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Kaz Martin

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

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FULL NAME
Kazimierz Theo Martin

NICKNAMES
Kaz

BIRTHDATE
June 5th

AGE
25

OCCUPATION
Linguistics student at Columbia University

HEIGHT/WEIGHT
5'10" - 154lbs

ETHNICITY
Polish | French-Canadian | Caucasian

SEXUALITY
Homosexual
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In honest words Kaz is a scruffy prick with the uncanny ability to simultaneously be the most well behaved and worst gossiper in the room at any given point in time. That isn't to say that Kaz is a horrible human being, just as much as he has his vices he also has his virtues. A well of patience that somehow manages to stay full, usually in regards to his boyfriend and friends. A tendency to fight for others, even if its often perceived as ill-intentioned when he gets out of hand (by going too far, or causing some sort of havoc in the process). And a realists point of view that doesn't always favor pessimism. He is well intentioned if not overly willing to throw himself to the wolves for family/friends/acquaintances of whom he favors greatly. Though, typically the latter is usually in the hopes of gaining a debt of which he could collect on in the future.

He goes out of his way to be the reliable one in a situation, considering the fact he grew up in an unreliable household that had very few instances of actually being helpful. He's a difficult guy to be around if only because his demeanor changes moment to moment, but it isn't hard to stay in his good graces - he isn't over flowing with friendships but the ones he has are built on loyalty and trust of which he values greatly. If nothing, always know that he will be honest even if it is to a fault. He doesn't mind stepping on someones feelings if it means not lying right to someones face. On the flip side, as he is a bit of a hypocrite he does tend to gossip monger for his (and Neils) enjoyment.

He finds it amusing to annoy people, this isn't always a flaw as his merciless teasing doesn't always exhibit ill intention. He knows how to have fun, and nobody can accuse him of being boring. He takes any chance he can get to make his own fun, and has been known to create trouble here and there. Nothing that would get him in serious trouble (he doesn't want to lose the good things he has going for him,) but often enough to be semi-life endangering.

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Foreign Culture - Cats - Graffiti Art - Alcohol - Loud Music - Daytime Television - Being Challenged


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Unconfidant People - Being The Last To Know Something - Cake - Summer - Shaving/Haircuts - Most Holidays (Exception: Halloween) - Cleaning Of Any Kind



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When growing up torn between three languages, two older - and very much pissy - older siblings and a handful of questionable parental figures one might wind up with the shit end of the stick. Kaz, managed to not only sidestep away from the fire but also to get several steps ahead of the sideshow that it followed. His mother and father were more than happy to realize that they had one child they could rely on, as the others fell into the kind of drama that jerry springer would get a hard on for. As for Kaz, he was more than happy to soak up the attention his 'good' behavior wrought.

He spent much of his young life simply going with the flow, juggling an insane homelife and responsibilities. Through it all he managed to keep straight A's, acquire a job, and build a rather impressive College rรฉsumรฉ. While simultaneously being a volatile firecracker, awaiting the dreaded day that the fire burnt away the wick. Teenagers can't be perfect, and his own personality clashed with the 'good' boy image that he had weaseled into. He was undeniably ready to ruin his life. Stealing, fighting anyone who crossed him, and becoming a young alcoholic in the making. If it weren't for some close calls and a general smackdown by his older sister he would have likely wound up rivaling her teen pregnancy for most upsetting family event.

As it was, he buckled down when he realized what an ass he was being. Graduated with high honors, and unsurprisingly was accepted into Columbia - his family had enough wealth and pull - though they were by no means "Rich" - and he had the intelligence and character traits that the admissions office always looked out for.

Perhaps it would have been wise not to spend the night before moving into the dorms anywhere but a bar, but he did anyways, and wound up with quite a few new bruises and scuffs for the trouble. Luckily, he got away from the scrap without being kicked out of Columbia - however, he was faced with the very unpleasant sight of the very same guy he was fighting with the night before as his roommate the very next day. Somehow, as if by fate (or perhaps, cosmic karma and a dash of fuck you from the gods) they wound up as something so far beyond enemies that it sometimes blows Kaz's mind to think about.




So begins...

Kaz Martin's Story

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The alarm didn't wake him.

Again.

