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Isaac Rankin

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a character in “In The Concrete Jungle”, originally authored by CharlotteV, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Biological Name: Scott Isaac Beck
Preferred Name: Isaac Rankin
Age: 21
DOB: October 9
Sexuality: Homosexual
Hometown: Camden, New Jersey




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Likes: Smoking || Art || Music || Candy || Tattoos || Alcohol
Dislikes: Thunderstorms || Mimes || Spiders || Judgement || Cold

Isaac, by nature, is a fairly laid back guy, full of sarcasm and dark wit. If one earns his trust, they'll find him to be overly helpful and extremely loyal. He treats people exactly the same way they treat him, and never expects anything to come easy.

His personality, however, is known to shift. With the help of a handful of pills, Isaac can easily be hyperactive and excited about anything. He's talkative, confident, and innately reckless when high, his drugs of choice usually being "uppers", to put him in a good mood. That's not to say it's uncommon to see him with a joint between his fingers, Imagetaking it easy and relaxing his day away. His addictive personalityImage
starts with candy and ends with whiskey, covering everything in between.

On the flip side, it's easy to tell when Isaac's coming down, or crashing. His good mood dissolves into a fit of paranoia and depression, which also makes him twitchy and jumpy. He'll sleep for hours on end, and eat anything in sight, recovering the basic needs that being high deemed unimportant.

He has a handful of irrational fears, including spiders no bigger than the tip of his pinkie, and a deep, passionate love for art. In fact, it's not uncommon for him to draw on random things. Including people. He's a comic book nerd at heart.


Job: Isaac has particularly sticky fingers, and he's always gotten away with lifting shit. But honestly, the kid will do anything for a couple of bucks.



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Isaac was born in Camden, NJ, a middle child sandwiched between two older brothers and two younger sisters, none of which shared the same father. His mother, Shalynn Beck, who had her first child at sixteen before she dropped out of Highschool, moved all her children in with her last boyfriend - a drunk, and the father of her youngest daughter.

Isaac never got along with his mother, who was known for her violent outbursts and abusive nature, and never cared for his pseudo-step-father, who stayed passed out on the kitchen table more often than not. The apartment complex Isaac spent most of his life in was shady at best, with a staircase that would one day betray them all and the scent of pot sticking to every surface.
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Growing up in a place ranked as the poorest and most dangerous city in the U.S didn't do Isaac any favors. Throw in the fact that he looked like the blue-eyed blonde next door and waved rainbow flags, it's no surprise he learned to take care of himself at a young age. Although he doesn't talk about it much, Isaac's scrappy. He knows how to use guns and knives to his advantage, as well as practically run his way up a building. The scars and tattoos certainly don't hurt his image as the hoodrat he grew up as.

Ironically enough, his drug problems started accidentally. Isaac was a fairly good student, despite the odds, because he knew exceeding Imagescholastically was the only way he would ever manage to get out of Imagehell on earth. But with his life collapsing around him, Isaac couldn't focus. He was too worried about everything, to the point he couldn't sleep, much less pass a class.

His best friend was a boy named Ricky Martin, who had diagnosed ADD and a way of coping. Adderalll. He gave Isaac his first handful of pills, and for awhile it was good. With the right dosage, Isaac was able to study, but he didn't know what he was doing. He assumed the more work he needed to get done, the more pills he needed. Before long, it wasn't just for school work...it was for anything. He stopped worrying about sleep, because he wasn't tired. Stopped worrying about food, because he wasn't hungry. Stopped worrying about anything, because he was happy. Euphoric. But speed lead to oxy, oxy lead to Imageecstasy, ecstasy lead to cocaine, and pretty soonImage ...Isaac had a real problem.

He spent years in a dizzying high, constantly happy, falling into bed with men he didn't know, coming to in places he'd never seen. Eventually his older brother got ahold of him, checked him into rehab, but the treatments never stuck. Even when he wanted to get better...he couldn't. He needed it too much. His brother finally put him on a train to New York, said to leave and never come back, make something of himself. It didn't take long before he found Nick, and his little gang of misfits.




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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 154lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Lean
Face Claim: Max Thieriot (2012)



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So begins...

Isaac Rankin's Story

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Mitchell Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Location: Manhattan, NY
Date: Friday, October 16th 2015
Time: 3:00 PM

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ImageIsaac woke up feeling like he got hit by a bus. It was kind of a funny feeling actually...made him think of those movies where the main character dies, then spends the rest of the time as a ghost. He was aware of his body, but not at the same time. His head was throbbing like a bitch, his arms and legs felt too heavy to actually belong to him, and the nausea that settled in his stomach stated he probably should have wound up in the hospital. He had the hangover from hell, and he was coming off a three day high. Fan-fucking-tastic.

He groaned pathetically, pressing his face in low thread count pillows that smelled faintly of mildew and probably worst substances before he finally got over himself enough to sit up. The light coming in through the curtains over the window on the far side of the room added insult to injury on his already poor state, and the room spun so fast Isaac was actually surprised he hadn't fallen off the bed. It takes him a moment to figure out where he is...actually, scratch that, he has no fucking clue where exactly he is, but he knows he's in a motel room. He recognizes it, and recognizes the stench of drugs, sex, and alcohol. The bed was empty, his clothes were strewn across the floor, and Isaac was more familiar with this scene than he really wanted to be.

He sighed as he pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, willing his stomach to behave long enough for him to feel his legs again. When he could finally drag himself out of bed, he took a moment to hope he'd had a good night, even if he couldn't remember it. He spends a good twenty minutes wrapped around the toilet, throwing up his life's regrets before finally pulling himself into the shower.

The water is lukewarm, at best, and the soap kind of makes his skin itch, but Isaac is anything if low maintenance, and running water is running water. He cleans off, finds each article of his clothes, and his wallet thankfully. He has ten bucks and his ID still, which is some good news, so he peaces out before whoever did pay for the motel shows back up.

It's fall now, which is something Isaac undoubtedly forgot whenever he stumbled out of the basement and decided to go on a bender, because he doesn't have a jacket, and his thin teeshirt is doing little to protect against the slight breeze in the air. He's shivering before he even turns the block to find a streetsign, although he has a feeling it's less from the cold and more from the lack of substances running through his blood.

After a good five minutes, he figures out he's not too far from Finn's, and that it's Friday, which means he was only gone for about a night and a half. Could have been worse. Has been worse. On the way home he passes some kids selling hotdogs in front of a church for some stupid fundraiser. They're a dollar a piece, so Isaac buys two, and some chips, knows he can get a soda or something back at the pub. Probably spike it. The mere idea of alcohol makes his stomach roll, but Isaac was dry...no pills left in his pocket, and he needed something or he'd just feel worse. Some Hair of the Dog might not be an awful idea.

He eats while he walks and is wiping his fingers off on his jeans when he shoulders his way into Finn's. There's already a decent amount of folks around, and Isaac isn't surprised at all to see most of his acquaintances gathered about. Holly's bright red hair is recognizable first, followed by the people she's sitting with, and after farther inspection he can pinpoint others. Oli, Brooklynn, so on. Isaac himself just goes up to the bar, asks for a soda with a splash of whiskey. He gets a side-eye for it, which means he looks like shit even if he's showered, but it's nothing he's not used to.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Mitchell Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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The night before had been an unpleasant one for Kiara. Prostitution was never a glamorous gig, but there definitely were nights that were better than others. On a great (and rare) occasion, she would find some middle-aged man who was in-between on whether he was really going to do this, and hire someone to sleep with him. It was frequently a guy who lived a very vanilla lifestyle and was probably stepping out on his wife for the first time. Usually with these guys, she could fuck him once, and he would think that was all he paid her for. A lot of the time, she'd be able to use the shower of his hotel room, and if she felt like it, maybe even take advantage of the nice room and sleep over with him. Most of the time, however, it wasn't like that for her. Work for her usually consisted of fucking a guy in the bathroom of a bar, or in a cab or alley outside. She didn't work for a pimp, because she had tried that route already and managed to get out, and she wasn't going to go back to it. However, working on her own meant that she didn't have job security, and her clients tended to be the scummiest people one could imagine. She didn't make much money, and sometimes, she'd finish the job and they'd refuse to pay her. What could she do? Run to the police and tell them that she was working as a prostitute and was ripped off? That would land her in jail, if she could even make it that far before the guy tried to strange her, or something.

