’d chase me down in a heartbeat.  Anyway, dude I get it. No loyalty for the hard-working sibling.” She waved her hand at him. “No need for the money. You lose money from giving me free cupcakes, I lose money from buying you hot dogs. It’s a win-win scenario, technically.”

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L A N A‌:

     “yeah, a full-on heroine. like, she survives and is the heroine because she’s smart, and skillful, and a leader, and just… brave as hell, not because of some prophecy or anything like that.” lana said, pretty enthusiastic over this character already. she chuckled at the reference. “exactly, just like them. the katniss of the zombies, the hermione of the undead.” she said, loving this conversation. the young blonde heard the suggestion and she nodded enthusiastically. “that’s a great idea. i can see the cover art already, and the movie adaptation could be done kinda like bandersnatch, if it does well enough.” one of her books had already gotten a movie deal and she had gotten offers for the second one already. “thank you so, so much for your help.” lana told her after typing out a few ideas for different endings. “i need to include you in the special thanks. hell, one more suggestion more and i oughta put you in as a cowriter.” the little back and forth about her story had really given lana the inspiration she needed. lana tucked her hair behind her ears and took a sip of her hot chocolate, her eyes admiring the organzation. “it does look like a lot of work, but you’re killing it.” she said sincerely, and considered getting herself a p.a. to help her with emails and such, help that she would definitely need as the pregnancy went further. “my scribbles are unreadable, but at least my doodles are kind of okay.” she laughed, and took a bite of her food. “so, what exactly does a p.a. do ?” 

“Exactly! A full-time heroine whose job is just to be badass. Well, that’s not her only job, but you get the idea.  Definitely not because of some old prophecy. That’s too over-done. She just has to be someone who stands on her own, does her own thing, doesn’t need anyone to tell her how to do something or what to do. She’s just awesome on her own. I’m glad you get it! I’m so glad you get it because, normally, when you say something like that to people they nod their head and then make the lead chick a damsel in distress. We have enough of those in the world.” Imani was practically beaming from ear-to-ear after she was thanked for her help. “Don’t mention it. I’m glad I could help, even if it was practically me ranting about books I’ve read in the past.” She laughed, “You don’t have to put me as co-anything. As I said, I’m happy I could help you with some ideas. As for a PA. We kind of organize both our lives and someone else’s lives. Depending on who you’re a PA for you also answer phone calls, go to events, deal with alterations and salons, ordering meals and coffee, etc. Everyone does a little something different, but the overall job description is organizing two lives at once.”

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Closing time at the Catfish was by far Imani’s favorite time to be there. Why? Because the people who are there the latest are the ones that have usually been there the longest and have the best stories to tell. This same batch of people were often the ones who were the most fun to bet on when it came to the outcomes of their night. 

“Okay, so. You see that pair in the corner?” Imani asked, gesturing with her eyes over to a man and a woman who had been in the corner of the bar for the last hour just talking while he stared a little-too-hard at her. “I bet you that, before the end of the night he asks her out. If I win, you give me a shot. If you win. . .Name your price, my dude!”

💧 @sebfoster

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E D D I E‌:

When Imani approached him, Eddie laughed at her words. “Just one right now, and it depends,” he started. “How many cupcakes would it take?” He shrugged his shoulders very casually, figuring he should probably try and explain the situation a little. “I got abandoned and I’m starving, so you’re a life saver right now…” A little dramatic probably, but he really was hungry now. 

“You got abandoned during a Fourth of July festival? That’s rough, buddy. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m a life saver, I just know the importance of eating good food when you’re starving.” Imani laughed, “Tell you what? I’ll trade you two cupcakes for two hot dogs? How’s that sound? Even exchange, in my book! I get something sweet, you get something savory. Everyone wins.”

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N I C O‌:

“Believe me, I never assumed to be able to turn anyone into anything.”

“But this whole ex thing is interesting, Imani. My teacher. From dance class. Who I’m calling by first name, even if she’s my teacher.

“Mostly because I didn’t think you were the sharing type.”

“Hey hey, no, you don’t know that. Maybe you turn someone into a puddle from a glance? You don’t know!”

Subtly, Imani’s cheeks started to turn a soft shade of pink as she lowered her eyes down to her shoes, “I can. . . Share, I’m just not the best at it. Also, you can call me by my first name. It’s cool-- That’s why we have them.” She paused, “. . .What do you wanna know about her?” Oh boy, here they go. 

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E D D I E‌:

It wouldn’t have been a Fourth of July weekend without The Hideout supplying the dessert for the BBQ on Main Street. Red, white and blue cupcakes were pretty much a tradition now and Eddie always made too many. Usually he could get rid of them for free at the end of the day, though, if there were any left —- or Blair would eat them all anyway. Today they were actually getting along fairly well and she’d set off into the crowds with a tray and try and sell a few, which left him holding fort at the stall. He was getting bored, though, and staring off into the distance at people with hot food.

