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City Living

A look into the lives of the tenants of an apartment building at 304 W 14th Street, in Manhattan, New York

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New York, New York

This story focuses on the lives of the tenants living on the fifth floor of the apartment building at 304 W 14th Street, in Manhattan, New York. This particular building is located on the border of the West Village and Chelsea, and is approximately a fifteen minute walk from both Union Square Park and Washington Square Park. The building isn't the nicest, so at least once a month, you'll probably be knocking on the building manager's door about a leak, pest problem, or utility issue that you know will never be fixed, but considering it offers decent, livable apartments in one of the most expensive cities in the world, it's not a horrible place to live either. It's a walk-up building, with no doorman or elevator service, though there is a keypad at the front door of the building as a puny security measure. Pets are not permitted in the building, and it does not offer any services such as a rooftop area, gym, or swimming pool. However, on the block and in the surrounding area are many restaurants, coffee shops, gyms, and schools.

The building has seven floors of apartments, with ten apartments per floor, made up of a mixture of studio, one bedroom, two bedroom and three bedroom apartments. Studios generally run around $1400 a month with a kitchenette/bedroom and bathroom per apartment. One bedrooms separate the bedroom from the kitchen/living room, and also have one bathroom, and run around $1900 per month. A two bedroom apartment, with two separate bedrooms, a kitchen and living area, and one bathroom will run you $2650 a month, and a three bedroom apartment, fitted with three separate bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and living space will cost approximately $3700 a month. The fifth floor consists of a mix of all four of these apartment types.

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Apartment 5A is a studio apartment, currently occupied by one male. He's the newest addition to the floor, having only resided in the building for three weeks.

{Room 1: Roman Killens}

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Apartment 5B
{Room 1: Makayla Wright, Holly Maddon}
{Room 2: Chanel Nasiri}

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Apartment 5E

{Room 1: Cara Forrester}
{Room 2: Brooklyn West}
{Room 3: Collin Forrester




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  • This roleplay, its ideas, and all of the text above and below this, must be credited to the original creator, Collapse! She's GMed this roleplay more than once, and has given me permission to try it out since her schedule doesn't permit her to be online much, at the moment. I'm not taking credit for her wonderful work, simply bringing it back to life :).

  • More than anything else, the most important rule in this roleplay is that you must be active! I really don't want to be that annoying GM sending PM's every week asking if you're still interested, so if you don't have the time to post at least once every three days, don't join. More important than the three day guideline, though, is that you just need to post to an extent where your character is slowly down the scene. I ran this roleplay a few months ago and it went great for a while, but all it took was one character to stop posting regularly for the entire thing to fall apart. I really do not want that to happen again, so if you are just looking for a quick roleplay to satisfy a craving, please do not join this! If you have participated in this before and were unable to keep up, please do not attempt to join again.

  • Being active in the IC is obviously very important to me, but I would love it if everyone was active in the OOC too! I want this to be a fun and social roleplay, so I think it's important that we all are comfortable with each other and are willing to bounce ideas off of each other!

  • I won't obsess over minor grammatical errors since none of us are perfect, but please make sure your posts are understandable. Read everyone's posts so you aren't writing completely out of the current plot and try to put effort into your writing. I hate putting numbers on posts, since I do prefer quality or quantity, but I think a minimum of 300 words per post isn't asking too much of anyone.

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Character Portrait: Makalya Wright "Patience is a virtue."
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Surprisingly, Holly was more concerned with possibly being in the wrong apartment when Roman answered the door, than she was with the mean attitude that he answered it with. The smile that she was wearing while knocking remained on her face, though she furrowed her eyebrows in momentary confusion as she looked at Roman. She wasn't really processing what he was saying, as she was more attuned to being confused about his presence when she was sure she had knocked on Cara's door. He had insisted to her earlier that Brooklyn was at work, so it didn't make sense for him to be here. When he pulled her into the apartment, she confirmed that she was in the right place, which meant that he was the one who wasn't supposed to be here. Nonetheless, she still had a confused smile on her face as she obliged his demand to sit down on the couch. She hoped that maybe Brooklyn had come home early from work and he was going to get her. Shockingly, though, even if Brooklyn did appear, Holly was still able to remind herself that she was here to get her ice cream and then go back to her apartment. For the first time ever, she had a real friend over, and that excitement, coupled with being more focused than she was used to, allowed her to remember that despite the excitement of seeing Roman, and possibly even Cara and Brooklyn.

Even though the hit to the back of her head wasn't hard, Holly rubbed it as if it had hurt more than it did. She was momentarily overwhelmed with that and Roman's comment, and then Cara bombarding her with her words, especially the claim that she was drinking alcohol after she snatched the can from her. Her smile returned, in what may have been a strangely inappropriate time given the circumstances, but she was really only smiling because they were acting silly for no reason. Of course she wasn't drinking alcohol! Alcohol was disgusting and Holly would never dare to touch it. Cara was a good reader as far as Holly was knew, so she was confused about why the girl couldn't just read that it said lemonade right on it, in big letters! "It's not alcohol," she explained with a laugh, pointing to the can. "It's lemonade! And Makayla didn't give it to me. My friend Dylan did. He's having pizza and I came over to see if you have any ice cream that I can have, because I'm not really hungry for pizza," she explained, shifting back comfortably into the couch. She looked at Roman then, giggling, "Why are you naked?" she asked, though he was really only shirtless. "We don't wanna see your little pink boobs, Rominty!" she exclaimed with an amused laugh, before managing to re-focus herself. "So, do you have ice cream that I can borrow? If you have enough for two people that would be even better, because I'm sure Dylan will want some too!"

