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elinakazan · a year ago
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hvandenbrg​:
well, at least harry wasn’t the only one surprised. fuck. the moment he heard the ghost of his past say his name… it could’ve easily been the end of him. he had never felt his stomach drop and twist and turn like that. “oh, you know — the thing,” he motioned towards the door he had just entered, his hand making random gestures. the saying out of sight, out of mind had just taken a completely different meaning that day. it was almost incredible what resentment could do to someone — and then, the lack of it. almost like he had forgotten how beautiful elina was, how soothing her voice was… how much he missed her, the life they’d had. it was never anything like this, and for that, harry was grateful. fuck. “fuck,” finally, he spoke his thought under his breath; it just was a ‘gotta let it out’ moment. at her compliment, damn him to hell, harry put his hand to his tie and pulled it loose, until it eventually came off. “uh, thank you. truth be told, i can’t wait to take it off.” he let out a dry chuckle, almost a scoff. he was… way too confused. “you… you, too. i mean, you know. you look nice.” more than nice. the sudden reminder of her beauty had left poor harry a babbling mess. his hand rubbed his face, as if that would help him wake up from this fever dream. “last i heard… italy, right?” why was he trying so hard to talk to her? the thought… it made him smile a little. he did know why. the guilt hit him just as hard as the sight of her had. “i’m — i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to barge in like this, but this was the only door that wasn’t locked.”
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It was not often that Elina found herself speechless but at the sound of his voice —gosh, she’d missed it— she froze up in her spot as she mustered a polite smile, one that could hide any trace of her current emotions. When he put his hand to his tie, she had to resist the urge to reach out and help him to pull it loose, something she used to do whenever he came home. Some habits were just too hard to break, but instead, she tightened her grip on the brush she was holding. "This is a dress code free zone, so make yourself comfortable," she finally said, the corners of her lips permanently pulled up in just enough of a smile to make the conversation look casual. The compliment does something to her, it made her feel queasy and set her heart alight. "Not as well dressed as you, but in my defense, I was not expecting visitors." Nervous laughter escaped past her as she looked down shyly at her shoes and rubbed her cheek, hoping to wipe out any paint that she could have there. "Yeah, Florence," she replied and at that moment Elina wished this could be a casual conversation, one that didn't make her heart beat so loud that it could be heard from inside her ears. "It's beautiful there. I think you..." she trailed off, the rest of the words getting lost somewhere in her throat. I think you would have liked. That's what she wanted to say but it wouldn't be right. She visited so many beautiful places and in every place, she couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like if he'd been there with her. Pathetic really. "You really are not supposed to be here, but I guess I can offer you the royal treatment." She regretted her words as soon as they leave her lips but most of all she hated the bitterness that weaved through her words. "I'm sorry, uh, that was out of place." Anxiously, she turned to the nearest table and began cleaning the brushes. "I can find you another place to take a break from the party," she said before glancing at him, "or you can stay here. It's up to you."
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elinakazan · a year ago
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@finleywood​
It had only been four months since Elina had moved to New York but she was so delighted to see how many familiar faces she had encountered. It made the transition a lot easier, not like she ever had problems establishing friendships but it was comforting to see faces she hadn't seen in person for months or even years, as it was the case with Finley. A beaming smile that could have rivaled the sun blossomed on her features as she laid eyes on him, not hesitating to give him a hug. "It's been so bloody long," she started before she step back to take a better look at him. "Did you get more handsome with time? I find that so infuriating," she said, unable to shake off the giddy excitement that enveloped her. "I'm sorry I made you come all the way to the museum but I'm still trying to figure out the city and I have no idea where we could go. So, since you know more places than I do here, where should we go?"
