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Ethel Park

"Facing yourself is the biggest value."

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a character in “The Secret Life of Adulting”, as played by SofiUnnie

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{"There is no quitting in my dictionary". }




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|Full Name|
Ethel Park | Hae-Eun Park

|Nickname|
Ettie | DJ Elysium

|Birthday|
November, 2nd
Scorpio

|Age|
24

|Nationality|
Korean-American

|Occupation|
Part-time model, who still would like to get back into acting.
Aside of it all, she is DJing, to get enough money for her auditions and acting classes.

|Sexuality|
Bi-curious, but still doesn't know if she would like to seek into it more.

|Apartment Number|
The Daffodil Building,
Apartment 1B

|Hometown|
Seattle




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{"I can only trust myself. I can only trust what I can see.". }




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|Quirks & Habits|
o Tends to speak a lot, when drunk.
o Can be contradicting at times.
o Wears glasses, but doesn't actually need them.
o Tendency to read books or newspapers upside down - says it is a good brain-training for her.
o Snores pretty loud, while in deep sleep or when super tired.
o Has to touch something or someone, if Ethel suddenly wants to know how it/they feels/feel to the touch.
o Addictive laugh.

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
Can learn any given coreography quickly.
Great at memorizing things.
Animals and kids seem to melt in her hands.
Can punch quite hard.
Hard worker.
Will give everything in her power and simply doesn't give up.
Doesn't care what race people are or what sexual orientation or gender they have. It is all about the personality and belief.
Knows how to box in a moderate level.
Currently taking MMA classes.

|Flaws/Weakness|
Can't cook and often manages to hurt herself more than to actually create something.
Sometimes has attitude problems, which can cause her falling into arguments with other people.
Ethel acting sexy and sensual can lead her into misunderstandings with opposite sex quite often, but she can't help it, because it is part of whom she is.
Often overworks herself and forgets to eat and sleep properly.
Tends to smoke occasionally, mostly in social situations.
Despite being a DJ, Ethel hardly ever goes out to party.

|Hobbies|
o Visiting animal sanctuaries to help out as a volunteer, as much as her free time or schedule allows.
o Re-desinging clothes that she finds from trift stores or from sales.
o Collecting orchids.
o Dancing.
o Boxing and martial arts.

|Fears|
ø Afraid that her father would get out of jail and come to haunt her, although Ettie knows that this fear is useless.
ø Crazy fear of butterflies.
ø Ethel has taped all webcams and other such camera holes in, due to being paranoid. It has partially something to do with her past.
ø Has unidentified fear, when someone puts a lit lighter or candle close to her face or skin, making her to be careful around fire.
ø Needles.

|Secrets|
Trusts people to an extent, never actually really letting them in.
Ethel caused her little brother to die, although it wasn't actually her fault, but her father led her to believe that.
Has a stalker, that appears in her life on and off.
Due to her stalker, she can't use dating apps or date in overall. Ethel has to be super careful using her usual social media, as well.
Was sold by her father during her child acting time. Her father used to be her manager.

|Goals/Dreams|
o To finally reach to a point, where she isn't constantly reminded of her past drama and for people to finally understand, that Ethel is not the same anymore. The talent is still present and this is all that matters for her.
o To get rid of her stalker and actually start living a fulfilling life.
o To find herself a boyfriend (or girlfriend), whom she would let in more than anyone else before.
o To finally get her real breakthrough in acting and modeling.
o To perform at Coachella, Wonderland and other major events as a DJ.




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{"Helplessly I watch my old self. I promise I will be better.". }




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|Personality|


|Colorful| |Confident| |Playful| |A Troll| |Stubborn|

Ethel is someone whom no one should ever underestimate, although there are often times, where she does let off being simply a foolish young girl with naive mind, but it is just one of these masks she has pulled on herself. Having gone through a fast lane of a career as a child, and it burning in bright flames just before she was able to realize that it was all over. That nightmare had been over and the person that cause her all of this hurt was behind bars - and even then, Ethel had lost all of his confidence along with self-esteem. Climbing back out from that endless darkness, she somehow had managed and through years, her heart healed, yet not entirely. She never had any true friends, until the female moved to San Fransisco and into one of those apartments. This was, when she learned about the value of having your own circle and a proper support system. A family of sorts, really.

