Introduction
*Please note that this is a remake and belongs originally to BleedingLover, who has given me permission to do this. Give all gifs, images, and the storyline to their proper owners, as I own none of them*
Wings: Little Mix | Counting Stars: OneRepublic | Feel Again: OneRepublic | Youth: Foxes {Main Theme Song}
Wake Me Up: Avicii | Don't You Worry Child: Swedish House Mafia | Stay The Night: Zedd ft. Hayley Williams | Pompeii: Bastille |
Somewhere in San Francisco - somewhere I think is near the Hayes Valley neighborhood, but I could also be wrong - is a small, seemingly insignificant apartment building the color of daffodils. It's quite lovely, really, but it wouldn't be so unnoticeable if it weren't for the much taller, obnoxiously bright red one right next to it. But the apartments themselves is not what this is about - no - it's the people living in them. Eleven, to be precise, and between them are five apartments, one neurotic landlord, and a coffee shop with gourmet coffee that does not deserve to have 'gourmet' added to it, dry muffins and great ambiance (though them chocolate-filled croissants aren't half bad, but you also didn't hear that from me). Not to mention the building across the street, but we're getting there.
The yellow building is called the Daffodil Building, and in it are apartments 1A and 1B. Each apartment has three bedrooms, and one of everything else (Kitchen, bathroom {well, at least there's a second bathroom}, etc.). 1A is on the second floor, 1B on the third, and the first floor is entirely occupied by The Mighty Bean Cafe. It's where most of the tenants spend their mornings and it claims to be a million times better than Starbucks despite the fact that their coffee tastes slightly less worse, but bad all the same. Some of the tenants from the other building work there part-time, which brings us to...
The Red Building, and yes, that's what it's called. The landlord isn't really the most creative individual, after all. It used to have an antique shop on the bottom floor, but then the owner moved to Nebraska so the tenants converted it into some sort of communal living room instead complete with sofas, a bookshelf, a fridge that everyone is welcome to raiding and putting food in, and a few board games that a few proud tenants would be loathe to admit that they play. Put a few shots of tequila in them, though, and nobody's too proud to play some monopoly. You just won't have any photographic evidence of said game if you ask them. There are a three apartments in the Red Building; 2A, 2B, and 2C. 2C's only slightly smaller than the other two, but it also has two bedrooms, and one of everything else, much like the other apartments in the Red Building.
Then there's the building across the street. Considerably newer than the other two as, even though the landlord is reluctant to admit, times are changing and more and more modern apartments will be built, and slightly pricier, but an apartment all the same. Like the Daffodil building, a shop occupies the bottom floor - a boutique called Strut that sells some of the cutest bodysuits - but it also shares the space with everyone's favorite bar: HUB (Has the greatest margaritas on the planet, and one of the bartenders is a friend). Nobody ever goes to the apartments upstairs (for reasons, mind you), but you can always find at least one of them in the bar on Saturdays (and, occasionally, Fridays).
Between the three are eighteen people. They have been more or less living together for at least four years (A bit less for some), so they're all pretty close - except maybe for that guy on 2B, but we'll get to that later. Even though they've got bricks, concrete, and a road separating them, it's relatively not uncommon to see people going from one building to another, and some have even woken up to find guys from the other building passed out on their couch.
These are people with different backgrounds, different quirks, and likes, and ideas, and with personalities so different, it's a wonder just how they make it work. But they do, and it's anything but simple. Then again, adulting never was meant to be simple.Don't let those baby boomers fool you.
The yellow building is called the Daffodil Building, and in it are apartments 1A and 1B. Each apartment has three bedrooms, and one of everything else (Kitchen, bathroom {well, at least there's a second bathroom}, etc.). 1A is on the second floor, 1B on the third, and the first floor is entirely occupied by The Mighty Bean Cafe. It's where most of the tenants spend their mornings and it claims to be a million times better than Starbucks despite the fact that their coffee tastes slightly less worse, but bad all the same. Some of the tenants from the other building work there part-time, which brings us to...