Spotting someone passing, however, he found himself calling out to them. “Hey, if I give you a couple of free cupcakes you willing to run over there and grab be a hotdog?” he questioned with a light laugh.

Fourth of July was EASILY one of Imani’s favorite holidays -- mainly because it was the one day a year everyone could get behind a cause and celebrate that a country was created from a piece of paper signed by a bunch of old, dead white dudes. Good times. She was headed over to greet her friends when she heard a voice call out to her, making her stop in her tracks. 

“Dude, you’re gonna offer cupcakes for a hotdog? How many hotdogs do you want and how many cupcakes are we talking?” She asked with a grin as she bouncily made her way over to his station.

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N I C O:

“That’s probably because you were born without bones, Ms. Larson.”

“Okay, my dude. First thing’s first, Ms. Larson’s my mother. Imani works fine and second, if I was born without bones I’d be a puddle on the floor. No offense to you, but only my ex had the power to turn me into a puddle.”

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N I C O:

“That isn’t even a believable lie.”

“I don’t even know how to lie well, dude. It’s not that hard to move like jello~!”

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My dance moves don't flow, Imani.

“Oh come on, Nico~! You got this! I’ve seen you flow better than lava!”

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I was all alone, You were all I had.

Nineteen by Tegan & Sara.

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S I O B H A N‌:

Siobhan just plain couldn’t sleep. He’d been restless for hours on end and tossing and turning just wasn’t going to cut it. Maybe taking a small walk might help soothe his mind? Deciding to do just that, he pulled on his hoodie, figuring it might be a little chilly out. He also donned his ACDC pajama pants, a tank top, and some sneakers. Definitely not matching at all. As he was walking aimlessly around the block, he wasn’t paying too much attention and bumped right into someone. “Shite, I’m so sorry, mate..” He spoke up softly. “What’re y’doin’ out t’is late? It’s like… Fuckin’ midnight, man.” He added with a slight chuckle.

Late nights were Imani’s FAVORITE time of the day because, at night, people let their freak flags fly and be themselves. People where normally lawers were now strippers. Prim and proper girls were now off playing Spin The Bottle at a party and she, Imani, could dance in the streets and sing to herself without a care that ANYONE would see her. Well . . Anyone but the person her bumped into her. “Woah~! Woah, woah don’t worry about it! It’s fine, really.” She laughed, “I grew up with all brothers, trust me. I’ll live.”

She smiled at him, giving him an old two-finger-solute off the brim of her snapback. “Dude, buddy, amigo. If this is late to you, you’ve got another thing coming. It’s not even late! This is prime party time, my dude!” Imani smiled as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her bomber jacket. “What about you? What’s got you out and about wearing some AMAZING pjs when normal people are asleep? I’m no counselor or anything, but TYPICALLY when people are out late in their pjs either their walking a walk of shame or they’ve got something on their mind.” She shrugged, “Which one are you?”

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F L O W I N G

“Like your dance moves, right?”

F- Favorite song?

“Umbrella by Rihanna!”

L- Longest relationship?

“Two years… Well, you know just under that. We met when we were nineteen. Before I even knew her I felt her in my heart and I know she felt the same… I told her that, too, the first time we laid together. but I told her that i had to move for work and …we decided to break up instead of trying to force a long-distance thing. We’ve been apart for about. ..A month now. I know, though, if she somehow ended up in this small town we’d be together again like nothing ever happened. Besides, it’s not like we don’t talk. She’s probably the second most texted person in my phone. ” 

O- One wish?

“My brother Naveen, whos the musician in the family, to get invited to a party with Rihanna. I mean, I’ve seen her on the red carpets and stuff but because of work I’ve had to be professional.”

W- Waffles or panckaes?

“Waffles, my dude.”

I- In love?

“. . You could say that.”

N- Notable bad habit?

“Dancing with my coffee in my hand and spilling it on myself. Hot coffee burns are not fun, by any stretch of the imagination.”

G- Good at?

“My day job. In other words, being Noreen’s assistant. I’d like to think I’m pretty good at that.”

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ok but she literally looks like a princess ??

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G R A C I E ‌:

Gracie was sitting at a park table with her laptop and headphones. Having an album to produce she had to get things done as quickly as possible, in or outside her office. Deciding that it was time to pack her things, she put her headphones in her bag, her laptop away before a gust of wind came and took the sheet music she had and blew it off the table. “NO!” Throwing everything inside and tossing it over her shoulder, she started running after her papers. 

“One and two and three hand . . . No, no the turn was on three . . .” Imani muttered to herself as she made her way down the street trying to think about the dance routine that she had been up ALL night trying to piece together. “Okay, let’s try again. One and-- Oh my god!” Just as she was about to mark the second step of her routine she watched a whirlwind of papers fly off a table and all around. As quickly as she could, Imani scurried around to try and pick up as many pieces of paper as she could. “Here, let me help you!”