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elinakazan · a year ago
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edgarmendoza​:
“Ah, no luck… sorry…” he paused, ducking his head as though he was disappointed, the signature long curls hiding the grin that was threatening to break out on his face. “Nah, just joking it just arrived!” He could hardly contain himself the moment he’d received the shipment this morning, and had to fight the urge to call up Elina immediately despite the early time. His recommendations  were such a personal process for Ed, he was anxious to know what she thought. “One sec,” he ran to the back staff room and retrieved the light blue Gordi record, “so, when you listen you have to lie back and enjoy it, okay? To experience it properly.” He knew Elina was a little too restless to stay still without warning. 
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Elina couldn't conceal the disappointment that was starting to form in her features but her countenance relaxed into a grin that reached her eyes. "Not a funny joke," she said, not able to hold her excitement. She stared at the record for a few seconds before turning to Edgar with a beaming smile and she nodded when she heard his instructions, making a mental note to follow them later when she got home, even if staying still would be a difficult task. She loved the feeling of getting a new record, the mystery of what it sounded like but above all she loved being able to hold music in her hands. "I'm sure I'm going to love it. Next time I'll think of a recommendation for you, although I'm sure you've heard all the good stuff in the world." It was an exaggerated statement but she couldn’t deny that Ed had great taste.
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elinakazan · a year ago
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yazsanchez​:
“Yoga is fucked. I can’t sit still for that long, last time I did yoga I gave up halfway through and grabbed a burrito instead,” all of the breathing and patience yoga took were definitely not her strong suit. It was almost impossible to be stationary for longer than a minute, so she’d much rather something upbeat. “Stop waiting for the zumba class to come to you, and start your own zumba class, babe. I’d join.” Yaz leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm, eyes sparkling “No flirting yet, the cocktails haven’t even arrived… maybe later, though.” She teased, finding it easy to fall back into the rhythm of their dynamic, even with time apart. “of course you wouldn’t, have you seen this body lately? New Yorkers are missing out.”
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"Now that's my kind of yoga," she replied, laughter weaved through her words. So many of her friends were obsessed with yoga and whenever Elina expressed her dislike for the activity they would look at her as if she'd said she didn't like oxygen. She simply couldn't find the so-called 'state of bliss' yoga was supposed to provide. "Don't give me ideas because you know I just need someone to put the idea in my brain for me to seriously consider it." She wasn't even joking, at the moment the idea seemed too good to not do it. "Later it is then. Talking about cocktails, what are you getting? I feel like I need something strong but is it too early?" She mused before shaking her head. "Only a few of us have been privileged enough to witness it. Do New Yorkers really deserve to see it?"
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elinakazan · a year ago
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iainxtravers​:
Even when people gave him a complete pass for his actions, Iain felt terrible about a lot of his tics. Some because they were annoying, and some because they were outwardly flirtatious when he didn’t mean for them to be. She was gorgeous, there was no denying that, but if Iain were going to hit on her, it would not be by wolf-whistling at her on the street. “I’m not the sort of guy who whistles at people on the street, not on purpose anyway,” as he rubbed the back of his neck, his body seized slightly, and he whistled again, twice in a row this time, “Apparently that one is popular today.” If Iain didn’t joke about it, he was going to cry. Which he had also done, but only at home when nobody else was there to see what he was doing. “I have tics and they like to make decisions for me. Like who I should awkwardly flirt, but not flirt with.”
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Elina stared at him with her eyebrows knitted together, unsure of what he meant by 'not on purpose', but her questions were answered soon enough. "Ah, I see," she said with a nod before adding, "I think I've read something about that." That's all she could really say as she didn't want to start speaking about something she only had a vague idea of. "Well, I still will take it as a compliment if you don't mind." A whole-heartedly smile blooming on her lips. True to her curious nature, she couldn't help but ask him about the tics, hoping that he wouldn't find her inquires too intrusive. "So, is it always whistles? You don't have to answer, I was just curious."
