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interviews with the locals of carmel.

twenty-two, soldier, leaving for tour in three weeks: “no, this isn’t my first tour, or even my second, but despite how many times i’ve left or plan to leave, carmel is still the town i grew up in, and it will still be the town i returned to. i love the town, but ever since i joined the army at eighteen, it’s just any tour i go off on, i’m glad to leave. it’s not that i don’t like carmel, but the military is where i belong, and getting on that plane to ship over seas, the homesick feeling goes away because belonging to the military is my home now. eighteen years of my life being a civilian, four years being a soldier, i’m more comfortable over seas and in uniform than i’ve ever been back in my hometown. i’ve just adapted to being a soldier, i’ve gotten used to that lifestyle. being a civilian for the rest of my life is out of the question, even when the war is over, even when i’m sent home and not required to return with a gun in hand. i’m always going to be a soldier, be apart of the army. and let me tell you i’d rather that than dying old with a wife and kids. i can’t see myself there anymore, and i’m not upset by this, it’s just that i know it’s the way things are going to be. i signed my life on that dotted line, so i’m giving the military my life. it’s the way i want things to be.”

thirty seven, wife to a corporal, ex marine with two sons: “i’ve grown up with military all around me. my daddy was military, as was his daddy, so on and so forth, it’s just something that’s run in the family. i was in the marines until the base got destroyed here in carmel, and then i kind of just switched to civilian life, got married, had two beautiful kids. my husband still serves for our country, and i wave him goodbye every time he leaves and welcome him home just the same as i always have. i’m not afraid when he goes. he’ll come home, no matter what. and you know something? my boys want to be just like him. living in carmel has never done any harm to me. i’m happy. my family is happy. we’re not aching for money. i don’t see a problem belonging to a town based around a military camp. i feel safe, and that’s what matters in the end.”

sixty-seven, ex military, suffers from dementia after the vietnam war: “i lost my brother. can you help me find him? i lost my brother! he’s back there, maybe a quarter of a mile, that’s where i last saw him. he was with me….the viet kong didn’t get to him. they couldn’t have. stevens. where is stevens? is he back. he must be at the hospital. there was a few rounds shot off, but i don’t know…..have you seen my brother? i lost my brother a quarter of a mile back. i can’t leave him. i won’t leave him god dammit!”

thirty-one year old resident with no military ties: ” i don’t really give a shit about the base. i mean so what, i was raised here, and i’m too damn lazy to find a better place to live, so i stay. the military base has nothing to do with it. i got too many other things to worry about then to have a big cry over the soldiers leaving or the ones who come home more fucked up then people on pcp. people act like the war is the only bad thing we got to deal with in our lives. trust me, people go through worse things than holding a gun in there hand and dealing with constant explosions going off day to day. everybody gets fucked up in the end, some people it happens quicker, and others get lucky. why are these soldiers so special? they come back in a different psychological state, well let me tell you something, there are plenty of us fuckers in the world with messed up mental states. you deal with it on your own. i don’t need to hear you cry over it. everyone is messed up. everyone, even me. military people ain’t no different, so stop talking about it like that. let me live my own damn life with my own damn problems and eat my god damn dinner, okay?

nineteen year old single mother whos boyfriend died in the war: “i told him not to go. i told him not to join! he didn’t have to go, we both made decent enough wages where we could have supported claire. but he didn’t listen. he didn’t god damn listen to me, and he got killed. he got fucking murdered, that stupid son of a bitch. what the fuck am i supposed to do now? he was all i had. i have to give up our little girl because the selfish prick got himself killed. he said he wanted to do something better for his little girl, and i guess that meant getting himself killed. i have to give her up, you know that? i have to give her up. i can’t afford her. i can’t pay for her and give her the life she deserves. not without him, and he’s gone. she needs a family and i can’t be her family without him. i just can’t do it. the fucking military ruined his life, which ruined my life. i lost him, i’m losing her. what is there left? you tell me, what the hell do i have now?”

five year old girl, father left for iraq two months ago: “i didn’t want him to go. i wanted to know why he had to. there was a bunch of other people going, why couldn’t they let him stay? i just want my daddy to come home. mommy said he doesn’t love us because he loves the army more. i thought he loved us. he told me. when is he coming home?

