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Kamon Leavitt

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a character in “City Living”, originally authored by SpiritDancer, as played by RolePlayGateway

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KAMON LEAVITT
Most people carry pain around inside them their whole lives, until they kill the pain by other means, or until it kills them. But you, my friends, you found another way: a way to use the pain. You have learned to break the world that has tried to break you.WWWWWWWX...▬▬▬xLev Grossman

ImagePREF. NAME » KamWAGE » 21WD. O. B. » 11/04W.SEXUALITY » HomosexualWHEIGHT » 173cm (5'8ft)WWEIGHT » 66kg (145lbs)


APPEARANCE
A messy, unkempt bob cut and an even messier attire, Kamon doesn't really give off the impression of someone who has their shit together. And she doesn't exactly try hard to change that fact. She is someone who cares little about her outward appearance, promptly giving anyone who wants to spout their unnecessary opinions about it the middle finger. Notable features would be the freckles peppered across her cheeks and her hazel eyes. There are also a number of small tattoos that dot her body here and there, and she also has seven piercings in each ear and a tongue piercing.

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Kamon greatly enjoys drawing, whether it be sketching out tattoo designs,
or just drawing for the sake of it. Typically she can be seen drinking so-
me type of beverage, whether it to be coffee or tea. Kam greatly prefers
the relative quiet that comes with the after hours, and regularly pulls all
nighters to enjoy some sense of peace all to herself.
DISLIKES
Obnoxiously arrogant people are an ultimate pet peeve of hers, right behind being forced to take the subway. Kamon also isn't a big fan of passive-aggressiveness. Besides that, she's one of the few people that doesn't enjoy chocolate that much in any of its forms, and she also detests extreme heat or humidity.


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Kamon doesn't care, and it's usually one of the first things people know about her. It's almost as if apathy is seeping out of her pores. The bored gaze in her eyes, the way she seemingly brushes off misfortune and carries on with her day. It isn't some front she puts up to "protect" herself so to speak, but a true rendition of how she feels about a lot of things in life. Not everything is deserving of the emotionally performative displays people put on, and so she doesn't act like it is. After getting past this outer skin it adds another layer to the whole situation.

Not only does she not care, but she'll purposely go out of her way to go against whatever conventions there are, in anyway possible. Multiple piercings, tattoos that are small, but very much still there, and her generally dismissive attitude towards most institutions, Kam is the incarnation of rebellion, and that can partially be attributed to her over-controlling parents. Though she isn't all edgy nonsense. Well, whether or not she succeeds in doing so, at least she tries her hardest not to be like that often.

To those that know her beyond those two defining characteristics, she's an utter dork, for lack of a better term. There really isn't any other word that can do justice in describing the silly and downright foolish antics that she can get up to. But it can't be said that she doesn't have a good sense of humor, even if it mainly consists of corny, and sometimes even slightly vulgar, jokes.

When she's not busy making an absolute ass of herself, she's laid-back and generally non-confrontational. This doesn't mean she won't call someone out when they need to be, but she doesn't like being aggressive or hostile, and she certainly doesn't turn to being passive-aggressive instead of really working out issues she has with someone. One thing she'll surely do in the case of people she loathes is make spiteful comments, and it's one of the more unappealing traits of hers.

She's is also frighteningly passionate when it comes to things she truly deems worth caring about. She develops a fierce drive cashing after her goals, and it's common for her to tunnel-vision a little bit and ignore the people around her. Not only that, but she has a dangerous habit of over-working herself, something that has stuck around with her for the majority of her life, and it has caused her multiple problems with her health with stress being the main one.

Kamon is just someone who wants to have fun with her life without the unnecessary and crippling expectations that society likes to enforce on people, and if asked about it personally, she'll say she's been doing a good job of it so far.


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Besides being an undergraduate student in at Columbia University, Kamon
puts her artistic talent to use by being a part-time tattoo artist. Though,
it doesn't make her as much money as people think it does, she greatly
enjoys her work, save for a few asshole clients that come in.
HOMETOWN
Was born in Winchester, England to a British father and a Thai mother. Afterwards, they moved to New York City, New York when she was barely a year old, and she has lived in New York City ever since. She has traveled to quite a few other places though.


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The majority of Kam's childhood was stained by the controlling choke hold that her parent's had on her life. She was born to Lucius and Intira Leavitt, and after they left Winchester they were hell-bent on having their own perfect, unexcelled image of a daughter become a reality. That was their ultimate goal, even if it eventually meant destroying the very thing that they were trying to make flawless. It's no wonder that Kam often refers to her father as Lucifer, although she, unfortunately, hasn't come up with a good enough nickname for her mother yet.

Her relationship with her parents wasn't always as strained as it is now. There was a point where she tried her hardest to live up to the expectations of her parents, ignorant to the fact that the constant degradation and abasement when she didn't meet said expectations wasn't normal. It had adverse effects on her self-image, and she began defining herself by the grades that she achieved in school.

How well she did on a test could very well be the difference between whether or not she would end up a sobbing mess the very next day. Yet she still had no excuse at all to dislike her parents, as she could reason away pretty much everything abusive they'd ever done to her. Yes, they were demanding, sometimes to an absurd level, but it was only because they wanted to see her succeed. Yes, they often limited who she could interact with and when, but it was only because they cared about her safety. These were things that she would constantly force herself to believe, despite the fact that there wasn't a semblance of truth to them.

Though that all came crashing down during her time spent in high school. A little bit more exposure to the lives of her peers and she began to realize how wrong her parents were to treat her in such a way. It led to them barely speaking to each other before she had even left for university.

Her parent's influence over her life hasn't completely disappeared. When they're not there in person to constantly ridicule her, the few times that she does talk to them they find a way to work it into their conversations. That's not even beginning to mention the hell that they'd raise if they ever found out that she was gay, which is currently the only reason why she's even dating her current boyfriend as if he could really be considered that.

Kam doubts she'll ever be one hundred percent free of her parents, but she does revel in the little acts of rebellion that she's able to take against them when she can, which is her justification for all her piercings, tattoos and her job as a tattoo artist.


