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hunter looked down at the girl in front of him, his brow furrowed as she was holding a cake out to him; her voice was so cheerful and her smile was too big. “hi.” he spoke and shook his head. “i’m hunter.” his response was short, and he was scanning her up and down. why was she being so nice? it was weird enough that a stranger had showed up at his door with a cake, but she was just too cheerful. “thanks, i guess.” he held his hand out and took the cake, unsure of what to do now. he looked from his apartment and then back to her. “uh, did you want to come in?”

the whole point of aspen coming over here was to befriend her stranger neighbor, but she felt her confidence falter a little when he seemed so off-put by her demeanor. “well, it’s nice to meet you hunter.” gladly handing over the cake, aspen slipped her hands into her pockets once he safely had it in his grips. “it’s vanilla bean, and delicious, if i do say so myself. i suggest refrigerating a slice before you eat it though, the icing is much better cold.” she mentioned, trying to fill the silence that seemed loud in the empty hallway. when he invited her in, aspen smiled and nodded a bit. “sure, thanks.”

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     “trust me, i’m barely surviving,” she joked. “at least i still get paid at the end of the day. that’s all that really matters, right?” her job did give her some luxuries, like the lack of a roommate, so she knew she couldn’t complain too much. “but enough about work. if i keep talking about it my headache’s only going to get worse.”

“yikes, i’m glad i don’t have your job. sorry darling.” giving the other a small pity smile, aspen took a sip of her now a bit cooler coffee. “if it helps, i’m sure it’ll get better, just keep being a boss.” trying to think of a subject to get their minds off of work, aspen pondered for a moment before speaking up again. “you know, i’m dog sitting for someone in my building while they’re on vacation. would you want to come by tonight and play with the puppy to get your mind off work?”

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        intricately laced threads came together to form the fishnet print that peaked through the distressed, frayed holes of ripped black denim, the sultry vixen’s ensemble echoing the darkness that rippled through her internal nature as she rummaged through the fabrics before her. “ do you own anything that — jeez, i don’t fucking know, doesn’t look like it was purchased before the french & indian war ? i mean, s e r i o u s l y, ” the brunette hissed, surgically enhanced nose turning upwards as she swiftly shifted her weight around, eyes narrowing in on the subject of her remarks. within her grasp, wound tightly within her freshly manicured talons, was a small black dress ( her color of choice, obviously, as it matched the depth of her soul ), & with a subtle hint of a smile working its way upon her feature, armani held it at arm’s length. sure, it wasn’t completely her style, as it lacked the appropriate proportions of leather & lace that were a staple within her own wardrobe, but for the other ? she supposed it would do. at least, for now, that is.  “ if you’re going to go out with me — & i swear to god, i’m not allowing you to protest this time — you’ve got to put this on. ”

while armani rummaged through her closet, aspen sat on her bed, a pillow in her lap and her lithe fingers picking at the loose threads that always seemed to reappear after she trimmed them. she should’ve known from the moment armani walked in the door that they wouldn’t be having a “chill night in” like they had decided. while aspen was dressed in her pjs, armani was dressed in a head to toe black ensemble that did not look comfortable to watch movies in. “i though we talked about this, we aren’t going to that party. we have no idea who’s putting it on, it’s in a bad part of town, it’s just a recipe for disaster. and will you stop going through my clothes, i’m not changing.” when armani pulled her smallest, tightest dress out of her closet, aspen let out an audible sigh. “we’re not going anywhere. plus, i don’t even think that dress fits me, so you can just put it back. come on ‘mani, i have extra pjs that you can borrow...”

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pricism:

a rested on his shopping cart as another gripped his phone loosely.                   the cart contained a large bag of hot cheetos, a dozen eggs, cinnamon bread, and orange juice.       ALL necessities. ALL easy to consume.          the sudden collision was partially his fault as his eyes were glued to his dimly lit screen ,                                                                          fingers gliding along the electronic.    but it wasn’t until he heard his voice that he looked up.      ‘ ASPEN ! ’ now that was a face he hadn’t expected to see ever again.  ‘ what are you doing here ? ’

theo was most likely the last person aspen had expected to run into in ottowa, especially in aisle four of the grocery store. the two hadn’t seen each other since high school, which now seemed like ages ago. “i got a job and moved here a couple months ago. what are you doing here?” she asked. they were lab partners back in high school, and theo often got on her nerves with his flippant nature and general lack of caring. maybe he’d matured though. from a glance at the items in his cart, it didn’t seem like she should hold up hope.

