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Clover&Marnie

Clover: Seriously.. I hate you sometimes.

Clover: Does this mean I can come over?

Marnie: Hey! I said you were the pretty one

Marnie: Of course, the pizza will be waiting

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Clover&Marnie

Clover: Could I like.. Come over to yours then? I'll bring you pizza?

Clover: I've seen this horror movie before and the pretty ones always die first ;)

Marnie: Oh yes! I'll phone the pizza, you call the repairman and maybe he can have it done by tonight!

Marnie: Well I promise to avenge your death

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Clover&>>>

Clover: I know this is crazy.. But can you come over?

Clover: I.. The powers out.. I don't know where the fuse box is.. And I'm kinda scared...

Marnie: I totally would but I sort of don't know how to fix a fuse box, so we'd be sitting in the dark together

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theaustinhale:

“With July 4th coming up, I’ve done more news interviews about fireworks and the precautions you should take than I’d like. My dad keeps texting me with pictures of me on his TV screen and keeps joking about how his son’s famous. I’ll just be glad on July 5th when it’s business as usual… for the most part.” There were always stragglers who never seemed to understand that 4th of July fireworks are only meant to be shot off on the 4th of July. The department almost always got a few emergency calls even the week after the holiday.

Marnie had in fact seen her best friend during one of those interviews, even snapped a photo herself to send to him. She was very proud, even if it was only an interview with the local news station that might have just picked him because he was the best looking at the station. “Does that mean you won’t come in to talk for me?” She asked sheepishly, biting her lips as she began to beg, “I know that it’s the end of the semester and I should just be letting them have fun, but you know how I worry. And I know you, you wouldn’t want to risk any of them getting hurt because they were stupid with some fireworks.”

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brokenxwalker:

Location: Outside King’s Row Gastropub

Being a hands-on owner was a goal Owen set for himself walking into the new job. It was the best way to learn it and the first few months were a rough crash course, lots of stumbles and mistakes before even getting his first solid footing. He never minded the gossip staff circled around about him or the critiques on him; why he was here, why he was doing, how damn clueless he was. Because it was true. Buying this had been an impulse, in a way. Impulsive for his character.  After a week of encouragement from his sister and even a push from his parents, Owen tried this new start at life they insisted would be good for him. A quick month of research gave him a bare percentage of preparation for what he was walking into and he know it showed for a long time and still did. He tried to be on top of every cog and wheel that made this place run and more than often he was overwhelmed. Some days what he’d learned so far helped and even remembered to let his managers do what he hired them to do.  Good days.

Bad days, like today, Owen felt he struggled with everything. When the computer and stacks of papers started to blur out from the sharp ache at his temple so badly that letters might as well be ink blots. When a problem that he knew shouldn’t be that difficult but his inexperience made it that way state unsolved in his hands. When he thought his being here was a mistake, Owen turned to simple tasks. Like unloading the latest shipment of liquor. Middle of the day crowds filled King’s Row and with the job only being time consuming Owen didn’t see the need to pull any staff. Carrying boxes inside was simple and gave the pain his head a reprieve, until half way done a tremor in his arm took it’s place.  Annoyed he ignored it, forcing his fingers to flex open and closed, marching back out to the sidewalk then grabbed another box. Seconds into lifting it up a tightening pain shot from his right bicep all the way down to the fingers which spasmed and he dropped the box. In less than a blink of an eye bottles of whiskey shattered open on the pavement and on the shoes of a passerby that was unlucky enough to be near when Owen fucked up. “Goddamnit!” He growled, giving his right arm a furious shake as if it’d ease the tingles before clenching his fists and kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces. “Sorry about that.” Owen sighed out between his teeth while trying to calm himself which just replaced his anger with dejection. Which made him slow to pick up the glass with his good arm, his right one lethargic in its movements, and when he finally looked up to the person he only managed a grimace.

Marnie had just stopped by to say hello to Owen, see if her friend could convince his chef to make her a portion of fries quickly so as she didn’t have to go to the effort of making herself dinner after the long week she’d had. She was almost surprised to see him outside of the pub, but she supposed that it shouldn’t have been shocking to see him doing some of the dirty work. What was shocking was how the box seemed to just slip from his hand as she opened her mouth to make him aware of her presence. In the shock of watching the glass bottles fall and shatter, feeling the warm liquid flood beneath the heels she had worn to work that day, she somehow misinterpreted the situation as her fault. “Oh Owen, I’m so sorry!” She apologised as she knelt down to help him pick up the pieces of broken glass. She didn’t care about the fact that the drink was now soaking into her dress and she would have to throw it out, no matter how many times she got it dry cleaned there would be no way to remove the smell of alcohol from the fabric, but she really should have been more careful gathering up the shards in her panicked state. “Ow!” She cried out as one embedded itself in her palm.

