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[olivia-harris]

One thing that would probably never change was Olivia's love of food, and any time she could pair that with catching up with an old friend, she was at her happiest. She let out a sigh of approval as she stuffed more of her shrimp fried rice into her mouth. She playfully narrowed her eyes Catalina's way when she nagged her about her time away from town again. "Shut up!" She whined, chewing the rest of her food down before shrugging one of her shoulders. "I had Chinese food in Columbia too. Wasn't as good, but it wet the whistle a little bit." As much as she'd enjoyed her time away, she did enjoy being back in Briar Ridge, and getting to eat Vim's again. "But before you start hounding me for my life decisions again, let's get to the important stuff: how's work been going lately, and please tell me one of us is getting some action — if you know what I mean?"

who: catalina & @olivia-harris where: Vim's

"I feel like this place will never get old," Catalina spoke before shoveling a huge lump of noodles into her mouth via chopsticks. Eyes rolling back in pleasure only food could provide, she nodded along as if agreeing with her previously made statement. "Yeah, Liv, truthfully, how did you go so long without having good Chinese food like this when you went to college?" Green eyes locked in on her friend as she brought another lump of noodles to her lips, this time adding in some of the General Tsao's chicken she ordered in too. Catalina had reconnected with Olivia when she came back, having become friends when she first arrived and the two met back at age 9. Even though when she left and the two lost slight contact, Cat still considered her someone she enjoyed having around.

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Olivia was in desperate need of a girls' night, so the second Fahriye invited her over, she practically jumped up and made her way over. She was grateful that she wasn't having to do the baking this time since work had worn her out lately, but she was sure that whatever her best friend made was about to be absolutely decadent, and hopefully something new she hadn't tried before so she could sing Fae's praises, as per usual. She only knocked once she'd arrived to offer a forewarning before she let herself in, much as she normally did. Smiling at the greeting, Liv retraced her memory for the Turkish she'd learned before to translate what aşkım meant. "That means my love or darling or something close to that, right?" She hummed.

Welcoming Fahriye's pecks to her cheeks with the exact same in return, she giggled as her own arms engulfed the other woman in a tight hug. "Hi, gorgeous." She beamed, and it was as if the weight of everything else was instantly lifted now that she was reunited with one of the people she felt like she could be herself with. Letting Fae pull away first, she let her call the shots now, nodding as she glanced over at the set up on the couch. "Special treatment just for me? Damn, I feel special." Liv joked as she walked over to the couch, lowering herself onto it as she stretched out. "Honestly, you're the only person who does all of this for me when I come over, and now I feel like we should make this a regular thing." She suggested, and it might take some work to pull it off with their schedules, but she'd adjust for it nonetheless. "I appreciate the water, but does all of this come with any tea? The messy kind, obviously, not the actual tea?"

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   :    fahriye ﹠    olivia harris @ FAHRIYE'S TOWNHOUSE IN BRIAR RIDGE HILLS.

fahriye carefully placed the last of the delicate finger desserts on her great-grandmother's crystal plate, a cherished heirloom that sparkled under the warm glow of the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window. just as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, a sudden knock resonated through the hallway, followed by the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open. her heart skipped a beat with excitement, knowing instantly that it was olivia, her dearest friend. ❛ livia, aşkım! ❜ fahriye sang out joyfully, turning on her heel with a bright smile that lit up her face.

she moved with a graceful urgency towards the entrance, her arms opened wide in anticipation. the moment they met, she leaned in to place a tender kiss on both of olivia's cheeks — an ingrained ritual of their friendship filled with warmth and affection. then came the big, enveloping hug. it had indeed been a while since the two best friends had the luxury of sitting down for an extended chat. life had a way of sweeping them up in its whirlwind, with fahriye navigating an especially hectic schedule. each day brought a new barrage of tasks and responsibilities, leaving little room for leisure or moments of genuine connection. today, however, was a welcome reprieve from that chaos. ❛ come on, you know the drill, ❜ fahriye encouraged as she gently pulled back from the embrace, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she ushers her friend in. ❛ get to the couch, pick your spot, and get comfy. i have warming blankets at the ready, water on the table. i just need to bring the desserts in, hold on! ❜ she made her way back toward the kitchen after motioning for olivia to make herself comfortable in the living room.

