For a Wednesday afternoon, the laundromat was annoyingly full. Thankfully, with her flirting skills, it had been easy to score herself a machine and before she knew her first load had been down. At the sound of the buzzer, she jumped down the machine and lift the lid to take out her freshly cleaned clothes. âOh no,â Her exclamation rang out over the sound of the machines and music playing from the overhead TVs. âNo!â She let out another longer cry as she frantically pulled out her clothes. Each article of clothing was a sickening shade of Pepto Bismol. âNot again! How the fuck did this happen?â Desperate for a solution, she turned to ask the person beside her, âHey, do you have bleach by any chance?âÂ
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    etta takes a drag from her cigarette, the cold new york air hitting her skin. it was almost refreshing after being under hot stage lights. âsee- thereâs two kinds of people in this world- people who have a sex playlist and liars. you canât tell me you donât have one, and if you do and thereâs zero prince on there iâm judging you hard.â
@cityofdreamsstartersâ
A soft snort escaped from Teresa, amused by sudden subject of sex playlists. âYou give people too much credit. The creativity to make a sex playlist, let alone use one, is lost on some people. Sadly, the modern person screws with Netflix playing in the background. Only one way of finding out whatâs on my sex playlist.â Teresa raised her brows, giving Etta teasing smile before adding, âDonât judge me too hard. Iâm more of a Marvin Gaye fan.â
(KEIRA KNIGHTLY + CISFEMALE ) â Â Have you seen TERESA BALDINI? This THIRTY-FIVE Â year old is a LIBRARIAN who resides in BROOKLYN. SHE has been living in NYC for NINE YEARS, and is known to be ADVENTUROUS Â and RESILIENT, but can also be UNFORGIVING and BLATANT, if you cross them. Â People tend to associate them with COFFEE and WORN BOOK SPINES
Hello everyone! I am Les and this shall be my feral nerd, Teresa. I used to be in the group a while back so if we had plots going, I would love to continue them. If not, that is cool too! Iâll be linking her wanted connections down below so please take a lookie see because I am so down to plot with you all!
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Wanted Connections
Born in Lexington, MA, Teresa was happily raised by two of the most humble and hardworking people she would ever meet. While her family never needed for anything, her parentsâ resilience motivated Teresa to be an A+ student and becoming her senior class valedictorian. Despite her dedication to her studies, Teresa had a taste for adventure and the exciting thrill of the unknown.
, she met Paloma. A girl with a wicked smile that made Teresaâs knees weak. It was the first time she became infatuated for someone. Becoming inseparable, they fell in love and planned to move to NYC together. But that day never came. Tragically, Paloma was struck by a drunk driver and died on impact.
Despite her dreams of attending to NYU and moving to the city, Teresa opted to stay in Massachusetts and attend Harvard. She told her parents she wanted to be close to them but in truth, she couldnât face the future she had longed for with Paloma.
Majoring in History and English with a minor in Spanish, Teresa made the most of her education at Harvard and made many friends. And yet, her heart wasnât the same. To ease her pain, she jumped from one lover to the next, never really letting herself open up to the possibility of love.
 Upon graduating from Harvard, she was hired by her favorite professor as a research assistant and entered the Library Science Program at U.S.C. After four blissful years of being a nerd, Teresa decided it was time to move back to the East coast and crashed on Paxtonâs couch until she found a job and a cute apartment to move into.
Within a year of moving to NYC, Teresa had found her dream job, senior librarian at the New York Public Library and was exceptionally proud of her growing plant collection. She became fast friends with the owner of the bagel shop down her street and she enjoyed her subway commute to work. Her life was great... until she fell in love again. Despite her evison to love, she found herself hopelessly -or foolishly- in love again. After a month of dating, against their better judgement they got engaged and eloped without telling anyone. She thought they would spend the rest of their lives together. But their secret marriage quickly fell apart and was annulled, leaving Teresa disillusioned with love. (Itâs a wanted connection if you are interested! Slide into my dms, babe! )
Quick Facts:
Teresa has no filter and will say whatever is in her head. As you can imagine, it often puts her in a difficult pickle.
Teresa collects two things: plants and books. Please do not make her choose between them. She might kill you.
After Paxton, her favorite person in the whole world is Louie. Her pet turtle.
She has a knack at becoming friends with complete strangers on the subway and learning their whole life story before their final stop.