But that wasn't anything new, not at all. Kaz had been sleeping through alarms since the moment adult obligations were a thing he had to deal with. He needed the rest, that was for certain. Late nights spent roaming through studies - some not even related to schooling at all - talking shit on the world at large with Neil, or doing his best impression of a emotionally functional human being weren't uncommon. Once even, in the very short time between moving in and inviting Oscar into the fold he had spent his time playing 'white male in a generic horror movie' with a bottle of tequila, a home-made ouija board (printer paper taped to a spare slat of cardboard and a magnifying glass), and Neil's constant disapproving snark. It had been magical. (and moderately terrifying once the tequila really hit him)

Last night however, had been a nightmare of insomnia's making and the mother of all bad decisions to call home and check in with his parents - they were great, everyone was great - which meant that someone was lying about something. Typical, but that didn't make him feel too great either. So instead, he stayed up until dawn broke on the horizon watching shitty trash tv and sitcoms till he'd smoked his way through two packs of cigarettes alone. Neil had joined him, and did so without the same judgement he reserved for the rest of the world. Kaz was grateful.

What he wasn't grateful for was the fact that his head pounded something awful and he could hear Neil laughing at him like the big asshole that he is. Kaz groans, burying his head further into the sheets before opening his eyes to the darkness provided beneath the covers. He blinked, and slid into the light - though he couldn't tell what time it was and didn't actually want to know. He flipped Neil off and grabbed blindly for his cellphone on the night stand. It's blank screen and inability to react despite holding down the home button for several long minutes indicated how well and truly dead it happened to be. Of course.

The alarm didn't exist at all.

"Fuck off," He said to Neil, with a strange touch of fondness in it that only someone who uses insults as compliments could generate. Then proceeded to brush a hand through the tangled mess of his hair. He couldn't remember if they had any prior obligations today, his short sleep and the groggy headrush that came from it wiped memories of the week from his mind.

Without bothering to dress appropriately he strode past Neil to the door, he was used to walking around in just boxers and never quite saw the need for modesty in his own 'home.' Sure, he paused a bit as he saw Oscar walking in, carrying what looked to be the mail. He hadn't gotten used to having another entity in the apartment yet, didn't think he would ever get used to sharing space with someone who wasn't tagged with the same last name as him, or Neil who was an entire other beast to live with.

"Hey man," Kaz greeted, unperturbed, then moved along to the kitchen where he could brew up some instant ulcer inducing coffee. Needing badly to feel as if he isn't on the verge of falling asleep on his feet.

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Friday, January 6th, 2017 || 9:00 PM

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Moving, in general, was a process that Neil loathed, and subsequently drew out. Most of their shit had been put away before theyโ€™d invited the new kid along, but their school stuff was still packed up like if they ignored the fact that it existed, they would starve off the incoming semester.

The fucking boxes were mocking him though. Neil frowned at them through a haze of smoke and kicked at the cardboard, hard enough to make a sound but not to do any real damage. Kaz spared him a glance, as if making sure the latter was true, and then decided Neilโ€™s little fit wasnโ€™t worth his energy.

Neil frowned harder. What a fucker.

โ€œBabe,โ€ he said, the word dripping with sarcasm the way any of their pet names did. He might as well be swearing, for all his tone gave away. The two were currently taking over the living room. Neil wasnโ€™t sure what the fuck Kaz was up to, and Oscar had locked himself in his bedroom after breakfast never to be seen again. That was probably for the better, Neil was in a mood.

โ€œBabe,โ€ he said again, and this time pulled himself away from the shitty window with itโ€™s shitty view to move to where Kaz was sprawled on the couch, full attention on whatever trash daytime television bullshit he was watching. Despite having half a foot on his boyfriend, Neil climbed up there with him, pressing his knees to either side of Kazโ€™s thighs. That got his attention, a flash of annoyance in dark eyes. It was kind of hot.

โ€What.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m bored,โ€ Neil complained, and it would sound whiny, expect Neil didnโ€™t ever really whine. It was a stated fact, a problem presented. Obviously, it was Kazโ€™s to fix.

Kaz arched an eyebrow. โ€œI wasnโ€™t.โ€ Neil evidently looked unimpressed enough that Kaz sighed and said, โ€œRead a book.โ€

Neil snorted. โ€œFuck you.โ€

Kaz offered him a lazy shrug and a slow smile. โ€œThat works too.โ€

Neil grinned and ran his free hand through Kazโ€™s ridiculous hair, getting a grip and tilting his boyfriendโ€™s head back far enough for a kiss. โ€œTemporary solution to a lifelong problem,โ€ he muttered against the other manโ€™s lips. โ€œIโ€™m assuming you donโ€™t have the energy to stay in bed for three days solid, mm?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re such a freak,โ€ Kaz said, pushing at Neilโ€™s chest he backed off, laughing. โ€œCan I go back to my show now?โ€

โ€œYour trash shit isnโ€™t going anywhere,โ€ Neil pointed out, and took a drag of his cigarette. He kind of wished he had something stronger. โ€œYou know what we should do? Throw a party. Tomorrow. With lots of alcohol and fucking bad decisions. I bet someone in this building is dealing.โ€