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Lydia Graham
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#78A47B
CREDIT
SpiritDancer
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MISC. FACTS
Kam is absolutely terrible at organizing anything | Her bedroom would probably be a pig sty if she didn't constantly force herself to clean it | |Her zodiac sign is Scorpio | MBTI type is INTP

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Kamon Leavitt's Story

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It had felt like a long day, but really, it had just been a busy one. While many psychiatrists tended to focus their time on the pharmacological side of psychiatry, typically being referred a patient from a psychologist who had already pre-determined the illness that the patient likely had, Ruby liked to do both. She liked psychotherapy; talking to people, figuring out what was wrong with them, and trying to fix it. She was the kind of doctor who didn't think that pills could fix everything, and that even if they could in a specific situation, that there were other things that needed to be implemented into the overall care plan to ensure the patient's success. Insurance companies didn't like paying for long sessions focused on talk-therapy, especially not at a doctor's rate, so in recent years, the field of psychiatry had become far less talk-therapy based, and far more drug based. Many doctors who used to do both- getting to know their patients and also treating them with medications, were now only doing the latter. Ruby had only been working in the field, on her own, for about four months now. She was lucky, and she knew that. While most recently licensed doctors would be working in a hospital or clinic, taking whatever hours given to them, and working on paying back student loans, Ruby didn't have those problems. She was very lucky that her parents were well-off enough that she didn't have a penny's worth of debt, and also, that they had "lent" her a substantial amount of money to start her own practice. Because she wanted her practice to incorporate psychotherapy, however, she wasn't going through insurance companies, and instead, only accepted patients who could pay without insurance coverage. At $300 for a 45 minute session, Ruby was catering to a certain clientele, but what was more sad than that, was that her price was pretty standard for the industry. Even with only residency based experience, she had already picked up twenty patients that she saw once a week. All of her patients were adolescents, as that was what she specialized in. She was currently very happy with her career. She saw patients for 15 hours a week, and ended up making $6,000. Of course, she spent countless other hours researching and continuing her education independently, as well as completing paperwork, and that $6000 seemed to fade into a fraction of its original self after taxes, the rent for her office space, and her personal bills were paid, but still, there was no denying that she was lucky.

The fact that she had managed to find an apartment close to her office made things even better, as for the past few months, she had been commuting to her office from where she had been living for a while, in the Upper West Side by Columbia. This commute made things a lot easier, and to celebrate it, Ruby had picked up Italian food for herself and her roommates. She wasn't even sure if Griffin or Kamon were going to be home, so that only made the amount that she had ordered more ridiculous. She had ordered from Carmine's, a well-known Italian restaurant that served their portions in a family-style sharing size, so ordering chicken parmigiana, spaghetti and meatballs, penne a la vodka, garlic bread and a salad was definitely excessive, but Ruby had a tendency to be overly concerned about things. She figured that it was better to have too much than too little, and she would insist that the others eat the leftovers in the next few days anyway. "I'm home!" she called out in a sing-song voice, somehow managing to get the door open despite having her hands filled with the bags of take-out. "I hope you guys are too," she said, continuing into the empty kitchen as she set the food down. "Because I brought home food and I don't want to eat it alone!"

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KAMON LEAVITT
Hex Code: #78A47B
Kamon couldn’t decide which was a bigger pain in the ass; university, or her parents. Regardless of the answer, she was more than glad to be free of both nuisances for the time being. Her new living arrangement was a welcomed one, even if actually moving in was the least appealing part. Her room still had numerous boxes that hadn’t been unpacked and frankly, Kamon was going to avoid doing so for as long as she could. Or at least until she worked up enough courage to even gaze in the direction of all the things she still had left to unpack and sort through before all of the boxes were emptied.

The only sounds that could be heard were the haphazard marking of pencil on paper as Kamon hastily sketched down tattoo designs; some belonging to clients, others were just for the fun of it. Although it was a more time-consuming job, being a tattoo artist still allowed her to still easily attend university, and it also allowed her to grow her art skills in ways that she previously hadn't before.

She hadn’t done much else since she had first woke up that morning, and she was grateful for the chance to be able to relax and think about something else for a change rather than fret over her studies or her parents, which were being their usual overbearing selves. The only thing to disturb her from her never-ending sketching was the sound of doors opening and closing and the telltale sound of Ruby’s voice.

At the mention of food, Kamon had initially realized that she hadn’t actually eaten anything today and hurried to get up. The sight that greeted her was numerous bags of takeout, although Griffin was nowhere to be seen, yet. Kamon took it upon herself to get the chicken parmigiana out of one of the bags, throwing a gaze at Ruby.

”So how was your day at work, anything interesting happen?”

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Griffin Hughes had never been one to leave things sitting around when something could be done about them. At first this might seem like a fine trait. Dishwashers were never left with clean dishes inside of them and sinks rarely retained anything too dirty if he was home. Bills were paid as soon as they arrived, and dust that had been idly commented on was wiped away almost before you could finish a sentence. It was much less fine when it came to, say, unpacking from a large move and realizing that you'd spent almost the entire day getting your room settled instead of doing your actual job.

"Shit," Griffin grumbled as he peaked out his room's window. The sun was already intent on moving towards the horizon, warm colors painting the sky in oranges and pinks. He thought he'd been making good time, settling the last of his book collection in the bookshelf next to his bed only moments before, but apparently the day had managed to get away from him. Again.

It was all this moving business, he thought a little bitterly, a sigh turning into a groan as he stretched his tired muscles, arms stretching towards the ceiling. When he'd lived with Lucy, he didn't have much to worry about. No beds to assemble, no underwear to fold and tuck away. How long exactly had he spent moving his desk around his room, trying to find the perfect place to stay perched during the day?

There was just the work ahead of him, papers and books to look over with a critical eye, or the occasional meeting with friends. But Lucy had had to go home eventually, and he was adult enough to admit that he'd partially spent all day unpacking to avoid the latest manuscript waiting on his laptop ("It could be the next Twilight!" his boss had enthused. Griffin had responded with a less than enthusiastic "We could only be so lucky."). But he'd have to take care of it eventually. And grade those papers sitting in a neat pile on his desk. And... oh. His stomach gave a violent grumble. Apparently he had to eat as well.

This whole adult-ing thing without his sister constantly worrying over him was starting off quite well.

Relief came with the sound of Ruby's sing-song call for dinner (God, it really was late if she was already home. Had he really managed to skip breakfast and lunch?) as well as the almost immediate alluring scent of something distinctly Italian making its way through his barely opened door. Well. Ask and ye shall receive.

He threw on an oatmeal colored sweater, a little too big even on him, before slipping out his door and into the kitchen with a faint "welcome back" towards his best friend. Kamon was already there and, going by the empty sink and lack of any signs of actual eating in there, she'd either been out all day or forgotten to eat too.

And then there was Ruby, already spreading out a copious amount of food on the table. He raised an eyebrow critically.