It was an extremely dehumanizing job, and it wasn't even like she ended up with good money to compensate. Most of the time, Kiara was just barely getting by. The fact that she tended to indulge in alcohol and drugs over necessities played a role in that, though. For Kiara, it was just necessary to get high or blackout-level drunk after working. She didn't want to think about what she had just done, and that was the only way that she could actually escape this reality. It was what she had done last night when she got back to the basement. She spent ten dollars on a cheap bottle of vodka that she had a fair amount of upon getting into bed, and then took the Quaalade that the man she fucked an hour before tried to convince her to take while she was with him. She was out like a light within fifteen minutes of taking the pill, and probably would have slept for a solid twelve to thirteen hours, had Holly not woken her up that morning. She managed to fall back asleep for a few hours, but it wasn't that same deep sleep that she craved, especially when she knew that she was hungover. For a while, she was actually so dead feeling, that she couldn't even muster up the energy to get sick to at least give her stomach a chance to settle down. When everyone started coming in and out, and she was too awake to drown out the sounds, she decided to just get up, though. A good amount of the vodka she had had the night before came up before she was able to leave the bathroom, and then she left the basement. She buried herself in a men's size large NYU sweatshirt that she had taken from the lost and found at the gym she had a membership to a few months back, along with a pair of leggings and combat boots.

She spent most of her day doing laundry, walking, and enjoying the rest of her vodka out of a water bottle. Although Kiara never had much money to shop, she enjoyed going into stores anyway. Sometimes she found the courage to snag something little here and there from stores. It was usually just a pack of gum or a box of Midol, little things that wouldn't be missed much. Usually, though, she just browsed in an attempt to kill time, and distract herself. Today, she found that she had made a good choice by heading into a Trader Joe's, as she replaced the need for lunch with a plethora of their free samples. When her feet started hurting, she headed back to the pub. She wanted something to mix the rest of her vodka with, and she decided that maybe she could convince Finn to give her a glass of soda for free. It wasn't like he didn't give Brooklyn and Nick, and probably even Tee and Holly, meals and drinks on the house all of the time! Then again, Kiara knew that she wasn't close with Finn, and was actually one of the ones that irritated him the most, but it was worth a shot.

Upon entering, she was sidetracked when she saw familiar faces at the bar. There was Isaac, closest to her, and then on the other side, Brooklyn, and was that... Cara? Preppy young blondes weren't a common sight in Finn's bar, and with a closer look, Kiara confirmed it was her. She was definitely surprised to see the girl who had disappeared months ago, but before she got into that, she embraced Isaac from behind. "Glad to see you're alive," she teased as she sat down beside him. Kiara considered Isaac to be one of her realest friends here. She didn't feel like an addict, at least not compared to him, but she knew that he understood what she was doing with drugs. She worried for him a lot, but when she wasn't even in control of her own life, she knew that she couldn't try to force him to change either. They were all addicted things for reasons, and not just because they were rebellious kids and drugs were fun. "So, what've we got here today? Looks like Malibu Barbie is back, trying to engage with Godzilla, for some reason that's beyond me. Who else are we dealing with?" she inquired playfully as she gazed around the bar. She didn't know if Isaac was in one of his downer moods, when he was coming off of a drug or not, but she tried engaging with him anyway.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Oliver Mitchell Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Somewhere in between her first and second drink, Brooklyn noticed the trio sitting in a booth across the room. She had only tilted her head to the side to look at them briefly, before turning back to the bar, but once she realized that they were up here, it seemed impossible for her to release any of the tension that she felt wracking her bones. "They" consisted of Lateefah, Holly and Colton, but mainly just the first two. Actually, if Brooklyn wanted to be extra petty, she would just say that it only consisted of Lateefah. Sure, Holly was the stem of her issues with Lateefah, but she could deal with Holly. She wanted to deal with Holly, at least. She'd sacrifice the money to buy a roll of duct tape to wrap around the girl's mouth, and a leash to keep her unable to rifle through Brooklyn's things, and then she wouldn't have any problems with Holly. With Lateefah... well, that was an entirely different story. Brooklyn despised her. Secretly, and she wouldn't even admit it to herself, she respected the girl for being an older sister to Holly, but without thinking of that, Brooklyn couldn't stand her. She thought that she could stand up to Brooklyn, as if she were some hero that was rushing in to save the day, when all she really was, was some loser who was probably faking that she had a college degree, and yet, still managed to think that she was superior to her. Even thinking about it, had Brooklyn internally reciting, 'Really, bitch?', as if she were getting ready to engage in one of their frequent verbal (with threats to go physical) arguments.

She did her best to pretend that the bitch and her annoying sister weren't there, and it took a lot, but soon she was able to focus on just the immediate space in front of her. She kept her eyes on her glass and methodically sipped from it every so often. Before long, she was mentally in her own world, oblivious to the sports game on the television across the room, the loud conversation Finn was having, or the music that was playing on top of all of this. She didn't notice Oliver, or Isaac, or Kiara, or even Cara, until the blonde was literally right next to her and speaking. She left Cara speak without saying a word herself, not because she was shocked at seeing her, but because she was still trying to remain in her own zone. She didn't want to get into a bad mood today, especially when she was still feeling so physically drained from the hangover. However, when Cara stopped speaking, ending it with a request to move back in, Brooklyn couldn't resist smirking. "What? Did they kick you out of the J. Crew catalog that you were living in, or something?" she questioned as her eyes roved over the girl. She looked pretty, and Brooklyn was sure that the outfit was probably worth the amount of money that most of the kids in the basement made in a month. Cara wasn't showy on purpose, but it just happened with her. She was a lot better now (or when she left in July) than she had been when Brooklyn first met her, but it seemed like it would be impossible to fully shake the spoiled rich girl from Cara. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially not to Brooklyn, who lusted over lives like Cara. That was probably the only reason why Brooklyn had accepted her, at first. Because she wanted to be her.

"There's room for you, yeah. I've been looking for a reason to get rid of Lateefah anyway," Brooklyn added, instinctively nodding her head back towards the table she had last seen Tee at. "I can't tell you that all of your stuff is still down there, though. You know how they are... like vultures. Your shit was pawned within a week of you leaving," she continued, still smirking. She wasn't joking though. She doubt it mattered to Cara, since money clearly was not an option to her, even when she apparently had no where else to reside, but she found it funny. And admittedly, Brooklyn had taken a few things for herself. It wasn't like she wouldn't have done that when Cara was around anyway, though. "Did Daddy tell you you were only allowed to have five mansions, and not six, and that's why you're here?" she asked after a moment. A fight with her father seemed like the only reasonable scenario for Cara returning. When Brooklyn had last spoken to her a week ago, there hadn't been any mention of wanting to move back in, but Brooklyn was aware that that was the only reason why Cara was out here. She didn't get along with her father and stepmother, and at least from what Cara said, they "hated her" enough to kick her out onto the streets. Brooklyn doubted that was completely true, but as her drinks started to hit her and make her feel more of a human than a zombie, she was curious.

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ImageIsaac was always jumpy coming down...loud noises scared him, turning corners was a big ordeal, on and on, so the arms that went around him made him tense, even though he relaxed the moment he heard Kiara's voice. She was the only one he really wanted to be around in this mood, so he dropped one of his hands to cover her wrist, give it a little squeeze before she moved to sit next to him.

"I don't feel alive," he muttered, running a hand through his hair before dropping down onto a bar stool, taking a sip of his newly purchased spiked soda. The liquor settled heavily in his stomach, but the hotdogs he had earlier were helping, and the whiskey would only help his nerves, so things were looking up.

Kiara Moore was probably the closest thing Isaac would consider to a best friend. He truly did like her, and his heart ached for her on days like this. She still looked beautiful, still looked strong, but she smelled faintly of vodka and her expression was...tired. She'd had a bad night, Isaac could tell. And unlike him, she looked like she actually remembered it. Which just made things worse.