Despite all the agony that she still goes through every single moment, when someone reminds her of whom she used to be or points out the scandal and embarassement around her father and herself, the only feeling she feels is wanting to run away and just forget about everything that ever happened. Sure, Ethel has done everything in her power to get better, but it doesn't mean it won't hurt - and that hurt keeps crawling on the back of her neck constantly. Using her skill in acting, one of her many faces that she keeps around is one side of herself - the bubbly goofball with slight attitude problems. Having keeping it up for such a long time, she has actually kinda become one with it. More and more, Ethel has noticed that she prefers to be like this rather than letting her sadness drown over her and take her away. Thus the reason of her working and keeping herself busy as much as possible, this often resulting to forgetting about food and sleep, until one of her flatmates or friends around basically make her succumb and there she is, falling asleep in the arms of someone she conciders a family.

There are often moments, when Ethel is found out to being the trickster around, playing silly little pranks on others - just innocent enough to bring more happiness and joy into the day. Sometimes, though, Ettie manages to piss people off with her innocent trolling, and it may cause her to clash - soon enough she would come by and apologize, not wanting any grudge between her and her friends. There are moments, however, when her stubborness kicks in and she just can't let go over the smallest, pettiest and silliest things that may have triggered either her confidence, self-esteem or something entirely else.

Despite not being the type to party a lot - although she would love to! - Ethel seems like one for sure. With her fresh wit and cockiness, there is always something that she thinks up, when boredome is present and she won't be afraid to try anything new. Having taken on boxing and MMA was certanly something aout of her usual, sensitive characteristics, but that is Ethel for you - unpredictable. For all the past mistakes, this young woman is in constant search for her true self, and every time she feels like she has found another piece of that puzzle, she is pushed back into hiding - mainly by her stalker that Ethel keeps hidden and as a secret. For the time being, she has explained her moodswings and temperament changes that he brings forth on the overworking and sleep depravation.


|Likes|
Post-grunge rock Baby animals Taking polaroid photos Autumn Laying in snow and watching the starry skies Sining lullabies Dee's cuisine Action movies Artistic movies Cuddling with friends Playing silly videogames Sour candy Hip-hop Electronic music Sitting on rooftop Adrenaline Keeping in shape Dancing in the rain Fashion


|Dislikes|
Country music Abuse Paparazzi Too hot of a weather Her stalker Whenever her mother calls Being sloppy Bruises and cuts Butterflies Hospitals Brother's death anniversary Touched inappropriately Being chased by gossip news outlets Her natural, brown hair Catcalling Being called nasty names by random people Her past memories Her father Being told to get a manager Being said no to possible parts due to her scandal People placing words into her mouth People assuming things about her




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{"Lend me your hand, help me out of this miserable end". }



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|Place of Origin|
Was born in South-Korea, Busan; but moved to US, when she was three years old, and since then she was in acting and a child star until age of fifteen.

|Family Tree|
Michael Lee | Father | In Prison
Annabel Lee | Mother | In New York, in a mental institution
Evan Lee | Younger Brother | Deceased

Adrian Torino | Like a father for her | FBI Investigator

|Happiest Memory|
The very first proper live as a DJ Elysium. It was in one of the biggest, most popular and elite nightclubs in the area and she was there as the main performer. It is still one of her best performances to this day.

|Saddest Memory|
The disappearance of her little brother, Evan. She was devastated and out of her mind, trying to do everything that was in her power, and even then it wasn't enough. It was all put on her in the end.





