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"You don't remember that." Maisie's eyebrow raised skeptically, not believing that sweet smile for a second...but falling prey to it anyways with a sigh and a shake of her head.

She was a sucker for a pretty smile.

"It's not your boobs," Maisie made a circling motion with her finger towards Helena's chest, "that I'm worried about." As great as they were, and as free as Helena was to show them. "Happy, thank you."

Even though this was a promise that'd been made after the last incident, and Maisie knows is one that will be broken again. She knows she could just realistically be better about locking the door...but where was the fun in that?

Maisie wasn't a doctor...but she failed to see how being made to feel like she was having a heart attack was somehow good for her heart health. "What would I do without you, Hel?"

"No man is worth doing squats for." Whether that was a bigger testament to her disinterest in working out, or her questioning in her attraction to men, Maisie was not sure...but maybe a bit of both.

Plopping down opposite of Helena on the couch, she cast a look to the paused TV. "Oh, I just put on the first Hunger Games for background noise while I answer some emails. It's been all over my FYP lately."

Hel looks at her with a sweet smile. "I don't remember that."

She does and she remembered right before she turned the knob and opened the door but she figured that if no one was screaming by the time she yelled through the apartment then it was safe.

"I have boobs and everything else, too! Bodies are normal." As long as no one threw a punch by surprise and hit her. "But I get it, privacy and all of that so I'm going to knock the next time and wait for someone to let me in. Happy?"

Walking into the room when to meet Maisie halfway, she closes the door behind her and hands the phone over.

"Though, you know, I'm keeping your heart healthy with all these surprises. It's benefiting you, Maise."

Given that she's a little taller, Helena is basically looking over Maisie's shoulder while she takes in the piece of art that Hel has created in her dirty bathroom.

"It's the whole arch in the back, huh?" She clicks her tongue and then leans in closer. "That's probably the best route because I don't want someone on Tinder wanting an ass shot and them realize that I'm as flat as a piece of ply wood."

"I'd do more squats but I can barely put my own shoes on the next day." She moves a few steps back to plop down on Maisie's couch. "What were you watching?"

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If there was a difference, it was lost on Maisie, who was beginning to feel as if the iciest of blue raspberry ICEE's was intravenously being flooded through her bones and straight to her brain.

She's not sure if she's given him anything of use, between the fidgeting and the giggling. Moody and Maisie, though perfectly familiar with one another, was not coming to her as easily as either party probably would have liked. Finn was being a great sport about it, despite his quips and attempt to shush her--something she was, despite her own retorts back, doing her hardest to abide by.

With the click of the shutter and his instruction to wait, she was almost sure he was approaching her to call the whole thing off. She somehow grew even colder at the thought, waiting with held breath as he waded towards her, not even a peeped I told you so when even he too admitted to the chill of the water.

It was only when the camera was turned for her to see that she understood. The picture of her, mid squeal, the wave splashed up around her, was cute--it brought a relieved grin to her lips, gaze lingering on the photo, even once Finn's attention from it wandered.

"You're really--" good, she meant to say, but before she could finish her sentence, he was fleeing from the impending waves. One more try...she could give him one more.

"You're not cold, Maisie," she told herself. "You're definitely not cold. You are warm and dry, and you are moody. Be moody."

"I'm telling you to stop giggling! It's different!" Despite the pitch in his tone, there is a chuckle laced in with his own amusement bubbling to the surface. It's hard not to laugh. Even as Finn bites it back, Maisie's giggling is all too infectious. That, and he did choose a more challenging shot for an amateur photographer like himself.

From the time limit to the moving scenery - waves flowing in and out along with wind. And his poor subject is enduring the cold of the Pacific waters. Maybe it was an unfair assignment to pose on her. Finn just saw no harm in asking considering her place in the social media world. On a screen must be harder than being caught behind a lens, or so he thinks. He presses down to take a photo, but the shutter click sounds just as a wave catches her off guard in a small spray of spray water.

"Oh, wait..." Finn looks at the image captured as he stands with a slight sway to catch his balance from the way his one leg has nearly fallen asleep. He kicks off his shoes to run up, slowly once the waves roll up as to not splash her further- "Oh, wow. This is cold. Okay, but look-"

The picture is caught of her mid squeal, her smile something sweet. Well, Finn thinks so. "It's cute, see? Not what I want so we have to keep trying, but I wanted to show you - oh, watch!"