"Looking to feed an army, are we?" He said blithely, but he still wandered over to the nearest cupboard to pull out a few plates and glasses (evidence of an earlier unpacking effort) and offered a slightly crooked and encouraging smile when Kamon asked after Ruby's day. As the local person who actively had to leave the apartment every day, this might be the closest either of them got to the outside world today.

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Ruby Barr
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Kamon and Griffin appeared from their rooms within seconds of each other, sending a smile to Ruby's face. She was busy washing her hands as they pitched in to get everything unloaded and the table set and ready, and she appreciated that, as was made apparent in her smile growing just a bit bigger. "Not an army," she answered pointedly, though still smiling, as she corrected him to say, "Just my two beautiful roommates," in a cheerful manner. Ruby was typically a happy person. She saw the glass as being half-full, even when others didn't, and that was mostly because she knew how blessed she was. She took things in stride and always tried to see how small events, mishaps, and problems only made up a fraction of the bigger picture in life. She didn't let a lot bother her, and that was easy to do when she was usually more focused on making sure that everyone else's problems were taken care of first. Many would call her a good person for that, and she was a good person (overall), but it was something that was more of a personality trait for her, than an intentional act seeking recognition. It was how her brain worked, because she enjoyed problem-solving, when they weren't her problems to solve. "...Who hopefully have army-sized appetites, because yeah, maybe I did order a little bit too much," she admitted, laughing as she looked at everything once it was un-bagged. Oh well, she thought, knowing that it was better to have too much than too little, especially when leftovers were always a welcomed treat the next day.

She took out a bottle of Villa Nozzole Chianti Classico, a personal favorite when it came to a decent price range, and poured herself a glass before signaling that the others were free to take some as well. "My day was pretty good! After spending so many years in hospitals, you'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it's still surprising to me just how much rampant illness is in the winter compared to the warmer months," she said, scrunching up her nose at the thought of the little boy who had been in her office earlier that day, seemingly in a nonstop coughing fit for the entirety of their session. He was only four years old, and there due to separation and sensory issues, in what Ruby believed to be preliminary signals of a possible high functioning autism case. He was young enough where his inability to grasp how germy he was was excusable, but Ruby still disliked the idea of getting sick herself. "I mean, it makes sense," she continued, really just reasoning to herself out loud, since she knew that neither of the others were as interested in the logistics behind it as she was, "Because of how much easier it is for the flu viruses to replicate in the dry winter air, and then on top of that, how everyone's inside, breathing in each other's air when it's cold out, but it's still kind of skeevy when you see five kids a day, and four of them seem like they should be at their pediatrician instead of their psych," she laughed.

Just as soon as she sat down, ready to serve herself, she remembered something, and found herself popping back up. "I want to hear about both of your days in a minute, but I actually just remembered that I've been meaning to invite one of our neighbors, Jetta, over. I hope you guys don't mind? She seemed really sweet, and she saved me from breaking my back a few days ago trying to stupidly carry three suitcases up the staircase at once, so I'm going to see if she's home and hungry." With that, and hopefully no obvious objections from the others, Ruby left the apartment, leaving the door unlocked on her way out. She was pretty sure that as she had walked the girl out to her own apartment after receiving the help, she had seen her go into... 4A? Ruby hoped so, because that was the door she was knocking on.

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Ruby Barr
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Ruby was happy that Jetta merely accepted her invitation, so when the door was pushed aside, and her two roommates also accepted the invitation, she was even happier, and it showed on her face. Not only did they truly have enough food for Jetta, her roommates, and probably at least another apartment's worth of people too, given Carmine's portion sizes, but she was also just quite happy at the idea of getting to meet these new people, and welcome them into her home. It wasn't much of a home yet, and to be honest, Ruby was never very involved in the idea of extreme decorating or anything, but she was sure that after living there for a few more weeks, her new apartment would begin to have a more homey vibe. Gatherings like this, especially, would only add to that, and that had been part of the reason for why she had decided to do it with her own roommates to begin with. An official "family dinner" seemed like a necessary step in christening a new home. "Yay, great!" she beamed, once the invitation had been accepted by the three of them.

When the question came up about cooking, Ruby laughed. She was good at a lot of things, but cooking definitely wasn't one of them. In her defense, she wasn't as bad as Zoey described herself as being. Her flaws in the field mostly stemmed from a lack of experience. Her mother was a great cook, so she had never had to learn on her own how to make anything more than the basics. Once she began living on her own, she had been guilty of indulging in take-out on the regular, because thankfully, her budget did allow for it. She could cook the basics to get by in between, so things like pasta, or simple chicken dishes, were within her skill range, but there was no way that she could cook a whole meal like this. Especially not after working for most of the day."I probably could just lie and say that I cooked it all, so you guys get a good first impression of me, but I'm sure one of my roommates would rat me out," she admitted with a smile, as she headed out of their apartment. "It's all from Carmine's. I know, I know, 'what a touristy restaurant!', but even after living in New York for all twenty-eight years of my life, it's still one of my favorites." There were so many "touristy" things in New York, that Ruby was probably over-estimating non-native New Yorker's knowledge of what was touristy or not, so there was probably a fair chance that these girls had never even heard of Carmine's, and wouldn't have known the difference anyway.

Her apartment was literally only feet away, so it didn't take long for them to reach it, and Ruby stepped in first, but lingered by the doorway as she motioned them inside. With the open layout of the apartment, her roommates at the table were in view within a few steps into the apartment, so she smiled at them immediately, as if to signal that she had been successful, even though that was probably obvious by the influx of people. "So, these are my roommates, Griffin and Kamon," she introduced, before continuing by pointing at the counter, where the food was laid out, "And the food's all up on the counter, so feel free to make yourselves a plate! I'm not sure if you guys are legal or not, but if you are, there's wine, and if not, there should be water, and seltzer and probably some soda in the fridge, too! Help yourselves!" Their kitchen table only had four chairs, which Ruby hadn't seen as a problem until right now, but she was a quick thinker, and only had to excuse herself for a minute before she returned, dragging a chair from her bedroom desk, and one from the living room, into empty spots at the table. "And I promise that I don't usually talk this much, and these two can vouch for that," Ruby insisted, though truly, she probably was the most talkative (or at least peppy) out of the three, "But I'd love to know more about you guys!" she insisted, resuming her own seem.

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It was funny how life took a turn. How one minute you were crammed in your room, filled with hunger and the next you were being given free food and wine. Jetta tried to restrain herself from making a B-line straight to the pasta. Instead, she lingered for a bit, waving at Ruby’s too roommates. Didn’t stare for too long though. She was already intimidated by them based on her assumption that they were much more mature than she and her roommates were.