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Roman was done dealing with Holly for the night, so after he made his comment, he headed towards the kitchen for a glass of water. He caught Cara's expression and returned the same, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. Roman wasn't entirely sure how Cara could manage to be so patient, and even nice, to Holly at the moment. It was strange seeing her turn into an almost entirely different person. From being callous and impatient to being sweet and patient. He watched the two with some interest, unable to suppress a groan as he listened to Holly's obliviousness. He had moved to stand by the other of the couch when she mentioned someone named Dylan. It was then that Roman's expression turned from that of annoyed to perturbed. He was focused enough with trying to interpret what that could mean in Holly's foreign language that her comment about his 'little pink boobs' mostly fell on short ears, but he did catch he new nickname and resisted the urge the give her the middle finger. Unlike Cara, upon seeing Holly at the door, he didn't feel the need to scramble to get decent. In retrospect, it's something he would have done, but he was so focused on just getting Cara to alleviate the situation that it didn't cross his mind. And with this Dylan character now in the mix, it seemed like less of an issue. He took a short sip from his glass, glancing over at Cara to see whether or not she was as equally confused and concerned as he was. Roman had no reason to assume that Dylan was some harmless kid sharing a pizza with her. Of course his immediate assumption would be that Holly had gotten herself caught up with some child predator who had lured her with pizza and ice cream. Roman's annoyance hadn't had a chance to settle down, and now it increased, but the reason behind it shifted. He didn't particularly like Holly, as if that needed to be said, but she was still a kid and if thought that was some creep involved, he was going to be easily angered and protective.

Sighing heavily, not really due to Holly's ignorance, but more because the more he conjured up the idea of a gross pedophile talking to Holly, the angrier he got. "Cara will get you ice cream, Holly," Roman said, placing his glass on the coffee table and exchanging one more look with Cara, noting that he would handle this odd part of the story. The next time he reappeared in the living room, he was fully clothed and left without a word. Roman figured the best thing to do was to scope out Holly's apartment before anything else. He didn't necessarily know that the guy was there, but it made the most sense to him to check it out. Not surprisingly, the door was unlocked. The first thing he smelled was the pizza Holly mentioned, and it caused his heart to pick up a few paces. Not because he was scared, but because it verified Holly's story that there was some dude with pizza. It took only a quick scan of the apartment to see someone was on the couch, and as soon as he saw that there was someone, it was a wrap. He was to the living room, reaching over and grabbing the guy's shoulder, yanking him up and pushing him against the wall in a matter of seconds. Had he been calm and not seeing red, things would have been far clearer, obvious even. But he didn't start to focus until he had Dylan against the wall and then realized that hr was a bit...young. Like really young. Like go to jail for assaulting a minor kind of young. Roman's confusion registered on his face for a second, because he definitely hadn't expected a teenager, but in hindsight it did make sense since the guy did feel pretty light just then. Roman was pretty angry, nearing streetfighter mode, but he wasn't so far gone that he didn't care that he had a child in his grasp. Roman lowered his forearm from the kid's neck to his chest, not using as much brute force to pin him back. Teenager or not, though, he didn't know this kid and he knew there wasn't an age cut off for being a pedophile.

"Dylan?" Roman tried, not sure if he actually wanted this to be Dylan or not. Because if it wasn't, then he was about to be in a bit of trouble. But if it was, then he was a bit conflicted. Looking around the room, he tried to make sense of things because this couldn't be right. He was expecting some overweight forty-year-old with a beard and a stained shirt, not some high schooler with freckles. But there was the pizza, and alcohol he noted, which only made him turn to Dylan, or whoever this was, with a slightly darker look. It was hard not to notice the faint scent of weed coming off the guy, or the bloodshot eyes, which definitely worsened things, so by now, the only thing that was saving him from getting hit was the fact that he was clearly around Holly's age. And it was for that reason, and that reason only, that Roman engaged in conversation first. "Look, who are you and why the hell are you in this apartment?"

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Hudson laughed as Riley insisted that he would think of her as an alcoholic if she drank both drinks. He wouldn't have thought that. He wasn't a big fan of mixed drinks, though he would have them from time to time. He often felt like they were too watered down and sugary, especially from bars that didn't seem like their bartenders were the type to be well trained in making perfect cocktails. He wasn't picky or elitist enough to verbalize those thoughts, but even given that she was a skinny girl, he doubted that the alcohol in it would be enough to really do much to her. Then again, he was a guy with a lot of muscle on him, so it was easier to assume that that much alcohol was minuscule. "Come on, I wouldn't judge you like that!" he insisted, though he didn't push the glass towards her or anything because he didn't want to seem too pushy.