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elinakazan · a year ago
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theroryreilly​:
There was something inherently melancholy about the fall. Maybe it was the drop in temperature… maybe it was the darker, earlier evenings. Rory wasn’t quite sure, but he felt the pangs of it, regardless. This changed, however, when the stranger walked up. Sitting down, she grinned, and Rory couldn’t help but mimic the smile, ever so slightly. There was something so bright, so effervescent about the woman, and maybe a little glimmer of light was good for him. “Some would say the same about me. Maybe we’re just in good company, you and I.” He grinned, scanning the title. “Brontë, eh? We do love a classic. I’m sticking with contemporary for today, however.”
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"I think we are," Elina agreed, a smile blossoming across her features. "I always feel a bit awkward when I have to share a table with someone, especially if they don't talk." Sure, she understood that not everyone had the desire to strike a conversation with everyone but often Elina had trouble resisting such impulse. "I like to alternate them. My last book was a contemporary one, also one written by a humorist. I guess this time I wanted something a bit more sombre." In general, Elina was a sucker for a good book with sad undertones, it truly was a cathartic experience. "Is that one good? Maybe I'll add it to my list. I have to admit I've never read anything written by him."
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elinakazan · a year ago
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yazsanchez​:
“Personally, I find it easiest to just join in on the weird shit.” Yaz responded with a grin, thinking about the numerous flash mobs and public zumba classes she’d accidentally walked into during her short stay in the city. “Just… you know, run up and join ‘em. I think that’s the whole vibe they’re going for anyway.” It had definitely encouraged her to step outside her comfort zone and try things she’d never had thought of before, like tai chi for instance. “I fully know what you mean though, New Yorkers do not give a fuck. I could probably go outside right now, strip down naked,  scream at the top of my lungs, and nobody would bat an eyelash.” She paused for a moment, contemplating, “I kind of love that idea, actually.”
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"Listen, I'm all in but yoga is not really something that interests me. I need something more... active." New York's spontaneity matched her personality although she still found surreal that there was a city where everything seemed to be allowed. It was different, but she liked it. "Why couldn't it be kickboxing or zumba? Yoga is just so blah," she said, unable to find a more eloquent way to describe it. "Ohhh are you already flirting with me, Yaz?" she said, humor in her tone as she let out a playful chuckle before winking at her. "Maybe it's because I'm not a proper New Yorker but I would never ignore such a sight."
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elinakazan · a year ago
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hvandenbrg​:
“fucking hell,” harry muttered under his breath as he managed to sneak past the crowds and the repetitiveness of the interactions. it had never been this bad, the attention — the man had actually thought he’d manage to live a normal life, but he had been proven wrong already. to be honest though, he knew there was a chance he was overreacting: this kind of attention was probably a regular friday night for cecelia. but for harry, it was starting just… too much. at least for that moment right there, in the middle of a charity event at the moma. somehow, he found himself in some administrative-looking side of the museum; he rattled doorknobs, hoping one would eventually open — until one did. “anybody there?” he murmured as he peeked into the room. “please don’t mind me. i need a moment away from the madness. i won’t bother you too much, i —” the stop mid-thought hadn’t been intentional, it was just the fact that he couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing, or better said, who. “no. there’s no bloody way. no, no. e-elina?” was his mind playing tricks on him now? it had to be. there was no other explanation. it had to be. regardless, he froze. “there’s no way,” he repeated under his breath. | ( @elinakazan​ )
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How easy was to lose track of time when she gave her restless heart a break and focused on something. This particular night a Kandinsky painting had kept her at the museum for longer than her shift required, not like she minded, in fact, she couldn't think of a better way to spend this evening. The alternative was a charity event taking place at the museum— at which all curators had been invited— but if she was truly honest with herself, she had little interest in the workings of this particular party, she had very little interest in making meaningless small talk. Instead, she let her mind wander between the painting before her and the melody that played through her headphones. That was until she heard the faint echo of someone calling her name. "I told you that was not your scene," she said with a breathy laugh, thinking it was her co-worker as she removed her headphones just in time to realize that the voice, while familiar, didn't belong to her co-worker. The way it rasped in his throat made her heart quiver and nearly sent her to her knees. She didn't need to look at him to know who it belonged to. "Harry," his name is an exhale, more than anything. She stared at the painting for a few more seconds nerves frantic, before catching his gaze. "Wha— What are you doing here?" Silly question. She knew why he was there and with whom. "Look at you! You are looking very sharp." Handsome as ever, she thought. She let out a laugh instead of crumbling though, a delicate, tinkling kind of laugh that didn’t suit her mood.