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No, no. We actually never have been. We just happened to neglect our little baby, sometimes. This baby, right here. But you know what? No more. We’re going to start being better parents.

We want to hype our newest baby, Through The Dust, the best we can. We’ll be posting canons, scenarios, pretty pictures, updates, new faces that have been freed - the whole nine yards and more. Way more. Because you see, we’re excited. We’re pumped. We love our characters, and we want you to feel the same.

That’s all we ever really want out of our sites - for you to love your characters, for you to want to develop them. We want people to be happy staying put, so we want to do everything we can to make you happy.

You know, within good reason!

So here we are again. Back in action. Trying to bring on the literacy train and falling in love with your characters, so you want to use them forever. Or at least the length of our site.

We love you.

when summer hits, the skies smell different. the spring brought new flowers, and maybe cleansed the worst out of the months tugging behind, but summer in stony brook, new hampshire brought a little something else. it started the worst over again, people with their problems, assisting poor choices and couples misleading one another walking hand in hand. the innocence of the town changed with the seasons, bringing out the chance of sins with a bright ray of sunshine. the claws of the sloth holds tightly in the dirt, slowly making its way towards you. the greedy, the gluttonous, the proud all show their faces behind the every day smiles of man. people are letting their lives eat away at them. hold them. keep them in one place. and what feeds these summer inhibitions? what brings the sins out to play? welcome to sommerfest, where it’s beer, beer, and more beer. but don’t worry, there’s fun for all. the carnival will spin you in circles, give you that stuffed animal to boost your confidence in front of your first date. try not to be envious that the lucky one wasn’t you. try to control your lust brewing after a few drinks, watching the poor boy working the tea cups flexing in the summer sun. but don’t let your guilt eat away at you. you’re not alone here. the person next you in line at the supermarket, your neighbor, your best friend down the street are feeling the same affects. working so hard all year tends to take a toll on mankind, so let it go. embrace a little freedom and let it ring. forget your better judgment. forget your ex-boyfriend. forget your ex-wife. let this be a time to start over in a town that doesn’t know your name, but will eventually. enjoy the tourist spot of america, known for its sommerfest so you don’t have to wait all the way until october. after all, where’s the fun in that?

kick back. relax. and let your burdens be. fall into freedom with the seven deadly sins.

So with the site lagging in activity and losing one of our staff members, you would think we would throw in the towel. WELL YOU ARE WRONG. We will not give up, not surrender. We keep on keepin’ on, bitches - which brings Dahlia, Hayden, and I to this:

We are looking for another staff member, someone who shares our passion for keeping the site alive for not just a week, but for what could be month(s). We want to keep up activity, find ways of reinventing the idea if we have to, redoing the skin (though we are not doing that this time around because we just reskinned and if we do say so ourselves, Dahlia did a FANTASTIC job). But you get the picture. We don’t want to jump ship, and we’re looking for someone who shares that passion. Bring your ideas to our table. Bring forth your awesomeness. We want it. WE WANT IT. Trust us. We’ll get you a jersey, too. Because we have them, in case you didn’t know that, already.

Also, Dahlia will be going on vacation so this is important. When lives get busy, and I have school, it’s hard to manage a site. So we need team efforts. We love teams. High fives. Group shots. You get it?

It’d help if you’re graphic savvy, but it’s not a requirement or if you know your way around CSS coding. But again, I (Annie) am not a skilled master, either, so I won’t hold that over your head. It’d help, though, us greatly so it’s not all placed on Dahlia’s shoulders. Or, you know. When I hold a gun to her head - KIDDING.

If you’re interested in helping us with Carry This Picture For Luck, let one of us know via reblog or MSN or on a site that we’re on.

Thanks for being awesome.

— Annie, Dahlia, and Hayden.

We’re never ever ever going to give up. YOU KNOW. EVER. We just keep going and going and going. SO REBLONG LIKE A MOTHERRRR. It gets prettier, every time. Dahlia’s a bamf.

