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Twyla Varma

"What's wrong with being confident?"

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

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{"What's wrong with being confident?" }




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|Full Name|
Twyla Naomi Varma

|Nickname|
Twy {Short for her name}

|Birthday|
December 15, 1994

|Age|
24; Twenty-Four

|Nationality|
Indian

|Occupation|
Up-and-coming Actress {Works part time as a waitress until her acting career fully takes off}

|Sexuality|
Bisexual

|Apartment Number|
1B

|Hometown|
Chennai, India {Born} | Long Beach, California {17 - 24} | San Francisco, California {Present}




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{"It's time for me to take it, I'm the boss right now." }




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|Quirks & Habits|
❇ Tends to play with her hair a lot when she is flirting ❇ Crosses her legs and shakes her top leg when upset or bored ❇ Never leaves home without a bottle of lotion ❇ Always needs coffee when she wakes up ❇ When she feels uncomfortable she tends to zone out and daydream as if she were the only one in the room ❇

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
❇ Can hold her breath for 20 minutes ❇ Knows how to sew ❇ Is a great baker ❇ Knows a lot about psychology ❇ Can fold her body into a pretzel shape ❇

|Flaws/Weakness|
❇ Can't go over four hours without a cigarette ❇ Calling her chicken or saying she is scared ❇ Tends to overthink on some things, causing her to bring things out of proportion ❇ Has commitment issues ❇ She has never been very good at explaining things ❇

|Hobbies|
❇ Acting ❇ Writing Poetry ❇ Baking ❇ Browsing the internet ❇ Swimming ❇ Photography ❇

|Fears|
❇ Becoming a failure in her acting career ❇ Never being able to get her father's approval ❇ Being alone in the dark ❇ Big Storms ❇ Clowns ❇ Heights ❇

|Secrets|
❇She is a virgin, even though she tells everyone she isn't.❇
❇She posed in an erotic photo shoot a couple years back.❇
❇She wears contacts. When she takes them out, she wears glasses but doesn't let anyone see her with them.❇

|Goals/Dreams|
❇To become an internationally known actress.❇
❇To one day hear the words, "I'm proud of you," come out of her father's mouth.❇
❇One day she wants to climb Mount Everest, though she believes this is one dream she will never achieve.❇




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{"I make my own choice. Bitch, I run this show." }




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|Personality|

|Stubborn| |Hot Tempered| |Manipulative| |Outgoing| |Loyal|

Twyla has always been known to be a bit of a bitch towards people, whether she means it or not. She never really learned how to treat people, mainly because her parents were the same way. She followed their lead and doesn't realize what she is saying or doing is wrong. Because of this, she has been known to manipulate people in order to get her way, about any sort of situation you could possibly name. Sure Twyla has a soft side, just like everyone else does, but it's very seldom its shown.

It is never too difficult to set her off either. You could just look at her the wrong way and it could trigger her bitchy attitude in a heartbeat. Many people choose ot walk on their toes around her because they never know what could set her off. When she is drinking, she is the polar opposite though. So she usually tends to stay away from alcohol as much as possible because she doesn't want anyone to see her vulnerable side. Twyla's parents taught her to be a strong woman who didn't take shit from anybody and to keep her emotions to herself. When drunk, Twyla shows all of this, no matter who she is around.

To her friends though, she is still a bit of a bitch, but mostly unintentionally and most of the time they all know it wasn't intentional. Twyla tries her best to be as nice as possible to her friends, but bad habits do die hard. Her loyalty is one her strongest traits. Twyla would do anything for her friends. If you are lucky enough to be one of her friends, then you will always have someone to ride with you straight into a fire if needed.

|Likes|
β–² Coffee β–² Dancing β–² Dogs β–² Beach β–² Reading β–² Social Media β–² Taking Pictures β–² Shopping β–²

|Dislikes|
β–Ό Storms β–Ό Green Foods β–Ό Alcohol β–Ό Yellow β–Ό Sharing her feelings β–Ό Her Glasses β–Ό Mornings β–Ό




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{"So leave the lights on. No, you can't make me behave." }