He steps back, fleeing from the next rush of water. "Just - one more try." Or five.

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"Do we own a zester?"

Maybe this was why it was suggested to read all of the recipes instructions before attempting to recreate.

In Maisie's defense...she hadn't. How could she possibly be expected to remember all of the steps in one read through? Taking the recipe one task at a time seemed much more efficient--until now, with a sizzling pan of chicken and no idea what a zester even would look like. The tool felt much more equipped for a Gordon Ramsey level meal, rather than the free HelloFresh boxes the duo were receiving with Maisie's recently acquired sponsorship.

"I told you that we should've gone with the lettuce wraps." She bet those wouldn't have required the zest of one large lemon. "You're not even helping!"

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LANA CONDOR photographed for Coveteur Magazine, april 2022

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"Dude, you can't tell me to shh and then ask me a question! That's, like, major mixed signals."

And, of course, because he'd told her to stop giggling, she could only continue to do so, shoulders shaking with the effort to contain them...and she was a little cold.

The long dress she wore was soaked through just below her knees. Though Aurora Bay was slowly warming with the impending summer months, it wasn't quite what Maisie would deem perfect beach weather, and the setting of the sun certainly did not help.

She was trying, though. The last thing she wanted was for Finn to get a bad grade because she had a case of the giggles.

"Oh, just...try not to get saltwater in my eyes? Why didn't I think of that?" Her eyes roll, albeit more playfully than moody, a grin quick to follow. "Easy for you to say from the sand, mister." If it wasn't for what she thought to be an expensive camera in his hand, she'd give into the urge to splash him.

As if to prove her point, a wave splashed gently against Maisie herself from behind and nudged her forward, an involuntary squeal sounding past her lips at its iciness.

"That so doesn't count, I wasn't ready for it!"

@finnbrooks

CLOSED STARTER for @maisiedemars where: beach near the boardwalk around twilight hours

"Maisie - stop giggling. How can I - no, shh. Okay... you're not cold, right?" Finn adjusts his lens on his camera, then looks to his current volunteer for this particular project. It is twilight hour, the ocean at low tide with a slow roll of waves up the shore. Most of the beach goers are gone, which means so are most of the gulls. The perfect lighting for a moody portrait.

Finn crouches down, one knee in the sand, trying to get the perfect angle then. They are about ten shots in, his eye for specific details painfully meticulous, he is even tolerating the grit of sand in his vans for this project. "Try not to flinch when a wave comes up. Unless you get saltwater in your eyes - then by all means. But try not to."

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God, Maisie's head was pounding...and bleeding?

Upon a quick fumble for her phone and further inspection, she deemed it not to be actually blood that stained her fingertips when pulling her hand away from her forehead--unless her blood had somehow turned an alarmingly neon pink since it'd last been shed from her body.

The events of the night slowly began to trickle back to her. A house party invite, body paint, colorful shots (that explained the headache)...but how had she gotten home?

Oh, she realized as she looked around the unfamiliar room, unfamiliar sleeping bodies strewn throughout the unfamiliar furniture. I didn't.

Carefully tiptoeing around to locate her shoes had proved futile. If they were in there, she'd been unable to find them, nearly tripping over two bodies in her efforts, and eventually just leaving the room and cutting her losses...even if they had been her favorite sneakers. RIP.

Heading in the direction in which she thought, vaguely, to be towards the front door, Maisie instead found herself in the--to her surprise, occupied--kitchen. She'd been prepared to quickly turn on her heel, not exactly with a desire to be seen, given her current state, but the voice calling out to her just about thwarted her plan for a clean getaway.

"Hellooo," Maisie turned back with an awkward smile, hand carting through her hair in an attempt at taming whatever it possibly looked like. "Oh, I'm actually just--" She gestured towards the door (she thinks) with the same hand, but the gesture falls flat as his words catch up to her. "--did you say crepes?" Calvin Wash, just...casually whipping up some crepes?

Maisie liked crepes...and if he was putting forth the effort of making them...who was she to decline, really?