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just went and got my new baby plants and they’re all happy and set up in their new home so i’ll be here for the rest of the night until i have to leave to babysit!

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aspen was on her main weekly grocery trip, browsing the aisles looking for one of the items on her list. she was resting her forearms on the bar of the cart, holding her list in her hands so she could find exactly what she needs. she jumped when her cart ran into the front of someone else’s. looking up from her list, she backpedaled a little bit. “i’m so sorry.” she apologized, looking at the boy in front of her. when she looked at his face, she knew that she’d seen him before. it took a moment before she was able to place it. “theo?” she asked, cocking her head to the side slightly in a questioning manner. ( @pricism )

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hunter was alone, trying to focus on writing his newest exam but almost anything else seemed a lot more interesting at the moment. he had been spending more and more time alone since he moved out and left his mom and his sister on the other side of town. he tended to be introverted most times, but when he heard someone knock on the door he was relieved; it was something to distract him from getting his work done. “coming!” he called out, pushing himself up from his kitchen table he swung the door open looking at a girl he was pretty sure he saw in the hallway once or twice. “hi, can i help you?”

after knocking on the door, aspen put on her happiest smile, hopefully one that was nice enough to melt her neighbor. she would never admit it, but it got under her skin that she hadn’t been able to make him open up yet, and she had a fierce determination to at least get him to smile at her. when the door swung open, aspen greeted him and held up the cake. “hi, i’m aspen. i live down the hall from you. i moved in a few months ago, but i realized that i’ve never gotten the chance to formally introduce myself to you, so i brought you a cake.”

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mia had mentioned that she’d had a rough day over their text, so aspen had suggested that they meet up for coffee so that she could get it off her chest. “i’m just glad i don’t have to argue with people for a living. i don’t think i’d survive very long.” aspen sympathized, taking a sip of her coffee and then setting it down, realizing that it was too hot. 

     mia held her head in one and and a coffee in the other as she sat down beside them, a long sigh escaping her lips. “i had a two hour argument with someone regarding whether ‘irregardless’ was an actual word today. they actually used it in the argument… please, remind me why i thought this job was a good idea? or better, tell me why people have copy editors if they’re only going to argue with them?”

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humming along to the music she had playing, aspen put the finishing touches of the orange and yellow icing on the cake she’d been baking for her neighbor down the hall. she’d been living in her apartment now for six months, and although she’d met almost everyone in her apartment, there was one person that lived on the end of her hall that she’d yet to get to. they’d always avoided her eyes when passing, never saying a word to her. but no one could resist her delicious vanilla bean cake. putting the cover on the little carrying case, aspen headed down the hall and knocked on their door.

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hey y’all! i’m ans (nineteen, she/her, est), and below the cut, you’ll find a bit more about my bub aspen. at some point i’ll probably put some kind of bio or something up on her page, depending on my laziness factor, but i’ll summarize all about her down below!

[ dua lipa ] – meet ottawa’s own ASPEN TAYLOR, a WATER TYPE A. SHE is a TWENTY-ONE year old CISFEMALE & has lived in the city for SIX MONTHS.

aspen was orphaned at a young age, and basically bounced around different foster care homes growing up. she never had very many close friends, due to often bouncing around to different houses and sometimes school districts.

( tw: cancer, death ) when aspen was sixteen, she was moved into the taylor’s care. mrs. taylor had died the prior year, and the family was feeling a bit empty ever since, so they looked into seeing about foster care to try to give a kid a better life. their home was really different than any foster home that aspen had ever been in, and she ended up for the first time ever really loving where she was. the whole family took to her quickly, and they decided that they wanted to adopt her and make her part of their family.

she heavily aligns with water type a, as she’s very emotionally astute, and her emotions drive every decision. she’s usually very happy-go-lucky and bubbly, and tries to keep a positive outlook due to her less than ideal upbringing.

right now she’s in ottowa as she graduated college early, and is working as a graphic designer for some national magazines that have offices in ottowa. 

if you’re lucky enough to be in aspen’s inner circle, she treats you like family, a perk that often comes with some of her homemade sweets on any special occasions (or just any time aspen sees fit, which is usually all the time).

if you can’t find aspen, she’s probably hanging out at everlasting books or ottowa public library for a change in scenery to get some work done, or if it’s nice out, maybe even in major’s hills park. 

that’s kind of all i have about her right now. feel free to message me if you want more information or to plot! i have tons of connections and plots for aspen, and i’m so excited to get to know all of y’all!

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