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take a break, take a seat.,
heaven forbid you end up alone and you don’t know why.

Imagine desperation actually had nothing to do with it. That greed wasn’t an issue, but an opportunity. Limitations were not something that limited you, but opened up new doors, offered you a chance to explore places you never got to explore before.

That’s what they told her. They made it seem like they were bringing her to life, when in truth, they were just creating a monster.

It happened in baby steps. They stripped her of flats, put her in heels. The skirts were tailored to fit the occasion. If she had to play a sleaze, they were short. The modest woman was far more contemporary and modern. She moved around a lot, so nobody recognized her. It wasn’t about plastic surgery, but what one could do with concealer, eye liner, and the right mascara. She wanted to get ahead, and Ryan Preston was an opportunity. As a Senator, he had a lot going for him. He had looks and a reputation that people wanted to keep clean. The thing she learned about him by watching him in interviews, watching him around clubs and restaurants was that he was a businessman in the office and a man out in public. The ideals he had seemed to be separated by work and play, and the magazine wanted a story. They wanted a story that gave her “free reign” as long as it was real. If she gave them something that the readers would go wild about, she could write about whatever she wanted. She felt like Andi Anderson in How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, but she wanted the challenge if she could call it that. She knew that he liked his women young, that he didn’t like relationships, and that work always came first – so she was going to give Ryan Preston what he wanted: a fun girl who wasn’t looking for attachments. She let that keep it interesting. She dangled herself and pulled back, where Ryan thought he had it in easy, and she walked away making him want it more. She left herself with a little bit of mystery, that dice of fun that let Ryan sit in a stew of curiosity, which gave the night they hooked up that burst of unrelenting sex-all-over-my-apartment-magic. But that wasn’t the story. If it was? People would have said, “Okay, we expected that from Ryan Preston. Have you not seen his face?”

She was a better journalist than that.

If anybody knows anything about Ryan Preston and his campaign is that you know his PR wants him in a relationship, which means they want him to find the girl, the girl that’s going to tame the “beast” that mister PR seems to think Ryan Preston is.

Her new goal? To become that girl, which she could tell by the way that Ryan looked at women was not, by any means, going to become an easy task. She had to pull out tricks, a sexy demeanor, intelligence, a background story that he was going to fall in love with from what she knew about him – an entire person that Senator Ryan Person wasn’t going to be able to say no to. In a sense, “the perfect woman.” Someone that his PR was going to hate, but someone that his PR couldn’t say no to. Because Ryan Preston in a relationship was all they ever wanted. And Ryan? He dates. He does date, but it doesn’t last. Two weeks to thirty days is all she has, and she thinks that’s all she needs to find her “story”, whatever that still is about him. A scandal in the life of Ryan Preston and how he doesn’t make his bed in the morning? A part of her hopes that he’s slept with every woman in his office, that he fucks so good on his desk, but he barely looks at her when she enters, the entire female staff says he’s never laid a hand anywhere near them, so what? Where, oh where, could the little story be?

She’s manipulative, in her own respect. You don’t have to make her a complete and total bitch, but she doesn’t need to be that sweet self-sacrificial “I’m doing this because there’s a gun to my head and I have to.” A part of her wants to. She wants to ruin him. Nobody really likes politics or politicians. And Ryan isn’t really that great. He just thinks that all his actions are justified. The scandal can really be anything. I don’t know what kind of story she’d want to create. And yes, I took her out of the big request and made her her very own special request because it wasn’t as specific as I wanted it. Anddddd I want her. Kind of bad? She is twenty-four to twenty-nine. I thought about, and I feel that with being that manipulative and having past experience as a journalist, she can be older and he’d “fall” for her. For PBs? Shit. I love me some VS models. I really do. But if you just shout some out at me, we can talk. Any questions? Shout at me. Or PM me.