"...maybe just one." Pushing further into the kitchen, she made herself comfortable at the countertop.

@calvinwalsh

Closed: @aurorabaystarter - Anyone who'd end up showing up to a random house party in Aurora Bay Drive hosted by your one and only.

Location: Calvin's home.

The Walsh was notorious for hosting the most ridiculous parties. Life was fleeting and it was meant to be lived like there would be no tomorrow. It's why there was a weekly theme and his event planner Nicola was a fucking genius. Last night's rager happened to be a glow in the dark party. It wasn't uncommon to find people crashed in one of the spare five bedrooms a part from his own. "Good morning," he sang as saw his mystery overnight guest make it into his kitchen. "You hungry? I'm whipping up some crepes."

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"Hel, babe," Maisie groans, "we've talked about this."

A knock did not equate an automatic come in. Not that Maisie would ever or had ever turned the other away, but there were a few instances that came to mind that she wouldn't exactly want to be barged in on during.

"Like, I could've been naked. Or Major! Orrrrrrr...someone else." Not that she was seeing very many people naked these days, but it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility.

(Who was she kidding.)

With a sigh, Maisie pressed pause on the remote and stood up from where she'd made herself comfortable on the couch, making her way to the door to pull it open wider and gesture Helena inside with a sweep of her arm.

"And you know I hate The Shining," she points out with a pout as they head back towards the living room.

Taking the phone from her hand, Maisie looks at photo in question, once again finding her seat and crossing her legs underneath her.

"...okay, it is a little obvious, but it does make your ass look too great not to post, so maybe just...lean into the obviousness? Caption it with something like...and yes I took this on the counter to make my ass look phat and then you go from obvious to...self-aware, maybe?"

This really wasn't what she'd consider her expertise. Maisie didn't even know if she had an expertise.

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Helena walks out of her apartment in direction of maisie's apartment, knocking once before she tries her luck at the doorknob. Thankfully, it isn't locked so she pops her head inside in what she can only imagine resembles the scene from the shining. "Maisie! I need your help. I need you to tell me if this picture of me sitting on the bathroom counter to make my ass look better is obvious or not." She squints down at the image. "I need your knowledge and expertise!"

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"Oh, I definitely can see it."

There wasn't any missing the neon pink fabric currently blowing in the breeze in the tree outside Ocean Crest, though it did not stop Maisie from tearing her gaze away from where her phone camera recorded a slow zoom in on them, to double check that they were, in fact, seeing what they were seeing.

"You think someone, like...threw them up there?" She stage-whispered to the man next to her, attention not breaking from the screen in hand and the video loop it played back. Typing out a quick caption (is this victoria's secret?), it's only when a second possible explanation comes to mind that she turns to fully face him.

"You don't think someone, like...did it up there, do you?"

Oh, the splinters.

@denverxscott

open // closed for @aurorabaystarter

location: wherever you want baby

"Please tell me you can see it too." Denver was nearly pleading as he (most likely) looked like a damn fool squinting up at the tree. "I know it's probably a shirt, but it looks a little lacey to me."

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"Oh! So, Gwiddying is like, a dance move, right, and when someone starts to do it, they're, like, witerally hitting the gwiddy--" Trying to define the term with the term itself was proving to be harder than Maisie thought. "You know what, it's...not important."

And that she could drink to. Collecting her Dirty Shirley from atop the counter, she turned to lift it in solidarity with the man next to her, cup pausing halfway in its ascent when she finally caught a look at the man's face.

Realizing she was staring, Maisie was quick to shake her head. "...I'm sorry, it's just--you look so familiar."

Which wasn't uncommon in a town like this, where most of Maisie's friends were people she'd known most of her life, but this heavily tattooed stranger next to her stuck out in a way that all but demanded to be remembered. Where had she seen him before?

@silascody

for: @aurorabaystarter​

where: anywhere at all, get zany wid it 

“Ayy, whatever the fuck that means, I’ll drink to it.”