He didn't mention anything though, never did. If Kiara wanted to talk about her work, Isaac let her come to him, otherwise he didn't mention it. They did other things together. Fun things, for the most part. He snorted at his friends' nickname for Brooklynn, but leaned back in his seat enough to glance over at the table the girl in question was at. He'd noticed her earlier, but he hadn't seen Cara.

"Huh," he muttered thoughtfully. "She is back." Isaac didn't have anything against Cara by any means. She was a tolerable person, usually kind. He just didn't...get her. He understood her situation...or, at least, what he knew of it. Parents were assholes sometimes. His certainly hadn't been a walk in the park, and he doubted any amount of money in the world would have changed it, but...Cara was in some kind of weird place. Isaac envied her because she had a safety net. If things got too bad, she could turn around and go home. The rest of them...they didn't have that. And it sucked.

He tilts his head a little as he studies her. Her blonde haired, blue eyed, modeled height self and decides...maybe he doesn't like her after all. On principle. Or jealousy. For multiple reasons. Whatever. He was probably just cranky. "Hope she's not trying to get Brooke to let her stay..." She probably was, why else would she be here?

"Oli's over there, probably doing something weird," Isaac pointed out around another drink. "And Holly's there, with Colton I think?" He could only make the kid out because of her bright red hair, but the back of Colton's head was a little more questionable. "Which probably means Tee's around here somewhere, but I haven't seen her."

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Holly and Lateefah's food did look really good, and it wasn't like Tee would notice if he took a bite before she got back, but Holly would. He had probably already crossed over into antagonizing territory by teasing her about how much Tee loved him, and he was sure the girl would get more riled up if he denied her order and had some of the food anyway. He finished off Lateefah's Sprite, watching as Holly looked at her food. "Chill, Red. I'm not here to eat your food, but it doesn't look like you are either. You know, you have to put it into your mouth in order for it to count as eating. Staring at it doesn't actually count," he advised. He didn't really care about whether Holly ate or not, but if she did take a few bites and in what wouldn't be a surprising move, claim that she didn't want anymore, he figured he could try to convince Tee to let him have it. As he looked back at Lateefah's plate, he considered taking some of hers once again. He wasn't starving but he was hungry, and it did look good.

Still contemplating, he shifted slightly in his chair, so that he no longer had his back completely towards the rest of the pub. As he did so, he noticed that a few more of the others from downstairs had begun to congregate around the bar. There were Kiara and Isaac on one side, which wasn't very surprising. He hadn't seen Isaac in a couple of days, but that wasn't infrequent for him, or anyone, really. They all did their own things, and since a lot of their lines of work required "night shifts", it was typical that even if they were in the basement at the same time, one was asleep and wouldn't know it. A few of Finn's customers sat beside the pair, and Colton skimmed over them quickly, before his eyes fell upon a familiar pair, who brought an automatic smirk to his face. It was Brooklyn and Cara. The former, he smirked at, just because she was so easy to bother. Brooklyn was hot, in that "bitch who hates the world and will punch you in the face if you touch her" kind of way. Colton liked to insist that there was sexual tension between them, mostly on her part, but it was likely just plain, old tension. He wasn't looking to sleep with her, anyway. Firstly, Tee was fulfilling those needs for him, and secondly, he didn't doubt that Nick would kill him if he even tried it. Cara was more of the reason for his smirk. What was Blondie doing back here? Hadn't she found her Prince Charming/Ken Doll to run off into the sunset with? He'd have fun inquiring about that later on, but for now, Cara being back brought another thing to the table. Now, he hoped, Tee would be able to get out more with him. Cara was a lot of things, but she was most useful as a free babysitter for Holly. Maybe now, he didn't have to wait until the always-hyped up girl fell asleep to get some alone time with Lateefah.

"I'm going to go see where your sister is," he said to Holly, as he turned back to look at her. "You've got to stay here and guard the food, though. You see all of those people by the bar? They're all hungry as hell, and, oh, damn, Isaac's over there too. He told me the other day that mac and cheese was his favorite food, so you definitely can't leave this table, or he'll take it before you even notice. Alright? Wait here, guard the food, and I'll be back in a minute with your sister." The comment about Isaac was, of course, a completely made up situation, but he felt like Holly was the type of person who needed that extra insistence that she needed to stay at the table. Especially with Cara randomly back, and only a few yards away, he was sure it would be hard to get her constantly-fleeting attention to focus on staying at the table. If anything, though, she had seemed insistent on him not eating her and Tee's food, so he surmised that maybe she would care enough to want it to protect it from Isaac, the newfound mac and cheese bandit. He didn't give Holly much time to respond, knowing that no matter what she said, if she wanted to get up, she was going to do it anyway. Instead, he headed towards the back of the pub and waited outside of the women's restroom, deciding to catch Tee before she got back to the populated bar. He could spring the good news on her, and maybe she'd be up for some alone time before clocking in. He eyed a storage closet across the small hall, and thought that no one would notice if they slipped in there for a few minutes...

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Kiara brushed over Isaac's comment about not feeling alive, not because she didn't hear it or didn't emphasize for him, but because she didn't think she could give him any advice. He was clearly coming down from a high, and she knew how he was feeling, but at least from her experience, there was no way to combat that feeling. Nothing she could say would help, so she tried to keep the conversation moving without focusing on the bad. "Oh, come on, Cara's not that bad," she returned, when Isaac commented on how he hoped she wasn't trying to get Brooklyn to let her come back. Granted, Kiara had only been in the basement for four months, and only one of those included Cara living there too. However, she had never had a problem with the girl. She didn't know her story very well, and maybe it was stereotypical, but Kiara didn't think it took a detective to look at Cara, and know that she didn't grow up in the hood. She knew that poverty wasn't the only thing that constituted a bad life, but at the same time, she thought that she could have dealt with the neglect she faced at home, had her home been a mansion in the Hamptons. Whatever problems that Cara had had to have been laughable compared to what everyone else was facing. Her living with them was disrespectful in a way, because one could assume that she thought whatever minuscule problem she had was equal to theirs, but at the same time, she wasn't obnoxious.

"Besides, I didn't get a chance to ask her if she had a brother before she went MIA. You know I'm gonna be all over that and, hell, I'd take a sister too. Marrying is the easiest way to get into that life. It's a fact," she declared. For a girl like her, it seemed like it would be the easiest, maybe even the only way to get out of the circle of poverty. She didn't have a high school diploma or her GED, so she couldn't go to college. She didn't have the money to get her GED either. A high school diploma wasn't necessary for a lot of entry level positions, but it was for most of the reputable ones. If she wanted to, Kiara could've gotten a job at a fast food restaurant or something, but when it came down to it, she also didn't want to commit to a real work schedule yet. Nothing could be worse than how she made money now, and after every night of working, she vowed to look for a real job, but it never happened. She wouldn't be able to pass a drug test, and she wouldn't be able to wake up regularly to meet her shift requirements. She had an endless amount of excuses on hand, but Kiara really was going to try to look for a job, especially with the seasonal rush approaching, where it would be easier to get a retail job.

"Hopefully Tee is around." Kiara commented, agreeing that it was likely that the girl was around. She glanced back at the table Holly was at, watching as Cara left Brooklyn and approached it too. "Maybe today Tee will be the one to knock Brooklyn out like one of us has been needing to do," she commented snidely, but while offering Isaac a playful smile. She meant it, but luckily, Brooklyn hadn't pissed her off today to where she was actually feeling aggressive. "So everyone besides Nick and Roman are here, and I guess that leaves me wondering what you're up to. Besides drinking..." she started, taking his glass and sipping it, "Coke and whiskey, of course," she added, returning the glass and meeting his gaze.

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ImageIsaac knew Kiara was right, rationally. He had absolutely no reason to dislike Cara...in fact, the handful of times that they'd spoken in the past, he hadn't minded her company at all. It was petty, and almost a little cruel, why he didn't. And, in all honesty, he didn't have a reason to not want anyone in that basement, either. They all came from different paths of life, no one deserved to be tuned away just "because". He sighed a little, put upon, his way of agreeing without having to actually admit he was being a brat.