The Red Building, and yes, that's what it's called. The landlord isn't really the most creative individual, after all. It used to have an antique shop on the bottom floor, but then the owner moved to Nebraska so the tenants converted it into some sort of communal living room instead complete with sofas, a bookshelf, a fridge that everyone is welcome to raiding and putting food in, and a few board games that a few proud tenants would be loathe to admit that they play. Put a few shots of tequila in them, though, and nobody's too proud to play some monopoly. You just won't have any photographic evidence of said game if you ask them. There are a three apartments in the Red Building; 2A, 2B, and 2C. 2C's only slightly smaller than the other two, but it also has two bedrooms, and one of everything else, much like the other apartments in the Red Building.
Then there's the building across the street. Considerably newer than the other two as, even though the landlord is reluctant to admit, times are changing and more and more modern apartments will be built, and slightly pricier, but an apartment all the same. Like the Daffodil building, a shop occupies the bottom floor - a boutique called Strut that sells some of the cutest bodysuits - but it also shares the space with everyone's favorite bar: HUB (Has the greatest margaritas on the planet, and one of the bartenders is a friend). Nobody ever goes to the apartments upstairs (for reasons, mind you), but you can always find at least one of them in the bar on Saturdays (and, occasionally, Fridays).
Between the three are eighteen people. They have been more or less living together for at least four years (A bit less for some), so they're all pretty close - except maybe for that guy on 2B, but we'll get to that later. Even though they've got bricks, concrete, and a road separating them, it's relatively not uncommon to see people going from one building to another, and some have even woken up to find guys from the other building passed out on their couch.
These are people with different backgrounds, different quirks, and likes, and ideas, and with personalities so different, it's a wonder just how they make it work. But they do, and it's anything but simple. Then again, adulting never was meant to be simple.
The Daffodil Building
Apartment 1A, home to the most sufficiently stocked refrigerator and the two of the best cooks on the entire block...and their close friend [Matthew], who moved in after realizing that he would be living with his old classmate, [Diana]. Usually the go-to place when someone's feeling down because it's warm, there's real food, and the couch is always open to anyone. Also known as the friendliest apartment in both buildings.
Apartment 1A | YouTube personality and Instagram model in the San Francisco area. Finds herself trying to break into the modeling industry. Ex-fiance of [Face Claim: Charles Melton] | FC: Logan Browning | OPEN
Apartment 1A | The only boy in the Daffodil Building, meaning that he always is on his toes about all these girls. Works as a singing and piano teacher. | FC: Matthew Noszka | OPEN
Apartment 1A | Works part-time at The Mighty Bean and a local body art parlor. Recently graduated from college withseemingly no real plan, she's simply living for the now. | FC: Diana Sirokai | TAKEN
Apartment 1A, home to the most sufficiently stocked refrigerator and the two of the best cooks on the entire block...and their close friend [Matthew], who moved in after realizing that he would be living with his old classmate, [Diana]. Usually the go-to place when someone's feeling down because it's warm, there's real food, and the couch is always open to anyone. Also known as the friendliest apartment in both buildings.
Apartment 1A | YouTube personality and Instagram model in the San Francisco area. Finds herself trying to break into the modeling industry. Ex-fiance of [Face Claim: Charles Melton] | FC: Logan Browning | OPEN
Apartment 1A | The only boy in the Daffodil Building, meaning that he always is on his toes about all these girls. Works as a singing and piano teacher. | FC: Matthew Noszka | OPEN
Apartment 1A | Works part-time at The Mighty Bean and a local body art parlor. Recently graduated from college with
Apartment 1B, is not as welcoming, unlike the apartment downstairs, and so are its occupants. While there is a age jump between all of the women, they are very close to one another. They're fierce, and make quite a formidable group, so arguments against these people are pretty much hopeless. The apartment's strictly "No Men Allowed", although they do turn up at the guys' apartments quite often.