Zoey then returned, apologizing for "crashing" their conversation, though Hudson didn't see it that way, and then proceeding to discuss with Riley how their blonde roommate had left. He was glad that Riley had mentioned, albeit playfully, that it wasn't a night out without drama, simply because he was happy with himself for correctly picking up on the tension that he had felt when Jetta had taken her jacket from them a minute ago. He knew that girls, especially college-aged, tended to come with lots of drama. He didn't think that in an insulting or demeaning manner, but simply a factual one. He remembered back in high school and college how it seemed like every other day one of his female friends hated a new girl. Even to this day, he felt like a lot of the girls he socialized with carried around too much drama with them. That wasn't to say that guys couldn't be dramatic and unnecessarily petty too, because they could be, but Hudson found girls to be much more passive aggressive about their problems, whereas guys were aggressive, and would hash it out in the moment and then move on.

He was going to insist that it was fine, and that if they wanted to go sort it out there was no pressure to stay with him, though he doubted that even needed to be said, but by the time he had finished swallowing some of his drink, Zoey was colorfully responding to Riley's comments about him. Even if she was putting him in a position that others would likely feel was awkward and uncomfortable, Hudson couldn't resist smirking. This was probably the alcohol in her shining through, though he didn't know her at all to say so for sure, but she was still funny. The two of them were an interesting pair, and he wouldn't have believed them if they had told him that they didn't know each other that well. Riley was the more reserved, yet poised and more thoughtfully spoken one, while Zoey was vibrant, humorous, and carefree seeming. They meshed well from his point of view, even if he caught the embarrassed look that Riley was wearing after her friend spoke. "Daaaaammn, CEO?" he asked, playing along because he got the sense that Zoey was really just talking out of her ass. "I mean, that's the ultimate goal one day, but I haven't reached it yet. I was working as a gym teacher at a high school, actually, and I recently quit that to focus full time on personal training. [color=#BEA353]"The money's a little better and I want to open up my own gym in the near future, so it just seemed like it was time to go all in on it." Smiling lightly, he continued, "And just because I know that's not gonna let me beat out the CEO, I will name drop and tell you that I train Karlie Kloss pretty regularly when she's in New York. She's one of those models, you know who I'm talking about?" Looking back at Riley, he continued his lameness from earlier. "I mean, I know you must know her, but what about you, Zoey?"

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One moment, Dylan was sitting on the couch, setting down the glass of wine for himself, and the one for Holly, and getting ready to dig back into his pizza, and the next, he was glancing in the direction of the door opening, and before he could react, being pulled out of his seat and thrust against the wall. Being high only delayed his reaction, but it certainly took him a few seconds to realize what the hell had just happened, and even then, a lot of the details, like dropping his full wine glass onto the couch, were nothing more than a blur. He stared at the face in front of him for a second, not processing what the guy was saying once he realized that he was holding him with such force. While Roman had his well-intended reasons for treating Dylan like he did, Dylan couldn't be blamed for reacting as he did either, by kicking Roman with enough force in the groin area to cause him to relinquish his grasp all together. Even in a situation like this, Dylan felt like a shot like that was a low blow, but he literally had no idea what was going on. For all he knew, Holly was some decoy that this guy was using to lure him into their apartment so he could proceed to jump him. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Dylan snapped, shoving back at Roman once more before moving away from him quickly. He wasn't scared to fight, even if Roman had a few inches on him, and a street-fighting history that Dylan was unaware of. Dylan was an athletic kid, and one who could definitely hold his own against most people, and he probably would have even been a somewhat decent match for Roman, had Roman not fought professionally. Even under the assumption that he could hold his own if it came to it, Dylan wasn't trying to fight anyone. He really had no idea what was going on. He thought he was about to have a nice, chill impromptu date with a cute girl. It seemed like one of those occurrences that were so rare and well-timed, that they only happened in movies. Being attacked out of no where was a very clear wake up sign that this wasn't a movie, not unless they were going to list it under the horror movie genre. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are touching me when I was fucking invited over here by the girl who lives here, but you know what, fuck her, and fuck you too, man. Don't ever fucking lay a hand on me again."

He looked away from Roman now, but only to gather his things that were on the coffee table. He wasn't sober enough to think that it was worth leaving without the food that he paid for. "Try that with me again, bro, and I'll have my brother knocking on this door tonight with a fucking AK in hand," he continued, though distractedly. He spoke seriously, though he knew that Hudson didn't own a gun, and the comment should have been more of a realization to himself that he needed to stop playing so much Call of Duty. "Fucking asking me why I'm here," he muttered to himself, shaking his head in anger and annoyance, and ignoring the puddle of wine forming on the couch beside him as he closed the pizza box back up. "Maybe because I was fucking invited over? Why else would I fucking be here?" he continued under his breath, growing more enraged by the minute as he processed what had just happened.