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{"All of this was for something bigger, but... will I win this game of life?". }





|History|

Born to a small family of actors in Busan, South-Korea, they moved to America as soon as Ethel managed to pick the interest of a movie there and this was the moment, when everything had started. From tv-series to commercials, from stages to big movies, Ethel was eventually the face of the company she had been signed into. Her father took the role of being her manager, and for the time being, everything was too good to be true. Of course, he worked her to sickness and poor health constantly, more and more as the years passed through - only because he had become greedier and greedier over the money his daughter earned. Everything went into his pocket, and Ethel got nothing out of it.

Some of the light shone on her, when she became older sister to Evan, younger brother who was complete opposite to her in personality and eventually she did everything to avoid being in the same room with him. As Evan grew, the more Ethel saw of him being as if copy-paste out of their father, whom had started to manipulate her, abuse her, beat her and talk her down. Ethel' fame continued and during all those interviews, she kept smiling and being happy, yet actually hiding everything that was truly going on behind the scenes. Her mother, Annabel, had turned a blind eye to everything, having gotten the same treatement from him long before Ethel' birth and did what was in her power to avoid any further conflict and let him pour out everything on their poor, innocent daughter.

When Evan was six, Ethel had been babysitting him in one of their holiday homes during winter while father was nowhere to be found and mother had been sleeping early, due to the strong pills. They had been outside, building tiny snowmen, when Evan suddenly disappeared. Ethel had been telling him to come inside and get out of those wet clothes, but that boy didn't listen to her and had gone over to the forbidden, frozen lake, only to confront with their father, whom had been drinking heavily nearby there. Whatever went down, Evan disappeared that night without a sight. The search continued throughout the winter, Ethel still working, until this little body was found in the spring. It was years later, when their father spilled that he had been behind killing Evan and that he blamed it all on Ethel, which the poor woman still is unknown of (but she has always suspected her father), which also was the reason of her mother being in a mental asylum. Only the FBI knows about the real reasons about Evan and to keep Ethel' sanity and life safe, they haven't told about it to anyone.

Finally, in age of fifteen, Ethel spoke about what had really been going on and had contacted FBI on her own accord. Michael was put to jail for the murder of a minor, for all the abuse, for stealing all the money from Ethel, for selling her body to famous people in entertainment, for child prostitution, for so many more. The scandal and case was all over the place, and although he was going to sit there more than for a life, Ethel was still scared of him.

After all the therapy she had gone through, Ethel managed to graduate high-school through internet courses and moved out of the place, where she had been living alone and under custody of FBI. Cutting all ties with her mother, she moved to San Fransisco and since then has been living there and trying to get new chance for the life she never had.



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{"One day I will be the best version of myself". }






Hold me under, but now I'm well,
(You're never, never gonna break me down),
And you ripped my heart out, but now I'm well,
(You're never, never gonna break me down),
And you stole my soul, but now I'm whole.
Now I'm whole.


So begins...

Ethel Park's Story

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Everyone loves to talk about the more exciting days, the big days. The days when they're all attending some extravagant, drunken party on the beach, or the super posh wedding of a classmate no one actually cares about but you go because you were invited to a place where there is free food, and in this day and age, who turns down the prospect of free food? People are pressed about the holidays and the trips out of state, or simply out of the city that they live in. And while the Outside Lands Music Festival is something a particular group of San Francisco residents are looking forward to for tomorrow, today is just another Thursday. There are some getting ready for tomorrow's festivities, making plans to arrive when their faves are set to perform, deciding how to sneak in food so as not to be tempted to spend money. Others are just trying to make it through the rest of the day, the sun already beginning to set as make our way into the evening. As we make our way to winding down and forgetting about the very long day Thursdays always turn out to be...

