Fletcher Conner Monroe's Story

The sun rises over New York signaling the dawn of a new day. As the city wakes up you hear the indisputable sounds of New York. A patron flags down a taxi driver so she can get to work on time. A siren rushes past your window as a police officer drives by risking his life to protect the peace. People talk on their cell phones as the rush by. It's always go, go, go for the city that never sleeps.

It's two o'clock now so most people are getting off of workand going back to their mundane picture perfect lives. However, the residents of Chelsea, a Manhattan based community if artists and dreamers alike, are beginning their days. Well their real days at least. Yeah some worked day jobs in the morning but the real Chelsea life was at night. Even though they lived in Manhattan they didn't live a rich lifestyle. So most of their jobs were what you'd expect them to be: mail couriers, waiters and waitresses, baristas, cooks, etc. Some had night jobs like DJ's and dancers but they were a minority as well.

The Residents of 449 West 22nd street were especially excited today because it was New Years. This meant that they would have their annual New Years party. A potluck they did every year where they all got drunk, ate great food, and talked about all the shit they went through that year. It was a time for reflection that they cherished. The whole gang got to get dressed up all pretty and bitch for a whole night and with their view of the ball dropping they can watch a new year begin. A year they'll swear is going to be different. The party usually ends with a mainly drunk group of them sagging off to their rooms and reconvening the next day for waffles at the diner that Nell Martin worked at.

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Sitting behind a desk, content but remotely bored, he tapped his fingers on the smooth polished wood. Ever so often he looked up at the clock, he knew he had somewhere else that he needed to be. Work was nice and all, he loved to read so the library was like a safe haven for him. Books were always just a thing he could easily get lost in. Books were nice, but so was being with his friends. Unfortunately he had about thirty more minutes before he could get off. Fletcher had tried to convince his boss to let him off early, but the answer had been a no for whatever reason. At this time there was anyone here: a janitor, a lady reading, a young boy on a computer, and Fletcher. That was all.

A hand rested on his shoulder causing him to jump. "Relax, Fletcher," the voice said with a laugh, "I'm just here to let you know you can leave now. I'll watch over everything." Staring at his boss it didn't take long for the glare to merge into a smirk. "Are you sure I can leave early?" His boss laughed and patted him on the back, "It's New Years, go have fun." Without saying anything Fletcher nodded his head and rose to his feet. I have to hurry and get ready, entirely he groaned as he made a quick jog from the building and out into the streets.

It wasn't too cold outside nor was it warm. Instead of focusing on the temperature he kept his mind on getting back to his apartment. Maneuvering past people on the street caused him to get pushed and bumped into, even a few people screaming back at him as he moved by. "Touch me again see what happens you-" "Sorry!" Apologizing back loudly before a stranger could finish what they were saying to him. Who thought it would be so congested at this time.



Before he knew it he was back in apartment 3B. "What should I wear tonight..." Softly speaking to himself he rushed over to his closet and began looking through his options. He wasn't sure what to wear, at this moment he only had on a thin jacket and blue jeans, he could wear that to the party, but he wanted to try a little harder than that.

As he moved around shirts back and forth, hangers clinging, he finally came to a decision. Quickly unzipping his jacket he threw it to the floor, followed by him pulling out a light button-down from his shirt. Putting his arms through the sleeves and then fumbling with the buttons for a couple of seconds it didn't take him long to get it on. Fletcher knew he wasn't dressed up, in fact he was still pretty casual, but he also knew it was better than wearing a jacket.

Once that was all done he rushed into the kitchen, slung the refrigerator door open, and pulled out the poorly made meat load that was prepared for the potluck. Despite the appearance the flavor of the thing was fantastic. Time to go.



It didn't take long for Fletcher to reach the party, not seeing anyone downstairs he wondered up to the roof. "Sorry for being late." He stated to the others while he put his food down.

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By ten Nell and the residents who had showed up already, which was pretty much her, Zach, Amaris, Kayden, and Fletcher. They had extended an invitation to some of the residents near by and they were encouraged to invite anyone they were friends with or worked with if they wanted. Nell set up all the food that people had brought on the tables that leaned up against the brick walls. She placed Amaris's oxtails, rice and peas, and meatballs first on the the first table. Next to it was Zach's samosas, which she kept sneaking bites of, beside that was Fletcher's meat loaf. The second table had her desserts and third table had Kayden's drinks.

She was flitting around the roof setting up while her friends began lounging around on the mismatched chairs that sat on the roof. The roof was the product of tenants present and past. A long grey sofa lined the west wall. Wooden tables sat against one table. A long string of lights was strung up that gave it a warm hazy glow. Blankets and pillows scattered all over the sofa. Tarps were folded next to the sofa. A very large tapestry lay on the ground as a makeshift rug. A fire pit sat in front of the couch. A small green house was in the very south of the building. Though more often than not it was used to store the pillows and blankets in such. At one point it was used to plant weed though nobody ever copped up to who was the one that grew it. At the time only three of the tenants that live there now were residents.