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"Who would buy that?" Olivia scoffed to herself as she held up some ridiculous gadget, and then tossed it aside. Shopping for coworkers, people she vaguely knew at all, was a pain in her ass, and she was struggling to find appropriate gifts. Luckily the voice beside her offered her a reprieve, one she so desperately needed. "The chicken could work if you picked it up like on your way to the gift exchange." She stated, deciding to humor such a dumb idea first. "But it depends on who you're doing the gift exchange with, what the budget is, if your group is okay with possibly inappropriate gifts — give me the deets, and I can probably help."

open to: anyone

location: any retail store

"Do you have a white elephant gift that you've seen be a big hit?" It was something she was doing with her friends but she was short of ideas, especially since she wanted something that would be a hit and have everyone fighting to keep it. "I googled it and someone said a rotisserie chicken but I don't know how to feel about that. How would you even preserve it?"

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Who: @coltonatwater & Liv Where: Atwater family home

As the car pulled into the cobblestone driveway, Olivia inhaled, and then exhaled, a deep breath. Putting their fake dating plan in action had gone smoothly so far, but that was because they hadn't gone public with it until now. Not in front of the Atwaters and their peers, anyways. That was the cause of the internal panicking she was experiencing, and it was a reminder of why she had never attempted to be an actress before — she wasn't cut out for it. But how hard could it be to swindle a bunch of socialites? As she took in the house, or borderline mansion, before her, she was starting to think that maybe she wouldn't be able to uphold her end of their arrangement. Maybe it was the fact that she felt like she'd stick out like a sore thumb amongst some of Briar Ridge's elite locals, but her nerves were quickly starting to get the better of her.

Liv was pulled out of her own puzzled thoughts when one of the valet workers knocked on the car windows to get their attention, and she shook off her doubts as she climbed out of the car. She wasn't alone in this, thankfully, so as soon as Colton was by her side at the bottom of the grand staircase leading up to the porch, she allowed herself to relax a little. "Do we need to run through our lies again? How we met, or I guess how and when we reconnected? How long we've been dating? Where do we see this going?" She questioned, managing to mask the slight tint of nervousness in her tone. "Is there anything else your parents might ask if they separate us and corner me alone? Like what I see in you or why we're trying the dating thing now and didn't try it back in high school or something?" Liv was somewhat hoping that the Atwaters wouldn't interrogate her at a work event they were hosting, but she also knew that an unexpected plus one came with a slew of inquiries, so she wanted to be well prepped just in case.

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With the mess of people slipping in and out of aisles, Olivia didn't even see the incident as Civan hitting her, or her cart anyways. Holidays always resulted in cart crashes and such, mostly because of the close proximity people were forced into because of the crowds, so she could chalk it up to her not watching where she was going closely enough. She assumed that man had seemed to be in much better spirits before the roadblock they were now bearing witness to, and as annoying as this was, she found it to be a source of entertainment now. If gossiping older women wanted to act like they owned the floor, Liv might as well cause a little bit of a stir.

She might not have been able to tower over the woman like Civan, but when someone or something was bothering her, she liked to think that her frustration gave her the strength of the Hulk and she'd move a mountain if need be. "Hey, don't seem surprised. I can do some damage with this cart." Olivia creating a bit of turmoil was normal, and it was beyond called for in this scenario. But before she knew it, the man was taking her advice and plowing right through the women, and their unamused reactions only made her laugh out loud.

"Get out of the way next time!" She sassed to the women as she pushed her cart through the space that had been freed up now, smugly grinning at how perfect her little push of encouragement had worked out. Stopping next to Civan, she shrugged. "See, piece of cake. Now, what were they preventing you from getting?" Liv asked curiously. Maybe the man wasn't up for a conversation after their trip to the store had been dragged out longer than they'd expected already, but it still seemed polite to ask. "I'm doing do my office a favor and treating them to a sweet potato pie, made the right way, and just needed to grab some cinnamon. What about you?"