Kiara's next comment made him laugh a little, run a hand through his hair as he looked over at Cara once more. She'd drifted off to talk to Holly now, which was no surprise. He had to admit, the girl was pretty, anyone in her gene pool would likely be attractive. Not to mention, Kiara was right about how to get into that lifestile. "Gay marriage is legal now," he agreed, "Wonder if I could get in on some of that action..."

It was a complete joke, of course. Isaac definitely wasn't marriage material. For one thing, the only commitment he could make - and keep - was to whatever drugs he could get his hands on. He for sure wasn't a romantic, and he had a horrible, masochistic need to spend all his 'crush worthy' energy on straight boys he couldn't get in a million years. It was a horrible cycle he'd been caught in ever since he'd lost his virginity. Romance lasted for a night, and nine times out of ten it was fueled by ecstasy, and half the time he wouldn't even remember it in the morning. Which reminded him that he probably needed to go get tested again...who knew who he did while he was gone.

His mood was starting to dip even lower before Kiara made her comment regarding Tee and Brooklyn, and he almost choked on his soda, which burned a little, before shaking his head at her. "Watch yourself, she can probably hear you..." Isaac was undoubtedly scared of Brooklyn. She was mean, and he was not good at handling harsh words. Last month he'd even taken to hiding behind Kiara when Brooklyn went off on someone, just to stay out of her eyesight.

He let go of his drink easily when Kiara took it, smiling when she 'guessed' his drink, because of course he was predictable. She gave it back, and he easily finished it off before running a hand over his face. "I just got in, actually. So I'm not doing anything other than feeling like death and regretting my life choices." Not that anything would change, either. He had pills downstairs, he'd wash that feeling away in half an hour or so, depending on what he decided to do with the rest of his afternoon.

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Kiara laughed when Isaac expressed interest in her plan too. "Shit, we don't even need to see if she's got a brother. I remember her talking shit about her stepmom, so I'll go to the source and make a move on her dad. You know I'm gonna hook you up once I find me a good sugar daddy like that," she reassured him playfully. She was joking around, but not because it didn't sound like a wonderful. Just because she knew she'd never get that lucky. The idea of marrying, or hell, even just consistently sleeping with, some old guy wasn't probably a fantasy for most twenty-two-year-olds, and it wasn't exactly Kiara's dream, but it was definitely the best option she had at this point. She didn't have to marry the guy. Continuing to work as a prostitute, just for that specific guy, would be fine too. It would allow her the security of knowing that she wasn't sleeping with a bunch of different people who could assault or infect her, and in her world, older usually meant better pay. Cara's dad would've been the perfect candidate for her. It was nothing more than something Kiara could joke about, because it wasn't like she'd ever meet the man. For now, if she wanted a quick fix to her money problems, she was going to need to try to get on Barbie's good side, or work again tonight. The thought of the latter made her stomach turn, but chugging the final gulp of vodka from her water bottle made it subside within seconds.

Isaac's reaction to her speaking of Brooklyn had her rolling her eyes, and punching him in the arm. She understood why he was scared of her, because Brooklyn was daunting. Kiara was feisty, but Brooklyn was fierce and arguably heartless. Maybe it was her strong jawline or something, but she looked like the time of girl who'd cut your throat open and then move along with her day as if nothing happened. It was something that Kiara recognized too, but she wasn't scared of Brooklyn anymore. She had dealt with too many bitches in her day to be scared of any of them, and the fact that Kiara was high on something or heavily intoxicated a lot definitely made her fearless act a little easier. "I hope that bitch hears me. Let her come and try me with her shit today and she's gonna see how we handle hoes like her where I come from." Brooklyn was the only person in the basement that Kiara had real problems with, and surprisingly, she found Nick, the devil's boyfriend, to be one of the nicest people down there. Thinking of him made Kiara's wallet feel even lighter, since she knew before the night was own, she was going to be buying weed from him. Over everything she took, including alcohol, marijuana was her drug of choice. It was a staple for her, something that she valued just as much as food and water, and at this point, she didn't even consider it to be a drug. It wasn't like there were any harmful side effects and it definitely didn't leave her feeling dead like alcohol would, the next morning.

"Hey, well, at least know that I'm in that boat with you," Kiara added when Isaac explained his day's plan, which included regretting life choices. Boy, did she mean that in more than just a short-term perspective. "But since neither of us have real plans, I say we seriously make a move and become Barbie's besties now that she's apparently back. You can bet your ass I'm not letting soak up all them benefits this time. Hell no! I was still the new bitch on the block before Cara left, and of course you were no help in giving me the heads up that she's our cash cow, but I'm not wasting this opportunity this time. Hell no! Come on, finish your drink, and then we're going to tell her how much we missed her!" Kiara had turned energetic and was going to be unrelenting, but really, she didn't think they had anything better to do. Even if she was somewhat joking about taking her friendship with Cara that seriously, she did figure that they could at least milk a free dinner out of it if they hung out with her.

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Image"Yeah, you better hook me up," Isaac joked as he took another drink of his soda, setting the empty glass aside. It was hard joking about Kiara's job sometimes, because he knew how much she hated it. Having a sugar daddy in her position probably wouldn't be the worst of plans, but it wasn't exactly funny. Then again, when life sucked as badly as it did for them, laughing about it was sometimes the only thing they could do.

"Please don't go to jail for killing some homeless bitch," Isaac muttered, and then maybe set up a little straighter to figure out where the hell Brooklyn was and hope to god she didn't hear him. She didn't, she wasn't around, she must have gone back down to the basement or something. "Orange really isn't your color, and I'm not sure they'd let me visit you." It was a joke, of course, he doubted things would ever get that violent between the girls, but he still wanted his feelings on the subject noted.

His nose wrinkled up as Kiara's sights sat on Cara once more, and he shook his head even as he downed his spiked drink because he knew there was no way he was going to deny her. "I am way too sober to go over there," he complied. But Holly was there, Tee too, and he liked them well enough to deal.

"If all else fails, the hotdogs down the road are cheap and decent," Isaac muttered as he stood up, stretching out and then dropping an arm over Kiara's shoulder before they headed to the booth the three other girls were gathered around. "Hey Tee," he greeted with a nod, then let Kiara go to tug at the end of Holly's ponytail. "Hey Kiddo. What's up?" It took him a moment before his eyes finally dragged up to Cara, but his smile was genuine. He really didn't have a reason not to like her, so he could be nice. "Cara. Fancy seeing you around."

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"I've had enough hot dogs in my mouth to last me a lifetime," Kiara muttered, a sly smirk finding its way to her face. It wasn't something that was normally a light topic, even for her, but sometimes she couldn't help it. If she didn't make a joke out of it, she'd probably kill herself over the pure horror of what she was actually doing. Plus, she really wasn't in the mood for hot dogs. Straight vodka wasn't going to sit well in her empty stomach on its own, and a cheap hot dog from a food cart would likely only speed up the process of her getting sick. It wasn't like she had many other options though. Her other plan would be fast food, and McDonald's wasn't made any better. She honestly wasn't banking on Cara taking them to dinner, but it was worth a try. Besides, even if she didn't get dinner now, being friends with the blonde had no down sides for the future. Kiara had seen how Cara treated Holly, and while she wasn't as undeniably cute as the redhead, she thought she could work her magic on Cara and at least get some pity points.

She followed Isaac towards the table that the three girls sat at. She slipped her water bottle, with was now empty, into the large middle pocket of her sweatshirt and put her hood down now. "Heeeeey ladies," Kiara sang, following Isaac's greetings. She squeezed herself into Holly's side of the booth, taking note of the plates of food in front of the sisters. Cara was sitting in the chair at the end of the table that she had seen Colton in earlier, and to no surprise (and Kiara's pleasure), there was no food in front of her. "I won't lie, Isaac was a little offended that none of you said hi to him," Kiara admitted, though it wasn't true. Isaac definitely didn't seem in a social butterfly mood today. She assumed that he probably would have preferred to have went downstairs and crashed in peace, but she wasn't going to allow him to do that just yet. "He'll get over it though. We both will, but hey, we might as well hang out with you guys now that we're here. What are you three up to? Pregaming for some big dinner plans?"