Kaz eyed him suspiciously. โ€œYou hate people.โ€

โ€œTrue,โ€ Neil agreed, โ€œBut I love hating them with yoooouu.โ€

Kaz rolled his eyes, but if anything the expression looked fond, before he stretched out a bit and curved one arm behind his head. It was a lazy gesture for a lazy day, and he was probably already feeling winded from the shit Neil was about to throw at him. โ€œFair point. What are you even going to do though? Print fucking flyers and stick them on everyoneโ€™s door? โ€˜Free alcohol, bring drugsโ€™?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ Neil answered, confidently enough that one could almost assume that had been the plan all along. โ€œThatโ€™s a yes, then? Do you think we should ask Oscar? I mean, not that I really give a shit if he wants us to throw a party or not, but I guess we should at least ask him. OSCAR!โ€ Neil paused, waiting just long enough to see if his roommates head would appear or if he had his damn headphones on. โ€œWeโ€™re throwing a party, want to come?โ€

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Oscar Teenson
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It had been a long day of looking at nothing but fiddling around in visual studios, messing around in C# in order to satisfy a client that was quickly getting on his nerves. Word of mouth was an awesome thing when it got him work that he wanted, but it was a double edged sword. If he wanted to retain that type of reputation, he couldnโ€™t turn down work without a damn good reason. So far, the client had been anything but cooperative, demanding the moon and offering very little in return. Still, Oscar had given him some time to stew on his decisions while he himself had been looking at options, approaches and generally making sure he would be ready when the time came down to actually work on things. Naturally he hadnโ€™t been doing this all day, he had taken a break around noon to play some games for awhile but before he knew it, the day had fallen into the evening and he had done the very thing he was trying not to do, which was isolate himself from the world. It wasnโ€™t until he heard his name being yelled, thankfully only having one earphone in at the moment, that he even realized what the time was.

โ€œDamnโ€ฆโ€ Oscar said to himself, becoming accutely aware that he hadnโ€™t eaten anything all day. He got up and walked to his door, walking out to see his roommates in a rather...compromising position, although they were both fully clothed so Oscar didnโ€™t say a word. โ€Party? As in youโ€™re throwing one here in the apartment?โ€
Upon receiving an affirmation, Oscar paused for a second to give it some thought. He was expecting his client to get back to him sooner rather than later, and he would prefer to get a head start on the work expected of him so that it remained fresh in his mind. โ€Well, I do have a client who Iโ€™m wai-โ€. As if his phone had been waiting for that exact moment, it started to ring with the default ringtone. He pulled it out of his pocket, and took a glance to see it was the very man he had been ready to just talk about. โ€Speak of the Devil and you shall summon him. Gotta answer this.โ€ Oscar answered the phone, walking into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. โ€This is Oscar Teenson.โ€

โ€œEvening Mr. Teenson, how are you doing tonight?โ€

โ€Pretty well Mr. Kaster, how about yourself?โ€

โ€œGood, good. Have you given any more thought to our proposal.โ€

โ€I have.โ€

โ€œAnd? Are we ready to draft up a contract?โ€

โ€I think you failed to understand why I didnโ€™t agree to anything in the initial phone call sir.โ€ Oscar stated, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it, leaning against the counter as he fed himself just the tiniest bit. โ€Iโ€™ve already stated that I donโ€™t work for exposure, and with the amount of work that you want done vs the amount youโ€™re paying me, that isnโ€™t nearly enough.โ€

โ€œWe beg to differ, we believe weโ€™re offering a fair rate with plenty of benefits.โ€

โ€Broken down, the amount of time I would need to work on your application, at the rate your offering, is just above minimum wage. Iโ€™ve stated my rate, if youโ€™re unwilling or unable to accommodate that, then Iโ€™m afraid youโ€™ll have to look elsewhere.โ€

โ€œMr. Teenson, I believe youโ€™re throwing away a great opportunity to get your name out thereโ€ฆโ€

โ€Thatโ€™s called exposure...the very thing that I said I donโ€™t work for.โ€

โ€œWell considering youโ€™re an independent contractor, we felt you could use a bit of publicity.โ€

โ€Youโ€™re literally a โ€˜word of mouthโ€™ client yourself. My name is plenty out there already.โ€ Oscar answered, taking another bite from his apple.