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|Family Tree|
Naomi Varma || Mother || 45 || Alive
Raj Varma || Father || 47 || Alive
Penelope Varma || Twin Sister || Deceased

|Happiest Memory|
On her sixteenth birthday her grandparents gave her a surprise visit. She loves spending time with her grandparents, but when her family moved out of India, it was very rare for her to see them because of the expensive travel. This was the first and last time she had seen her grandparents in person since they left India.

|Saddest Memory|
When her twin sister died of an overdose at the age of seventeen. Twyla used to spend every waking moment with Penelope. It was very unusual to see one of them and not see the other. With Penelope no longer in her life, she feels so alone and never stops thinking about her. Penelope was the only person she felt comfortable opening up completely to without any sort of judgement. Every Tuesday you can see Twyla stopping by her grave site to pour her heart out to her twin sister.



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{"So you say I'm complicated." }



|History|

Starting at a very young age, Twyla found herself very interested in acting. She always acted in school and community plays and even acted in some musicals. Her mother was always very accepting and cheered Twyla on for her talent but her father was the polar opposite. Ever since she opened up about wanting to pursue her acting as a career, her father immediately denied her dream as nothing more than something she would never accomplish. Her father wanted her to take on a more realistic career. Throughout her entire life, no matter what choice she made, she never got her father's approval. Twyla tries so hard to make her father proud of her without having to change who she is or what she wants out of life, but she sadly doesn't ever see that happening. But with the help and push from her twin sister, grandparents, and her mother, she continued doing what she loved, no matter what her father said.

As the years went on, her life only began to get a little tougher. At the young age of seventeen, her twin sister, Penelope died of a drug overdose. At that moment, she felt she lost the other half of herself and she was no longer the same person after this. Twyla reserved herself a bit more than usual, mainly because she no longer had someone she could talk to and get advice from about matters her parents taught her not to speak about with anyone. Twyla's parents taught her to be strong, to keep all of her feelings to herself. Everyone seemed to realize Twyla became more of a bitch after Penelope's passing because she no longer had an outlet for her deepest feelings.

Once Twyla finally graduated from high school though, she auditioned for many different shows, commercials, and movies, hoping to open up her acting career. Eventually she was offered a second audition for a role in a tv drama based in San Francisco. Wanting to get some real life experience of life in San Francisco, she moved out there into an apartment building where she met some of the best people she would ever meet in her life. Some her friends, others, not exactly all that welcoming to her. Either way, Twyla seemed to enjoy each and every one of their company, even if it were an intolerable situation at hand. Twyla just hopes all of her hard work will land her this part. If she does, all of her dreams would have come true and everything she worked hard for wouldn't have been for nothing.



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{"That I must be outta my mind." }




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❣Face Claim: Neelam Gill❣
❣Dialogue Color: #F47369❣

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Twyla Varma's Story

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Gabriel Levin Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Vincent Reyes Character Portrait: Twyla Varma
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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: Gabriel Levin Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Vincent Reyes Character Portrait: Twyla Varma
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Location: Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #3090C7
Thought Color ✧ #2A2A57



To: Gabe <3
Im making pescao en escabeche for dinner tonite. dat ok?

To: Omi, Kenta, Josie, Twyla {Mi familia}
Dinner's gonna b a lot of food, y'all can drop by ;D

With those texts sent, Deanna smiled at the cashier and finished her transaction, sliding her four bags onto both of her arms before heading towards the sliding glass doors past a small family. The greatest benefit to working for and with family was that schedules can be negotiated, much like today. Her older two brothers, Anton and Osvaldo, owned a tattoo and piercing shop fifteen minutes away from her apartment, which was why Deanna hadn't turned down the opportunity to be their receptionist. It wasn't a career she saw herself doing forever; Deanna did have plans, regardless of what anyone thought considering she had yet to decide if she was going back for a master's degree. But it was a job that helped pay the bills and it let her spend time with her brothers more, especially considering she spent the four years she had been in college avoiding her family entirely. The why wasn't something she chose to focus on at the moment, however. It led down dark pathways and Deanna would rather think about the salt-and-peppered fish steaks she'd left to sit in the fridge in her absence.

