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Kenta Watanabe

"I'm not weird, you just have a small minded view."

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

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|Full Name|
Kenta Jungmin Watanabe

|Nickname|
Kent | Common | Loved | Anyone
Kenny | Common | Loved | Close People Only
Jungmin | Rare | Disliked | Parents Only
Kenta Lee | Forbidden | Nobody
Enta | Rare | Loved | His sister
you_killed_kenny | Unusual | Loved | YouTube Username.

|Birthday|
December 8th ( ♐ )

|Age|
Twenty-One | 21

|Nationality|
Korean 50% - American 50%

|Occupation|
YouTuber ( fulltime )
Music Shop Cashier ( part time )

|Sexuality|
Homosexual | Homoromantic

|Apartment Number|
2B

|Hometown|
Pasadena, California




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{β€œLook beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee.”― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations }




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|Quirks & Habits|
ADHD
Kenta was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of seven, with his inability to sit still for longer periods of time, and his tendency to switch topics or just in general a short attention span when it comes to things he's not truly interested in. He can easily focus when it's something he's truly passionate about.

Vulgarity
Ahh a very terrible quality of Kenta's is he has the mouth of a sailor. He doesn't really have a filter, often saying the first thing that comes to mind. Giving him...a blunt appearance.

Biting his Nails
Something he tends to do when he's nervous about something, or when he has to meet new people he doesn't know. His nailbeds are hell, and it's clear he just keeps biting them when nervous.

Twitching
Ahh, something that has people believing he has tourettes. Which he doesn't, he just, tends to twitch. Not small unnoticeable ones, dramatic ones. He could be completely fine one day, and move rather quickly in jerking and random moments.

|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
⚘ Kenta can play three instruments, guitar, piano and violin.⚘ He's an amazing vocalist, due to his training. ⚘ Kind, Kenta is always one to help. He doesn't like to be rude to others. ⚘ Determined. Kenta is a determined person, driven by his goals. And he will not stop until he reaches them. ⚘ Much to his sister's jokes, Kenta is a rather good cook. He was supposed to also be in England for a well known culinary school. ⚘


|Flaws/Weakness|
⚘ Overthinking, one of the main reasons Kenta didn't go through with his schooling, is he overthinks. everything becomes complicated, and tends to back out of things. ⚘ Naivety, he tends to trust people too easily. He feels everyone has a good person inside, so he doesn't really notice the bad. ⚘ His sister, he doesn't think he could ever lie to his sister. He doesn't want to disappoint her, which is why he's so scared of losing her. Unlike his parents, she's been extremely supportive of him. He doesn't want to lose that, so he can't lie to her. She would always know when he's p to something. ⚘ Sugary foods, Kenta can be easily influenced to do things by sugary treats. He's been like this since a child, just loving the food. ⚘ Being alone, he's not as much as a people person as you would think. But Kenta hates being alone, which is why he plays music when he is alone, so he feels like he has a person there with him. But not even that helps sometimes.⚘ Kenta is rather emotional, letting his emotions lash out towards others when he doesn't intend to do so. Lashing out towards people in anger when he doesn't mean, or unable to hide his disdain, or jealousy of others.⚘

|Hobbies|
✫ Playing guitar ✫ Cooking ✫ Baking ✫ Sleeping ✫ Scrolling through Tumblr ✫ Working ✫

|Fears|
ΓΈ Losing his sister ΓΈ Being alone when he dies ΓΈ Deep waters ΓΈ Horror movies ΓΈ His family disowning him ΓΈ His birth family finding him ΓΈ

|Secrets|
✀ He is in the States once more, because he was expelled from the school due to his dormmate in his sophomore year carrying drugs and blaming it on Kenta. So he came back and just let his family believe he's still in the UK. ✀
✀ Reached out to his birth family when he was sixteen, and saw them for who they really were. ✀
✀ Had a boyfriend in highschool, who had used him for his money. ✀
✀ Got arrested in the UK for a temporary time because of drunk shenanigans. ✀

|Goals/Dreams|
- To one day have a happy marriage, and his own adoptive child.
- Even though he got kicked out, he still wants to become a well-known chef.
- To maybe have a side gig singing.





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{β€œKindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” ― Mark Twain }




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|Personality|

|Emotional| |Kind| |Gullible| |Co-Dependent| |Determined|

In simple terms, Kenta is considered highly weird by most of the people he interacts with. Only because the boy is a complete almagation of eccentricity and normality. In first glance, Kenta is a rather emotionally vulnerable person. Letting simple things get under his skin more than they should, he tends to overreact with these things. His emotions are rather delicate, and need to be approached as such, or things get....well chaotic. In light of his parents both adoring him, due to him having been the "moldable" child in his youth. He has a strained relationship mentally with them, because they treated him a bit better than their biological daughter. He has a feeling, it's only because he's not biologically theirs, the paid so much attention to him. Ken doesn't really like being mean to others, seeing his sister act in kindness to him even though their parents treated him better inspired him. Forming his mentality, kindness is paid in itself.