—— CONRAD thirties to forties, Ryan’s PR. You know that man who wants the best for the man who wants to run for Presidency in the future, who wants that appearance that America wants? That stereotypical appearance, with the family, the religion, and the dream? That’s CONRAD. He wants what America needs to have, he wants what its taken to win in the past. He was hired by Preston’s grandfather, and not on Ryan’s payroll, Ryan doesn’t have the authority to fire him, which is why Conrad is still working for him. Which is also the reason why Preston doesn’t listen to him about anything. They butt heads on almost everything besides the fact that Preston has great potential for the future, except CONRAD thinks that his future is a much further away future than Preston sees it. Which is where more arguments starts. But, don’t get confused. Hate is a very strong word. Dislike is, as well. CONRAD? He doesn’t dislike Preston, he disagrees, and he believes that he can help Preston. Preston just disagrees. Also, Preston’s secretary? Has a huge crush on CONRAD. And Preston is NOT, i repeat, NOT a fan of inner-office romance. In fact, he hates them. They’re messy and unprofessional. So if you wanna talk bad taste? That’s where Preston would start. For a face claim? Well. Run some by me. We’ll see.

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In the wonderful world of politics, you were never safe. No one was a superhero with invincibility as their power. They didn’t house diplomatic immunity unless you were an ambassador. They walked one foot in front of the other with human emotion delegating what was right from wrong, but someone having to debate between right from wrong didn’t know what right was to begin with. Everybody wanted you to make a good impression the old fashion way, but Ryan Preston wanted it done his way. And it was his way or his way because changing now was going to go against everything he have been trying to build for himself. user posted image

—— WATSON thirties to forties, and Preston’s right hand man. You see, there were some people in life that you hated and other people in life that you admired. WATSON knew better than to tell Preston to his face that he admired him, but you could tell. It was the way any friend admired a friend, but every friend had their limitations. WATSON is the type of friend who isn’t easily walked all over, and that’s why they work. No matter how charming Preston may be, WATSON knows him better than that. He’s seen him through more than that, at his low points, as well as his highs, and through all of the young women that Ryan’s sifted his way through. WATSON knows that Preston is about business, what he wants for his future, the Presidency, and WATSON can’t say that he’s in any disagreement about the idea of Preston settling down for appearances, but he can’t say that if anyone can make the public like him for who he is, it’s Preston. Really, WATSON is a best friend. The type of best friend that, IF you have seen White Collar, is the Peter Burke to Ryan’s Neal behavior. (: Which, I wouldn’t mind it being Tim Dekay. I’m just sayin’. But, I’m not super picky. Super being the key word.

THE MANIPULATIVE REPORTER THAT COULDN’T early to late twenties, press. Some people just want to be famous or get a story that’s going to land them a job, the kind of job that’s going to last them a life time (or at least one until they can find something better). Long story short, they said that they’d hire her under one condition, the condition that she needed a big story, and they had one for her that no one else seemed to want to do. Ryan Preston was a man of many things, but besides for his peculiar way of handling his politics and presenting himself to the public so open and candid, there never seemed to be anything wrong with him, and there was the problem. There had to be something wrong with him. Everyone knew that he had his fair share of women, so the press wanted to know how many, what he did to them, what kind of cruel and unusual man he was. They wanted to make their reporter Andi Anderson to him, make him fall in love or the impossible. It’s not that it would work, but manipulating his heart to find some vicious story to make him look bad would be some story. Hit him low. Find some dirt. Get the “real” Ryan Preston. She had to go undercover, pretend that she wasn’t press because they knew he wouldn’t let her close if she was. So how to charm the man who knew everything about being charming? Well, that’s all up to her. But how do you ruin a man who really wants to better his country, and you find that’s the reason that he’s not involved with a woman? (Besides his incapability for it). Run some faces by me.