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Makayla offered Nick her middle finger in a half-hearted manner as he commented on her needing more tequila to warm up her soul. Unlike Chanel, even after he started questioning Chanel about her work life, Makayla didn't suspect that Nick was drunk. She probably should have, since as far as she knew, Nick had to have been here for at least thirty minutes, given how long it had taken them to get ready and come down here, and simply assuming that they hadn't come a minute before he had gotten here. However, as surprising as it seemed thinking about it now, she had never seen Nick drunk. Not as far as she could tell, anyway. She had seen him stoned, but even that didn't seem like a big deal for a guy who was a drug dealer, and who, as far as Makayla could guess, probably drank regularly too. He had a subdued personality to begin with, so if he had ever been high on something else other than weed, that had offered a similar quiet yet clearly out of it experience, she wouldn't have noticed. For someone with a heavy involvement in this world though, she did think it was interesting that she had never seen Nick on a bad trip, or just in a very intoxicated state. While he wasn't always talkative and friendly, she didn't immediately feel like he had to be drunk to act this way, though Chanel bringing it up did make her curious, and her smile reflected that, as she tossed back her second shot.

For a small girl, Makayla's tolerance was pretty high, but she was obviously still human. Two shots back to back would have her feeling a buzz shortly, and she didn't need or plan on drinking anymore, especially because she still wasn't planning on spending any money on alcohol here. "You would make some good side money doing what I do," she said to Chanel, rejecting her impulse to allow that conversation to fade into nothingness in favor of playfully grilling Nick on his intake. She was sure that Chanel's tips would be a lot higher than hers, if not because of her model-like appearance, than because she was just simply a lot more friendly than Makayla was. Even though being a cocktail waitress at a gentleman's club wasn't exactly the same as doing it in a restaurant, your tips more or less still depended on how well liked you were by the customers. "But what the hell am I saying?" she then said, shaking her head. "See, you're lucky. You've got a mom and a dad who would probably beat your ass if they found out you stepped foot in a place like that," she laughed, before turning to Nick to say, "Stop trying to corrupt her. Let her make a clean living where she ain't exploiting herself for shit." She had no reason to think that Chanel was already tampering with that world in a sense.

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Cara didn't even really realize that Roman was leaving to go see who this Dylan person was, until after he was already gone. Had she not become acquainted with him in a more intimate manner recently, than she simply would have taken his disappearance as a sign that he was annoyed, and had returned to his own apartment because he didn't want to deal with this. She was sure that he still didn't want to deal with this, but she was fairly certain that he had seemed just as perplexed and surprised by this as she was. He was definitely more visibly irritated, and maybe it was simply because she had just gotten out of bed with him, but she felt like he wasn't that much of an asshole, to just up and leave her with what she, too, assumed to be a possibly disturbing situation. As she tried to wrap her head around all of this, she pieced together that some male named Dylan had given her alcohol, and that she now wanted to go back to her apartment to eat ice cream with him. Like Roman, she could only jump to the worst possible conclusion, which probably wasn't entirely fair, but they knew Holly in that way, where she was a child. It seemed impossible to be dumb enough to give her alcohol without being evil and wanting to corrupt her in more ways than just getting her tipsy. Especially given how Cara was privy to the fact that Holly didn't have many (if any) friends her own age, it never would have even seemed possible for this Dylan person to be a teenager who was actually just trying to hangout with her.

She was too caught off guard by all of this to even laugh at Holly's silly and innocent comment about Roman being shirtless, and that was only noteworthy since normally, Cara definitely would have had to stifle back a laugh at a comment like that. Right now, she could only focus on feeling relieved that Holly wasn't asking why he was shirtless in her apartment, and how confused she was regarding what was happening. "This isn't lemonade," Cara reconfirmed, shaking her head as she moved away from Holly and into the kitchen, where she poured the drink down the sink. She returned only a few seconds later with the empty can, and held it out to Holly as she pointed to the words on it. "See? It literally says 'Warning: Contains Alcohol' on it," she said, though she knew that it would be silly of her to expect Holly to actually read something so basic when picking something up to drink. Luckily, the can had felt pretty heavy, and Holly seemed fine, so she wasn't worried about her having had too much of it. What was more concerning was what could have happened... not only with the alcohol, but with this stranger she had referenced.

For some reason, even as she stared at the can Cara showed her, where it explicitly said that the drink contained alcohol, Holly didn't believe it. Had she been sipping on alcohol, she surely would have tasted it, and she definitely would have felt like a horrible person the second that the liquid touched her tongue too. She was convinced of that. "Okay," she said, nodding in an almost feverish manner, simply because she didn't want to talk about something that couldn't be true for any longer. "But do you have any ice cream? Dylan might think that I got kidnapped if I'm gone for too long!" she said with a laugh, that was really meant more for herself, since it was in response to her imagining him panicking about her absence. She got up then, and while normally she would have been so set on the thought of ice cream that she would have disregarded how impolite it was to go through someone's things, and went to check for herself, she lingered by the kitchen counter, looking back at Cara with an expectant smile and somewhat puppy-like expression. "Please, please, please?"