The woman's instantaneous apology softened him, and Civan did his best to side-step her cart in the small gap provided. "I hit you." A look was shot over his shoulder at the far less civilized obstacle. He was a little quietly amused that apparently he looked equipped to bust up a scene. She wasn't off base, of course, but Civan had at least intended to attempt to avoid a confrontation. The women seemed like the very sort who were going to be shocked and appalled that other people wanted to use the aisle as intended. He'd come across the type too many times to count at the hospital. "It's the latter." He'd answer her after a beat. Civan's bright blues scanned over her cart in thoughtful contemplation, "You're going to be my backup?" Now that was amusing. If he had a partner-in-crime, then he supposed it was somewhat more worth the hassle. Still, he was internally groaning. Annoyed he couldn't do something as simple as getting groceries without having an Encounter. "Alright." Civan sighed and once again seemed to rotate on the spot. Shoulders straight. Without much warning to his newly acquired shopping companion, Civan took his job of busting up the party pretty literally. Using his looming sturdy frame to just push through the carts. Quietly amused when the perpetrators of the traffic jam seemed to just stand there in stunned silence, and Civan stopped for a second, making sure that Olivia could get her cart through too.

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When Ozan confirmed that he did in fact have honey in his tea, Olivia nodded at the choice. Truly, adding something so small into tea did work wonders, so she was glad that he was already trying something to rid him of his troubles. She sipped on her own beverage as he spoke again, and there was always something heartwarming hearing people talk about someone they loved. From the brief hesitation in his words, she could only assume that the woman wasn't here in Briar Ridge, but she smiled nonetheless. "Grandparents are special like that. She'll be proud to know you're sticking to her traditions, especially if it's helping." She hummed. "But you should be inside while you're under the weather. Another grandparent lesson: do not linger outside in frigid weather when you're already sick." She'd hated that belief when she was younger and just wanted to be outside playing with her friends, even when she already had traces of a cold, but she'd since learned that it helped her get better faster.

Hearing that the man had already taken action to contact a doctor, she figured he was more prepared than most people would be over a slight tickle in their throat. "Smart move." She praised, downing a little bit more of her drink before she fully turned to face him. Studying his features, Liv was certain that he was vaguely familiar. Her brief time away had felt much longer than it was, and she swore some people had started to look differently upon her or their return to town, and this was no different. After a moment of two, she narrowed her eyes as she met his gaze. "Ozan?" It sounded more like a question than recognition, but that was only because she knew there was a slight chance she was wrong. "Sorry, it feels like it's been ages, but you are Ozan Ulusoy, aren't you?" While she hadn't known him that well back in the day, there was a small hint of familiarity between them, from what she could recall.

The stranger's kindness warmed Ozan, and he smiled at her. When he was younger, he took the generosity of the people of Briar Ridge for granted, but time spent on the small farm in Turkey with his grandmother helped him to reflect. To appreciate the smaller things in life, like someone stopping to show concern for you when they didn't need to. He nodded, "Honey. I also like the sweetness it adds." Ozan sipped the drink, which coated his throat, easing the tickle. "My Anneanne — my grandma... she would add spices and other things like your parents. I swear she has magical powers," he admitted softly, pausing to remember the woman. He missed her calming presence.

"Ah, medicine. I've already scheduled to see the doctor," Ozan admitted. "Better to address it early than it worsens," he added with a nod as if convincing himself. Although part of him knew that the tickle wasn't the weather or a cold, it was nerves. He was stressed. Returning to Briar meant facing his family, old friends, Leyla... He had thought she would be in New York, writing more masterpieces, but no. She was here, and that terrified him.

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Having been early for her team's meeting at Paradise Point Resort, Olivia had ordered herself a mulled wine cocktail before deciding to kill time by going for a brief walk around the establishment. Sure, she'd been here a handful of times before, but it was nice to just observe other people as she strolled around. Most people looked to be in good or decent mood at least, even with the gloomy weather stirring outside. Rainy weather was typically a nuisance for her, aside from at night while she was in bed since it was more peaceful then, but she wasn't too upset over it now. And with the hustling and bustling going on inside, she found herself stumbling out the doors that led to the veranda as she took small, pointed sips of her drink.