It was no surprise that she felt like a bit of an infant. Even though Jetta was a junior in college and of legal drinking age, Ruby’s offer of seltzer to the kiddos in the building reminded Jetta more and more that Ruby was a grown ass woman. The blonde was definitely going to partake in the wine, though she wondered if her roommates were gonna give up the goat and opt for something else. For pre-game’s sake, she certainly hoped not.

“I’m Jetta,” she announced. She attempted to swallow her insecurity and continued. “I’m a junior at NYU. I’m an illustrator too, I think.”

She put a ton of emphasis on ‘I think’ and chuckled. She felt uncomfortable calling herself a full blown artist. Even though drawing and design made her much happier than programming, it always came second to the more “responsible” focus.
As she introduced herself she moved toward the food, skipping the salad.

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Ruby Barr
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Even if she would never describe herself in such a way, Ruby definitely had some maternal tendencies in her. She didn't know where they really came from, since she didn't have any younger siblings, and never had to take care of anyone. Her brother was a few years older than her, and mature in his own right, and her parents had always treated her as a capable child, so she wasn't coddled either. It was something that came naturally to her though, and probably went hand-in-hand with her interest in helping other people. She liked to see that people were taken care of, and that was why, although her plate was full from filling it earlier, she waited, watching intently as the new girls approached the food. She didn't want to become consumed in her own meal before making sure that they were all taken care of, and part of that maternal instinct in her had her considering standing back up and actually helping to spoon out sizable portions onto their plate, to prevent them from only taking a little out of consideration. She resisted however, though her eyes remained focused on the girls with interest and curiosity.

At Jetta's comment about being an illustrator, she smiled, kicking Kamon gently under the table, almost as if to ensure that she was paying attention. "Oooh, hear that, Kamon? Jetta's an illustrator too!" she piped up, flashing Kamon a smile that basically asked her to forgive her from forcing these interactions. Kamon wasn't unfriendly, but she also didn't see her as the type of person who would necessarily love interacting with strangers, even if she wasn't unsociable and could if she wanted to. "Kamon's an artist too!" she offered. "And probably one of the best tattoo artists in New York." That was probably an overstatement, only simply considering her age and experience level, and how many well-known tattoo artists were based in the city, but Ruby wouldn't be Ruby without throwing out compliments when she got the chance. She enjoyed hyping people up, and was sincere about it, even if others wouldn't believe her. "And you two?" she said, looking to the other two girls then with a curious, yet intrigued look.

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KAMON LEAVITT
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Griffin appeared out the room soon after she did, and Kamon continued to listen intently to Ruby describing her day as she continued to empty the bags onto the counter space. Soon enough she had her own plate of food ready to be devoured, but she stopped short of stuffing her mouth whenever Ruby had mentioned bringing a neighbor, Jetta, over to join them.

Although it was nice to get a little social interaction into the day, especially since she hadn't left her room since she's been awake, she was just the slightest bit apprehensive of eating dinner with a stranger. Though she didn't protest Ruby's decision and simply shrugged, watching as Ruby has stepped outside of the apartment.

Kamon was even more surprised whenever three people, not just one, ended up joining them in the apartment, but she quickly told herself to suck it up and try to appear to at least look less off-putting as she usually did. She decided to skip the wine for the night, as she'd have to keep her wits about her around her new guests and not make a total fool of herself.

Who knew? Maybe she would even make a new friend out of this sudden madness that seemed to have engulfed their apartment.

She took a good long look at Jetta as she introduced herself, giving her a slight wave before turning back to her plate to continue eating, feeling no need to speak since Ruby had already done a good enough job at introducing her and Griffin. They seemed like nice enough people, but Kamon was never one to make quick judgments of people, even if those judgments were positive in nature.

As Ruby nudged her under the table and began to speak, Kamon almost had to stop herself from choking on her food at her outrageous compliment. "Calling me one of the best tattoo artists in New York is beyond an overstatement, but I'll graciously take the compliment." Hearing that Jetta also drew was at least something that they had in common; perhaps she'd strike up a conversation about it later on. Turning towards Griffin, Kamon gave him a sly smirk. "Well don't you feel lucky, being the only man in a room filled with women." It was an obvious joke, Griffin probably felt more uncomfortable than anything else, but all the two of them did was poke fun at each other.

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ZOEY . SAIDI
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As expected, given the food that Ruby described, the apartment smelled divine when Ruby opened the door and welcomed them inside. One would have thought that Zoey hadn't eaten all day with how fast her mouth started watering, and even she was embarrassed with just how quickly she went from being not hungry, to ready to devour a plate full of food, just because she knew it was free. If this was a school sponsored event, like the ones certain clubs sometimes held where they would offer free bagels or pizza to certain students, Zoey would have made the most of it and ate some there, and packed a plate to go, too. Because this was a more personal event, with people she was trying to make a better first impression with (and maybe even a friendship with, her optimistic side reminded!), she felt more compelled to be polite and gracious. After all, aside from it reflecting on her, she also still believed that Jetta had to have had a more solid relationship with Ruby than she did in reality, and she didn't want to embarrass her roommate by acting greedy.

Jetta went first, and luckily since her introduction wasn't too impressive (and not in a mean way, it was just that there wasn't much to brag about when you were still in college), Zoey didn't feel intimidated by offering a similar one. "I go to NYU too, but I'm a sophomore, and much to my parents' dismay, just a communications major," she said with a small laugh as she poked fun at herself. It was true, though. Not only were her parents iffy about going into so much debt just to go to school in New York, but they also felt like by getting a communications degree, she was going into so much debt for nothing. If she had a dollar for every time they told her that she needed to go into nursing, or engineering, or pre-med, or something with a guaranteed career path, she felt like she would be a millionaire. "I work as a waitress at a little place by NYU, and I'm pretty boring otherwise," she finished with another chuckle. She wanted to ask Ruby what she did, partly out of the desire to be feel polite by returning the question, but also out of sheer curiosity. She looked like she was in her late twenties, and the guy sitting at the table beside her looked around that age too, if not a good few years older, so she was sure that they had careers by now. She wasn't going to cut Riley off though, especially because she felt like Riley was interesting enough to have some useful things to share (even if that was more of her projecting her appreciation of Riley than factually believing that she was that much more interesting than herself or Jetta). Besides that, her eyes were now on the food choices in front of her.