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park
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Location: Park to Home
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At least until a certain point in the day, most people very well acquainted with Aramis will know that he keeps a very strict schedule. This is probably convenient for anyone who lives with him, as they can pretty reliably know when he will be home everyday barring some sort of work conflict. Today had not been a day of schedule variations. At 6:00am, he went to the gym for an hour of strength training. At 7:15, he went to the café next to his gym that he eats breakfast at almost every morning. By now they have his order ready when he walks in, ballcap on and dressed stylishly but not conspicuously. This is not out of fear of being recognized- Aramis is a far cry from the sort of famous that needs to worry about this. This has been his everyday style since he was in high school: nice, dark jeans with a Henley or maybe a casual button-down and a lightweight hoodie or sweater. He, as one might expect, eats the same thing every weekday morning: one hot Jasmine Tea, one small Black Coffee, and a veggie lovers breakfast sandwich (eggs, spinach, tomatoes, and provolone on a croissant).

Of course, by now that part of his day is long past. After a day spent at several different sites for a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, he is enjoying his evening jog. Or rather, he is enjoying the very end of his morning jog as he winds down to a slower pace that might be closer to the average's person's leisurely run. For him it is like slowing to a crawl, and is done simply so that he has a chance to take his phone out of the band which keeps it tightly against his bicep and scroll through his playlist to find a slower song to play. He settles on River, by Leon Bridges, just as the red building Aramis calls home comes into sight.

One of his roommates, the younger Watanabe sibling, is several meters in front of him such that Aramis can see him heading into the building while he is still walking towards it. The color of the apartment is one of the things Aramis has always been so fond of about it. The red is warm and homey, giving the building a very welcoming vibe. Before walking inside and up to his unit, Aramis stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath of the incoming evening air. The setting sun has made everything golden, as though one could breathe in honey and sunbeams. It may be quite unoriginal, but this is Aramis's favorite time of day.

Having had enough of that, he finally heads up and into the apartment. "I'm home!" he announces, more a gesture of courtesy than anything else. Kenta is sprawled out on the couch, not an uncommon sight since he came to live with Naomi and Aramis.

"How was your day?" Aramis opens the fridge and grabs a seltzer from the door of it. "Is Naomi back yet?"


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Location: Apartment 1B
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Josie has spent most of her day doing much of the same but in a variety of places. She is working on concept panels for an advertisement that she has been hired on as a contractor to help do the animation for. In search of inspiration and a respite from being cooped up in her own room for too long, Josie has brought her drawing tablet with her to several places in the neighborhood by now: the park, the Mighty Bean, the communal area of the red building, and now back to her room again. She has the window pushed all the way up to let in fresh air, and has been sitting with her knee poking out the window as she sits on the very small sill of it for the past good chunk of time. Her room is the one with the window over the Daffodil building's clock, so many people who have looked up to check the time have caught sight of the redhead completely absorbed in her work. This location means there have also probably been more than a few people who have seen her leaning out of her window to blow smoke or, most concerningly, seen her changing when the girl is in a hurry and forgets to draw her curtains.

Of course, the worry about people seeing her smoking or changing has very rarely, if every, crossed Josie's mind. She has never been one to worry too much about anything at all, although recent changes in her life may push her in a direction that require her to be a bit more thoughtful about her life in general. Josie has been lucky to land jobs with some regularity, but now that she cannot fall back on her mom and dad's money she is going to have to find a more secure position- perhaps with an actual company that enforces a real schedule. The idea of that isn't one that Josie loves. This is perhaps why she is trying to focus so much on her current paying project, despite her normal tendency to have difficulty focusing on a work project for long periods of time.

Her phone buzzes with a distraction that Josie cannot resist- Deanna. The sound gives Josie a jolt and nearly sends her teetering out of the window. The young woman's hand shoots up and grabs the sides of the window before she runs the risk of falling out and breaking her back (at best). "Fudge," her words come out in a gasp but in her surprise a bit of her southern accent sneaks through. Properly spooked, Josie hurries back onto her bed (which is against the window), and lowers the window until it is just cracked open.

To Mi Familia
MSG I wasn't sure about coming but that ;D sealed the deal.