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elinakazan · a year ago
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@edgarmendoza​
A smile spread across her features as soon as she stepped into the record store. There were several reasons why Elina refused to go fully commit to streaming services as their convenience could never rival the chance to venture outside and inhale some oxygen alongside strangers she might not otherwise have planned to be in the same room with. "Please tell me it's finally here," Elina started, her tone could hardly contain the emotion as she made her way towards the counter to greet Edgar. "You said it would only take two weeks and it's been almost a month." There was no reproach in her tone, in fact, it remained playful. "If I had known your recommendations would take this long I would have gone for something more mainstream."
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elinakazan · a year ago
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@yazsanchez​
New York was truly full of surprises and while Elina had only been in the city for four short months, she could confirm that the rumors were true: anything could happen in New York. Sometimes it made her question her decision of moving here and other times she felt like she was part of a low-budget indie film. “Does everyone in this city have a ‘fuck it, I have my own shit to deal with’ mentality that allows them to ignore literally every weird thing that happens here?” she asked, as she removed her jacket and placed her purse on the hanger. “On my way here, this street was closed because people just decided to practice yoga there, I mean what?” she said in a frustrated tone of voice, although she appreciated the confidence of those who were not afraid to display their yoga skills so publicly.
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elinakazan · a year ago
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iainxtravers​:
Iain didn’t avoid going out in public on purpose, but there were some days it was just easier. Today would have been one of those days except for the fact that he had absolutely no food at his house and nothing he was dying to order in. For the most part, he managed to keep his tics masked on his way to the grocery store, but about a block away, a whistle - that he had affectionately dubbed the sexy whistle - forced its way out, along with a shaky finger hearts. His cheeks flushed brightly and he wanted to melt into the sidewalk. “I’m so sorry.” 
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If the song hadn't finished at the exact moment he whistled, Elina wouldn't have heard it over the music playing loudly through her earphones. Listening to music very loudly was a habit her mother had tried to break for years but all attempts had turned out to be unsuccessful. It didn't surprise her, she had heard them before, especially since she moved to New York but what did surprise her was the apology that followed. Normally, those kinds of whistles came along with a smug smile that she wished she could wipe off with a slap but he didn't have a smug smile, in fact, he did seem rather apologetic. Her features softened as she shrugged, a half-smile tugging at her lips. "Apology accepted. I have to say you don't look like the sort of guy who whistles at random people on the streets, and if you do, you are probably the nicest in this city because no ever says sorry," she replied, her smile growing as she tuck a lock of hair behind the curve of her ear.
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theroryreilly​:
Some days, Rory Reilly was full of spirit. Everything seemed to be in harmony and the world made sense. And other days… well, they were a bit harder. But that was okay! He knew he had to take those days in stride. When the world got down, he knew the best thing to do was take it all one step at a time. So, miraculously having no class or work, he headed out to his favorite coffee shop. Fall drinks were all the rage, so he sat outside, taking in the breeze, with a cup of liquid heaven. Or, in simpler terms, the richest mug of hot chocolate he could find. He lit a cigarette, breathing in the smoke, while he read David Sedaris’ new work. The coffee shop was swarmed with people, and he had been lucky to find a spot. When he saw someone searching for a place to sit, he smiled, softly. “You can sit with me, if you’d like. I promise I won’t bother you.”