โ€œYouโ€™re throwing away a perfectly good opportunity.โ€

โ€Nah. Youโ€™re trying to get me to work for essentially nothing. Iโ€™ve done my research, looked into what you want built and have already done up the estimations on effort, time and resources that I will need to complete it. This isnโ€™t a matter of not being able to do it, this is a matter of you trying to undercut me.โ€Mr. Kaster seemed ready to say something, but Oscar cut him off as he was tired and didnโ€™t want to do this song and dance at the moment. โ€Sir, if you want my services than you know my rate. If and/or when youโ€™re ready to accept that, Iโ€™ll be here and ready to go but until then Iโ€™m afraid thereโ€™s nothing I can do for you. Now if thatโ€™s all?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™ve made your stance clear Mr. Teenson, Iโ€™m sorry we couldnโ€™t come to an agreement.โ€

โ€Same. Have a good night Mr. Kaster.โ€

โ€œYou as well.โ€ Oscar hung up the phone with a sigh, realizing he had just wasted an entire day researching a pointless endeavor. Oscar finished the apple and threw it away before wandering back into the living room area.

โ€So never mind, no job tomorrow. Sure, throw your party.โ€ Oscar made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and slipping on his shoes. โ€Gotta get some fresh air though, back in a bit.โ€ With little flair, Oscar was geared up and walking out of the apartment.




It had been a good while, walking out in the brisk cold and feeling the wind sting his face a bit. He had maneuvered a path around several blocks, making sure his legs hadnโ€™t atrophied and he didnโ€™t have nerve damage from sitting on his ass for so long. He was on his way back, but honestly he was taking a bit longer than he really should have, mainly because of the position he had seen his roommates in when he had exited. Like he stated, he didnโ€™t have a problem with gay men but he didnโ€™t want to walk in and hear the sounds of any two people really going at it like rabbits in heat. As he got closer to the apartment, he figured he could always just check at the door of his apartment and take another walk if that was the case, but he did want to get in from the cold at this point.

It was then that he noticed the bar that he was passing, pausing and reading the sign. Art Bar? Not the most original name, but considering it was only a few minutes away from his place he figured it couldnโ€™t hurt to at least check the place out. Maybe get a quick drink and give some more time just to make sure he didnโ€™t walk in on something. So with that mindset, he stepped inside and was met with a bit of a rustic aesthetic. The atmosphere seemed pretty relaxed, and not overly crowded which relieved Oscar to no end. If it had been elbow to elbow bodies, he would have rather freeze to death than taken a single step more into the place. Unzipping his jacket, he made his way to the end of the bar and sat upon a stool. Looking over, he noticed the few girls that he had helped with their TV. They seemed preoccupied so he didnโ€™t see a reason to go and intrude on their conversation or night.

The bartender came over, wiping the counter as he did so. Oscar wasnโ€™t much of a drinker, but he did prefer hard liquor over beer. โ€Jack and Coke please.โ€ Oscar asked, pulling out his phone and checking through the rest of his mail to see if anything had come by in the time he had been walking about.

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Kaz knew that Neil would throw the party no matter what Oscar said, it was simply how he did things. Shoot first, ask questions later, and never let anything stand in the way of a good time. A life motto of the personality flawed masses. Kaz had it too, that very same need to drive on the wrong side of the metaphorical road. Luckily for the two of them, that seemed to be the kind of personality that ran rampant in New York. Blending in had never been a strong suit of his, but here, he could do that without issue.

โ€So never mind, no job tomorrow. Sure, throw your party.โ€ Kaz ignored Neils smug face. โ€Gotta get some fresh air though, back in a bit.โ€ nodding lazily, Kaz waved him off with a barely audible 'sure man, have fun,' then returned to staring at Neil with nothing short of fond annoyance. It seemed as though they were actually going to throw a party. Though he didn't mind all that much, it may just wind up being the distraction they need. The final hurrah in a way, before they have to be forcibly returned to adult responsibilities and the crazy-hectic world of College. He didn't want to think about any of it, just the here and now and the way he looked forward to spending a night drunk off his ass.

"Go make your stupid flyers." Kaz said. "Jerry was just about to announce whether Datonius is banging his girlfriends best friend before you interrupted, and now I'll never know." His obsession with trash tv was no joke. Jerry Springer touched his soul on a daily basis.

"Mmm, what a shame." Neil countered, sounding far too pleased with himself. The little shit. Kaz flicked Neils shoulder, but leaned up into the other. A quick, barely satisfying kiss was all he gave up before promptly pushing Neil off of him and standing, grinning lazily. "We need alcohol. Lots of it." and the only way to get it would be to venture outside the apartment, something he had sparingly done since moving in. A habit he had developed as a way of keeping out of trouble. Being outside meant public interaction and that meant starting fights with strangers over stupid shit just to have a reason to punch each other - he wondered what the going rate for therapy was these days.

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