Josie walked out into the common area of her apartment and bursts into a smile when she sees one of her roommates in the kitchen. She has this way of making every greeting feel like she hasn't seen you in days and has been looking forward to your next meeting since the last one you had. Her grandma often likened Josie to a silly puppy, and this certainly contributed to the sentiment. It's too bad her grandma preferred cats.


"Ettie! When'd you get back?"

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park
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Twyla had just finished working on the commercial she had been working on for the past week. It was for some sort of perfume that was supposed to smell like a tropical breeze but in her opinion it smelled more like cat shit. Of course she wasn't able to tell the company her thoughts on the product or they would fire her on the spot. That was the last thing she needed. If she wanted her career to take off, she had to just push those thoughts to the back of her mind and deal with it like a grown woman.

"Alright, that's a wrap! Great job everyone!" the director of the commercial stated, signaling that it was officially the end of the commercial shoot and that it was time for everyone to head out.

Twyla let out a relieving sigh because she desperately needed a cigarette at the moment. She made her way into the dressing room and changed into her own clothes, which consisted of a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. She pulled her jacket on over her arms, grabbed her purse and began to head out the building. Once she made it outside she lit herself a cigarette and checked her phone for messages.

To: Mi Familia Group Chat
"Wonderful! I'll be there after I get home and shower. Looking forward to some food right now!"

Twyla sent the message and slid her phone back into her pocket as she stopped at the sidewalk and started her walk home. Thankfully it was only a couple blocks away, so it wasn't going to take very long for her to get home.

Once she arrived at the Daffodil building, she looked up at it with a warm smile before making her way inside and towards her apartment. When she stepped inside, she heard her roommates in the kitchen, she made her way through the living room and into the kitchen, noticing that Ethel still looked to be sick and Josie was just as chipper as always. "Hey girls," she greeted to them before focusing her full attention on Ethel. "You've been sick for a while. You should probably go see a doctor if it keeps getting worse," she stated in concern as she reached into the refrigerator for a bottle of water.

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park
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Deanna could admit – and only to herself because those shady remarks and looks her friends gave her always made her more indignant than she needed to be – that she was absolutely shitty at parking. Well – that wasn’t fair. She was decent at parking; she obviously passed her driver’s test and with a good score, if she remembered correctly. She just couldn’t do parallel parking, which was the only reason why she didn’t snatch up the parking spot that would have put her directly in front of her building. She probably could have attempted to maneuver her way in if she just took her time, but that required so much energy and attention and Deanna’s nerves couldn’t handle it. Her default ringtone went off just as she saddled on past the Daffodil building, but instead of answering the phone or risking a chance at parallel parking, Deanna scurried on down the block, did a U-turn, and came back to park on the opposite corner. A walk across the street was not going to hurt her, she decided.

However, her cloud of positive energy dissipated when she finally did park and take a moment to check her phone, her entire frame freezing at the unknown number. It’s just a number, she told herself, willing her suddenly thundering heart to believe it, though her resistance to the panic was futile. When she had moved off of campus and into her apartment, Deanna had changed her cellphone number and didn’t give it to the same people. Gabriel was probably the only individual from her former friend group – if she could even call them that – who received her new number. She had just gotten so tired of the anxiety and fear that came with ignoring Ricky’s calls, so she had literally thrown the phone away – after throwing it against the wall and what an explanation she had given to her then only roommate at the time! – and bought a new one. There had been peace for a time, but in the last four months, she kept getting random calls. It wasn’t Ricky’s number; that much she knew. But her instinct still told her it was him. Ethel’s text eventually popped up underneath the mixed call and Deanna shook herself out of it, even as she felt the slight tremor in her hand as she began to text a response.

To: Ethel
oh no, bb. Im heading in now. Need 2 talk?

To: Mi Familia
yaayyy!! Heading in now. got 2 bottles of wine & there’s tequila

Deanna felt robotic even as she sent the messages she knew everyone else would recognize from her usual self, distant in that way that felt like she knew it was her body performing the actions, yet she didn’t feel like it was her. She needed a glass of wine. She needed to start cooking and block out the knot in her stomach with the sound of popping oil, sizzling meat, and chatter. Which was why she hurried up, threw her phone into her purse, grabbed all of the bags, and quickly made her way across the street and into the Daffodil building.