After she'd been allowed to leave an hour early (Anton had been in the middle of helping an "intern," as he called the boy; Osvaldo had a date he apparently needed a few extra hours to prepare for, which Deanna had teased him mercilessly about on the way out the door), Deanna found herself craving the firm, white flesh of fish. She wasn't much of a fan of pickles on most days, but the pickling flavors were complimented by the garlic and the olive oil her mima utilized religiously. Once that had been settled in her mind, she had hurried home, at least gotten the fish and the flour semi-prepared for her return, and then headed back out without checking to see if either of her roommates had been home. It was August, practically the end of the summer, so she wasn't pressed to have them there. Besides, Deanna actually liked beating them home, being able to greet people with dinner after a long day and no day felt longer than Thursdays. Today, for her at least, felt better than usual, and maybe it was because tomorrow was the music festival. She had taken off and bought her tickets months in advance after missing last year's festival. The pain of having missed her wife Janelle Monae had been too much for the Cuban music lover, and she vowed never again to miss such an opportunity.

Grinning to herself at the memory, Deanna put all of her bags into the backseat of 2009 Volvo V50 her mother had let her have upon college graduation. She'd been the second of the Artaega-Mendez children to graduate college (Anton had opted out of that for now) and though it had once been the family car, Deanna was still elated every time she realized that she had a car and it was hers alone. Sliding into the driver's seat, Deanna cranked the volume to her Aaliyah playlist CD up as she drove out of the parking lot and on the way home, eager to get back into her apartment to finish cooking and open the bottle of Criterion Pinot Grigio Friuli Grave. Considering she had nothing to do tomorrow other than be young and carefree for once, she hadn't been able to help but splurge just a little bit. She'd bought a few of the basics already, anyway.


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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Mighty Bean
Dialogue Color ✦ #D05050
Thought Color ✧ #800000



Being on the clock didn't always include having to be on campus, which was a relief for Brian. He had already spent four years on the campus; the last thing he needed was to have to spend every single day on it feeling as if he never left. Smarter people would have left for another university. Those same smarter people weren't going to start their graduate studies in education at the same university they happen to be a teacher's aide at, so the joke's on them. The thought made him smirk to himself even as the words on the screen made him want to roll his eyes.

With it being the beginning of August and the new semester beginning within the next week, Brian didn't have to worry much about classes just yet as students were still registering for classes and in the process of moving on campus (or into their off-campus housing accommodations if they were smart and looked for cheaper places to live). He did have to worry about lesson plans, working out the last details of his newer schedule, and applying for his own grants and scholarships. He had spent the better part of the summer doing so as he had no means - since he refused to contact his father for anything - to pay for graduate school out of pocket, while helping his professor plan according for the school year, and do some final grading. Though intellectually challenging at times, the University of San Francisco could be lenient at times if the student's situation called for it, occasionally granting extensions that went into the weeks after the campus had been cleared and most students - save for summer school students - were already gone. With all of that, it had been a busier summer for Brian than he had anticipated, and he would be enjoying the last bit of summer he had left if it weren't for his own educational needs.

"Not that the universe gives a fuck about those needs either," he muttered testily under his breath before letting out a long exhale, shaking fingers pausing over the keyboard. With all the preparations he had been making for the coming school year in terms of teaching, and then acquiring the books and scheduling for his own educational needs, Brian could not - for the life of him - stare at the scholarship application before him without thinking that it was all bullshit. Bullshit, he thought. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit...and more bullshit. Because that was the only explanation he could give when he was being asked why he needed the money and all he could offer was that he fucking needed the money and who the fuck asked that kind of question? Do you think he'd be in the middle of a twenty page application if he didn't need it? He was a loser, but he wasn't the type of loser to spend copious amounts of time applying for things he wouldn't need.

Sighing again, Brian reached for his coffee only to realize that it was empty. Scowling, he closed his laptop for the moment - a moment of reprieve, thank God! - and rose, bringing the insulated travel mug with him. It was a Thursday evening, close to five pm, so the Mighty Bean wasn't flooded with do-gooders on their way to work. Instead, there were stragglers, some lingering in small groups to discuss homework or just catch up because they weren't ready to call it a day, others in various corners and at different tables like Brian - surrounded by computers and books and papers and trying to be productive about their caffeine addictions and busy schedules. After running his free hand through his tousled light brown hair, Brian then pulled out his cell phone as he waited in line to get his coffee refilled, flitting through the updates to his tumblr feed to text Vincent. At least one of them had to be having a decent day.