Apartment 1B | Self-proclaimed 'feminist'. Works as an assistant for Magazine Editor in Chief. (Which she hates) | FC: Nyané Lebajoa | OPEN
Apartment 1B | An up-and-coming actress trying to get into a role that takes place in the San Francisco area and wanted the 'real experience' | FC: Neelam Gill | OPEN
Apartment 1B |Trust fund baby who was recently cut off. Currently just trying to find their way. | FC: Katherine McNamara | OPEN
Apartment 1B | Former child star trying to rebuild her acting career. Is a part-time model | FC: Lee Chae-Rin | OPEN
Apartment 1B | Self-proclaimed 'feminist'. Works as an assistant for Magazine Editor in Chief. (Which she hates) | FC: Nyané Lebajoa | OPEN
Apartment 1B | An up-and-coming actress trying to get into a role that takes place in the San Francisco area and wanted the 'real experience' | FC: Neelam Gill | OPEN
Apartment 1B |Trust fund baby who was recently cut off. Currently just trying to find their way. | FC: Katherine McNamara | OPEN
Apartment 1B | Former child star trying to rebuild her acting career. Is a part-time model | FC: Lee Chae-Rin | OPEN
The Red Building
Apartment 2A, is everybody's apartment. Everyone's likely to end up there at some point when the coffee shop's closed and it's where almost everything significant happens. No one really knows how this came to be, but it probably has something to do with the fact that they've got the comfiest couches anywhere, a gargantuan flat screen TV perfect for movie nights and video games galore, and a fridge that's always stocked with booze.
Christopher Rockefeller | Very wealthy, though nobody actually knows why, and what exactly he does for a living. | FC: Charles Michael Davis | OPEN
Apartment 2A | The newest addition to the group, moving in within the last year for reasons untold. Born to a rather rich family but still works as a choreographer and owns his own up and coming dance studio. | FC: Val Chmerkovskiy | OPEN
Apartment 2A, is everybody's apartment. Everyone's likely to end up there at some point when the coffee shop's closed and it's where almost everything significant happens. No one really knows how this came to be, but it probably has something to do with the fact that they've got the comfiest couches anywhere, a gargantuan flat screen TV perfect for movie nights and video games galore, and a fridge that's always stocked with booze.
Christopher Rockefeller | Very wealthy, though nobody actually knows why, and what exactly he does for a living. | FC: Charles Michael Davis | OPEN
Apartment 2A | The newest addition to the group, moving in within the last year for reasons untold. Born to a rather rich family but still works as a choreographer and owns his own up and coming dance studio. | FC: Val Chmerkovskiy | OPEN
Apartment 2b, hasn't been quite the same since [Asami Zdrenka]'s younger brother appeared on their doorstep two months ago when he was supposed to be in college far far away in England. No one knows why he's there, and most generally think he's weird. And maybe kinda creepy. But his sister adores him and he gets along surprisingly well with [Asami Zdrenka], who (mostly) everyone's secretly afraid of, and their rather famous roommate, [Ronald Epps].
Apartment 2B | Mildly terrifying. The only female in the Red Building. Getting a Master's in Creative Writing. | FC: Asami Zdrenka | OPEN
Apartment 2B | Quite the flirt. Currently an Olympic bound diver and works also as a male model. | FC: Ronald Epps | OPEN
Apartment 2B | [Asami Zdrenka]'s younger brother. Quite...eccentric, to say the least. Works in a music store not far from the buildings and also has a YouTube channel | FC: Takahiro Nishijima | OPEN
Apartment 2B | Mildly terrifying. The only female in the Red Building. Getting a Master's in Creative Writing. | FC: Asami Zdrenka | OPEN
Apartment 2B | Quite the flirt. Currently an Olympic bound diver and works also as a male model. | FC: Ronald Epps | OPEN
Apartment 2B | [Asami Zdrenka]'s younger brother. Quite...eccentric, to say the least. Works in a music store not far from the buildings and also has a YouTube channel | FC: Takahiro Nishijima | OPEN
Apartment 2C, also known as the cleanest apartment of them all, only because something as small as forgetting to use a coaster is enough to drive [Jason Ralph] insane. 2C's just slightly smaller than apartment 2A and 2B, but it's enough to fit about five other people inside so it's usually where people "escape" to when things get too crazy at 2A.