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Ahhh, what a relief that she wasn't home alone. Seeing Josie made Ethel smile bright, or as bright one could after getting more and more sick as it seemed. "Hi babygirl!" The blondie chipped back in a fake cheerfulness, grabbing her cup and heading over to grab some hot water and tea or just coffee. The letter from jail and from her father was peeking out of her heavy handbag, but she didn't really notice it. If anyone ever found that, she would break down in panic instantly. Being open about her past was really hard, and the issue of trusting someone over her limit was scaring Ethel more than she could ever describe. After all, her innocence had been robbed by some perverted movie director, when she was underage and didn't even had her first period yet.

"Just a moment ago," she finally replied, a sudden flash of coldness running over her skin and making her grab her own self into a tight embrace. Her intuition was screaming at her to stay home and heal that cold out, but she chose to ignore it... again. Noticing Twyla get back home as well, she smiled, but it was instant turn off as soon as Ethel heard the comment of being sick. So... she had been caught.

"Yeah, but I will be fine. Couple of meds and a hot tea and it will pass in no tim!" "Lies, you are such a liar," she scolded herself in her own mind and took a sip from her cup, staring at her friends, trying to convince them - and herself - that she was some kind of a superwoman. "Besides, I have no time to be sick." She grabbed her phone and saw one of her besties' message, and quickly replied, only to notice the group messages flooding her phone as well.

MSG: Dee
"Just come, when you can. Don't want to take you away from all those preps for the dinner!"

MSG: Mi Familia
"I don't know if I can make it today. Have acting classes!"

Ethel was trying to skip out of it again, although she knew perfectly well that Deanna would leave some food beside until she got back home to all of their little family after classes, but Ettie somehow felt that if her roomies saw that message, they would make her stay in with all means necessary. She didn't want to admit that it was something she certanly needed at that day.

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park
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All Twyla was able to do was just nod her head at her roommate's words. She knew Ethel was always the type of person to not let anything such as being sick get in the way of things she had to do, but sometimes enough was just enough in Twyla's opinion. "Just take care of yourself," was all Twyla was able to get out before she turned to head over to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and set her purse and jacket down on her bed and plopped down on the edge. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked over all the messages she had missed. When she noticed the response Ethel sent, she just shook her head. At some point there had to be a time when she would just give in and take a day or two off in order for her to get better. But deep down Twyla knew that was most likely never going to happen. The only way it would was if she and Josie talked her into it or otherwise put, forced her into it.

She set her phone down on the bed and stood to her feet. She needed to get a shower before she even thought about heading over to Deanna's for dinner. If there were one thing she hated about her job, was all of the hairspray, makeup, etc. they always put on you. Twyla was honestly shocked she hadn't broken out in acne yet because of the makeup they used all the time. Though to be honest she was quite happy she hadn't.

Twyla took her shower and got dressed before heading out of her room. "Alright girls, I'm heading to Deanna's. See you later," she stated as she departed from the apartment and closed the door behind her. She found her way over to the stairs and traveled down to the next floor. She found herself standing at the door of 1A and knocked before opening it up and allowing herself inside. Of course she knew when there was a big get together there was no need to knock, but even so, she always did it just to allow them to know someone new was around.

"Hey everyone!" she stated as she entered the apartment. Immediately she was taken in by the delicious smell of the food. "Smells good Dee!" she stated as she closed the door behind her.