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@codstarters​
The air was thick with the scent of coffee, and for a moment she can understand the appeal for the beverage. The smell enveloped her and sure enough, it made her feel wide awake. While standing in the queue she almost gave in to the scent and ordered a cup of coffee, but her brain was quick to remind her that the bitter taste of it was not as pleasant to her taste buds as it was for her nostrils. Without milk or sugar, coffee was beyond unpleasant. So, tea it is. Upon receiving her order, green hues scan the place to find a place to sit down. Elina was about to leave when she heard the kind invitation. "I think I should be the one worrying about bothering you," she started as she sat down before smiling warmly at him, "I'm sorry but I can't promise I won't bother you. I have a nasty habit of talking too much, especially to strangers who are book lovers," she ended as she pulled out a book from her purse and showed it to him, the cover read 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall'.
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elinakazan · a year ago
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( ANNIE MURPHY + CIS FEMALE ) —  Have you seen ELINA KAZAN? This THIRTY-FOUR year old is an ART CURATOR who resides in BROOKLYN. SHE has been living in NYC for FOUR MONTHS, and is known to be CREATIVE and CAREFREE, but can also be QUIXOTIC and DRAMATIC, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with HIGHLIGHTED PASSAGES IN A BOOK and PAINT-SPLATTERED CLOTHES  | @codstarters​
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hiya! my name’s ella. i’m SO excited to be here and bring elina to this amazing roleplay. i can’t wait to interact with all of you! so please hmu if you’d like to plot!
. basic information
NAME: elina thisbe kazan
NICKNAME: el, ellie, lina
GENDER: cis female
PLACE OF BIRTH: victoria, british columbia, canada
HOMETOWN: birmingham, england
DATE OF BIRTH: april 26, 1986
AGE: thirty-four
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual
OCCUPATION: art curator at the moma
BOROUGH: brooklyn
. background
tw: cheating
Not much is known about Elina's biological parents. Her story is no much different than those of many children in the foster system: parents who were too young to raise a kid. She was born in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. Although she still retains her Canadian citizenship, she does not remember much of her birthplace.
She was six months old when she was adopted by the Kazans. Both of them had immigrated to Canada ten years earlier. Her father, Estevan Kazan was a Greek citizen who moved to Canada to work on his Master's degree and her mother, Katina Trusova moved from Russia seeking a better life. By the time she was adopted, her parents had been married for five years and after several failed attempts to conceive, they decided to adopt. She does speak Greek and Russian fluently. 
The Kazans lived in Vancouver for three years before Estevan was offered a job in Birmingham. The whole family relocated to England and a year later her parents adopted a baby boy and two years later a baby girl completed the family.
A happy and reckless child, Elina gave her parents several headaches. She had enough energy to light a city and no matter the number of extracurricular activities her parents enrolled her in, she simply couldn't stay still. Regardless of her endless vitality, Elina often gave nothing but satisfactions to her parents. The kind and bubbly girl turned over the years in a clever, outgoing and creative woman.
Elina never really had a plan, most of the time she just went along with the flow. One day she wanted to be an Olympic athlete and the next day she wanted to be a doctor. Her life aspirations were ever-changing. However, the only constant in her life was her love and passion for art, any kind of art. A dreamer per nature, Elina found solace in paintings, songs, films and books. They allowed her to travel to a different world and in the tough moments, art has always been there for her.
Loyal to her capricious nature, Elina tied the knot when she was just 18 years old. Harry Vandenberg was not a random choice. In fact, aside from art, he'd been the other constant in her life. Best friends since she moved to England, Elina swears that she knew she was going to marry him even at the tender age of three. It took years to go from strangers to friends to boyfriend and girlfriend and finally to husband and wife.
Elina started university shortly after the wedding. She decided to take a double program and she graduated with a Bachelor in History of Art and Classics from Oxford. While her academic life kept her busy, she often felt alone. Being in the army, Harry was often away. At first, she didn't mind the loneliness, but soon it started to take a toll on their relationship.