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Cara didn't seem to be so sure that Brooklyn would be nice to Lateefah, and even Holly knew that to some extent as well. Even if she liked to believe that Brookyln and Lateefah were both good people, and could both be nice to each other if they just tried, she knew that it likely wouldn't happen. It didn't stop her from wanting it to happen, or still wanting Lateefah to come along with them, but after Cara questioned Tee about her relationship with Brooklyn, she had moved on to address Holly. Though Holly had a fair amount to say on the topic of her sister and Brooklyn's friendship, or lack thereof, her thoughts shifted to Cara's words. "They sell vests at Forever 21!" Holly interjected quickly. Really, she had no need for a vest and if Cara hadn't been wearing one at the moment, she probably never would have asked for one, but it was on her mind now. "Tee knows all about clothes and they sell vests there, right?" She was pushing the topic for no good reason, but it was typical of Holly to have a flighty attention span, and yet manage to get hung up on certain things for a few minutes. Like why Tee loved mac and cheese, (with love being a complete exaggeration that Holly had somehow come to believe), or yesterday, how she had insisted her sister fix her purple nail polish multiple times throughout the day because she wanted to be perfect. Today, maybe it was going to be the vests. Or so it seemed that way until Kiara and Isaac approached them.

She was greeted by a playful tug at her ponytail by Isaac, and then by Kiara pushing her further into the small booth to make room for herself. Both had Holly frowning, though it wasn't a very sincere one. It was just a lot for her to process at once, when still accounting for the music, general bar chatter, television sounds, and all of the sights in the bar as well. "Cara was visiting her grandma in Florida!" she informed the two new people as she reached towards Kiara to slide her soda back in front of her. "That's where I'm from, and me and Tee went there one time too, but not to see Cara's grandma," she explained quickly, before sipping her soda. She looked at Isaac and Kiara but didn't notice anything particularly off about the two. Maybe it was because both of them were frequently drunk, high, or coming off of a high, or maybe it was because the bar smelled of alcohol already, so it was hard for her to completely pin the smell of vodka on Kiara. Either way, she didn't comment on their appearances, and tried to focus on the conversation. All it took was Kiara to say that she wanted to hang out with them for Holly to be on her feet, and stepping over Kiara to get out of the booth. "We're getting ready to go shopping!" she corrected Kiara as she moved. "I'll tell Brooklyn we're ready to go!" She was already scurrying away from the booth as she finished speaking, and moved quickly enough that she made it downstairs without being stopped.

"Oh, Broooooooklyn!" Holly sang as she reached the last step. She picked out Colton in his area but didn't even scowl in his direction, as she was too preoccupied with bounding towards the walled off area that Nick and Brooklyn slept in. "Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Brooklyn!" she continued on her way, before stopping abruptly in the open door space when she found the brunette on her bed. "Hi," she grinned, once the girl acknowledged her. "Me and Kiara and Cara and Isaac and maybe Tee are ready to go shopping and we want you to come," she stated, and by the time that one sentence was finished, she was hovering over Brooklyn's bed, reaching to touch the girl's hair automatically.


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"She's going to run you ragged and I don't feel bad about it."

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Lateefah only raised an eyebrow when Holly pushed her plate in Tee's direction, eyeing her sister intensely before relieving her of the examination. Holly's appetite was increasingly becoming a detail of contention in Lateefah's mind and all she knew was that the girl would either be really hungry later, or just not be bothered with food because of her excitement until tomorrow morning. Either way spelled a headache-in-the-making for Lateefah and that was the last thing she wanted. Migraines did not need to become a part of her regularly scheduled programming, thank you very much.

She did, react, however, when Holly suggested that she liked Nick which was a harmless thought, but as with a lot of things Holly said, they came out...not the way they were supposed to, lending to a very dry, I-might-choke-over-this-foolishness kind of laugh that escaped Lateefah's throat. She shot an alarmed look at Holly but focused on Cara to distract herself from her sister's need to consistently switch topics. "The day that happens is the day I'm checking in the loony bin," she said in reference to being asked about her relationship with Brooklyn. It wasn't particularly hostile every day, thank God, but...Brooklyn pushed her. Pushed limits Lateefah hadn't even been sure she had up until those points where Nick would almost find himself girlfriend-less...well, at least unless he sported boners for dragging around dead carcasses. Some people liked that kind of thing, right?

Luckily for her, and minutely she became grateful (despite the "bitterness" she was supposed to be sporting towards Cara for leaving) that Cara seemed to still have some kind of grasp on handling Holly. At least, in the way that Holly didn't seem too overbearing for her. "Yes, Holly, they do sell vests," she answered obligingly, though she knew Holly didn't really need her for that. It wouldn't have mattered if Lateefah had said no; the idea was in Holly's mind and yeah, she was going to flit to another topic in exactly 2.5 seconds, but the thought would still be there. To some degree.

In pursuit of fishing out some money for Cara to take with her for Holly, Kiara and Isaac had arrived and Lateefah gave them both a small smile while explaining, "They are going shopping. Some of us have work in the next few minutes." While looking through her wallet for a fifty dollar bill, Holly shot up out of the booth past Kiara, singing Brooklyn's name like it was the catchiest tune on all of the radio stations. Furthering the growth of Lateefah's headache, causing the dark-skinned woman to cradle her head in hand for a second. Groaning, she looked at the trio she was left with. "Word of advice, people. Don't have kids. They don't eat their food when you tell them to, but always want sweets. And they'll drive you crazy before you turn thirty." Lateefah didn't necessarily mean it, but the headache was speaking for her more than her love for her sister. With another heavy exhale, Lateefah handed the bill over to Cara, leveling her with a stare. "Don't let her drive you too crazy. Remind her that she'll get no ice cream for a month and you should be good."

Still with some time to spare before her shift began, Lateefah went back to eating some of her pasta, though it was a bit colder than the piping hot serving she had been served minutes ago. Not wanting to seem rude, she gestured to Holly's plate, "Don't know how you guys feel about germs, but all she did was nip at that for five seconds and declared herself full. All I know is that I'm not eating it."

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ImageIsaac cut his friend a sharp look for throwing his 'feelings' into conversation. Somehow he always became the scapegoat of conversation starters, and he wasn't really sure why. Kiara got away with it, simply because she was too pretty to argue with. Besides, his glare didn't last long, because of course she was already mentioning food.

Holly was talking a mile a minute, and Isaac gave her a fond smile as he kept up with her train of thought. He was usually better at it, when he was high, but he still liked her enough to pay attention. She did, however, crush all of Kiara's dreams when mentioning a shopping trip. Not that Isaac doubted that activity wouldn't end with food, but it also wasn't a quick fix.

The redhead was off in a bundle of excitement that actually kind of made his head hurt, and Isaac remembered then just how hungover he was. The whiskey had helped take the edge off, but he was still coming down, and still felt like shit. He chuckled softly at Tee's words of wisdom on children, shook his head a little. "Thank God I'm gay and never have to worry about it." If he were straight, Isaac had no doubt he'd be abstinent. Children were scary as hell.

He sat back a little awkwardly as Tee and Cara talked money, and had to admit he did have at least a little bit of respect for the latter. At least she wasn't taking cash off someone who worked her ass off for it, even if it was for her little sister. That was somewhat admirable. She was gone next, after Holly evidently.

Isaac waited until she was out of earshot before looking at Kiara. "I love you," he started. "But I am way too sober to go shopping." He normally loved shopping, because he was gay with a capital G, but he couldn't handle it with the way he felt. Too many people, too much moving, even the bar was a little on the questionable side. As long as he sat still, his stomach didn't roll. He fully intended to hit the basement, pop some pills, and sleep it off if he didn't feel better. Lord knew he could use the rest anyway.