Apartment 2C | Aspiring Writer. Best barista at The Mighty Bean, hands down. Has a bit of OCD. | FC: Jason Ralph | TAKEN
Apartment 2C | Owner of HUB. Ex-fiance of [Logan]. | FC: Charles Melton | OPEN
Apartment 2C | Aspiring Writer. Best barista at The Mighty Bean, hands down. Has a bit of OCD. | FC: Jason Ralph | TAKEN
Apartment 2C | Owner of HUB. Ex-fiance of [Logan]. | FC: Charles Melton | OPEN
The Apartment Across the Street
Apartment 4C, home to the 'love-birds'. they were best friends in high school but only started dating their senior year and are now engaged to one another. But, just next to the lovebirds are also what some call the gruesome twosome, and also known as the Apartments-That-No-One-Visits. Ever. Even though they live far, far away across the street, they are pretty close to the tenants in the Red and Daffodil building, and always join them for obligatory morning coffee at the Mighty Bean (P.S. Also, don't believe everything these kids say. Coffee snobs they might think they are, but the coffee is obviously pretty damn good if most of them hit The Mighty Bean up every single morning).
Apartment 4C | Photojournalist on a five-month long break from work. Currently DJs at HUB. | FC: Dudley O'Shaughnessy | OPEN
Apartment 4C | Assistant for famous movie producer and is a small-time indie film director | FC: Luanna Perez | OPEN
Apartment 4C, home to the 'love-birds'. they were best friends in high school but only started dating their senior year and are now engaged to one another. But, just next to the lovebirds are also what some call the gruesome twosome, and also known as the Apartments-That-No-One-Visits. Ever. Even though they live far, far away across the street, they are pretty close to the tenants in the Red and Daffodil building, and always join them for obligatory morning coffee at the Mighty Bean (P.S. Also, don't believe everything these kids say. Coffee snobs they might think they are, but the coffee is obviously pretty damn good if most of them hit The Mighty Bean up every single morning).
Apartment 4C | Photojournalist on a five-month long break from work. Currently DJs at HUB. | FC: Dudley O'Shaughnessy | OPEN
Apartment 4C | Assistant for famous movie producer and is a small-time indie film director | FC: Luanna Perez | OPEN
Apartment 4D, The apartments that everyone is so tempted to visit, but often too scared. In the apartments are the Dreadful Duo, twins *Kristina* and *Andre*. The apartment is a shrine to all things lustful, or at least that's what's people are told from the first day they move into one of the three buildings- Its often said that its impossible to enter and leave without having been lured into one of their beds. Whether that's the truth or not, no one really knows.
Simone Singh-Roberts | Dancer at HUB, rumored to be a stripper. Sister of [Andre] | FC: Kristina Bazan |OPEN
Apartment 4D | Part-time bartender at HUB and brother of [Kristina] | FC: Andre Hamman | OPEN
Simone Singh-Roberts | Dancer at HUB, rumored to be a stripper. Sister of [Andre] | FC: Kristina Bazan |OPEN
Apartment 4D | Part-time bartender at HUB and brother of [Kristina] | FC: Andre Hamman | OPEN
Gordon Black | 39 | Owner of The Mighty Bean | Mild-mannered husband of four, but will not hesitate to hit anyone over the head with a serving tray when annoyed. | FC: Benedict Cumberbatch | NPC
Bernard Gilligan || 44 | Landlord of both buildings | Neurotic. Comes by every few weeks or so to bully the tenants into paying the rent. | FC: Dylan Moran | NPC
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1. I really dislike changing FCs but, if you have a valid request other than the usual. Then there is a good chance that they will be changed. [But, listen to this please. {NO changing POC face claims to white ones. I've been on this site for three years and I've seen a lot of predominantly white roleplays. I'm not having it.}
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8.5. The first part of the password is your favorite movie of 2017 so far, or a movie made in a previous year that you just so happened to see in 2015.
9. You MUST read these rules! The second part of the reservation is: Who is your favorite actor of 2017?
10. If you do not have the passwords, I will ignore your reservation and not reply to it.
11. I am the GM of this RP meaning that I make the rules. I'm not saying I'm God or anything but, if you have anything you need to talk to about {Concerns, suggestions, even complaints, etc.}, just let me know. I swear I'm not as strict as I sound, I swear I don't bite. ^_^
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA
[LIVE WHILE WE'RE GOING]
“You've got this life and while you've got it, you'd better kiss like you only have one moment, try to hold someone's hand like you will never get another chance to, look into people's eyes like they're the last you'll ever see, watch someone sleeping like there's no time left, jump if you feel like jumping, run if you feel like running, play music in your head when there is none, and eat cake like it's the only one left in the world!”
A meteor shower!
That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.
As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...