A few steps away from the table, at the counter, she fawned over the large trays of food. If she had felt awkward a minute before about overstepping by eating as much as her stomach could handle, then seeing these portions definitely silenced that part of her brain, a bit. While her stomach told her that all it wanted was pasta, cheese, and more pasta, she decided that she wanted to appear at least a little healthy, so as well as adding a little bit of everything else to her plate, she added some salad as well. And then there was the dilemma with the wine. Ruby had indirectly said that she didn't want to be providing alcohol to minors (which only reassured Zoey that she had to be a bit older than them, and definitely out of college). It was actually kind of sweet that she was old enough to be concerned and responsible, and it did make her feel an ounce of guilt as she poured herself a glass, and then one for Riley, because she wasn't going to be the lying asshole alone. She realized after the fact, that if they did the math, her being a sophomore would probably contradict with her being twenty-one, but it was too late now, as she motioned silently to Riley that the extra glass she had poured was for her.

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As expected, the apartment greeted her with a strong fragrance that left her mouth watering, an instinct she forgot she had. At the sound of wine, Riley suppressed a smile, although it barely would have been registered anyway since she already had such a muted reaction to everything. She passed a glance to Zoey, grinning internally because she was most certainly going to be twenty-one tonight, and once Zoey poured their glasses, it was clear that her roommate was on the same page as her. She shot an eager smile at her, one that would really only be worn by someone who was doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. "Oh, and I'm Riley. NYU too. I'm studying film with a, uh, pre-med track and a minor in French" And it was about as chaotic as it sounded. She wasn't at all forced to do pre-med, but she did have an interest, and while it might take her a bit longer to get out of school since she was realizing she was going to have to start balancing school, work, and her sanity, she did enjoy what he was doing in school. Her minor in French, whether required or not, was something that would have stayed. She didn't just do it for the looks or because she'd been studying it since elementary school, so she might as well get a degree in it. Especially now, it made her feel closer to where she was from, of which she knew very little about, asides from it being a beautiful, small, French-speaking island. Riley glanced about the table quickly while she prepared her plate, making sure to only take the smallest of portions so that she didn't seem like a piggy and then inevitably end up wasting the food. She wouldn't toss it out, but she also didn't want it to seem like she had planned on not finishing so that she could take things home. "This all smells really good," she offered quietly, wanting to say something of substance since she was now feeling particularly shy. It was an odd situation, to be fair. She didn't necessarily mind meeting new people, but breaking breads was quite a forward step. So even though they were clearly invited over to eat, Riley was still very present of her role as stranger and guest, and wanted to be as polite as possible.

Even without all of that, she felt slightly uncomfortable because of the vibes she was getting from the Ruby's two roommates. It was interesting that someone quiet like Riley would perceive two seemingly quiet people as offputting, but she understood that she'd only been inside for a few seconds, so she wasn't quick to judge. Nevertheless, that objectification didn't ease her nerves or her perception anymore, but she didn't want to be rude either. Her next best compromise was to ask her question, but when she did, to just look at Ruby. Ruby was obviously the most endearing of the bunch, and Riley felt naturally drawn to her, if only because the girl did seem so inviting. "What about you all? You don't look like undergrads," she said with a small, nervous chuckle. She glanced at Zoey, not realizing how much she was looking at the girl compared to her other roommate. Because it was such a novel situation, it was quite natural to gravitate to who you knew best, and in a normal situation, Riley didn't Zoey all too well, only well enough for her to consider her more than an acquaintance, but still a friend. Now, though, it was easiest for Riley to turn to Zoey as though she knew her well, and it wasn't to be fake, it was just a natural gravitation. Zoey was the most familiar one out of the bunch, so it made sense that she would stick by her side the most and the easiest. "I mean, Italian dinners definitely aren't a norm. At least not for us," she smirked, looking between her own roommates. "The closest I get to a pasta dish comes in an orange packet for a couple of cents."

Riley took her spot at the end of the table, sipping lightly on her glass of wine. She didn't look half as nervous as she felt, and in fact, she was holding herself with a lot of poise. It was likely because she was so conscious of herself that she innately became more in control, despite feeling the opposite. Riley took another prim sip before lightly placing it on the table. In all honesty, she hated red wine. It had a weird after taste and a grittiness to it. Whenever people spoke about sweet wines, it still tasted like sour grapes to her, but she wasn't going to wince tonight. She figured it was an acquired taste you developed as you got older, and she wanted to feel like anything but a broke twenty-year-old on her third (fourth?) day of Chinese food, even if just for a little bit. So if drinking a glass of wine she had no taste for involved that, then so be it. She might even have a second glass. Trying to be as discreet as possible, she fumbled with her phone on her lap, looking swiftly from it as soon as she was done. "It's so cold out. My friend was thinking it was going to snow, but I don't think it's on the forecast."

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i'm not crazy. we're way out of our league, right? i feel like i'm on a job interview

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Upon hearing the three girls' brief descriptions of themselves, Ruby concluded that they had to know each other through school. She wasn't far off, since Zoey and Riley knew each other through mutual friends at the school, but she wouldn't have guessed that Jetta had met them by chance through a Facebook housing group. It wasn't entirely surprising though. NYU was a big school, and New York was an even bigger city, so it would certainly be an ignorant thought to assume that everyone in a school like NYU knew each other. "You'll find your way," she assured Zoey with a confident nod. Luckily for her, she knew what she wanted to do when she was an undergraduate student. She knew that becoming a psychiatrist was her end goal. There was no plan B, no uncertainties, because she didn't need one. She knew what the job entailed, and she knew that it was a perfect fit for her. She was a unique case, in that sense, and in a lucky way. She knew that most people changed their minds and majors often in undergrad. A lot of people didn't know what they wanted to be after school was over with, and though it wasn't something she could relate to on a personal level, it was something that she understood. She understood how heavy the weight of a decision like a career choice was, and how it was a lot of pressure to put on kids who were only just beginning to get to make choices on their own at all. You went from having to ask for permission to use the bathroom in high school, to a few months later, being expected to choose a career path... one that would typically decide the fate of your entire future. It was a big decision, and so even if Zoey laughed with her comment regarding her parents' unhappiness with her major choice, Ruby was sure that it was something that stressed her out when she wasn't in front of a group of strangers, and didn't need to laugh to lighten the tone.