He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Kiara's cheek before he swooped the plate of mac and cheese off the table. "I will, however, be taking this. Have a good shift, Tee." He waved over his shoulder on his way down to the basement, happily digging into the mac and cheese. The more carbs he could get in his stomach, the better.

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While the reason for her absence, that Cara had apparently given Holly, about being in Florida to visit her grandmother was better than stating the reality of where she had really been, it wasn't that much better in Kiara's eyes. She was a girl who had lived in low-income housing her entire life, with a single mother, a frequently-changing baby daddy, and a bunch of siblings. They were lucky if their food stamp money lasted them halfway through the month, and it was a huge occasion if any of them ever got something, be it clothes or a toy, that was actually new, and not some hand-me-down from a neighbor or sibling. Needless to say, vacations weren't a possibility in their household, and aside from moving from Philadelphia to New York when she was five, Kiara had never traveled outside of the state. So, the idea of Cara being able to pick herself up and, presumably, fly to Florida, on the spur of the moment, no matter what emergency situation her grandmother posed, just spoke of the "severity" or lack thereof, of her financial situation. Though it was something that could have rubbed her the wrong way, Kiara had no reason to take it personally, especially when she planned on Cara's wealth benefiting her. The dinner plans apparently weren't going to go her way, as Holly climbed over her to leave the table with her plate of food nearly untouched, signaling that she wasn't hungry, but Kiara wouldn't give up there. Holly was malleable. All she needed to do was whisper something in the girl's ear about the dessert that some restaurant down the block served, and she was sure she could add a little something onto the bill that Cara was covering. Especially with the vodka in her system, she was sure she could get away with it. So sure, that she didn't even tell Isaac he better put that plate of mac and cheese down if he wanted to keep his hands, when he grabbed it. She would let him get away with stealing what could have been her meal for now, but only because Cara left the table after officially extending the invitation to her and Isaac. Isaac declined it and disappeared with the food,

"Lord, if that child grew up in my house, I don't know what the fuck my mother would've done with herself," Kiara said, smiling, but shaking her head as she glanced towards the back of the bar where Holly, Cara and Isaac had been before leaving her range of sight. She either would have had one of her boyfriends beat it to death, or tossed it to Kiara to take care of it she was old enough. There was no way that Kiara would have been able to do what Tee does for Holly, though. That maternal instinct wasn't in her blood. "But, damn, if I were you, I would have her ass lined up to go to school an hour before the doors even opened. You'd get like, six hours to yourself for free. Now that's she's back, though," she continued, referencing Cara, "it's almost better, because it's like a free babysitter and you can make a buck off of it. I don't know why the fuck you're tryna unload your money to Malibu Barbie. Girl, you've got the perfect chance to cling to that bitch and make her drag you up the social ladder with her!" Her tone suggested that she was joking, or being playful at the least, but she wasn't really. Kiara's job forced her to toss a lot of pride out of the window, so it was likely that difference in their personalities that made it hard for her to see why Lateefah wanted to be independent like this. Plus, Lateefah actually had potential and qualifications and real skills that could allow her to be something on her own, in the real world. They were things that Kiara lacked, so in her mind, if she didn't find someone wealthy to leach off of, she was going to be living this life until she killed herself or was killed, lately with the former seeming more likely, scarily enough.

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"I don't want to ever be a charity case."

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Cara was too quick for Lateefah to insist that she take the money and Lateefah wanted to call the blonde back and demand that she take it. She didn't want to be some charity case and Holly wasn't one either. At the same time, Cara had moved too fast, Tee didn't want to be bothered if she went down there to see Brooklyn with the girls, and...well, fuck it. If Cara said she had it, then she had it. Shrugging, Lateefah slid the bill back into her wallet and then that back into her pocket, cutting her attention between food and her friends. Whom she would have to be leaving soon if that clock ticking nearby said anything.

She wound up laughing over a demure bite of pasta at Isaac's comment about being gay and not having to worry about babies. Her laugh followed him when he scooped up Holly's abandoned plate, leaving herself and Kiara alone. It was still surprising, or at least it would be to the classmates that told themselves that they knew the Lateefah that could be as debonair as the best of them, that she and Kiara got along. Then again, a mutual disdain for one individual could bring two enemies together. More than that, she liked the brunette. Liked her energy and the teasing she usually dealt with amusing enough.

Lateefah smirked at Kiara's own comment about having to watch after Holly before replying, "Probably down more than just a bottle of tequila, I'll tell you that much," Lateefah took a sip of her water as she listened to Kiara and damn it, if the girl wasn't right! Despite what Holly wanted, she should be in school. But...school wasn't for Holly, or at least the ones the girl had already been to. She was never comfortable there and Lateefah understood that. A girl like Holly needed support on a level that the typical education system in America didn't give her, not all the time. Or, if it did, it usually cost more money than Lateefah could shoulder every month. It was a relief, having Cara back since the blonde was the main one who could entertain Holly long enough so that she wouldn't seem too much of a bother to everyone else, but still...She should be in school. It was a thought that kept Lateefah up several nights, but not one she could bring into fruition. Not unless she had all of her ducks lined up in a row.

"Not a charity case, Kiara," she stated firmly. It wasn't that Lateefah didn't understand the validity of Kiara's surprising sincerity. Yeah, the laughter in the girl's voice shined through, but so did her seriousness and Lateefah understood it. She could use Cara. This could benefit her better than living with the others. They could have an actual home and yet...Lateefah's pride was too great at the moment. She would feel weak if she simply asked for help like that, especially from a rich girl - who was her friend, never forget that - who wouldn't have given two fucks about her life if they hadn't met in the basement. Asking Cara for help would be no better than returning to her grandmother's front door and Lateefah had too much pride for that. But she wouldn't be telling Kiara or anyone that any time soon.

On the last leg of her meal, Lateefah glanced at the clock, returned her gaze to Kiara, and then scooped up another forkful of food. "You should order something if you're hungry, my treat. I'll take it back to the chef in a minute."

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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After letting out an amused exhale when Nick said he'd ordered extra food, Roman slid him his portion of the check and got up, giving Nick a departing pat on the shoulder as he left. Unlike on the way, the cool air was refreshing this time around. The crisp of the season tickled beneath his nose, but was quickly interrupted with the coming of vehicular exhaust and fresh asphalt. New York was a place of many people, sights, and--sometimes unfortunately--smells. His stomach was still unsettled as he walked back to Finn's, but inevitably he'd approached a pretzel stand, and inevitably he'd wanted one. It was one of his staples, and at this point he was sure 90% of him consisted of salt and dough. Had he not wasted money back at the restaurant, he would have indulged himself, but he wasn't entirely sure when he'd be working next, and he didn't want to use up all of his money so soon. If he was lucky, he might be able to get something small at Finn's. Like fries or something. Food was probably the best thing for him right now, as his stomach was holding nothing but the painkillers he'd taken not too long ago which were the reason for his nausea and slight vertigo. The sensation wasn't too overwhelming, as this had happened before, namely because he didn't like eating straight after waking. For once, he did wake up hungry, but had waited too long to put something in his body before the pills took effect.

When he was last in the basement, no one was really there, which was somewhat unusual. He was hoping it would be the same when he got there, but held onto his doubt the same way he held down the bile rising up his throat. When the ground took a sudden spin beneath his feet, he decided to sit down. Finn's was just a block or so away by this point, but he was convinced that if he kept going he'd vomit or succumb to the vertigo. For ten minutes, he sat and just breathed, catching bits and pieces of people's conversation as they passed. Roman reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette, wondering why he hadn't done so before. Immediately he could feel his body reacting, rewarding him for the damage he was ultimately doing to it. He picked up the habit when he was about seventeen. Or was he sixteen? It didn't matter really. He was starting to feel a bit more like himself, and as he looked in the direction of the bar, he figured he could make it, but decided to continue sitting because it was a nice day, and really he was just feeling lazy. The basement could get cramped very quickly, and although it was a place to sleep, he wouldn't really call it home; too little space for too many people with too many problems. It was why he went out when he could, just for the sake of being out really. There were obviously more people around him when he was out in the city, but the cluttered streets were a norm by this point, so they could easily be ignored, and it still felt more spacious out here--more anonymous.