Tonight was definitely one for the books in terms of weirdness. While most people probably wouldn't notice it, Cara did sense the subtle differences in Holly's personality tonight. She wasn't bouncing off of the walls, she wasn't perturbed by the idea of drinking alcohol, and she just seemed more contained and balanced than she normally did. Granted, it was nighttime, and because of that, Cara simply assumed that this was Holly's tired side overwhelming her normal exuberant personality. That was also why she wasn't going to cave in to these ice cream requests, either. She knew that Holly was supposed to be in bed by now, and partially because of that, but also partially because she was annoyed (albeit in a discrete way) about her night being interrupted to an extent where she didn't want to abandon any hope of it being a good one in favor of babysitting, she wasn't about to just feed her sugar. "Don't be silly," she said shaking her hand and following Holly to the kitchen where she gave her a more stern look, "It's way too late to be eating ice cream. I'm getting ready to go to bed," she continued, motioning to the pajamas she had frantically thrown on a few minutes before, "And you need to too. There's no reason for you to be up this late, and there's definitely no reason for you to be hanging out with some boy. Who's this Dylan person you're talking about?" If the can of alcohol hadn't been involved, Cara wouldn't have put it above Holly to just make up an imaginary friend named Dylan, and use "him" as a ploy to get ice cream from her. She was more unsure now, with that involved though.

"It's not that late," Holly stressed, though had she turned to look at the clock, she would have been surprised to see the time, knowing that by now, she normally was fast asleep. She didn't feel tired though. Not at all, actually. Had she felt tired, she never would have gotten out of bed and discovered her sister's disappearance to begin with. "And he's my new friend that I met when I was going to look for Makayla and Chanel! He was carrying pizza inside, and his face is nice like Collin's!" she exclaimed, again referencing having a sharp jawline in as descriptive of a way as she could explain, without knowing how to properly term it. "He's going to wait with me until Makayla and Chanel come back from wherever they were taken to!"

"I don't think your sister would want you staying in your apartment alone with a stranger, Holly. It's way too late to be making new friends." Cara was normally very easygoing with Holly, and she wasn't even being strict with her right now, but it felt that way compared to their normal interactions where she was typically very indulging in whatever the girl wanted. She wasn't acting more sternly out of spite for her night being interrupted (at least not consciously), but the situation felt like it warranted a bit of a reality check for the younger girl. If Dylan, whoever he was, had convinced her that a can of alcohol was just pure lemonade, then Cara felt like he easily could have convinced her into doing worse things. She hoped that Roman was taking care of that, and had her phone not been in her bedroom, then she would have already started texting him to demand an update. "We're just going to wait for Roman to get back here, and then we're going to go back to your apartment, you're going to get into bed, and go to sleep for the night, okay?"

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As soon as Roman was doubled over, Dylan's words a muffled sound beneath the whirring in his ears, Roman regretted his decision for going soft; he should have just kicked his ass on sight. It was a smart (and reasonable) move on Dylan's part, and something that annoyed Roman simply because for someone who did fight professionally, that shouldn't have been the thing to take him down. If Roman wasn't busy trying to gather himself, he would have punched the kid across his smart ass mouth, but by the time Roman regained his senses, the kid was gone and it was just Roman in the room. He slumped his body against the couch, pressing his head to his forehead, trying to figure out what this night was turning out to be. His heart was still racing from the all the adrenaline, so he needed to cool down before he ended up hitting a wall. A part of him just wanted to go back to his place and call it quits, since it seemed like there was some kind of omen after him. Luckily, there was another part, just barely bigger than the former, that had some sense of morals and knew that he needed to go back to the girls, to at the very least let them know everything was good. More or less. It was when he stood that he saw the red stain beside the couch. "Fucking brilliant," he muttered. For a second, Roman considered trying to get it up on his own, just so that it wouldn't sit for too long, but he didn't want to find himself snooping around the apartment. Because with the way his luck was going, Chanel and Makayla would come in, and he'd have a lot of explaining to do.

Still annoyed with himself for not breaking Dylan's neck, he made his way over to Cara's, opening it with a deep groan. Upon seeing Holly, and reasoning that she was the common denominator here, his annoyance and frustration returned back to her. The momentary halt in that anger towards her was shortlived, and he didn't plan on renewing it anytime soon. In fact, the thought crossed his mind that maybe Holly needed to get kidnapped or something because she was way more trouble than she was worth. Managing to pull his glower away from her to turn to Cara, he said, "It's handled. There's wine on the floor, though. Where are your cleaning supplies?" Without really waiting for an answer, he headed for the kitchen, thinking that was a reasonable place to look for them.