That was what everyone had been talking about all week. Since astronomers had claimed that there would be a meteor shower on Friday night, everyone had been excited. Kids spent the last few days performing extra tasks and chores so that they could convince their parents to extend their lights outs, cafes and restaurants trying out new recipes that would correlate with the event to scrounge up more profit out of way too eager customers, and artists clamoring all week to come up with various performances and project leading up to the big day. Before everyone knew it, Friday had come along and well, San Francisco was as alive as it usually is on such a momentous occasion.
As soon as the citizens woke up, the streets were filled with more vendors than there honestly should have been on a simple Friday in May. Firework stands, food stands, and even that cute little old lady who does the palm reading your mama probably told you to steer clear of are all out. Particularly on a usually quaint little street that houses both a red and daffodil building. Everyone knows what I'm talking about. Where the coffee ain't so great, but the tenants will probably curse your name with the force of a thousand suns if you even think about bad-mouthing it. Yep, you know the place and those same people are just like everyone else. Perhaps, a bit excited for the carnival that just so happens to be going on nearby. Perhaps for the meteor shower that will light up the sky, if those pesky fireworks don't take up the limelight. Or, perhaps, they're more excited for whatever drama mother nature has decided to cook up between all of them. Guess we're all just gonna have to wait and see...
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Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA
[ Last of the American Girls ]
"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"
[ Last of the American Girls ]
"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,"
Katherine was trying to low lie for the day, she was sat in the back of a small café in the middle of town reading a copy of Walt Whitman's 'Song of Myself' and was stirring a flavoured green tea with a tea spoon absentmindedly. She'd only just left the dance studio a few hours ago from her classes and the young aspiring actress was just appreciating a moment's quiet but she travelled down to go look at the meteor shower. A juvenile part of her character was thrilled about the idea of witnessing something so rare and beautiful but she didn't let it show or voice that to anyone due to a fear of looking childish, it wouldn't usually stop her but it was arguable how good her mood was today. She turned her page and pulled the ribbon place holder down the spine and set the book down in front of her on the table. She adored the poem in question but she just felt so distracted. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse at a news paper on the rack and she sighed at another heart wrenching head line, another act of cruelty was being broadcasted nationally on the front page. She tried to over look it but these things always had a way of getting under her skin for a while. Her mother had always blamed it on her soft heart.
Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.
"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this café anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.
She didn't have a project or anything lined up.
She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the café, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.
So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.
Kit sighed softly and picked up her tea and walked over the till.
"Excuse me? I'm really sorry to be a bother but could I get this to take away instead?" She asked the server politely and the eager waitress nodded lightly and gave her a brisk comment along the lines; 'Oh of course!' and Kit nodded softly and gave her a small thank you and made a point of dropping a few coins into the tip jar. She always came to this café anyway and dropping coins into the jar and listening to the metallic chime it created had become force of habit for her but she could say the same for her RSPCA donations and all the money she donated to any other charities. She was signed up to donate monthly to at least 4 and that's without the fund raisers she put time, money and effort into organising all the time. She always had some project going on and as she pondered about all her previous work and listened to the coins dropping into the jar, it hit her why she was feeling so gormless and glum.
She didn't have a project or anything lined up.
She had a couple of interviews for parts coming up but they were maybe two weeks away and Kit was a person who always felt the need to be physically proactive about something all the while- she wouldn't ever waste even an minute of anyone's time including her own. She chewed the end of drink stirrer thoughtfully and accepted the take away cup from the waitress and thanked her as she started her way out of the café, her mind whirling away as she began plotting new ideas for coming up projects she could have a go at.
So taking long, elegant strides down the road in skin tight jeans and a sleeveless top with her favourite pair of ankle boots, she made her way down the street thinking to herself about something she could do that day and debating if she felt like going to the carnival in the evening but more importantly, if she went who she could go with or get to tag along.
Friday, May 23, 2014|| Time: 5: 35 pm|| Location: San Francisco, CA, USA
[ It's Time ]
"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"
[ It's Time ]
"They say a picture can speak a thousand words but a song can sing a thousand more,"
Come the afternoon, Nathaniel was still padding around the music store, assembling guitars on walls and the drum kit which sat in the corner of the store. He enjoyed his job admittedly it was anything but impressive but the pay allowed to meet ends and that was all that mattered- enough to survive and he likes his job, he'd never dare complain about it.