Throughout most of her life, Elina aimed to have a marriage like the one her parents had. In her eyes, they were the perfect couple until she found out it all had been a lie. Her parents divorce came out of nowhere but soon enough her mother explained everything. Her father had been cheating on her for the past fifteen years. Elina's whole world crumbled down upon hearing that and just like that her trust in those close to her was gone.
No one could be trusted. That was all she had taken from her parents' divorce and unfortunately she brought it into her marriage. Elina started to question Harry's faithfulness. Nothing he did or say could change her mind that her husband was not cheating. Without evidence she continued to accuse him and despite his best efforts to prove his innocence, their marriage came to and end. All those false allegations became a reality. She had pushed him away and turned him into a cheater.
Her heartache was enhanced when she saw Harry's face all over the news after his relationship with the princess came out. When it came to settle the divorce, Elina decided she didn't want anything, she just signed it and moved to Italy where she lived until four months ago.
Six months ago, she was offered her dream job: museum curator at the MOMA. She hesitated to take it since she knew Harry lived there and the last thing she wanted was to make everyone think that she was moving there for him but in the end, she couldn't deter her own dreams because of him. So, she took the job and relocated to New York four months ago. She got a nice place in Brooklyn and she hopes that the city is big enough to avoid running into her ex-husband.
. personality
Elina worships her freedom. She loves travel, adventure, meeting new people, and she longs to experience all of life. If she hates something in life that is routine. She doesn't want to lead a humdrum life and she is often doing a bunch of things as she is not tied down to one task. Her upbeat personality helps her to make friends easily and she often attracts people from all walks of life. She has a way with words and an uncanny ability to motivate others, she also loves to make people laugh and tends to be very sarcastic almost cynical. Honesty and loyalty are sacred to her and that can make her feel wary. She doesn't trust easily and chooses very careful who to trust. Elina is also an idealistic and a daydreamer. She is always in her own little world and she tends to get distracted easily.
. potential connections
siblings: she has two siblings, a brother (30) and a sister (28). they are also adopted (so the fc could be anyone). i imagine they have a good relationship, although maybe she could have had a fallout with one of them because they decided to take their father’s side in the divorce.
close friends: could be friends she made in england, italy or here in new york. she has plenty friends but this group is special because she trusts them which is a hard thing for her to do.
partner in crime: so elina is very spontaneous, they kind of person who rarely says no to adventure. unfortunately, not many people are like that but this person is just like her and they always say yes to all her plans. 
art lovers: they run into each other at art galleries, exhibitions, open mics, museums, screenings, concerts, anything that involves art. so obviously they have the same interests, so they are each other art buddy. 
university classmates/friends: she attended oxford for four years, then the royal academy of art and right now she’s doing a master’s at nyu.
before sunset plot: okay so she traveled a lot after her divorce, so i’d love a plot like the one in the movie, ya know, they met on a train and talked for hours, they walked around the cities and talked some more. there was a connection but then their ways had to be split. 
unlikely friends: despite their differences they are friends. elina is very outgoing, reckless and impulsive while your character is the opposite of that.
fwb: since her divorce, elina hasn’t been in a serious relationship, however, this is the closest she has to one. they just fall in tune with the other. it’s easy, no strings attached. (m/f)
ex-flings: she probably has hooked up with a few people, it’s casual. (m/f)
tinder date: yeah she fell into the online dating world and let’s say it did NOT go well. it was akward but in a fun way. everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. it’s a fond memory but obviously there wasn’t a second date.
neighbours: people who live either in brooklyn or in her apartment complex.
OOOF ! okay, that’s all i have for now. i didn’t proofread this so excuse the lazy english but it’s 3 am here so my brain is dead. anyway, enough rambling. i’d loooove to plot with y’all so please like this or come and hit me up with plots. tumblr messages or discord, i’m game for anything!!! :D
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sonja morgan, a beautiful disaster 
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ANNIE MURPHY photographed by Russell Baer (2020)
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