Despite living in the city, Teresa prefers the outdoors and will often go to the Black Mountain Loop trail in the weekend to hike.
Raised Catholic, Teresa still goes to church even though she sins on the regular.Â
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Sipping on what seemed to be her seventh cup of coffee, Teresa leaned over the rail of the library cart as she lazily pushed it around the library. In her half-assed attempt to look like she wasn't hungover, she hid behind her heartshaped sunglasses. That was the last time she would drink in the middle of the week, she told herself rather sternly. But that was a piece of advice she would conveniently forget when the next party rolled up. Wishing she was dead, she paused in front of the romance section of the library and face planted on her arm to groan loudly. "Kill me." At realizing she had spoken aloud, she glanced up to see Lara in front of her. "How long have you been standing there?" She asked, lifting her sunglasses up to get a good look at Lara. Fuck, how the hell did she look so damn good all the time? "Pax isn't here." She blurted out without thinking. Biting her lips as if wanting to take her words back, Teresa winced at her bluntness. Then in a softer voice, she added, "I mean... if you're looking for him, he isn't here."
It took Rosaline a few moments to actually comprehend what had just been said to them. They werenât entirely expecting the flirtation, at least not in this situation. âUh, thanks? Iâll let you know?â How exactly was one supposed to respond to such a thing? In almost forty years of living, Rosaline had yet to figure that out. Cheeks still flushed, they shook the otherâs hand. âSo am I, while planet might be to big of a status for them, they need something a little nicer then just being ignored. Donât you think?â
There something so delightfully fun when flirting. The rush of letting someone know you fancied them made her feel so alive. Teresa was grabbing the bull by the horns, unsure of how she'll land. By the sight of the professor's rosy cheeks, she hoped that meant they were keen too. Her eyes bright, Teresa kept shaking Rosaline's hand as she gazed into their eyes. "I absolutely agree. The whole thing is so heartbreaking. I have been beside myself. Times like these, we all could use a little comfort. Don't you agree?"
Cecelia was always happy to run into people knew because they wouldnât fuss or make a super big deal out of her presence. Thankfully, New York City was easier to hide in than London. Back home everyone knew who she was. Looking at Teresa, Cecelia noticed the taco and bag of food she had with her. At the offer, the blonde shook her head. âThank you so much for offering, but Iâm fine for now. I hope youâre enjoying your tacos, they do smell delicious,â she said, smiling at her. âHow have you been? Itâs been quite a while since weâve last seen each other, hasnât it?âÂ
In Teresa's experience, it was rare for people to be genuinely nice. People were extraordinarily good at appearing nice. Oh sure, they'll give their thanks when you hold their door or ask how you are to fill the quiet space. Genuine kindhearted people were rare. Teresa could see Cece was one of them. She sensed the kindness in the woman. Â "Well, I got tacos so I don't have a lot to complain about right now." Teresa smiled sheepishly as she wiped the taco bits from her shirt. "But you probably have a shit ton to say about Pax. If you need to bitch about him, I am here for it. Have you seen his black eye? I couldn't stop laughing when he told me what happened." Her smile faded with concern, "I'll admit, I wanted to smack him over the head for doing that to you and Benny.â
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Johanna was many things and there was no doubt of that, most things she wasnât proud of, but there was something she was not; inconsiderate. Back when she still lived with her family, the Banks chauffeur would drive her everywhere and when things started going downhill, the brunette quickly realized the smartest thing to do was ride the subway everywhere since she was a menace behind a steering wheel; especially under the influence. The commute was something she was just getting used to but found fascinating nonetheless. People-watching was one of her favorite activities after all. Just as her mind was providing a hilarious backstory to the man sitting in front of her, the lights went off and the cart stopped, dragging the petite brunette with it to the side, a small book landing on her lap âWhat the fuckâ she mused, her attention stolen by the girl sitting next to her. A small, pained smile playing on her lips âYeah, sorry. Apparently, I weight like 3 pounds. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?â she questioned, her eyes traveling to the book resting on her lap âIs this yours? Whatâs up with the cover?â
As a New Yorker, Teresa had became used to the inconsistency of the city. In fact, one of the few things she could always depend on was how unexpected her city could be. Fortunately, she thrived on the unpredictable. To other people, the surprises of the city brought exasperated sighs. But for Teresa, it resulted in delighted smiles and tales of adventure. A brow raised, Teresa gave the woman a slow grin. "Nah, I was just being dramatic. Sometimes it just all comes out and I can't do much to stop it." She shrugged with a 'what can you do?' expression. Standing up, she leaned towards the subway window to see what the heck was going on.  "Looks like we're half-a-mile from the next stop," At her question, she glanced over her shoulder as she began to gather up her long hair into a ponytail. "What? You've never seen a hot pterodactyl before?" Despite her serious tone, her lips turned up into a playful smirk. "Do you happen to have a crowbar by any chance? I left mine in my other purse."