"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.
"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.
"Yo, Matt you going down the carnival later?" Nate asked, shouting over at his college from the drum kit he was setting up and turning his head with an arched brow. The other guy shrugged and gave a muttered response which denied all knowledge of there even being a carnival. Nathaniel rolled his eyes and laughed and dusting his hands off, he stood having completed the job of setting up the nifty drum kit- it was a nice set and checking his boss wasn't around in the corner of his eye first, Nate quickly leaned over to hit a quick beat and looking over at Matt encouragingly and rolling his eyes.
"Go on bro, I've got you a beat free style it," Nate laughed and after a moment's consideration, Matt burst into a rap which mostly consisted of insulting Nathaniel's hair and drumming abilities but it was amusing none the less as far as Nate was concerned but spotting a customer by the door, both men instantly fell silent and tried not to laugh as they returned to pretending they were really busy and working hard. The customer looked at Nate accusingly and smirking a little but being the good employee he was, Nate made his way over to the customer and graciously offering his assistance and tried to strike up a sale some how. He was already five minutes over time but he didn't much, he could leave after this customer had gotten exactly the service they came for, he was a dedicated worker like that.
Friday evening didn't seem to come soon enough for Evan. She was jittery about the meteor shower and the carnival set up to celebrate it, having spent the entirety of three paychecks on a brand new video camera so that she could conduct interviews while capturing the amazing night on beautiful film to preserve forever. Incapable of patience, she escaped her apartment and spent the majority of the day in Nomi's home, baking up a storm. There were a few new recipes that she wanted to try, e-mailed to her by a friend of hers that ran a cooking show on her YouTube channel. Of course Evan vlogged the entire time. She eagerly spoke of the Leotychides Meteor Shower, an event that only occurred once every five hundred and forty-six years. The LMS combined with the 209P-IDS was sure to brighten the night sky far more than the fireworks were capable.
The Southern Belle had decided that gussying up wasn't a necessity for the event, settling for an outfit usually reserved for the days when she lazed about the apartments like a sloth. She didn't even bother putting on shoes. She stood out in the streets like a sore thumb...well, more like a giggling rainbow.
The stars were barely shining and fireworks were already going off. Fireworks to celebrate meteor showers? That's just ridiculous! Evan was frowning as bright colors lit up the sky that was growing ever darker, a sigh leaving her. She hoped that the people had enough sense to stop with the pyrotechnics when the sky got darker and the meteors began to show. If not, she'd have to find somewhere else to watch them. For the time being, she excitedly trotted alongside her two canines that were pulling along a small kiosk. She was glad to have rented it, having no other way to tote around all the treats she had whipped up.
She walked around for hours before checking her phone. She had a few unread messages, most of them from her friends asking where she was. She didn't bother answering them just yet – They'd see her soon enough. She watched as one of the waitresses from Mighty Bean guided her dogs and their kiosks over towards the other vendors, taking charge beginning to sell. Smiling, she made her way towards the stage and pulled out a flash drive, preparing to go up and perform.
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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.
Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!
His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.
Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.
~ Later that same day ~
Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.
He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.
After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.
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❝"She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success, wrong by wrong.". ~ Mae West❞
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Nicholas blinked slowly, the steam coming off of his cup and hitting his face, his mouth opening into a wide yawn. He leaned against the counter inside the HUB, his very own joint. His hip started buzzing, and he slowly looked down after swallowing a gulp of coffee that he'd just managed to enjoy. Nicholas fished his phone out of his jeans pocket, and saw the reminder.
Leotychides Meteor Shower Celebration
Tonight!
His lips pursed into a smile as he thought how pitiful this seemed. He had to make reminders of everything nowadays.. and just for one reason. That reason, as if on cue, wailed through the monitor he had hooked on the belt of his jeans. Shaking his head, he set his coffee down on the counter and made his way to the back, where he unlocked a door to a staircase, leading to another more formal door that he unlocked, and walked inside of his apartment. "Timothy.." Wails were heard from the living room. He made his way down the hall. "Timmy..." He said softly, and creaked opened the door to his son's Nursery, where the little boy was seen red-faced and wide awake. "Oh, buddy.. c'mon." Nicholas said jokingly, and scooped up the boy, and bounced him as he walked back down the hall and into the kitchen.