However, his kindness is taken advantage of due to his gullible nature. Nothing has always been right with Kenta's mentality, he's always been a tad slower than his classmates. Not always there, often in his own world, and not paying attention. Often, people would use this and still do to exploit whatever they need. And he'd do it happily, because he thinks that what they ask is normal for friends. This is somewhat how he became highly codependent on his sister, because she helped take care of the people who only wanted to use him. This also is where his determination comes from, because he admires Naomi, wanting to be like her. So like her, once he has a goal he will not stray from it. However, the boy is not without his own worries. He often believes people are just close to him to use him, like Amos. His sister is the only person he feels hasn't tried to use him in any way, shape or form. He feels like the world is an ocean and he's barely keeping his head above the waves that crash over him.

|Likes|
β–² Mario Kart β–² Tea w/ Milk β–² Sleep β–² Pastel colors β–² Romantic-Comedies β–² Acoustic instrumentals β–² Stargazing β–² Dancing

| Dislikes|
β–Ό Black coffee β–Ό Neon colors β–Ό Lying to his sister β–Ό Enclosed spaces β–Ό Dogs β–Ό High expectations β–Ό Bullies β–Ό




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{β€œThe worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.”― Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Save }



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|Place of Origin|
Pasadena, California

|Family Tree|
Gin Watanabe | Adoptive Father | Alive
Aiko Watanabe | Adoptive Mother | Alive
Richard Lee | Biological Father | Unknown
Yumi Lee | Biologial Mother | Unknown
Naomi Watanabe | Adoptive Sister | Alive

|Happiest Memory|
- Being adopted by the Watanabe's and becoming close to Naomi.

|Saddest Memory|
- Finding his biological family, and them only wanting to use him for money.





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{β€œNo matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.”― haruki murakami }





|History|

His parents told him, he was a gift from God. But he felt more like a burden.

Kenta was on a cold December night, and his birth family immediately gave him away. No interest in caring for him, just wanting to get rid of him to return to their normal activities of drug usage. From there, he was tossed around foster home to foster home. Always made to believe he wasn't wanted, or he was too stupid. At eight, he was placed with a temporary family. They had been so nice, a young gay couple, made Kenta feel as if he was truly wanted. But they gave him up once they came into their own biological child. Kenta had been closed from people. A 'shy' kid, avoiding his foster parents for two years in a row. Not wanting to be there, until he was adopted by another couple. This time it was a permanent adoption. Aiko and Gin Watanabe, a nice Japanese couple who had their own biological child but wanted another one, yet due to complications with Aiko's ovaries she was only recommended to have Naomi. Yet the burning compassion had led the children to adopt Kenta.

At first, Kenta was wary. He was ten years old, and in a new place in California. Alone, to what he felt, he soon found solace in the Watanabe's biological child, Naomi. She immediately took to the boy. Helping him with homework, and often taking up for him when mistakes were made around the household. The Watanabes weren't terrible parents, they just thought what they planned would be best for their children. With Naomi being the only person in the house who hadn't made him feel like there was something wrong with him, he became close to the girl. The two became partners in crime, him helping her with things their parents disapproved of. Kenta, often getting less of the punishment with their parents going easier on him as he was the more obedient child. They mostly blamed it on Naomi's influence. As soon as Kenta turned twelve, his parents noticed an immense trouble with his ability to sit still. Taking him to a therapist, he was diagnosed with ADHD. As a way to control it without medication, his parents put him in music lessons as well as helping his mother placing him in junior cooking lessons.

At thirteen, he began to become more...questioning. Not sitting still with basic answers, he eventually made a small circle of friends at the school he went. Eventually, he started becoming close one of the males in his group, Grant. The two had been oddly close, numerous people commented on their friendship at school. Making fun of the two, spitting homophobic slurs. A confused Kenta had gone to his older sister. She was in highschool, she could know what they had meant. She had told the young boy, not to worry about it, they were just bullies. Kenta had eventually invited Grant to spend the night with him. It was a blast, the two played video games, and stayed up late at night. Until it got to the point when the two would be in his living room, and the boys shared an innocent kiss. Sugar high, and emotions confused on both ends (from Kenta explaining what the other kids were inferring) the two had managed to kiss one another.

Immediately after, Kenta didn't know what to do. But he was worried, his parents, his sister, what they'd think. Going to school the following Monday, he didn't talk to Grant. He avoided his friends, until three weeks later, he was pushed into a corner by his friends tired of his avoidance. The boy practically broke, not knowing why he liked the kiss with Grant. He didn't want to disappoint his parents or make his sister feel ashamed. His friends, including, Grant told him it was fine for him to feel such a way. It was sometimes normal for boys to like other boys.