Allowing the warm air and the soft pattering of the rain drops to invade her senses, Liv hadn't even noticed the other person until she heard the foreign outburst. Turning her attention to the other patron, she only gave a slight nod at his apology, one she didn't think he had to offer up. They were outside in weather and temperatures that tested one's immune system, so she totally understood. "Have you tried putting something special in your tea?" She questioned curiously. "My parents always made turmeric tea with lemon and honey for weather like this, and it usually did the trick, and rather quickly too." She suggested. "I guess medicine for a sore throat could help as well, but I think you should go for the tea first."

open starter for anyone capping at 2/5 location: Paradise Point Resort & spa

It had been a few days since Ozan returned to the small town, and he had been slowly reconnecting with the place in his own time. He wasn't ready to face some people and had avoided reaching out to anyone other than his sister Esra. He had yet to tell even his parents. This place had a special place in his heart, but it also had wounds so large they were like chasms, and he worried he wasn't ready to face them.

He stood outside the resort's veranda with his tea in hand, watching the rain fall. This was a vast difference from living on his grandparents' farm in Turkey. His hand reached up to touch the ring on the chain around his neck, memories of his grandmother playing in his mind. A tickle of anxiety itched his throat, so he cleared it gently. "Saçma," he offered to the person next to him, then shook his head, forgetting where he was. "Sorry, tickly throat," he added with a friendly smile. "I blame the weather this time of year, not good, for the lungs." A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he realized he had just explained one of the most straightforward medical concepts — bad weather usually meant sickness. Everyone knew that. He just happened to fixate.

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One thing Olivia hated was having to go to the grocery store when it was packed, but it was a necessity today. She didn't know who decided that the office Christmas party had to be so early in December, and although she wasn't the biggest fan of potlucks in general, she had still opted to put herself down for a dish and a dessert. It was mostly a way to ensure that she had something she could eat in the event that her coworkers were horrible in the kitchen, but it was a kind gesture either way, in her opinion.

She'd tried her best to get down the aisles as swiftly as she could, needing to get in and out as soon as humanly possible, though it wasn't easy at all. Olivia was managing to bob and weave around carts, big purses, protruding elbows and legs that were blocking her cart's path as she grabbed the few items she needed, and she'd just started heading for the final ingredient when she felt her cart hitting someone.

"Sorry!" She called out politely, unsure of who was at fault for the minor collision but still feeling the need to apologize. She smiled softly as the man faced her, though it faltered when he spoke. "Blocked?" She repeated through a groan. "Like blocked off and we need to find another way around, or is it just some rude person standing right in the way?" She questioned curiously. "If it's the latter, you look well equipped to make them move, and if all else fails, I'll use this cart to do it."

Who: Open Where: Chapman's Grocer. It was only December fucking tenth. A week into December was all it took, and suddenly, you couldn't go anywhere without being elbow-to-elbow with people. The days leading up to Christmas seemed like its very own kind of virus, with people frazzled and shopping like it was just days before the holiday. Civan was in dismay as he navigated the isles he knew by heart, muttering to himself as he went. If he wasn't so particular about his vegetables he could just order for delivery, but he'd be out of sorts if things weren't just so. Overly ripe tomatoes made a difference. As did the gender of a bell pepper. "Of course—" He cut himself off, "Allah belanı versin." Civan rounded a particular stall in the fresh market section to a cart wall. A traffic jam, except, in the produce section of a grocery store. Two energetic middle-aged women stood there gabbing, carts facing each other as if the world should stop and rotate around them. The Zax. Instead of arguing, they were gossiping. He backtracked, begrudgingly making to go around them but instead, he felt himself bump into the cool metal of someone else's cart behind him. For a moment he froze, rod straight, and had to exhale the tension in a huff. Civan turned. Face a mask, frustration still boiling beneath the surface. "That way is blocked."

[olivia-harris]

—  BASIC INFORMATION!