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Location: 304 W 14th Street
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #1BB3F5
Cara was glad that Roman returned fairly quickly after disappearing. She was confused when he mentioned wine being on the floor, but at the same time, this entire situation was confusing, so given that Holly had come over here unannounced with alcohol in her hand, the mention of wine didn't seem as out of place as it typically would have. "It's handled" was how Roman described whatever had happened, and since it had been taken care of so quickly, Cara could only assume that it wasn't as bad as they had both seemingly envisioned it to be. Had it be a pedophile across the hall, she was sure that there would have been an actual altercation between Roman and the person. Despite there being a sexual attraction between her and Roman that she couldn't deny, especially on tonight of all nights, she didn't necessarily think of him as being a good person. Not morally speaking. At the same time, she could admit that he wasn't as bad as she often pinned him as being... or at the very least, that she didn't know him well enough to justly make the character-assassination type of claims that she often did. Cara speculated that Roman had enough of a heart to defend Holly if there was a real threat across the hall, but she was also sure that he was simply aggressive enough to fight someone if a moral conflict existed, even if it wasn't necessarily to defend Holly.

She was confused at the mention of wine, but also more-so because Roman seemed like he was concerned about it. While she could argue over whether he was a good enough person to try to remedy the situation across the hall with Holly's male friend, she couldn't rationalize why a guy like him would care about cleaning up spilled wine in an apartment that wasn't his, after Holly had just ruined their night at literally the worst possible moment. Placing a hand on Holly's shoulder, she began to lead her towards the door. As she glanced back over her shoulder though, she spoke to Roman, and flashed him a look that spoke to the annoyance that she hadn't been outwardly showing in front of Holly, "Don't bother, I'll take care of it." She gave Holly a gentle push out the door, and though she followed behind, that wasn't before she poked her head back into the doorway and mouthed "Give me five minutes," to Roman, wiggling five fingers, before clasping her hands together in a begging-like motion and flashing a puppy-dog pleading look. She wasn't sure if they would actually be able to pick up where they had left off after this untimely interruption, but she would be damned if she didn't at least try. She was definitely going to need a glass of wine first, though. "Your sister would be really upset if she knew that you were up and roaming around this late," she insisted as she led Holly back into her apartment. She barely paused to notice the spilled wine that Roman had mentioned, as she purposely made a quick paced push towards Holly's bedroom. "But I'm not going to tell her. I don't want you to get in trouble, but for that to work, you actually have to go to bed now, okay?" Typically, Cara never would have been the type to do something so impulsive, albeit probably fairly harmless, but when she noticed the box of Nyquil tablets on their dresser (likely from when Holly had been sick a couple weeks before), she grabbed a packet from the box and popped the two capsules out of it. Had this been any other night, even with her new mantra of being more selfish when it came to rationing her time with Holly and Makayla, with the latter being a moocher in her book now, Cara would have been a better person, and simply insisted Holly go to bed, but waited in the living room for an hour or so, just to ensure that the girl actually fell asleep. Tonight, she wasn't going to let herself do that, and to ensure that there were no more interruptions, she handed Holly the pills. "These will make it a lot easier for you to sleep tonight. I take them all the time, and it really helps, so let's take these, get a good night's rest, and tomorrow maybe we can go to the movies," she said, though she was lying about using sleep aids herself, and also about having intentions of hanging out tomorrow.

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Character Portrait: Caraline Forrester Character Portrait: Makalya Wright Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Collin Forrester Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Oscar Teenson Character Portrait: Kamon Leavitt Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Neil Vincent Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Kaz Martin Character Portrait: Ruby Barr Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Griffin Hughes Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Dylan Taylor
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Saturday, January 7th, 2017 || 1:00 PM

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Hex Code: #91415d
Typically after a night of work, Brooklyn was not up by one o'clock. She sometimes had to work her restaurant job only a couple of hours after getting home from her job at the strip club, and those nights, she never bothered trying to sleep. Most nights after working, however, she was too tired and hungover to even attempt getting out of bed until two o'clock, maybe three. Although she had been stripping for a while, and therefore, felt comfortable enough doing it that she wasn't like some of the novices who needed to down at least three tequila shots before getting on stage, she often did drink on the job. It wasn't so much for the liquid confidence anymore, as it was to be in a better mood. Most people who knew Brooklyn, knew that she wasn't the sweetest person. She could put on a smile and act nice when she needed to, as anyone who saw her working her waitressing job knew, but her patience was normally thinner than the average person's. She didn't like being toyed with, she didn't like being touched, and she didn't like being berated. She had a tendency to be bitchy. Those weren't traits that one would typically associate someone who worked two jobs, with both being in industries where you had to work to please people to earn your money. She managed though. At the strip club, alcohol just happened to be the perfect vice to help her manage more easily. Because she drank so regularly and in such large amounts (at least in terms of the standard for hard liquor), her tolerance was pretty high, and having a hangover spoke to how much she had drank.

