Aiyana Collins's Story

OOC: I went ahead and accepted everyone's work in progresses mainly because I really wanted to get this rp started. Though there are only 2 males in the rp. So if anyone would be kind enough to play as a male as well, it would be really appreciated. If not we can deal with just the two.

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Dialogue Color: Lime Green
Location: Apartments

Tate found himself making his way into the Watergate Apartments for the very first time. He's lived in the city for a few months now but this was the first time he was ever able to live on his own. Just a couple weeks ago his brother finally kicked Tate out on his own because he felt that it was time he moved on with his life. True Tate had a valid reason as to not wanting to do this but it was something that needed to be done.

Tomorrow Tate would be starting his first day as a construction worker in order for him to start his new life. He just hoped that everything would go alright. The male found himself walking through the halls, looking for apartment number 159. Upon finding his apartment, he unlocked the door before beginning to bring boxes into his apartment from his vehicle just outside the main lobby.

This was definitely going to take a good few trips, he thought to himself as he began carrying the first boxes into the apartment building and to his room. Tate couldn't believe he told Michael he would be fine carrying the boxes into the apartment by himself. With the rate he was going, it was going to take at least an hour to get them all out of his vehicle and into his apartment.

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Dialogue Color: Light Sea Green
Location: Apartments

Miranda sat in front of her computer screen in the cafeteria of the apartment complex working on her advice column as she ate breakfast. She couldn't believe how popular her column was in New York City when she has only been the author of it for two months now. Though she had a feeling that if anyone knew she was the author, people would be raising questions, especially with her erotic book that had most recently become a national sensation on the internet.

Every time she went out into town she would hear people talking about her book, Undressed. It was already bad enough that her apartment neighbors seemed to be interested in the book as well, but she just hoped that nobody would find out she is Author X or the columnist. Her life would utterly become destroyed.

Miranda's personal life is in both the book and her columns at times and if anyone close to her found out about a few of these things, they would definitely either disown her or be asking some serious questions.

Location:Apartments
AJ parked his car in the apartment building's parking lot. He had just returned from a simple corner store robbery that was reported over the police scanner. He rushed over to the store hoping that there was more than just a simple robbery, but the police arrived on scene only seconds after AJ got his camera equipment put together and started filming. It was a waste of his time. No real crimes happen during the day. He still has his job at the New York Times, but he hasn't written an article in awhile.

The pollution filled his lungs as AJ stepped out of his car holding his camera and slammed the door in slight anger. He made his way to the cafeteria inside to get a coffee. He put his camera down on an empty table and grabbed a cup and filled it with black coffee. AJ slowly returned to the table and fell down on the seat. He sipped his coffee as he reviewed the few seconds of robbery footage. His gaze wandered away from the LCD screen on his camera and landed on a woman working on a computer. He shook his head and focused back on the footage.

(Bump?)