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@saharareed
ever faked an orgasm?
“Yes, but in all fairness, hasn’t everyone faked an orgasm at least once?”

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Send me asks n stuff and ill only be able to answer with "yes" or "no"
three most attractive people in town ?
“I don’t really talk to a lot of people here, but Gage, Nate, and Nicolas.”
What would the box with all your hopes and dreams inside look like?
“I obviously favor the idea of having children since my entire learning experience focuses on childhood education. I suppose popping out one or two wouldn’t hurt; I think Daniel would be a great uncle. Uh, probably getting married, too. I’m in no rush. Having a career where I feel stable would be nice, as well. Many of my hopes and dreams already came true, thankfully —- I’m extremely appreciative."

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SAM PHILLIPS.
Location: between Braeswood & Lockwood. Time: Midday. Status: Open to @robertflvnagan· / @joaquinxii· / @saharareed·
Despite having lived in Devinstone for a good two years, some people did not seem to have come to trust Sam even now; he did not take it to heart, for all that it mattered, he did not care. Had he ever in his life cared for approval, there was no way the man would be sauntering the bordering streets of Braeswood and Lockwood, the intersection of the quaint town he felt most at home at, panting softly from the weight of the heavy backpack that was strapped tightly – too tightly – to his torso. It was part of his ridiculous self-imposed routine of Bootcamp workout, held up for years, yet it was the first time that his breath burned in his lungs since the time that he’d actually been there. In an effort and hopes of meeting the eyes of someone, specifically not counting themselves to those people, his own took their trained look of the clusterfuck of lacing that was supposed to keep his backpack and other utensils in place, now in a mess of knots and loops that his lopsided view of it could not solve. Sam would resort to something that he absolutely hated to do: ask someone for help. “Hey, sorry, can’ya give me a hand for a minute?”, he let out, still slightly out of breath, addressing by far the most sympathetic person, given that they had not eschewed him before giving a second look. “I really don’t want to cut all this and buy new shit to replace this.”
Sahara curated a specific routine once relocating to Devinstone; to Boston University, student teaching at a remote elementary school, then back home in Braeswood. She didn’t care to communicate with others all that much considering this is a temporary stay. To converse after spending hours with bickering children would complicate her well being furthermore, but still, she opted to help, knowing it’s unlike her to leave someone hanging in a time of need. Besides, if the tables were reversed, would she feel content with herself knowing no one would want to lend her a hand? It’s obvious times are hard —- the somber weather contributed to it all, all wet and waterlogged. “Help a hand with what?” She pressed, tightening the straps of her shoulder bag. Her voice cleared as eyes searched for the problem until it became clear as day, bending on a knee to lend proper assistance. “Oh, I understand, trust me. Adulting is hard,” Sahara voiced. “Sometimes I barely have enough money to buy a nutritional lunch meal.” Which is the absolute truth, shaking her head dismissively. “How’d all of this happen?”
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SAMANTHA MILLER.
Location: TARGET 🎯
When: MONDAY, AFTERNOON
Who: OPEN ( @devinstonestarters· )
Call it a safety measure, or some sort of insurance, but Sam was at Target that day to buy none other than a suitcase. Something new, something fresh, something that she coud act was a guarantee that at some point, she was going to leave again and won’t get held back by the notion of family, or old or new friends. Just like that, for all her success and career she had, Sam was still longing for a semblance of peace in her hometown. Not to mention, her highschool/college boyfriend was there, and that didn’t go over very well. So, she needed something, anything. The 20″ American Tourister Arabella Spinner suitcase was the one that caught her attention, and she pulled the handle to take a better look – only it resulted in it causing a chain reaction in the array of other suitcases, some stacked on top of each other, and so the entire row ended up in a consequential avalanche that not only caused a lot of noise but almost trampled her over. Lucky for her, no one was in that aisle. No one but her and just one other person. ‘’No, no, no–’’ She was cut off as she tried to prevent the wreck, but she was a little too late.
Her first immediate reaction was to walk away, not wanting to contribute to further disruption in Target. Sahara’s only reason for being there was the discounted cleaning supplies along with restocking on facial products; a well worthy travel, she thought. Considering the behavior emitted from others who probably wished to continue shopping, it appeared that the stranger might actually need the help. “Uh,” Sahara drawed out, “I’ll just try to stack the rest of them while you go get the luggage you wanted to purchase.” Each one tumbled at such a fast pace, it led to a complete breakdown of the rest of the luggages, inflicting annoyance within her small frame. Yet mistakes happen. Embarrassment, too. And had Sahara stood in her shoes, she’d most likely feel the same way. To stifle back any laughter, she chewed the inside of her cheek. “—- how are you hanging in there?”
“People are strange,” Sahara muttered, sighing. “It’s not a reference to the song by The Doors, but is fitting, huh? Maybe I’m just tired and overthinking.. overanalyzing everything. Or I need some fresh air. Would you like to join?” Given that she’s still considered a new resident —- or at least in her mind she’s designated as one, Sahara wasn’t familiar with all of Devinstone, typically sticking with strolling around Braeswood. The company of another wouldn’t hurt, especially with the weather now blossoming to where all the residents can finally hang out outside without probably freezing because of frostbite. @georgiewallace, @drarnault, @andrew-murdock