Now with a bottle in his mouth, he happily suckled and looked up at his father with big eyes. "Yeah, I know you're hungry."[/color] Nicholas chuckled, and went back down to the HUB where he grabbed his coffee, and then lounged in his own living room back upstairs.
~ Later that same day ~
Hand firmly grasping a carrier, and diaper bag snugly on his shoulder, Nicholas smiled as he walked down to where the celebration was being held. He'd closed the HUB early that day, as it was counting as a holiday of sorts, and he saw no reason to stay open since no one would come anyhow.
He was soon caught up with the crowd, and sighed as he took refuge under a small tree, setting the carrier down and the bag next to it, his phone in his pocket. He wasn't in the majority of the crowd, but he wasn't soo far that he was alone. There seemed to be a few couples or little families around him, and he twirled the carrier around to face him. Timothy was big-eyed in this new environment, and he had his hands waving about. "Who's a happy baby?" Nicholas cooed, and Timothy would hide his face in his hands, and giggle that adorable laugh he killed his father with.
After a little while, it was starting to get a little later Nicholas guessed, and he looked up from his son to check out the crowd. He thought he saw a fragment of... No.. it couldn't be, could it? He checked his phone quickly, and shook his head. Nope. They hadn't texted him.
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Dinny's hands nervously ran up and down her blazer. She didn't know what to do for the first time, and it scared her senseless. She was down at the whatever celebration for some special rocks flying through the sky. Big whoop.
Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.
She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-
A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.
Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.
Since she's moved here, she hasn't really known anyone. Sure, she knew about who everyone was. Like Chantal was Nick's girl, Nick is her boss, and she lives with two of the silliest females she's ever come across with in her travels. One thing was certain out of all of it, though.
She desperately missed her sisters, and there wasn't a day she didn't go on without them clouding her mind. She hadn't heard from any of them in a while now, and she was starting to get worried. They usually didn't go more than-
A firework exploded into the air, and she jumped a little from where she was in the crowd, her curls bouncing with her. She smiled after though, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd just been over thinking, and they'd be in touch soon. Her thoughts soon left her as she saw someone starting to enter the stage, and she yipped in excitement.
Dinny made sure to get to the front as the singer started to sing, and she raised her hands up, not giving a care as she bounced along with the music, her voice singing along in the lyrics happily.
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"I just want to capture the beautiful." {WIP}
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"I swear this place would not function properly without me." - WIP
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"My future is up to me."
Anastasia O'hare
I'm just a pretty face
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"Mohala i ka wai ka maka o ka pua."
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"I don't need my family's money to get by."
August Montgomery
{Editing History}
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"All they saw when they looked at me were dollar signs."
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"I'm not a damsel and there is no distress." {W.I.P}
Genevieve Barnaby
"I don't need my family's money to get by."
Jude Otávio Palmeiro
"I swear this place would not function properly without me." - WIP
Anastasia O'hare
I'm just a pretty face
Torrance Acosta-Rhea
"I just want to capture the beautiful." {WIP}
August Montgomery
{Editing History}
Amanda Weaver
"My future is up to me."
Evangeline Babineaux
"If I ever see you eat McDonald's again, I'm going to hit you."
Katherine 'Kit' Van Der Woodsen
"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of stars,"
Dinny Valverde
"Strength are within those who seek it, and desire it the most."
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Nicholas Yamada
"To be a father, is not to parent your child, but show them what they could be with hard work."
August Montgomery
{Editing History}
Anastasia O'hare
I'm just a pretty face
Chantal Cunningham
"I'm not a damsel and there is no distress." {W.I.P}
Evangeline Babineaux
"If I ever see you eat McDonald's again, I'm going to hit you."
Naomi Ekwensi-Hart
"All they saw when they looked at me were dollar signs."
Torrance Acosta-Rhea
"I just want to capture the beautiful." {WIP}
Hokuikekai Palakiko
"Mohala i ka wai ka maka o ka pua."
Dinny Valverde
"Strength are within those who seek it, and desire it the most."
Jude Otávio Palmeiro
"I swear this place would not function properly without me." - WIP
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