By eleven guests they had invited had shown up as well. The guest ended up bringing spicy wings, one of them brought various juices, potstickers, churros, a jello cake, baklava, shish kabobs, and two of them brought pasta In all including the eight residents who lived in the building seventeen people showed up. Nell pulled out her camera and started taking pictures of her friends lounging on the sofa's. Most of the pictures were candids but a few of them came turned and posed for her. She was taking a photo of Amaris when she heard Keira yell out, "hey, guys She turned to her friend and smiled. "So, what are you guys talking about? Anything interesting?"

Nell turned around to her and smiled, "Not much we just got here. " She motioned to the food on the tables, "Food's done though and Kay brought a ton of alcohol so help yourself. I also bought some festive plates, cups, and cutlery. It should be on the second table. " She added while walking to the table and making herself a drink. It was a simple mix of vodka and lemonade. Nell never really drank straight alcohol. It was always a mix of some sort. By eleven she was passing quickly into drunk territory. Unfortunately Nell was always first to get smashed. She always pre-drank, usually took a pill, and Zach usually indulged her if she asked for some weed.

As a thought burst into her head she jumped a little, spilling a bit of her drink on herself, and pointed at her friends, " Somebody do shots with me." She set her drink on a small table on the corner next to the sofa and headed to the drinks table where she lined up five shot glasses. She poured a generous amount of tequila in them and winked at her friends before handing each of them one, except for Zach of course. With a bright toothy smile she said confidently, "Shots " And downed hers easily.

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Location
Rooftop

Her Look
Outfit

Dialogue Color #BF8080 | Thought Color #CDC1C5
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Rosaline's room looked like a tornado of paisley, flowers, and bright colors and smelled like sandalwood as she tried to decide what to wear. Her bright red hair was blown repeatedly from her face as she looked at the chaos and destruction. Her apartment was as old and colorful as you could get in this day. As soon as she saw it she had to have it. It was a little more color and pattern than most people's tastes but she'd always liked things like that. There was simply no decision to be made though on the clothing front so she dramatically threw her hand over her eyes and bent to reach whatever piece of clothing called to her. She pulled up a heavier garment, Wool? Fantastic! It should be freezing. She opened her eyes to reveal a very colorful and flowery dress that's probably been at the bottom of her closet since she moved. Quickly, she threw on some thick black thermal leggings and a high collar white button down before slipping on the dress as well as some bright orange mary-janes. Her style didn't always make sense to everyone, but the more colorful she could be the better. Color always made her happy.
She brushed her hands over the front of the dress and smiled. She didn't wear perfume often, opting to use her beauty oils as they gave of a fresh woodsy scent. However, the smile she sported moments before was hastily replaced with a gasp as she finally looked up at the clock and realized just how late she was. She hated tardiness, but she was so damn scatterbrained it was any wonder she even made it to things on her own. A distressed mantra fell from her lips as she scurried to round up the food,
"nononononononononononononononononononononononono"
And believe that there was plenty to gather. First she pulled out the two fruit tarts from the refrigerator and had those in separate boxes in no time flat. Then she opened the oven and grabbed some pot holders to remove the turkey she had simmering. Turkey is a staple holiday meal after all. Then waiting in the microwave were her, "stillfamousbutnevergoodenough" Chocolate Chip cookies she baked just that morning. Turkey took a long time to prepare after all and she liked to cook. No one would expect any less. She checked her Mickey Mouse watch and began to load up her arms. Placing the cookie tray on top of the large container holding the steamy turkey, Rosaline grabbed a tart box in each hand and grunted at the obvious heavy wait. Thanking the skies above that she at least had enough foresight to open the door before she loaded herself down, she stepped across the threshold and kicked the door shut with her foot, the door locking automatically. She stopped though and squinted her eyes before she cave her hips a shake. She nodded triumphantly as she heard her keys jingle against her phone in the pocket of the dress and looked at the stairs challengingly.
"It's just you and me my old foe"
With one last giant breath, she began at a quickened pace up the stairs to the roof. Luckily it wasn't a very large building but ,naturally, it lacked an elevator. By the time she got near the top she was heaving breaths and trying her damnedest not to fall back down the stair to her doom. She quickly pushed the door open with her foot and, with a new burst of energy, swiftly power walked to where she could see food clearly piled and organized,
"Heavy Heavy Heavy HEAVY." And as she reached the table she set the turkey down at an angle on the side and slid it further onto the table so she wouldn't hurt the tarts that she perched next to it. She wiped off the imaginary sweat that had accumulated on her forehead and gave a beaming smile to everyone.
"WHEW!", she placed a hand on her hip crooked her thumb at the turkey, "That is one Big Bird." She chuckled lowly at her bad joke and began unwrapping the food to display.