His schedule had always been hectic, but it got worse after his promotion âthe higher rank, the more responsibilities, investigations and paper work to doâ so Kevin barely knew his newest neighbors. Hence why he didnât know this woman, who seemingly was trying to break into an apartment on his floor, was one of them. âOh, are you seriously gonna talk about beinâ creepy right now?â He shot a serious glare as he pointed his gun at her, using his free hand to reveal the badge hung on the hook of his pants. âDrop the pocket knife, slowly, and Iâll let you go. We donât wanna make a scene here.â
At seeing the gun, Teresa tilted her head as if she was a disappointed mother who has found her son doing something naughty. âYou got to be fucking kidding me.â She muttered with a sigh, her brow creasing with annoyance. Maybe it was alcohol or the thrill of Halloween. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact this wasnât the first time she had a gun pointed at her. Either way, she was tired and her dress was getting itchy. All she wanted was to get into bed and watch The Great British Bake Off with Pete. And this cop was getting in the way of her plans. âLet me go? I never signed up to play cops and robbers with you, dude! I live here.â Despite the steel in her voice, she wasnât a stupid woman so she dropped the swiss army knife and held her hands up. âI got a question for you, Frank. Can I call you Frank? You seem like a Frank.â She drew in a sharp breath, not entirely interested in his answer. âIâm no Nancy Drew, but what criminal dresses up like a flapper and uses a pocket knife to break into an apartment?â
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Ari took a deep breath once the session was over, letting himself relax on his chair for a brief second. After four years, it was safe to say talking about losing the person he had once planned to spend the rest of his life with, only got harder and harder as the sessions went by. He hated the feeling of helplessness and emptiness every time the sessions with conclude, he hated talking about her like she didnât exist anymore and he hated the fact that it took 2 hours off his day that he could spend with his son instead of whatever therapy was supposed to do for him. However, he tried his best to remain open; because he knew his son needed him to handle his motherâs loss better than he had done in the past.
One of the perks of group sessions was the group itself, especially a certain brunette the chef had connected with over the grief of losing a loved one over a car accident. It was a fucked up way to bond with someone, of that Ari was certain, but it was nice having someone who didn;t look at him like he was about to break down whenever he had the strenght to share something about the accident. He walked towards the brunette, a small and tired smile playing on his lips âI made cookies and I donât wanna share them with the therapist, wanna go eat them on the roof of my car while we trash talk the therapist?â
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It has been nineteen years, two months, and five days since Teresa had experienced her first heartbreak. Everyone expected her to move on and be who she had been before Paloma but she simply couldnât. She saw Palomaâs dark eyes in the eyes of strangers. The brightness of her laugh as children chased each other in the playground. Her husky voice whenever she heard the first notes of Love My Way. The ache still ran through her body, like molten lava, filling each scar as it warms them. Not wanting to worry Pax, she couldnât turn to him when she felt she couldnât breathe. Instead, she found solace in group therapy, with others who have loved and lost so terribly. There she gained a friend. Well, his homemade food had won her over.Â
Ari was someone she could be fragile with. Fragile and disturbingly raw. Death was a disturbing way to bond with someone and yet, she easily found herself smiling around him during their darkest moments. âHave I told you that you are my hero!â She laughed as she danced in front of him with glee. It was rather shameful how food simply brought out the good in Teresa. Food driven, she didnât need Ari to ask her again. âGod, you are prince among men! Pfft, Dr. Montgomery is a quack!â She winced as she realized she was yelling... again. She glanced around as if she expected the man, with his gray mustache and oversized glasses, to materialize out of nowhere. Then with a loud clearing of her throat, she placed her hand on her chest and uttered in a deep, condescending voice. âAri, I congratulate you on sharing your feelings. It takes courage to be so profound about your pain.â With an eye roll, she reached for a cookie and took a large bite. âWhat a fucking idiot. Oh! This is amazing!â