Grant and Kenta had dated for a small bit of time, the other boy giving Kenta the encouragement to come out to his sister. It was intended for his family, but Kenta hadn't felt at peace with such an idea. His sister often commented and made sly remarks to him. Strengthening their bond, and furthermore helping him with rides to his small dates with the Grant and other things of the such. Soon after he turned sixteen, Kenta and Grant broke up, not feeling their spark anymore. They had remained friends, and then Kenta had met Amos. A nice guy....at first. Kenta having gotten his first job, as a dishwasher, he had been saving money towards a car. Fifteen years old, waiting for the day he had his license. Amos and him were, a somewhat star couple. People in the school had loved them and hated them. Envied them! But soon, his savings became Amos's spending money. It started as Kenta paying for their dates, then moved to Kenta buying things for the other male. Eventually, it came to Amos demanding his money as his own. Kenta was somewhat blind to it. Thinking it was more, he loved him enough. Or that's what he convinced himself. As it went on, Grant and his other friends made comments about how unhealthy they thought their relationship was. To the point, Amos had made him cut them off.

It wasn't until his sister said he didn't seem as...happy anymore. He had stopped cooking as much, he stopped playing music even. It seemed he wasn't a bright anymore. That made it hit him, he had changed. He had been used, it hurt. It hurt so bad, he broke up with Amos. Ending all contact, and returning to his friends. Though it took some time, they understood what he had been through. His sister applauded such, and even though she had been away in college they had kept close in touch. Every day on the phone for hours. Soon, Kenta had come back into his interests. Cooking again, and making music. He had even started a YouTube channel. This caught a college in the UK's eyes. They had offered him a cooking scholarship, to one of their finest culinary schools. Kenta easily wanted it, taking the chance. He would accept it, a few months after he graduated he would depart.

Suddenly, his YouTube channel had gotten a weird comment, from someone saying they were his biological family, and they had been searching for him. Shocked to it, he had immediately reached outwards towards the commenter. Saying he had wanted to meet, and they set up a point to meet. He kept this from his sister, and parents knew they'd try to stop him. He had always had questions that needed to be answered. Why was he given up? Why did they not love him? He had eventually met them. He was....astonished, to say the least with how they looked. lanky. Frail, nothing like him. Immediately they began to ask him for money. Not answering his questions, just ask him for money. He had refused and left. Hurt, scared. They knew how to reach him, he became worried. Luckily, he hadn't received another contact from them and he managed to get to the UK. Still contacting his sister, avoiding mentioning his meeting of his biological family. He came out to his parents, who had accepted him. And off he was.

College had been fun for Kenta. He had drank more, smoked more, and done more without his parent's control over him. He had never wanted it to end. cooking had been such a great love of his. Until his sophomore year in college, two years from completion, and he got expelled. Under a misunderstanding, with his roommate holding prescription drugs in the room they had placed under his bed while he was out. Now he's back in the States, got a new job at the nearby music shop. And is waiting to see how his life turns out.



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❣played by blueiridescence❣
❣faceclaim : kim myung-soo❣
❣sheet by Girl2Fine2❣

So begins...

Kenta Watanabe's Story

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Character Portrait: Brian R. Brokenborough Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Sidney Odagiri Character Portrait: Len Odagiri Character Portrait: Vincent Reyes Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Gabriel Levin Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ashwin Kim Character Portrait: Ethel Park

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Everyone loves to talk about the more exciting days, the big days. The days when they're all attending some extravagant, drunken party on the beach, or the super posh wedding of a classmate no one actually cares about but you go because you were invited to a place where there is free food, and in this day and age, who turns down the prospect of free food? People are pressed about the holidays and the trips out of state, or simply out of the city that they live in. And while the Outside Lands Music Festival is something a particular group of San Francisco residents are looking forward to for tomorrow, today is just another Thursday. There are some getting ready for tomorrow's festivities, making plans to arrive when their faves are set to perform, deciding how to sneak in food so as not to be tempted to spend money. Others are just trying to make it through the rest of the day, the sun already beginning to set as make our way into the evening. As we make our way to winding down and forgetting about the very long day Thursdays always turn out to be...