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Her eyes could squint, gesturing for the woman to come forward. “From a distance, I feel like we could pass off as siblings. The brown hair, brown eyes; I’m a little shorter, but it could work.” Cue Sahara giggling childishly, raising a hand to cover her mouth. “Can you imagine? But don’t tell my brother Daniel that!” @adrienneacosta
A deep sleeper, a deep sleeper Sahara is. The loudest jolt, however, startled her so bad, that she started to blubber absolute nonsense as she came to the realization that she fell asleep in a public setting. “Butterscotch cookies! —- oh,” the brunette whispered, hastily wiping the corners of her eyes. “Did I make too much noise?” @emwlsh
Despite residing in New York for most of her life, Sahara never interacted ( personally ) with someone who worked in the fire department. Thus, her curiosity reached its peak once discovering Marcel’s occupation, smirking massively. “What’s the worst you’ve ever encountered while living here? I mean, jeez —- have you developed asthma yet because of smoke inhalation?” She could feel embarrassment lingering between the two, but didn’t believe there’s much harm in inquiring about a job that serviced a whole entire community. “Like, that’s wild. Amazing! Yet wild. Do I have to call you Captain Calleja?” @marcelcalleja
“Noemi,” Sahara began, scratching the back of her neck. Her nerves itched as she brought forth the question, unsure on how she’d respond due to portraying herself as a ticking time bomb. “Why is that person staring at you?” She found the female attractive; alluring even, but it's been several minutes that said person bore their eyes onto her in such a dramatic fashion, and Sahara couldn’t help but take note. Perhaps her beauty brought forth the attention, or toilet paper could be stuck under her shoes. Everything seemed up in the air. “You’re not —- surely you’re not going to start a problem, right?” @noemibau
Perhaps she underestimated the ruthlessness of her students, succumbing to the tiredness of looking after children over a nine hour span. Unable to hide the sharp bite mark received during a mathematics course, Sahara frowned. “I said no to swapping pencils in the middle of class. Apparently he excels in biting —- when he gets older, he should see if there’s a major involved for that in college.” Although she brushed it off, the redness that swelled her skin did hurt much to her dismay. To indicate irritation would highly be unlike her character. “To be honest, it’s whatever. I’ll just ice this overnight. No big deal, right?” @isaacreinhart

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“If I do intend on cooking dinner tonight, I’d prefer an extra hand,” Sahara suggested, allowing her lips to curl into a slight smile. “—- without the assistance from my dog.” The obvious greed emitting from the golden retriever signaled a harsh tone as her words strung out, as eyes immediately darted to the bowl of food available to cater to his own needs. “There’s wine available; I have numerous amount of snacks lying around. Make yourself comfortable. You are my brother, after all.” The notion of it all reflected teasing, but she did mean what she said. “How are you enjoying Devinstone?” @danielrockefella