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corinnericciardi:

         “At least his snarky inquiries were enough to boost his grade that much.” Though the idea of getting a C, even at this point in her life, was not pleasant. Over achieving stretched into so much of Corinne’s life that it had become staple, even if it was a source of stress from time to time. “I’d still prefer Gatsby over anything Shakespeare. His is the only work I actually found myself bored of reading. Repetitious themes, many many recycled plots and character tropes and just … a lot of sexual references buried into what he thought was witty? Give me Zelda and Gatsby’s dysfunctional story any day. I’ll be bored but it’ll be more interesting still.” Which wasn’t saying that even she wasn’t tired of the exposure that F. Scott Fitzgerald’s tired story got. The mention of Catcher in the Rye made Corinne shake her head. “I never read it first hand but I’ve heard a myriad of things about it. The descriptions of it basically match what you’re saying.” Her crinkled nose relaxed at the mention of making the kids read romance novels. It’d be hilarious, to say the least, “Penny romance? That’d just be torture.”

“I mean he was averaging out to a B so he could pretty much afford to mess up some of the extra credit. It just didn’t feel right failing him, he might not have put effort into the right answer but it was a thought out answer nonetheless,” Marnie didn’t know why she felt the need to defend her choices, she’d already done it once to the head of her department. She laughed a little, nodding along in agreement, “Shakespeare was possibly the most bored I ever was doing my degree, but it’s a necessary evil when it comes to literature unfortunately. You know I never got how Zelda Fitzgerald was okay that her husband based on of the most vapid, self absorbed, thoughtless characters in American literature on her. Although maybe if she really was as shallow as Daisy then she would have enjoyed it. Come on, you don’t enjoy a little romance?”

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katrinaaddams:

Katrina laughed and smiled proudly. “Thank you! Right at usual!” She teased a little and tried to push back the question of asking for this mans name and instead took another large sip of her beer. Katrina exaggeratedly gasped when Marnie threw peanuts at her and joined her laughter while throwing a few of those peanuts back at her. “How dare you! Because of that now we need one last shot before we figure out what we are going to do to make your weekend more exciting!” She was half joking but in the end it wouldn’t matter. All Katrina wanted was to be with her best friend on their friendaversery.

Marnie gave a small squeal as the peanuts hit her, ignoring the confused looks of the other patrons in the tables around them. “I told you only one shot!” She protested Katrina’s words, but it was weak when she said them with a smile. One more round couldn’t hurt, she would just have to make sure that she had one less drink than she had been planning to. She was sure it would all equal out in the end. “For the last time, I am plenty exciting!” She chuckled, not sure that she completely believed her own words. She certainly didn’t think she was boring.

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sambiartsy:

Sam laughed, throwing her head back at her friend’s words.  “At least not from your students anyway.  But tell you what:  Next time you’re tempted, you should just ask your favorite fellow teacher if you want to know if their suggestions are watchable”. She grinned, bouncing on her heels when the blonde takes to her suggestion. “Yas!”, she said, pumping her fist in the air.  “This is totally wild, but would you want to go today?  Don’t be afraid to say no”.  She knew it was a long shot; the city was a 3 hour train ride on a good day.  Still, it didn’t hurt to ask.

Marnie considered it for a moment, deciding if she should be even just a little impulsive and break her routine. She chewed on her lip as she thought of the paperwork that was waiting for her at home and the cats that needed fed. However, she did have the whole weekend to work and her neighbours owed her a favourite after she had helped their son with that essay. She could afford to take the day for herself. “That sounds pretty good to me. Like I said, I can’t say no to shoes,” She agreed with a wide smile, suddenly excited that she had somewhere to be.

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javi-delacruz:

Javi shrugged. “It is what it is, I could use the money.” He said and looked over. “Does that actually happen? I have no idea how that world works to be honest. I don’t think I could ever be a teacher.” He added and raised an eyebrow. “Sounds good, care to go with me? I could always use the company!”

“Oh yeah it does. Like I said, sort of sucks,” It was one of the only things that Marnie hated about teaching, but it happened so rarely that it wasn’t even really a problem. “It’s not for everybody,” She agreed, sometimes she was even confused about why exactly some of her colleagues had became teachers, but she didn’t feel like it was her place to judge. She nodded enthusiastically at Javi’s offer, “Like I said, to die for.”