 FULL NAME: Olivia Jade Harris

 ALIASES: Liv, Livi

 AGE: 29

 PRONOUNS: She/Her

 BIRTHDATE: September 16, 1995

 ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

 BIRTHPLACE: Monroe, Louisiana

 CURRENT RESIDENCE: Briar Ridge, SC (downtown)

LENGTH OF TIME IN BR: moved here when she was 9, left for about 6ish years for college/working post-college, but then returned about 5 years ago

 SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

 MARITAL STATUS: Single-ish

OCCUPATION: Office assistant @ Ballenger Realty (for now)

—  PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS!

 HEIGHT: 5’9

 HAIR COLOR: Black

 EYE COLOR: Dark brown

 TATTOOS: Two (is open to more)

 PIERCINGS: Ears

—  PERSONALITY!

 POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, hardworking, empathetic, meticulous, observant, protective

 NEGATIVE TRAITS: compulsive, impatient, petty, morbid, opinionated

 LIKES: true crime podcasts/shows, cooking/baking, reading, working out, music, trashy reality shows (especially the housewives), watch some sports, video games

 DISLIKES: cats, coconuts, liars, cheaters, debbie downers

 HOBBIES: photography, being an armchair detective, watching 80s slashers

 HABITS: bites her nails when she's nervous

—  FAMILY INFORMATION!

 MOTHER: Amber Matthews

 FATHER: Jabari Harris

 SIBLINGS: None

—  BIOGRAPHY!

tw: minor death/illness

Life in Monroe, LA was rough, to say the least. While Amber stayed home to raise Olivia, Jabari was a temporary construction worker, finding work assignments when he could as he tried his best to take care of his girls. It wasn’t always easy, but the man worked himself to the bone to try and get his family out of the trenches of Louisiana. It wasn’t until Olivia was 9 years old that a family member out in South Carolina encouraged them to move out that way, and with a little help, Jabari moved his family to Briar Ridge, where he found more stable work. Amber even decided to put her Education degree to use and started teaching now that Olivia was a bit older, and had obviously outgrown her helicopter parent.

While she had been shy and much better behaved in the early years, by the time the family arrived in Briar Ridge, Olivia was starting to come out of her shell. She’d started to find her voice, but was also deep diving into her hobbies: photography, dancing, cooking (more so baking but same thing), and slashers - both the fictional and non-fictional kind. How a happy child turns into a morbid teen, her parents didn’t know, but they just let her run with it anyways. When she wasn’t in dance classes, she was either pestering SC detectives for information on cold cases, or building her photography portfolio by going to scenes of old crimes and taking really good, but slightly chilling, photos. Her fascination led to her deciding on a major pretty early, and although she spent high school partying her ass off and getting into all sorts of trouble, she was still managing to pass enough to get into college. 

Olivia traded Briar Ridge for Columbia when she chose to go to the University of South Carolina, majoring in Criminal Justice and minoring in Art Studio. During her sophomore year, her father suffered a fatal heart attack, and while her mother completely fell apart over the grief, she had to be the strong one. It was then that she had to focus and start making money for herself to help ease some of the burden off of her mom, so she had to shift gears and start charging for fluff photography gigs: birthdays, engagements, maternity, graduation, sports, headshots — it wasn’t ideal per se, but it was helping her mom pay the bills and keep her afloat so she learned to adjust. 

After graduating, she stayed at USC for two more years, this time as a Clery Act Compliance Coordinator for the college, gaining a different perspective of law enforcement, so to speak. But it was during that time period that she realized how insignificant her degree seemed, since she didn’t want to be a regular street cop and she couldn’t bypass it to just be a cold case detective, so Olivia decided to come back home to Briar Ridge. 

Olivia went back to do photography as a placeholder while she tried to decide what she wanted to do with her life, aside from just enjoying it and having a good time in any way that she could, and she eventually decided to try her hand at real estate. Maybe she shouldn’t have binged Santa Clarita Diet three times, but selling houses seemed easy enough, so why not? Ballenger Realty had an open office assistant position so Olivia took it, and she’s been learning from the agents as she studies to get her real estate license; however, she thinks she'll have a better chance at making it as an agent in Briar Ridge if she makes bigger, more powerful connections in town.

—  WANTED CONNECTIONS!

COMING SOON BUT I'M OPEN TO ANY & EVERYTHING

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