As he was finishing his cigarette, a woman came and sat next to him on the bench. Although he was the only other person on it, she chose to sit closer to the middle, which was by default too close to him. He didn't refrain himself from cutting her a look, wondering why she couldn't scoot over. While he was being dramatic, and arguably just moody, he didn't think so. He liked his space and didn't understand why the woman was sitting that damn close when there was room on the side of the bench. This and the fact that he was done with his cigarette was enough to get him onto his feet and moving back towards the bar. Besides the little situation back there, the trip to Finn's was relatively solitary, and therefore relatively pleasant. The next couple of minutes to the pub passed peacefully and unbothered until he entered the slightly stuffy atmosphere of Finn's. It was no busier or emptier than it usually was, he noticed as he walked towards farthest end of the bar, a couple of seats from an older man with a scraggly beard and deep, protruding eye bags. He locked eyes with Finn and nodded him over. As he waited, he saw Kiara and Tee sitting in a both on the other side of the room. He sighed inwardly as he knew that wherever Tee was, Holly couldn't be too far, but as he glanced around, he didn't see--or more importantly--hear her. It was strange, but he didn't focus on it for too long, mostly because he didn't care, and and also because Finn had come to him. "What?"

"Can you spot me a sprite?" Roman said. Finn grumbled under his breath some before leaving and returning with a sprite. "Thanks," he said, beginning to wonder if he should've just leeched a drink off Finn instead of soda, although the former probably wasn't the greatest of choices. This made him think of Brooke, who was honestly just an alcoholic in denial, but was the reason why he half expected to see her at the bar. If she wasn't downstairs or out and about, it wasn't out of the ordinary to see her up here having a drink, although she had a steady supply for herself. This made him get off the stool after deciding to try his luck finding her. He wanted a drink because his unsettled state was putting him in a sort of mood. He'd take it with some pills to amp the effect, that was if Brooke wasn't in a stingy mood, or if she was even here. He had half the mind to ask Kiara or Tee if they knew, but he continued towards the back without doing so. As he opened the door to the basement, he was greeted with the sound of Holly's hyper, enthusiastic voice. He mentally prepared himself--which involved him trying to tune her out while he could and even considering going back upstairs--as he sipped on his sprite some more and went down the steps. First he noticed Isaac in his respective part of the basement, and Colton sleeping in his own. As Killens passed, he gave Isaac a quick nod of acknowledgement. If he'd been trying to pay attention, he would have noticed on the way down that the other voice besides Holly's belonged to Cara, but it had escaped him. "Hey, Brooke," he said as he turned the corner of the wall that separated Nick and Brook's space from the rest of the basement. He saw Holly leaning over Brooke on her bed, not unsurprisingly, but he also saw Cara trying to pull her away. What the bloody hell? Had he not spoken, he would've quietly turned around and left, but it was a bit too late for that. Instead, he recovered quickly and hovered against the wall, waiting for whatever was happening in front of him to be be finished so he could talk to Brooke, whom he was giving a look that could only be translated into "What the fuck is going on?"

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ImageOne plus side to living in a basement with nine other people was that they didn't actually like to spend that much time together if they could avoid it. So, during the day, the room was fairly empty. And even if someone was home, they were likely sleeping something off. So, before long, Isaac was left in silence.

Tee was working, who knew where Nick or Oliver was, and the girls were off in a bustle of noise that made Isaac even happier he'd declined shopping. It would have been fun, sure, but not in the mood he was currently in. Instead, he was happy to sit on his bed with only a sleeping Colton for company. It was fantastic, really.

He sat down, curled up with his old battered copy of The Catcher in the Rye, and had every intention of drowning in the nostalgia of the awful crush he'd had on Holden Caulfield as a teen. It was the perfect way to ignore the nausea still churning in his stomach, and the headache that refused to go away. He could sleep, sure, but it wasn't that bad yet. So yeah, he had a plan.

At least until he saw Roman out of the corner of his eye. Honestly, it'd become kind of a game at some point; 'how long can Killens be in the same room before you look at him?'. Isaac was aware it was vaguely creepy, and completely pointless, but he couldn't help the way his breath just kind of...stopped. And that weird desire to just be...near him. It wasn't even that he wanted more than that, really. It was like a schoolboy crush...he just wanted to sit next to him. It was almost unbearable, actually.

And Isaac would not look at him. Roman was probably just going to nap anyway, no need to go over there and bother him. Even if he did go over there, what would he talk about? Roman was a fairly quiet person, he didn't want someone like Isaac yapping in his ear without purpose. In all the time Isaac had been in the basement, they'd only had a handful of conversations. Not that that stopped Isaac from wanting to sit next to him at the bar...or hoping to catch his eye at some point, just for a moment. And Isaac would have to remind himself for hours later just what 'heterosexual' meant, to shut his stupid fluttering heart up.

Why was he standing up? When did that happen? His book was in his hand, thumb marking his page, because he'd realized at some point Roman was actually awake, focusing on nothing really, so why not go bother him? Since evidently Isaac had less control over his body than a seventeen year old. "Hey," he said when he reached the cot by Roman's bed, leaning on the wall so he could casually look at his feet. Oh, right, because he was a creeper who stared on his own time, and didn't take advantage of actually getting to look at the other male when in his presence? Made sense.

Isaac's fingers fiddled with the corner of his book for a moment while his brain scrambled to come up with something to talk about. He'd already opened his mouth, it was too late to back out now, or to change directions for the bathroom. Bored? No. Want a drink? still a little early, and Isaac wasn't sure if his stomach could handle another one. Hair of the Dog hadn't been a brilliant idea. Wanna share a joint? He almost laughed at the last one, but then it made him realize something.

He did actually have something he needed to talk to Roman about, though he'd planned to wait until the other man came to him, he did have the option. And they were mostly alone, so not a bad timing opportunity either. "I've got some of that stuff you like...if you're running low." Good. No pressure. All is fine. Isaac was pathetic, but that was nothing new.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens

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He had been training his attention on a small part of the wall when Isaac came over. At first he wasn't sure if he'd actually heard anything, and so his response was delayed when he finally turned to see Isaac standing near him. He looked down to the book in his hand. Good choice. Roman had almost forgot that Isaac, or even Colton really, was in the basement. It would seem that much of the noise in the basement came from the girls; the boys tended to be more relaxed and quiet, which Roman was appreciative for. He didn't mind sharing a space with others so long as it was relatively easy to forget they existed in the first place. Isaac wasn't very loud himself and seemed to enjoy his own company which was why Killens was slightly taken aback by him coming over. They'd spoken before, but that could be said about everyone in the basement. And, like mostly everyone, he didn't really know the guy that well. The most involved interaction he'd ever had with Isaac occurred over the summer when he went to him for pills. Knowing he was pretty fucked up himself in that aspect, Roman supposed his luck couldn't be too bad in asking since Nick was no longer an option. It was awkward enough for him to even have to go to a near stranger for help, so he hadn't repeated the act since then.

Killens watched him with a slight raise of the brow as he began wondering what Isaac wanted. Although he made it a point for no one in the basement to know the extent of his past, that included his 'intellectual gift' for lack of a better term, he was completely stupid to Isaac's feelings towards him. This could be partly explained in Roman's own degree of conceitedness but just as it was hard for people to read him, sometimes he had difficulty reading other people. Of course, 'difficulty' was really just a nicer way of saying lack of interest. When Isaac finally mentioned why he came over, Killens wasn't quite prepared for what to do. He looked at him for a hard second as he wasn't entirely sure what the fuck he was talking about. "Oh," he said when he finally understood, remembering back to their exchange a few months back. Roman sat up and looked over to Colton instinctively, wanting to make sure no one else was around to hear. It wasn't so much that he was embarrassed really, but he didn't want people in his business.