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paper-airplanes-and-cupcakes:

“That brings a few cupcakes to mind: strawberries and cream, cookies and cream, raspberries and cream, Italian cream, or Boston cream.” She replied trying to figure out which one Marnie was craving. 

“Cookies and cream!” Marnie exclaimed excitedly, so loud that she was sure that somebody would have thought they were some kind of code word. She winced slightly as she said much more quietly, “Sorry.” Still, she couldn’t help but think that anybody who didn’t know that cookies and cream was the obvious choice didn’t deserve to set foot in a bakery.

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sambiartsy:

Sam laughed, nodding in understanding.  “Youtube it!  It’ll open your eyes to the bizarre things these kids are entertaining themselves with these days”.  It helped her get by, knowing what they liked.  And if Sam were being honest, she found those videos entertaining most of the time too.  “Ahh, it’s so beautiful, I really just might.  At the very least, I could get some reading in, right? I think it’s too cold to swim still, unfortunately”.  She pushed some hair back, loving that suggestion. “We should go to the city together sometime!  You know, to do some shopping or see a show or something”.

“I am never taking any suggestions when it comes to YouTube again,” Marnie said, her voice firm. Obviously she wasn’t up for negotiating. She was a rather naive high school teacher and the moment her students had caught wind of that there was inevitably a few pranks. There were videos that had scarred her for life that had came from what she had presumed to be innocent children. She didn’t know what Fortnite was and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Her tune quickly changed at the mention of the city, suddenly nodding and agreeing, “I never say no to shopping. Especially shoes.” She dreaded to think how much space she could save without her growing shoe collection.

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corinnericciardi:

         Corinne snorted softly at the commentary about the honor roll kids, their boldness to correct the instructor. Know-it-alls were a bit obnoxious, she dealt with them quite a bit in her field, but by now she just brushed them off. “Did you give him the bonus points for his rant?” For as patient as Corinne could be, she could never imagine being a teacher. It was hard to imagine herself as being strict or forceful, but there was a mom / work voice that she perfected many moons ago. For the most part she was as easygoing as most assumed — gentle, even, but there were buttons even on her switchboard that were dangerous to press. “So if you could make your own reading curriculum for a class, no banned books, no backlash at all … what’s the absolute first thing you’d pick? ‘Cause I bet it’s boring to have to do Silas Marner all the time, yeah?”

“I marked him like any other paper, he gave me valid arguments with some evidence to back it up. He got a C, but I’m pretty sure he was expecting zero so he was still shocked,” If Marnie recalled correctly she had feared that his jaw would hit the floor from how fast it had swung open. She laughed a little, wishing that she could share the mental image with Corinne and prove just how funny it had been. If she thought about it too hard, Marnie would know that her students were in no way intimidated by her. She didn’t instil fear, she smiled and brought in homemade treats on the last week of the semester. She had won them over with kindness, convinced them into work with her sweetness. Of course there was no way she had won every teenagers respect with that, but they seemed to like her enough to do most of the work she set. “Oh and don’t forget The Great Gatsby. Do you know how sick I am of the green light and its imagery,” She joked, a classic book now tainted by how many times she had discussed its most basic themes. She hummed softly in thought, trying to imagine her dream lesson, “You know a lot teachers would go controversial. Bring in the banned books, like Catcher in the Rye. You ever read it? It’s really just the ramblings of a mad man - or rather boy. Interesting but next to no plot and confusing which means it difficult to teach. No, I’d bring in every romance novels I could find and they would beg to move classes.”

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anthonymarlowe:

Tony raised his eyebrows in mock offense, “I would never,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You give me too much credit– believe me, if anyone would be getting an ego boost, it’d be you.” He assured, although the more he considered the idea, the certain he became. After all, it wasn’t as though he had seen how clumsy Marnie was, and on the off chance that she really did bust a toe… getting coffee was the safer option. Maybe something else then… art galleries were fun and relatively accident-free, but he didn’t even know if she would be comfortable going to something like that with him or if she’d find it half as enjoyable as he did. Right, coffee was definitely the safest option. “I know the feeling, somewhat.” Toy admitted, “the office gets the same way, but business tends to pick up in the summer.” The details of that business, of course, didn’t need to be shared with Marnie.