To: Vincent
Please tell me you're at least having a good day. Pretty sure I'm ruining my vision the longer I look at the computer screen.

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe
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Music wafted through the air of the store, a young man stood behind the register, picking his nails. It had been a slower day than normal, as he felt the vibrations of his phone moving through his pocket. His boss, Mr. Norman, was a pretty lenient dude. Which Kenta was thankful for, as long as he was attentive to the customers, he could do whatever he wanted in the downtime he'd have. Already having straightened up the vinyl and disc racks, with nobody being in the store at the moment, the Korean male took out his phone.

Mamacita to Mi Familia
Dinner's gonna b a lot of food, y'all can drop by ;D

A smile crossed the male's face, it was a friend, Dea! Seeing her message had made the male think of the events taking tomorrow. He was excited that they would all go to the festival tomorrow, having only been back in California for a few months. This was his first time going, and it was a music festival of all things. With friends of all things! He was also thankful, Mr. Norman had understood and told him he could go to it, and he'd have Sophitia come in and work front counter, with her being able to work weekends and not understanding why people wanted to go to such festivals. They were loud according to the younger female, and Kenta had just gotten more excited. He'd quickly type a response to the small group chat, as he saw Mr. Norman's car pull in.

Me to Mi Familia
bout 2 b let free. :) ill be over there in a few

"You ready to got Ken? I'll close up tonight, you have a long day to prepare tomorrow. Thanks though kid, see you Monday?", Mr. Norman's voice spoke out as Kenta looked up. A smile on his face. "Alright Mr. Norman! Thank you so much for letting me have off tomorrow too! I'll see you back here on Monday!,"
he spoke as he looked towards the older man. "I told you to call me Oliver, we're co-workers. Just because I hired you, doesn't mean you can't be my friend," the man spoke, as Kenta laughed a bit. He'd run to the back, and grab his phone charger, and the backpack he often carried his wallet and other things in. His sister had tried to edge him away from the design of it, but he liked it. You can't help what you like. As he didn't live too far from the apartments, he'd head out the door before waving towards the older man and beginning his walk towards the small buildings. As he had walked, the lingering thoughts of how he came here ran through his head. Why don't you just tell Omi? She's not gonna judge. Your parents are though, you didn't even tell the campus officers it wasn't yours. You're just the lesser version of Omi Kenta, he thought as he bit his lip. It helped stop the thoughts at times, he felt really bad for keeping such a secret from Naomi, but she'd probably be mad at him for ruining a chance to become what he wanted. No doubt though, he'd make it somehow.

About seven minutes had passed with the male walking, he'd reach the Red Building, as it was called. He'd trudge up the stairs, before reaching the apartment his sister, him, and another male shared. Before tossing his stuff to the floor and collapsing on the couch nearby.

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe 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 cafΓ© 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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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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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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Seeing the text from his sister, he would sigh before turning over to see Aramis walking through the door. "I'm home!", the male spoke as he entered. Kenta would throw a wave his way, before he heard Aramis continue to speak. ""How was your day? Is Naomi back yet?", the Korean boy would laugh before shrugging. "Mine was good, ran the store most of the day. It was good, and nah, not yet. I gotta take out the trash because she'll be home any......" the boy paused before seeing his sister walk through the door. "...second" he spoke as he'd wave to the woman. Hopping up off the couch he'd follow his sister to get himself a cup of orange juice. He just felt it. He'd check his phone to see a few texts come through.

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

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

Movie Star to Mi Familia
I don't know if I can make it today. Have acting classes!

Laughing a bit he'd stand in the kitchen and sip on his o.j before turning to go back to the living room."I'm gonna head over to Dea's, I'll hopefully see you there Omi, and I don't think she'd mind if you brought Ram. Love y'alllll," the male would speak before he'd walk out the door. The building wasn't too far before he followed a very familiar route. Before he'd end up walking to the front of his intended destination, turning the nob to open up the door. "I'm home!,"

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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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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.