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Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Vincent Reyes Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park
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Josie has a very large heart, and cares about other people, but she is also a bit dense. Dense enough that she doesn't catch on to the fact that Ettie is trying to keep her wilting state hidden behind a weak smile and a mug of tea. She doesn't register that when Ettie wraps herself up in her own arms, it is a sign of a chill that has only been getting worse recently. To Josie, it is just a nervous little gesture that misattributes to Ettie being nervous about class or just happy to be back in the comfort of their lovely apartment. So she smiles, bright but fooled, cut off from any response by her sharper roommate's entrance and observation. Twyla is not one who lets things slip by unnoticed very easily at all, and it shows in her immediate comments of concern. For her part, Josie's expression falls a little bit in realization of what she must have missed. The young woman may not always catch every clue, but when something is said out loud even she will realize her mistakes.

"Maybe Twyla's right, Ettie. You have to give yourself time to feel better. And if you don't get it treated and it gets worse? What if it's something really bad and you miss it? Or you'd have to go stay in the hospital for a long time? You know I work from home all day, I'm always willing to play nurse! It wouldn't be any inconvenience and I could- Oh, Dear," Josie catches herself starting to ramble on, and even she knows how bad she can get about going off on tangents. Her voice slows back down to a normal rate, still as gentle as ever.

"I'm sorry, I guess I get a little carried away," a little drawl slips out in her 'away', twanging in the second syllable of the word and revealing her Texan origins. Of course, her accent may come more from her Mississipi Mom and Alabama Dad. A little apologetic half smile pulls at Josie's face.

"I'm just saying if you need anything, I'm here! But if you don't that's fine too. Do you want me to save you some food?" By this point Josie has gotten a little ding in her phone, which had been sagging down the pocket of her (slightly too warm for the season) flannel. Her face lights up at the sight of a text from Vincent, one of her favorite people in the group of friends.

To: Vincent
Going to Dea's for dinner. You should come! & Ofc, what did you have in mind? Painting or Partying? Video games or some drink that starts with a V I can't think of?


Of course, as soon as the text is sent the obvious answer hits her.

To Vincent
V for Vodka. Duh. & Vendetta.

By now, Twyla is already ready and heading out to Dea's. Josie watches her go and then looks back at Ettie. "Sure you don't want to come? What if we play improv games at dinner- that could be like an interim thing to keep you warmed up for next class?"


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Aramis's eyebrows shoot up as Kenta's statement is cut off by the entrance of the very woman he was supposed to have beat to the trash. "Do you just have a Naomi radar or something?" he jokes before turning and smiling at Naomi. He likes Kenta well enough, but Naomi is the one he had originally chosen as his roommate and there is just a little indication of this in the greeting smile that he gives the two of them. It's not intentional, of course, but there is something a little less courtesy and a little more friendship in his greetings towards Naomi vs his greetings towards the more recent addition to the apartment. Give Kenta some more time on Aramis's radar, and this very likely will even out. But he's known Naomi a lot longer, through work and eventually their shared apartment space.

"No, I'm afraid not, but I do have high hopes for this weekend. The only thing melting at this very moment is me, I think," he evidences this by gulping down the cold bottle of seltzer in his hand. Once upon a time, Aramis had absolutely loathed the stuff. But it is part of how he kicked an old soda habit. Now he can't stand the syrupy sweetness of a bottle of pop, but loves the refreshing feeling of seltzer after a long jog. Still swallowing his drink, Aramis acknowledges Kenta with a wave of his hand as the youngest member of the apartment heads out for a rather customary dinner over at the Daffodil building. A customary dinner Aramis tends to skip out on, excusing it on a special diet or needing to workout whenever he can, unless it seems like absolutely everyone in the friend group is going. Even then, he will sometimes opt to go for a bike ride or relax with a newspaper instead. His reasoning for this is something he tends to try and protect.

Dea wouldn't say anything to reject an attempt by Aramis to hop in on her dinner, but she certainly wouldn't like it and Aramis certainly would never try to invade on someone's happy place like that. "I'll actually pass on Deanna's, Naomi, so don't worry about waiting up on me for that. I have some work stuff to look at," the excuse is not technically untrue, though he has cleared this weekend and doesn't have another job until next Tuesday.