"Especially if it's something that you're good at and have a passion for, you'll do well. Even in the most saturated fields, which communications probably isn't, since I admittedly know very little about it, I think the most successful people are the ones who really have a passion for it, you know? The ones that enjoy going into work and doing what they do, and the ones who have ideas on how to make it a better field. I can only imagine that New York is probably the best place for someone looking to get into that." Communications seemed like a straight forward field. Ruby imagined that you could go into anything from a human resources type of job, to management, or sales. They were just guesses though, because she had dealt with those sorts of classes only minimally while in school. She had taken Communications 101 though, back in freshman year, which she cringed to think was over a decade ago. "I took only one or two communications classes when I was in school, but in the first one that I ever took, my professor said that the most beneficial piece of advice he had ever been given, years ago when he had first moved here, was to never burn bridges in New York," she said, pausing, as if the quote deserved a bit of thought. It wasn't that deep, but it was a true statement. She had grown up here, so it was a little different than had she just moved here and been offered those words of wisdom, but it was a good reflection of how connections were very important in the city. You never knew who you were dealing with on a daily basis, who they knew, and how that one day could either hurt or help you. That wasn't to say that anyone should keep toxic people in their lives, because Ruby would be the first to advocate against that, but to Ruby, it was more-so a strategy to focus on one's self-control and reactions. Cutting toxic people out of one's life was sometimes necessary and healthy, but it was possible, in her opinion, to do it graciously and without sacrificing one's own reputation in the process. It didn't hold an enormous amount of direct relevance in this conversation, but she liked to share the advice every now and then, and these young girls seemed like good recipients of it.

Had Ruby not been trying to make such a good and welcoming first impression, then she would have snickered at Kamon's comment, and added one of her own about how they could finally say that, and there actually be a chance of one of the women in the room wanting him. Most people would see Griffin as a lucky man for having two single female roommates, but in reality, both she and Kamon were gay, so he was out of luck in that department. She shook her head, though her smile spoke to her amusement, as she turned back to Riley, who had then explained that she was involved of all sorts of different interests in school. Film, French and pre-med? She was a go-getter, apparently, and Ruby was intrigued. Even if she had only said pre-med, that would have been a big enough similarity for her face to light up, but the uniqueness of that trio intrigued her more. "Kamon's the baby of our little family, so she's the only undergrad," she teased, flashing Kamon a cheesy smile in the process. "She goes to Columbia, which is where I graduated from with my bachelor's and it's actually where I went to med school too, which is why I already love you for being pre-med," she said, twisting her fork between strands of spaghetti, as she finally decided that she couldn't wait any longer to eat. Before putting the fork into her mouth, she looked to Kamon and Griffin with a playful smile. "See, only a few minutes in and I've already found you a little drawing buddy, and clearly everyone here can tell that you're stellar at communicating, so I'm sure you and Zoey will be hanging out all the time soon enough," she said, clearly sarcastically teasing Griffin with the last part. It was meant light-heartedly, of course. She understood that Griffin and Kamon both weren't as naturally inviting as she was, and she respected that, but she also appreciated that her relationship with both of her roommates was pretty easy going. They could all tease each other without it ever being that deep or offensive. "I guess I was lucky, though, because I knew that I wanted to go into psychiatry as soon as I started undergrad, which I know a lot of people, even in med school, aren't certain of. Long story short, though, I've been through the motions and know the struggles of everything from undergrad biochemistry, to the MCATs, and shadowing experiences, and I actually have a few connections at Langone and NYU's med school, in addition to everyone over at Columbia, so if you ever need any help finding an internship or getting some practice clinical hours in for your resume, you know where I live now," she said.

Finally taking a bite, the food was just as good as she knew it would be. She was sure that even true Italians couldn't hate on food this good, but she also wasn't one of those people who were overly critical of food, so it was easy for her to enjoy it. Swallowing the first bite, she had to throw in, "But, if you don't mind me asking, what are you planning on doing with your film degree?" She wondered if she was equally passionate about both, or if one was a backup plan to the other.

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It could have been the euphoria from the food that was talking, but Ruby extending herself as a resource merely seconds after mentioning the importance of connections in the city left Riley a bit dizzy. While it didn't make sense, for a brief second she wondered if the girl was joking. Connections were the one thing she hated about New York. She'd like the hustle and bustle, but she didn't like the grind. Having to rub elbows just to rub elbows, and that was coming from someone who wasn't the most sentimental person out there too. Plus, she came into New York cold turkey. There were plenty of people, like her roommates, who weren't from the city, but it was easy for Riley to feel like everyone knew somebody important while she didn't know anybody. She wasn't alone in that imposter feeling, though, but it wasn't something she was acutely aware of. It had never bothered her so much that she felt totally hopeless. She just figured her time would come, and hopefully it would be due to her hardwork, since that was the only thing she had. Even she'd be lying if she said she didn't occasionally fantasize, from time to time, about accidentally running into someone who just so happened to have amazing connections. And, in a way, that was what was happening here, but it still seemed so random and by chance. If she ever crossed paths with the right person, she assumed it would be related to some task she was doing, like on the way to class, or running errands. Never in her life would he have imagine that she would run into a Ruby just because her roommate had a chance interaction with her the other day. Riley almost felt wrong to take the woman up on her offer, because she'd done absolutely nothing to deserve such a thing--as if her hardwork for the past few years were, for whatever reason, no longer counted in this instance. The best she could muster was a grateful nod and, "Okay, thank you."

"I don't mind at all." It was a common question, and sometimes a spiteful one too, as was any degree where the outcome wasn't obviously rewarding. If she ever picked up on someone's snide attitude, she'd feel compelled to add that she was on a pre-med track, and then like clockwork, the mood of the conversation would change as the other person sighed a breath of relief. She wasn't getting that vibe from rumor, who seemed genuinely curious about what she would be doing, which would make it easier for anyone to want to be open to answering the question. "There's a lot you could do with film, and I don't want to limit myself, but I also don't want to lose my scope. So right now, I think if I could work at a market research company or an independent production company, that'd be great. Ideally, I'd be a content creator and have my own production company, but that's really far away. And I've also considered working for a start up since I have a few technical skills that I think could be useful. It doesn't have to be a career, but I would love to have it implemented in my life in some way." She sucked her lips in, as if she'd said too much and was hogging the conversation. Having so many possibilities in such a shaky degree was enough to leave even the most blase student worried. It was certainly easier for her not to worry since she did have medical school in her line of vision, but Riley really did love film and the versatility of the subject. It was more than just a script and actors, especially in the modern day. There was a softer, more poetic side with the writing and visuals, but then there was a hard, technical side to it. It was one thing to have a pen and paper and write down what you wanted the reader to know and feel, but it was something completely different to compel those same emotions from a visual audience. If you had the wrong actors, the wrong script, the wrong shot--it was all ruined. It wasn't the end of the world, but for Riley, it was close enough. She hated watching movies and seeing what could have been, but she also loved exploring why it had filmed the way it was. Put her alongside her dad, and she'd talk until the the sun rose from the east. She wasn't with him, though, and so she felt she'd been speaking some sort of foreign language, and felt the need to clarify, as though her relationship with her own studies needed to be validated.