Nevertheless, though, she was awake, and had been awake for a few hours, actually. She had woken up around ten and have gotten sick, purging whatever alcohol was left in her stomach. She had gotten back into bed for an hour or so, but found that sleeping seemed impossible, so she got up and forced herself to go to the gym. An hour later, she was back home and hoping to fall asleep again, but after showering and then laying in bed until twelve thirty, she knew it wasn't going to happen. Despite her phone being on silent, she hadn't missed the screen lighting up multiple times from across the room where it sat on her dresser, and after a while of laying in bed in a futile attempt at sleep, she got up to retrieve it. The last person she expected the slew of texts to be was from Holly, through the email address she was apparently using to text with from her iPad. Her surprise mostly came from the fact that she had been sure that she had blocked Holly weeks ago, after she had first gotten Brooklyn's number from someone and had spammed her with messages that contained at least fifteen emojis per piece. These texts were no less annoying in terms of that, but the content of them did make Brooklyn smirk. Amid all of the crying emojis and ones similar to that, Holly was explaining that Makayla was selling her iPad because she was mean. It probably wasn't nice that Brooklyn found Holly's sadness to be humorous, but she was laughing more-so at the fact that there was drama, and the melodramatics of it. With the way that Brooklyn was, the drama made her curious, and after weighing the pros and cons of what she was about to do (and realizing that there were more cons than pros), she still went ahead and headed across the hall to Holly, Makayla and Chanel's apartment. After a swift and stern knock on the door, she waited.

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C O L L I N - F O R R E S T E R
Outfit: This
Hex Code: #7d9959
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Collin's Friday night had been fairly uneventful. He had spent a few hours at a party at one of his friend's apartments, though it wasn't really something that could constitute as a party. The small apartment in Stuytown could barely hold the ten or so people that were there, but even so, it was very low key. Some people were smoking, most were drinking and just hanging out. Collin had stayed there for a little bit before leaving to get pizza with a girl that he thought he was going to be able to take home, but midway through their meal, her friends showed up and convinced her to go to a club with them. The invite had been extended to Collin, but he had declined it. He returned to his friend's apartment for a couple more hours before going home. Luckily, by the time he got home, there was no sign of Roman in his apartment, and it was silent, which was only good because walking in to hearing him going at it with his sister would have been nothing short of a disturbing night-ruiner.

His Saturday had started in a relaxed and slow manner. He had nothing planned, so he didn't rush to get out of bed and it was only around eleven that he did manage to. With school out of session for winter break, and no job that he had to report to, Collin's schedule had been pretty open over the past few weeks. It was times like these that he actually wanted to get a job. He had no need to financially, but to pass the time it seemed like a good idea sometimes. Plus, he always wanted something to beef up his resume, as the one year he worked as a lifeguard during high school really wasn't much. The thing about Collin's type, though, was that a resume meant very little. His family was well-connected, so it was highly likely that he would end up working for his father, and then taking over his business. Work experience wasn't required when things were destined to be handed to you. His free time now was often spent hanging out, and today, he spent a few hours of it eating pizza, and then going to the gym before coming home and showering. He spent a couple hours at the gym before returning home to shower. He was more tired than anything at that point, so he found himself making his way to a nearby coffee shop for a pick-me-up. Collin wasn't typically a coffee drinker, but the sudden bout of exhaustion, coupled with the cold weather, made it seem more appealing than it typically would.

He didn't know that the shop he was walking into was the one that Chanel worked at (and he actually didn't even know that she worked at one to begin with), until he was in line and couldn't miss her on the other side of the counter. He wasn't sure if she noticed him until it was his turn to place his order and she was the one there to help him. "Hey," he said with a smile. "I didn't know you worked here."

"Surprise! I didn't know you came to places like this."

"I'm not usually a coffee drinker," he admitted, his eyes drifting from her momentarily as he scanned the menu that hung overhead behind her. "Recommend anything?"

Even though Chanel basically had the menu memorized, she glanced behind herself as well before looking back at him. "Can't go wrong with a vanilla chai and a cookie," she said lightly before nodding her head in slight surrender. "Well, I mean, that's what I usually get when I stop by."

"That sounds good," he said, nodding in agreement as he pulled out his wallet.

[color=#c7256e]"Don't worry about it,"
she said as she walked to the display, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie. She placed it in the small oven that was typically used for warming up sandwiches. The cookies weren't usually warmed, but Chanel knew him well enough to not really think about doing the extra step.

Collin was appreciative of the kindness that Chanel was showing him, though he was definitely aware that this was just how she typically was. It was hard, after that weird time in Disney, to go back to thinking of her as just his sister's friend. Of course she was going to be nice to him, if that was all that their relationship was again. He didn't want it to just be like that, but he also didn't know how to proceed in any other direction, especially after his attempt during Christmas time had been shut down in what he felt was a harsh way. So, in a move that was probably mirroring what he did at Christmas, though he was ignorantly unaware, still, of how it could be construed in a negative way, he pulled a $100 out of his wallet and dropped it into the tip jar while she was still turned away towards the oven. He didn't want her to notice because he didn't want it to be something she had to thank him for. He didn't even really want her to know that it was from him. He just felt like it was a nice thing to do to return her kindness. "I'm surprised you're working on a Saturday. Maybe you and my sister are a little different. I think she'd kill herself before she missed an opportunity to go to brunch on the weekend," he joked.