—— CONRAD thirties to forties, Ryan’s PR. You know that man who wants the best for the man who wants to run for Presidency in the future, who wants that appearance that America wants? That stereotypical appearance, with the family, the religion, and the dream? That’s CONRAD. He wants what America needs to have, he wants what its taken to win in the past. He was hired by Preston’s grandfather, and not on Ryan’s payroll, Ryan doesn’t have the authority to fire him, which is why Conrad is still working for him. Which is also the reason why Preston doesn’t listen to him about anything. They butt heads on almost everything besides the fact that Preston has great potential for the future, except CONRAD thinks that his future is a much further away future than Preston sees it. Which is where more arguments starts. But, don’t get confused. Hate is a very strong word. Dislike is, as well. CONRAD? He doesn’t dislike Preston, he disagrees, and he believes that he can help Preston. Preston just disagrees. Also, Preston’s secretary? Has a huge crush on CONRAD. And Preston is NOT, i repeat, NOT a fan of inner-office romance. In fact, he hates them. They’re messy and unprofessional. So if you wanna talk bad taste? That’s where Preston would start. For a face claim? Well. Run some by me. We’ll see. i also did not look to see if these last names are taken.

so if they are, switch them. they are not set in stone. if you need to change them to fit other plots or if a prexisting character works? be my guest, boos!

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No, this does not have to do with FUCKYEAHFRESHPRINCE, this is a request made from Annie. I just don’t like Caution that much because it always seems like poo when I  look at the other request, so I decided to put it up on tumblr. Woo? There’s a link to the actual request with a gif of Neal and Peter having their moment. CAUSE YOU CANT RESIST NEAL CAFFREY AND PETER BURKE. You just can’t.

Oh, you should go and join it. I’ll spam this shit, bitch.

So this is Carry This Picture For Luck, our newest site set in Stony Brook, New Hampshire. Think of the cozy settlement of Gilmore Girls, and a new place to call  home. Where all your neighbors know your business. Where you’ve been in love with the same person for years, and you’ve never even realized it. Maybe its not as picture perfect as every body claims it to be. Maybe you can hear your neighbor arguing over a cold cup of coffee that’s actually symbolically a statement for their stale relationship, but would you change it? The Founders Day celebrations, the murals on the walls, the way the snow falls on the ground, and the way its too cold in the winter? I don’t think so. Be welcome, be merry, and remember — Valentine’s Day is here, and there’s a celebration in the square. Somebody’s trying to play cupid, so if you get shot by a foam arrow, it’s all part of the game, don’t take it personal.

A new site? Oh, I think so. It’s a small town in February. Please, grab your loved one because cupid is going to try and play match maker.

It’s been awhile since we posted anything, especially since Amsterdam died. There has still not been a final decision whether or not we are bringing it back, though we are still debating it. We don’t want to put the work into it if its not going to go anywhere, you know? It had its run for a few days and slowly, it just fell apart. It was bad timing due to the holidays and finals, we know that, and we can’t say that we did all we could to revive it or keep it alive. Like I said, we are still in talks because we had some good characters, good ideas. So if you have any opinions? We’d always love to hear them.

Currently, Dahlia, I, Brittany and Hayden are working on a small town site just to bring that back. Think Gilmore Girls and Stars Hollow. It’s cute, no canons, a small application like a dating video with Babette shoving a camera in your face. We will not set a date for it to open, but its coming along nicely, I will tell you that. Our lives are still busy.

We hope that you all are doing well. And that your holidays went well and you got everything you wanted. This is a new year, so try something you’ve never done be for. Go after something you’ve always said that you would.

— Annie and the Fresh Prince Staff.

We want to thank all of you that have joined so far! We appreciate your support and interest in our board. It’s nice to have almost fifty members and not even be open to the general public yet, you know? Way to go tumblr, way to go! We’re excited to open the canons up and to get the gossip and rumor mill flowing, after all - that’s a sure fire way to piss characters in plots off, right? We sure hope so!

Although I know we are not open to the general public yet, so I am not making this too big of concern just yet, let’s be careful of our ladies. I don’t want anyone left out of plots because their aren’t enough men. That makes us sad, you know? We want our happy and dysfunctional community and family.

What do you guys think about some events soon? Obviously, more than one to get all the different types of people involved. We want to appease our tourists and crooks, you know!

If you have any suggestions or concerns, just let us know! You can PM one of the admin team or hit us up here on tumblr. We are always here to listen.

Thanks!

The Lonely Staff.