"It's like..." Riley looked around, trying to think of an example. Her eyes fell on the mounds of food in front of her, and her eyes flickered. "Cooking. It's like cooking. You know when you make something for someone, and you just really want the people eating your food to enjoy it. And it's...really nice to see the look on their face when they take a bite. Even if you had it yourself and you know its good. Film is the same way. There's just something really cool about evoking emotion. Reminds you how human we are." In that moment, she realized she was rambling again, and shook her head, smiling apologetically, because now she was certainly being rude. Ruby didn't ask for all of that. "Sorry," she chuckled before scooping a forkful of pasta into her mouth to force herself to be quiet, because she was just an impulse away from talking endlessly.

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Griffin let out a hum of amusement at Ruby’s admissions as he wandered around the kitchen, filling his own glass with water. Apparently a year of minor alcoholism at his lowest point had made him a little averse to the bottle Ruby abandoned on the counter. But this was nice, he had to admit, listening to Ruby’s pleasantries as he and Kamon filled their plates. He wasn’t the sort of person terribly keen to chat, more comfortable in his role as a listener. That didn’t stop him from the occasional comment, however.

“Ugh. Children. I have no idea how you manage to deal with them every day,” Griffin muttered, scowling around the rim of his water glass. He’d spent far too much time dealing with snot-nosed brats as an older brother as well as during the portion of his residency that he’d spent in the children’s ward. The part of his residency he’d actually completed. But those were thoughts for another time or, well, never. He distracted himself by piling salad onto his plate, drizzling it with a balsamic vinaigrette. As long as Ruby didn’t bring home a stuffy nose or hacking cough to share around the apartment, he couldn’t complain much.

It was always difficult to complain around Ruby, whether she brought home some delicious(s if a bit touristy) Italian or not. She was his best friend, filled to the brim with warmth and enthusiasm. Well, that is when she allowed herself to truly live in a social situation instead of letting the over analytic part of her mind run hog wild. But she’d been better about that recently, especially stuck in an apartment with two blunt personalities like Kamon and Griffin. And when she was like this, positivity personified, he found it hard to deny her anything.

Which was very good, as it turned out, because he was not exactly pleased to have a stranger invited into their home. Yes, he did mind that she was inviting a stranger over. The apartment was a wreck (there were maybe two boxes left in the living room), he hadn’t showered today, and he didn’t like strangers. Maybe he had once upon a time, but after his dark downward spiral not too long ago, he just didn’t feel terribly comfortable in social situations. Here it was different. Ruby and Kamon were friends, people who’d touched his life in positive ways, even if Kamon had a habit of teasing him and Ruby sometimes fell into her old psycho-analytic training when he had bad days.

So, no, he didn’t want their neighbor stopping by, but, God, Ruby made it sound like the most reasonable thing in the world. How could he argue with that? So, instead, he reluctantly nodded his head as Ruby hurried out of the room. No, he couldn’t argue. He could, however, go ahead and take his pick of the choicest pieces of garlic bread, which he did with relish. Yes, armed with crispy garlic bread, he could face just about anything.

Except for there being three strangers instead of one. A herd of young women had apparently followed Ruby home, and Griffin found himself standing automatically, an act that belonged purely to the remnants of his mother’s dedication to teaching him some manners. He nodded in acknowledgment as Ruby made introductions, also not feeling the need to really add anything to the introduction. They were undergrads, as it turned out, a few years younger than the lot of them, although it was beginning to feel like a lot more. Maybe it was his sweater talking (or more likely Kamon’s comments about his “grandpa” sweater), but he felt like a bit of a fossil at the moment. Were they even old enough to drink? He doubted it but didn’t object when one of the girl began filling two glasses. It wasn’t his place to play at being an adult.

He would just have to stay strong, though. He dealt with creative majors on a weekly basis, at least, although he generally was holding their grades in his hands, which tended to change the interaction more than a bit. He resigned himself to sitting back down quietly, waiting to tuck in until everyone served themselves.

Ruby was in rare form tonight, dishing out compliments and trying to make connections between the people at the table. An illustrator, a communications major), and a film (with French and premed!) major. He could only be thankful that one of them wasn’t one of his writing students or students-to-be. Quelle horreur.

Maybe his general terror at the situation was showing because Kamon was ready to pounce, their eternal battle of snarky comments reviving itself. It was an old favorite, too, something he’d heard an infinite amount of times since deciding to move in with Ruby and Kamon. Clearly they were all completely straight and ready to live out an episode of some delightful soap opera. The reality, however, was much different with two out of three roommates firmly not heterosexual, and Griffin himself gradually admitting that he was somewhere more central on that sexuality spectrum.

“Yes, Kamon. I’m clearly in Heaven. Praise be,” He replied dryly, although the smile playing on his lips cut the sharpness of the comment. And it was enough to ease the tension for him, settling Griffin into a more relaxed posture. Familiarity was nice, even if it did mean that Ruby was going to take a turn teasing him too. He didn’t dignify her comment with a response, sniffing primly before taking a bite of chicken. Just because he was asked to be social didn’t mean he was about to let his food get cold, especially since it was apparently time for Ruby to dispense life advice.

He fought back a cringe when Ruby asked what the film girl, Riley, was going to do with her degree. It was a question he’d heard all too often after dropping out of med school, and it was usually paired with a good bit of judgment and disbelief. But Riley didn’t appear to take it the wrong way. If anything, her answer was far more telling than he’d expected.

He got it. Really, he did. The draw of communication through art, working towards something that you could only hope people reacted well to. How many short stories of his had been rejected? How many times had he had to prove that he could probably understand what made something good or bad to a reader while he was beginning as an editor? Not an easy life, that.

“Don’t be sorry about being passionate about something,” He said after a moment, eyes glancing down at his plate instead of at her. He seemed as surprised as any of them to finally be speaking. “Passion’s what keeps you going sometimes, especially when it comes to creating something. Otherwise you get scared off by all of the rejection and uncertainties.” He paused for another moment, fiddling with his fork.

“I’m work as an editor and I’m a Creative Writing grad student at NYU. Trust me, I get it.” He finally glanced up, a little twinkle of mirth in his eyes before going back to his dinner. “I wouldn’t recommend taking a class that I TA for, though. Apparently I’m the Devil incarnate.”