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BIOGRAPHY | MUSINGS

BASICS.

character name: maisie linh demars  

age & dob: march 28th, 2000 (23)

gender identity & pronouns: female, she/her/hers

sexual orientation & relationship status: questioning, single

residential area: ocean crest apartments

occupation: social media influencer

length of time in aurora bay: all her life

traits: affable, self-doubting

faceclaim: lana condor

FAMILY.

mother: leyna demars (neé nguyen)

father: rocco demars (deceased)

siblings (wc): kai demars (brother, 33)

TL;DR.

aurora bay native and youngest child to a t, you might recognize maisie demars from a tik tok fyp near you!

BIOGRAPHY.

tw death

many people would assume that the hefty age gap between maisie and her older brother, kai, was the product of an unplanned pregnancy

in actuality, maisie wasn't a surprise pregnancy, but leyna and rocco demar's last chance to have another child before it would be deemed unwise to do so--a use it or lose it type of situation

having spent ten years thinking their son was to be their only child, the demars (leyna, specifically) had put all their best efforts into shaping kai into being the ideal heir of the family

it's not to say that no effort was made with maisie, but whereas kai had been easily molded to their expectations, she'd always seemed to have marched to the beat of her own drum, much to their mother's frustration

she was not immune to that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she was lagging behind, both riding the coattails and hiding in the shadows of her brother's successes--and if she were somehow able to forget it, her mother was always right there to remind her

her dad was both her crutch and her saving grace, there to shield her from the worse of her mother's criticisms, and to bail her out of various committments or extracurriculars she found herself involved in and no longer wished to be. he was her best friend, and biggest supporter.

did well in high school, well liked and able to get along with just about anyone, tried on different cliques and clubs like they were hats...but at the end of those four years, she was nowhere even close to knowing what it was she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

it was her dad who'd suggested community college in order to appease her mother's desire for her to see some higher education, and the first year had gone fine enough--until two months shy of the end of the semester saw rocco being taken from them unexpectedly.

maisie's world shifted on its axis. never had she imagined a world without her father in it, not one where she was still young, not one where she still needed him. it was devastating, and left her feeling even more lost than before. she subsequently dropped out of school for the next semester.

somewhere in this grieving period did she start turning towards social media as a distraction. posting silly little videos that got no views, tweeting into the void...she couldn't explain it, but something about it helped, made her feel better.

she continued to live at home for the next few years, moving out only six months ago after no longer being able to deal with her mother and brother, who’d returned since their father’s death; slowly clawing her way to an associates degree in communications, working at the movie house theater, and falling in love for the first time.

...and it was breaking up for the first time that turned maisie's silly little hobby into a career, after a tik tok she'd made ugly crying about it went viral. her subscribers had gone from 10's to 1,000's what seemed like overnight, and as she kept the content coming, and the numbers kept rising...she began to feel, for the first time, that maybe this could be something to see through.

six months later, and maisie's just quit her job at the theater in order to pursue content creation full time!

HEADCANONS.

her sexuality is questioning as in questioning if she's even into men at all

still trying to find her "image", but so far her tik toks consist mostly of day in my life/what i eat in a day's and food reviews! maybe a recreation of customer interactions from the movie house every now and again, or imitating her mother.

is so used to lying to her mother about things that, at this point, she lies about the most inconsequential things, like what she ate for breakfast

isn’t in love with the idea that this all started because of her and lorelai’s breakup (it feels exploitative and also hurts to have to keep living through), and is definitely trying to shy away from that kind of content, even if it’s what drew people to her page in the first place

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

current roommate (and lying to her mother about it) to @majorwalker

former roommate but better off as friends in separate homes with @pearlwestbrook

made a tiktok about her breakup with @lorelailewis and went viral

made @silascody's viral prison hooch and almost threw up

enlists @benniesimpson to be her fake roommate when her mother comes over

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

older brother

cousins

a few best friends

childhood friends/classmates

friends who used to be close but had a falling out

weed smoking/drinking buddies

frequent movie theater goers

community college classmates

tik tok mutuals or collaborators or fans

maybe an unserious ex or two from high school?

neighbors

tinder dates/hookups/one night stands

@aurorabayaesthetic

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Lana Condor as Erika Vu in the trailer for Boo, B*tch (2022)

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NEW GIRL | 2.16 TABLE 34

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QUINN JOESPH 2X03 · "As Assist from the Sidelines"

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“You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.”

— Mandy Hale

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An iconic moment from every B99 episode: Halloween III 3x05