His stash wasn't low just yet, by the grace of God. He really didn't need anymore but he convinced himself that he did. What he had had gotten him sick (he chose to ignore the fact that he was overseeing his misuse of the drugs), and not only that, but the cooler weather was making him ache more. Isaac probably had something stronger since there was no telling what else the kid could get a hold of. He told himself that he deserved this. It wasn't a problem if he was just trying to take care of himself, and Isaac was offering. But then he remembered reality and in reality he barely had enough money to last him until his next unscheduled fight. Killens sat up with a groan that was more due to his body's reaction to the movement and less due to Isaac. "Look," he said as he sipped on the sprite that was barely half gone. "If you're looking for quick money, so am I. I'd be indulging us both if I said yes, but I'm broke."

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Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens

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Despite being an emotionally inexpressive person, when it came to some things, it was apparent--sometimes too apparent--what he was thinking. This mostly happened when he was being judgmental and was reacting too quickly to remain collected, or sometimes if he was just in a mood like now where he was too lethargic to really care about concealing what was going through his mind. So he didn't think twice when he raised his brow higher at the sound of Isaac saying he was good on cash. That was hard to believe, not because of Isaac himself, but simply because they were all living in a basement. It was clear none of them were very doing very well. Of course, Killens would just take Isaac's word for it and wouldn't prod him about it although his face clearly demonstrated some level of speculation, albeit it being somewhat unenthused speculation. Hell, if anything he was now more so curious about what Isaac did to be 'solid' financially. He wasn't knowledgeable about what the guy did to make money, and he didn't care for too much longer as it was just a passing thought and Isaac had continued to speak.

"Mhm," Roman muttered as he finished swallowing the rest of his sprite. He dangled his hand over his legs and spun the soda some, listening to the remaining liquid. The sound that played back was hollowed, the can itself light. As he thought about it, he remembered he wasn't entirely a fan of Sprite. It wasn't bad, but it was too carbonated--kinda hurt. If anything, he could at least be grateful for a little sugar rush, but that didn't apply to him. If he had too much sugar in one sitting, he'd just get really groggy and tired. The fact that he could still go for a nap right about now wasn't helping either. "Well, I don't know why you fucking care, quite frankly," he began drowsily, his words muffled by the yawn that escaped as he spoke. He took a moment to finish before proceeding. "But I'm not going to beg you to take my money."

He finished the last of his soda, deciding he'd just go ahead and discard it, just for the hell of it. He was relatively good when it came to keeping up with his things, although there were some hints of disorganization. There were times though, like now, where he felt the need to go ahead and get rid of any trash he had. Even though he could have just as easily gone up to the bar, he saw this as an opportunity to have a smoke and so decided he'd hit the alley instead. Roman stood up, stretching in the process as he placed a cigarette between his lips. "Just give it when you got it. So long as the others aren't around," he said as he grabbed his jacket and slipped it on, remembering that it was a bit chilly today. He glanced at Isaac and held the open pack of cigarettes in his direction. "For your services," he said. He was normally quite stingy about his cigarettes and really only offered them to Nick, but they both shared with each other, so it wasn't even too big a deal. The guy had just caught Roman in a relatively blasé mood which was why he didn't mind giving one. Besides, like Isaac said, sharing is caring.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens

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ImageWas it even fair that a person could raise a singular eyebrow that high? And why was it so damn sensual? Isaac couldn't raise his eyebrow that high...he could barely even lift one instead of both of them, and that had taken long hours of practice in front of the mirror. He was also letting his thoughts ramble distractedly, so his own much-too-emotional face didn't give away the fact that he knew Roman had caught him lying about the state of how deep his pockets went. At least, lying a little bit. Of course he needed money, they all did, they lived in a basement under a pub. But he didn't need it so bad he would starve, either.

He did know Killens well enough to know if the conversation just kept moving, the man wouldn't care enough to press the subject, and so the moment was over in mere seconds. Was he staring too much? He probably was. Probably focused a little too intently on the way Roman's hand fit around his cup, rolling it slightly so they could both still hear the swish of whatever liquid was still in it. Water maybe? Isaac didn't know. He wanted to know. Because he was hopeless. He really needed to get his life together. His eyes snapped back up when the man spoke again, and god how he wanted to admit that he didn't know why he fucking cared either. He really shouldn't. The way his heart jumped every time Roman even walked into a room lead to madness. And he was well aware of that. What he should care about doing was keeping his distance, not using every single excuse possible to talk to him. Straight boys would break his heart, without even being aware of it. He knew that.

Stretching was unfair. Really fucking unfair. And Isaac did not have the kind of self control to keep his gaze from drifting down Roman's body when he stood. The man had a nice build, obviously, he was a fighter...there were muscles that pulled in his arms, lean as they may be...and he was taller than Isaac, maybe a little lanky, but evidently that was the kind of thing Isaac was into. Why did he do this to himself? Oh and now they were adding cigarettes. Fantastic. Of course Isaac knew Killens smoked, a lot of them did, but it didn't stop it from being so. fucking. attractive. Also, he really shouldn't enjoy watching a boy put on clothes so much, but he did, he really did. It was just the way Roman moved. It was all too much to handle, really. Isaac barely even realized Killens was speaking, but managed to understand the words quick enough to raise his hand to his head and salute. Of course he wouldn't offer drugs when the others were around, he knew better. He did not know better than to use the hand his book was holding to salute, which was stupid, but whatever. Saluting was stupid in the first place. What was his problem?

He was just about to step off the wall and go back to his own bed - and probably groan into his arms for an hour, since Roman was obviously making to leave the basement and wouldn't hear - when the open pack of cigarette's being held his way stopped him. He didn't need one. He didn't even particularly like nicotine, which wasn't as smooth as marijuana, but...he was obviously too far gone to reject anything Roman was actually offering. So he took one with a smile and a nod, a barely mumbled 'appreciated', before sliding the slender tube behind his ear out of habit. He really had half the mind to say he'd be happy to join Killens for a smoke, but he squashed that down fast. For one thing, regardless of how much the man made him feel like a blushing teenager again, he wasn't. For another, he knew the guy liked his alone time, and he'd already trampled on that once. It was fine. Whatever. He could go back, finish his book, and in a couple of days when Roman was alone, he'd get a chance to talk to him again. He and his stupid, stupid crush could wait until then.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart

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ImageAfter Roman left, Isaac decided he had two choices. One, he could go lay down in his bed, groan into his pillow, and wonder what he was doing with his life. Or two, he could collect himself and actually go do something. Colton was asleep and Holly was out, so that meant Tee was probably free. Working, but was besides the point.

Still, he definitely needed a pick-me-up or his bad mood was just going to get worse. He went back to his own part of the room to kneel down under his bed and get his hands on his lock box. It was mostly just copies of his legal shit - social security card, birth certificate, an expired license, that kind of stuff - and a few bills from the clinic he still hadn't paid off. Followed by a rather frightening stack of gay porn that hid his drugs and what little cash he didn't keep on him. He figured if anyone really wanted into his stash, they'd flip through the smut to get to it anyway, but it was a good deterrent.

So he popped a few advils to deal with the pounding in his head and the left over nausea, and then threw back a few adderalls while he was at it. Which should do the trick, at least for a quick fix. Then he ran a hand through his hair, made sure his cigarette was tucked safely behind his ear, and made his way upstairs after putting everything back together.

He found Lateefah easily enough. She was still working, so Isaac chose his favorite seat and waited until she finally had enough time for him. "Tee," he complained, in a whine he was notorious for when he wanted something. "I'm bored. Please tell me you get off soon so I can bother you and not have to go back downstairs to regret all my life decisions." To be fair, Isaac regretted quite a lot of his life decisions, but he could also handle that on a daily basis. Homeless and an addiction problem were a lot easier to deal with than hopeless crushes. That last one sucked the most, and he really wanted a distraction from thinkin about it.

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Character Portrait: Holly Maddon Character Portrait: Isaac Rankin Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Lateefah Ekwensi-Hart Character Portrait: Kiara Moore Character Portrait: Colton King Character Portrait: Cara Forrester

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Location: Manhattan, NY
Date: Friday, October 16th 2015
Time: 10:00 PM