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While Dylan had acknowledged Hudson leaving, he hadn't been paying any attention, and so when a message appeared on the television screen, citing that the game had went offline due to a wireless connection problem, he got up in search of his brother. He was surprised when he didn't find him in his bedroom, and only then vaguely remembered hearing the guy say something about leaving fifteen or twenty minutes ago. He fiddled around with the router in the living room, trying all of the typical "restart it" easy fixes, to no avail. The console wouldn't reconnect to it, and Dylan was almost certain that whatever he had done had only made it worse, since now the modem wouldn't even light up. He was normally pretty technologically savvy which was why he was sure that whatever was wrong with this wasn't an easy fix. He groaned though, feeling like this was just his luck, even if it wasn't. He wasn't the type of person who frequently had bad luck, and his life had been smooth sailing for the most part, but he still chose to be dramatic sometimes. The internet being down now, at the very least, gave him the motivation to get off of the couch for a few minutes. If he was in the mood to be good, he would have used this offline time to finish the math problems that he had to complete out of a textbook for class on Monday, or maybe try to do some chores around the new apartment, but he wasn't in the mood to do anything other than relaxing. Especially with Hudson gone, he knew that this would be a particularly good time to smoke the marijuana he had hidden in a mason jar in his closet, but he also wanted to wait a bit to do that. He liked smoking before bed because it helped him fall asleep, and he wasn't planning on going to bed quite this early.

Somewhat begrudgingly, he decided to see if any of his new neighbors would be so kind as to share their Wifi password with him. When he looked on his phone, multiple password protected networks came up in his vicinity, so he hoped that at least someone on the floor would be home and willing to share their password for the night. He didn't know anyone, and hadn't made any attempts to reach out to his neighbors since moving in, but he didn't think he was wrong for that. This wasn't some upper middle class neigborhood where you were welcomed to the neighborhood with apple pies being delivered to your doorstep. It was New York, a place where there were so many people, that things rarely felt sincere and personal, at least in Dylan's opinion. He knocked on the door next to his, 4D, hoping that someone was home.

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After the dinner had passed and their three neighbors had left their apartment, Kamon retreated back to her room to recharge a little bit. She wasn't as antisocial as she had acted while they were around, but she wasn't exactly the most comfortable with having people who were little more than strangers over for dinner.

It wasn't all bad, as they seemed like decent people and Kamon was able to take the edge off with her sarcastic nature, poking fun at Griffin as she normally did and even Ruby had joined in on it herself. Nevertheless, she still felt a constant sense of uneasiness until they had finally left.

She knew that Ruby was being her usual good-natured self whenever she had invited them over, and a small part of her wished that Ruby wouldn't be as nice as she always was. Although it was endearing at first, it didn't take long for her to notice that Ruby spent more time dealing with other people's problems and catering to their needs than she did with her own.

She frowned a little as she returned to sketching in her notebook, so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even realize that someone had been knocking on their apartment door.

Kamon did remember one of the neighbors mentioning something about Art Bar before they had left, but she quickly shot down the notion of even thinking about going there. She already had her dose of socialization for the day, and she definitely didn't want to be around a bunch of drunk people any time soon. Kamon would settle for staying inside her room for the rest of the night. Hopefully, if she was lucky, Ruby wouldn't think of bringing any more neighbors into the apartment again anytime soon.

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By one o'clock on Saturday, Ruby found herself at home in her kitchen. She had been up fairly early today, at least by most people's Saturday standards, but it wasn't something that felt dreadful to her. Sure, she enjoyed the rare day that she stayed in bed to ten o'clock, but she was typically an early bird, and a functional one at that. She enjoyed productivity, so often, even if she didn't have anything to do, she liked to get out of bed anyway. Laying in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling felt wasteful to her. Today, she had a few appointments with some of her patients, so she didn't have that opportunity anyway, but she didn't mind it. Her first appointment was with a teenage girl she had only recently begun to work with, and they spent their hour discussing a multitude of things that were on her mind, from the effects she was beginning to feel from the Prozac she had started a few weeks back, to successful coping mechanisms regarding the loss of her dog a few days earlier. After that she met with an elementary-aged boy and his mother for their first consultation regarding the severe separation anxiety he had recently begun exhibiting, and following that, she met with one of her longest-running patients, a young girl who struggled with an eating disorder that had arisen as a coping mechanism to abuse she had experienced years before, who she had worked with during her residency, before taking her on as a patient at her own practice. After that, she picked up an All Day, Every Day salad topped with avocado and roasted chicken from The Wild Son, and returned home.

Seated in the kitchen now, distractedly eating her salad while the majority of her focus remained on the book. When Breath Becomes Air, that her free hand held, she appreciated her roommates even more. She wasn't sure if Kamon or Griffin were home, but the silence that existed in the apartment was nice. As they were both aware of, Ruby was probably the most social of the the three, but even she enjoyed peace and quiet. She wasn't the kind of person who always had to be interacting with others, and in fact, it was quite common for her to spend her days reading, researching, or people-watching. She didn't enjoy being involved in the chaos of life as much as she did observing it from the outside, but she also possessed a maternal, nurturing urge of sorts, that often made it hard for her to disassociate entirely from the people around her.

When her salad was finished, Ruby decided that it was time to put her book down as well. Though she was tempted to check in on her roommates to see what they were up to, she opted against it momentarily, if only because the full trash can caught her attention. To her surprise, as she headed down the hallway with the full bag, she found that the garbage chute for their floor was taped up, with a note about how maintenance was working on fixing some problem with it, and that they could use the chute on the floor above or below them for the time being. Simply because she had made it a goal for 2017 to exercise more, Ruby opted to walk up a flight of stairs rather than down one, and headed to the chute on the 5th floor. It was her first time up there, though admittedly, it wasn't a monumental moment. All of the floors in the building basically looked the same, outside of the people on them, that was. She only passed by one person on her way down the hall, a blonde who stood in front of a door, as if she was waiting for someone to answer it, and though Ruby offered a soft smile, she obviously had no reason to interact in any greater depth than that with her as she continued towards the garbage chute.

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Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Chanel Nasiri Character Portrait: Jeff Bloxham Character Portrait: Ezra Barnes Character Portrait: Oscar Teenson Character Portrait: Kamon Leavitt Character Portrait: Zoey Saidi Character Portrait: Neil Vincent Character Portrait: Kahlen Bennett Character Portrait: Serafina Blackburn Character Portrait: Hudson Taylor Character Portrait: Ben Winslow Character Portrait: Kaz Martin Character Portrait: Ruby Barr Character Portrait: Riley Paige Character Portrait: Griffin Hughes Character Portrait: Jetta Babin Character Portrait: Nick Moreno Character Portrait: Dylan Taylor Character Portrait: Sofia Nygard
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