“You think you’ll be giving me an ego boost? Well now we definitely have to go!” Marnie exclaimed, teasing in her tone. It would be nice to know that she wasn’t the worst bowler in Kingston, even if she came only second to Tony, but she doubted anybody else at King Pins would have wanted to see them. Truth be told she wouldn’t have minded the art gallery idea had Tony voiced it. Her best friend owned their local one, which meant she had already heard everything there was to hear about her pieces, and she wasn’t exactly known for her ability to be quiet like these places often required, but there was a certain level of calm that surrounded art. Still, she much preferred curling up with a good book in her lap. She hadn’t meant to, but her eyes became more curious as she remembered not for the first time that she had no idea what Tony actually did for a living. It always felt too rude to ask, so instead she went with, “So you’ll be busy then? I almost get bored without all those homeworks to mark.”

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phoebcisms:

“ah, see you know what’s up.” phoebe remarked with a chuckle, standing up from the couch already eager to step out. not only because she was actually starving but also because after a long stressful week, she was ready to be out and about. her brow rose as she waited for marnie to decide, a mock look of horror appearing over her features. “you know do know it hurts my confidence when you take that long to decide? i promise i don’t bite.” flashing her pearl white teeth when the blonde agreed to her plans. “Okay, miss marnie, just food.” though phoebe knew it she’d manage to convince marnie to stay out a little longer. “after you” making a dramatic hand gesture for her to walk before her.

Marnie had never been a party girl. Not in high school, not in college, not in her life after. She was sensible, responsible, the type of person you called when you needed picked up from your own partying. She certainly wasn’t prepared to keep up with Phoebe. She laughed, shrugging the coat on and reaching for her bag as she defended, “I was considering if you would actually keep your promise.” She set off towards the door, vowing that she would walk back through it in a few hours rather than the next morning, as she continued, “Besides, I was trying to work out if Mediterranean food was too spicy, but I can always cover it in mayo, right?”

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sambiartsy:

She shrugged with a smile, crossing her arms.  “They’re fun, you just gotta find a way to relate to them.  You should see me do those ‘fortnite’ dances”.  If Sam were being honest, she couldn’t imagine working with any grade but the middle schoolers, there was something about their age just seemed to click with her.  But none of that seemed to matter, either, when the nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her that her passion was not teaching.  Sam laughed, nodding with enthusiasm.  “Exactly!”  She considered the idea, liking the thought.  “I think if it were nice enough, I’d even go to the beach….maybe.  The idea of staying home in bed is just so tempting, you know?”

“I still have no idea what that means,” Marnie laughed, although she’d heard the name thrown around the hallways over the last few months. She had thought it was a game, but now there was some kind of dance involved? This was why her students thought she was the most uncool person in the city, that and she got excited over books that were decades old. Her bright smile widened at Sam’s suggestion, if it could be called that, “You should definitely drive, it’s worth it. Or the city, it’s pretty nice too.”

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jessfox:

“As long as they don’t go around breaking things, I agree with you” she laughed, knowing the chaos kids could bring in a matter of seconds. She raised her brows at Marnie’s plans, her smile growing. “You excited to see him?” she took a glance at the blonde, hoping she wasn’t intruding. She knew better than anyone how messy families could be sometimes. “Nah. I’ll be working all summer. I’m trying to save money” she said with a smile still on her lips. She knew it seemed odd for someone to be excited over work, but she figured Marnie would understand. “For culinary school”.   

Marnie smiled a little, thinking back on the one time that her mailbox had been broken when an impromptu baseball game had gotten out of hand a few Summers ago. She could have been mad, but little Timothy’s apology had just been so sweet that she couldn’t have found the will to be. She nodded almost frantically, “I mean, the nerdiness is sort of hereditary so it’s going to be super fun for me but we’ll probably just read and catch up on all the boring stuff.” She couldn’t help but get a little excited, as though Jess’ was contagious, asking, “Do you think you’ll have enough to start in September? Or maybe you could start a little later?”

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luciadernacht:

✴︎ — Lucia shrugged, “ it’s being thrown by this castmate who I’m not too fond of. She thinks we’re best buds, and honestly she’s incredibly annoying. ” She usually wouldn’t cancel plans, but she had no problem cancelling plans she’d been sucked into.

Marnie was going to suggest that Lucia just tell the girl how she really felt, but she quickly realised how hypocritical that would be. After all, that wasn’t something she would have done herself. In fact, she might have been more likely to be the friend in that situation. “Couldn’t you just sit away from her? There’s got to be some friendly cast mates,” She tried suggesting, not wanting the other girl to just miss the party.