Chanel offered a soft smile instead of a polite laugh that would have been more characteristic of her. She actually hadn't been scheduled to work until Monday, but she was covering someone else's shift, which included opening the store. They were supposed to be back by 11, but hadn't come in until about 15 minutes ago. Chanel wasn't completely delirious, but she was still tired enough for it to relax her mood. "I was covering for someone today actually," she said as she prepared the chai. "I'm about to get off though, thank God. Besides, you can't have brunch without working so. Not that I'd expect you to know that," she added after a second. She still hadn't learned her lesson than maybe she didn't really know Collin like that to make those kind of jokes yet (which would be true enough), or maybe he just didn't like them, but she wasn't trying to be rude, evident by her warm smile and mischievous glance. But, just in case, she raised her hand some, like a physical side note. "I'm just...kidding by the way. Don't take me too seriously. Oh, and I warmed up your cookie. I like mine warm but I probably should have asked."

Collin rolled his eyes, the only combative reaction he could have to a comment that had him smirking nonetheless. Again, he had to remind himself that Chanel was just being playful and friendly... something that she seemed to be to nearly every person that she encountered. "I appreciate it," he said as he accepted his drink and cookie. "And I'll have you know that looking this good is a full time job," he added in an equally playful, though admittedly more corny manner, before adding, "Not that I'd expect you to know that." He definitely wasn't feeling as bold as he was in Disney, where he was acting out of character in terms of brazenness, but if she was being friendly, then he could be as well. In a platonic way. They didn't know each other well, but if she could be nice to him in a "my friend's brother" way, than he could be nice to her in a "my sister's friend" sort of way. "Since you're getting off, though, does that mean I get the honor of walking home with you? We could always stop and get brunch on the way. I mean, just to make sure that you can keep up your image for all of your Instagram followers. You'll need something good to top that picture from yesterday. Everyone likes a good, old fashioned brunch picture."

Chanel raised her brow, some confusion but also amusement clear on her face. "I didn't know you were such a brunch fan," she said before looking over her shoulder at her coworker tapping her as she passed. She offered the girl a cute smile and noticed the obvious look she gave Chanel towards Collin, as if he wasn't standing right there. Chanel shook her head and pulled her phone out to check the time. "If you're serious, I just have to do some things in the back, but I should be done in 5 minutes if you feel like waiting. You've gotta share some of your cookie though." Chanel didn't really have brunch money like that, but she was just realizing that she hadn't eaten anything this morning because her body was still physically asleep when she was up at 6 am, so she hadn't eaten all day and she was now, understandably, starving.

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Hex Code: #FF8400
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Holly was lucky that Makayla had decided to pick up a Saturday shift. She typically didn't work her retail job on the weekends, mostly just because she didn't like leaving Holly alone, and she obviously didn't have school on the weekends. Because she had been forced to leave her alone over the past few weeks, without Cara offering to babysit, it was beginning to feel like more of a comfortable practice to Makayla. It had been, until last night, at least. Apparently, while she and Chanel had been out, Holly had gotten out of bed, somehow gotten her hands on a bottle of wine enough to spill it on the couch and the floor, and then went back to bed. Of course, when angrily confronted about it this morning, her sister had come up with some wild story about how she hadn't done it. In this fantasy of hers, she had met some boy named Dylan on the stairwell, eaten pizza with him, brought him back to the apartment, and then somehow, Roman became a part of it too, and it must have been him who spilled the wine. Needless to say, Makayla wasn't buying it, and she chewed Holly out for it before leaving for work. A wine stain left sitting overnight wasn't going to be simple to get out, and after trying to blot it up, and then rewetting it and pouring salt on it, in hopes that the salt would absorb the pigmentation, she realized that it probably wasn't going to work. She left it there to sit, but doubted that it would look much different by the time she got home, and on her way to work, she ended up calling a professional cleaning service.

Obviously, if Makayla lived alone, she would have just dealt with the stain. She lived with Chanel though, and it was just in Makayla's nature to want to be the best roommate possible. That meant that even if Chanel insisted that the stains were no big deal, that she was going to ensure that they were gone, whether she went broke doing so or not. In this case though, she was not going to go broke. She was angry at Holly for being so immature and selfish. She was sixteen years old and couldn't be left to sleep for a few hours alone without destroying the place? With all that Makayla did for the girl, it was impossible for her to not snap sometimes like she did today. She was a twenty-four year old who was being forced (albeit by her own moral compass) to raise someone else's child, and someone else's child who had mental difficulties at that. It was a lot to ask someone her age to do, and though most people would insist that Makayla did a good job at it, she was only human. And sometimes, Holly did deserve the frustration and anger that Makayla occasionally reacted to her with. She needed to know that there were consequences to her actions, and that was why Makayla fully intended on selling some of Holly's Christmas gifts to pay for this cleaning service. She doubted that it would cost more than $200 if that, but even so, her iPad was going to be the easiest thing to pawn for that money, so that was what was going to go.

The fast pace of her work environment made the time go by faster, and she opted against taking her break mid-shift so that she could leave thirty minutes early. It wasn't ideal physically, since by now she was without breakfast and lunch, having gotten here at six o'clock in the morning, but after last night, she was feeling more reluctant towards leaving Holly alone.

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