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Brian R. Brokenborough Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Vincent Reyes Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Gabriel Levin Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters

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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #3090C7
Thought Color ✧ #2A2A57



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

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

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

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

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


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Outfit: Link Here
Location: The Mighty Bean
Dialogue Color ✦ #D05050
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Being on the clock didn't always include having to be on campus, which was a relief for Brian. He had already spent four years on the campus; the last thing he needed was to have to spend every single day on it feeling as if he never left. Smarter people would have left for another university. Those same smarter people weren't going to start their graduate studies in education at the same university they happen to be a teacher's aide at, so the joke's on them. The thought made him smirk to himself even as the words on the screen made him want to roll his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Gabriel Levin Character Portrait: Ashwin Kim

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Location: Sephora ➝ Her apartment
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Naomi moved her wrist with exact precision, her dark eyes focused on the wide brush being tapped against skin, leaving behind a luminescent power that highlighted the woman's cheekbones. After a couple more taps, she took a step back to study her own work. "One more thing!" she declared, taking hold of a small, black bottle that read "All-nighter" and instructing the woman to close her eyes. Once done, Omi released a few sprays of the liquid over the entirety of the face before close it back up and setting it down on the counter beside her brushes. "All finished, my dear." She then swirled the chair around so that the customer could see herself in the vanity mirror, and was instantly met with a gasp of delight. "I'm a whole new person!" The make-up artist smiled, handing the woman back her purse. "Go out there and turn some heads!" she exclaimed while handing the woman her purse.

Once she'd gone, Omi quickly moved to clean up her station. That had been her last appointment for the day and all she wanted to do now was go home, take a hot shower and binge on Netflix. Maybe, if she managed to motivate herself enough, she'd hop over to Dee's and Gabe's place for dinner. In fact, she was almost certain Dee had already messaged her about it. And sure enough, when she finally got the chance to check her phone, there it was under a group chat. Setting her apron aside, Omi took a moment to respond and let Dee know that she'd be there sooner or later.

To: Mi Familia
MSG: You know you can always bribe me with good food.
MSG: Enta, if you get home early could you take out the trash, please n thank u


The messages were sent, one right after the other, before she put her phone away. It was mid-evening on a Thursday, so it was no surprise that the store was relatively empty. A complete contrast to how it'd been that morning. Of course, Omi was once again stuck with working the busier shift. "Headed home?" Cindy's voice came from behind her. Naomi twirled on her heels to face her while pulling her purse strap over her head and letting it rest on her shoulder. "That was the last appointment for today, so i'm free.". Cindy simply nods, picking up a stray brush from the ground. "Alright babe, go home and rest. And have fun tomorrow!" Omi simply responded with a thumbs-up and headed for the exit. "See you Monday!" Though she only needed the following day off, Naomi had decided to take a mini vacation. She was off from both her job for the next three days, which she hopes to utilize for spending some time with friends, and most importantly, her brother.



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Location: work ➝ His apartment
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Dialogue: #228B22
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It'd been a long day for Gabriel to say the least. To start off, he hadn't slept much, though that had been 110% his fault, given that he had chosen to stay up to watch Criminal Minds. He'd probably gotten about five or so hours of sleep, which then led him to wake up late and not having time to make himself some coffee. He made it to work just in time, and the day had been more busy than usual. Thankfully, for the sake of his sanity, things began to wind down halfway through the day. Now it was time to head home, and as much as Gabe enjoyed his job, he also really enjoyed free time. He'd already asked for his Friday off and never worked on the weekends. Although, knowing the reputation that perceived his apartment, Gabe knew the peace wouldn't last long. Soon enough, someone would come to their door seeking good food.

Car keys in hand, Gabriel exited the building and settling into his car. Part of him wanted to go grocery shopping, but the other half screamed at him to just go home and enjoy what little peace and quiet he could before the guests began to show up. So he started the car, one hand resting on the steering wheel, as he read and responded to Deanna's message.

To: Dee <3
MSG: Whatever makes you smile, mi nena.

In all honesty, Gabe wasn't picky about food. He already knew Deanna could just as well, if not better than he could. Truthfully, he was just glad she was the one doing the cooking tonight. Before starting on his trek to the apartment, he decided to send out a couple more messages. Some were necessary, while others were just an excuse to talk to the person on the other side.

To: Omi
MSG: If/when you come over tonight, bring some dessert :)

To: Ash
MSG: Stop moping, I can feel it all the way from here.
MSG: btw have you seen my headphones.... I lost em again.

With the messages sent, Gabriel let his phone settle into the cup holder beside him, the tunes from it automatically connecting to his car radio, and took off towards what he called now his home, sweet home.

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park

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Location: Park to Home
Dialogue Color: #084B8A
Thoughts: Italics
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At least until a certain point in the day, most people very well acquainted with Aramis will know that he keeps a very strict schedule. This is probably convenient for anyone who lives with him, as they can pretty reliably know when he will be home everyday barring some sort of work conflict. Today had not been a day of schedule variations. At 6:00am, he went to the gym for an hour of strength training. At 7:15, he went to the cafΓ© next to his gym that he eats breakfast at almost every morning. By now they have his order ready when he walks in, ballcap on and dressed stylishly but not conspicuously. This is not out of fear of being recognized- Aramis is a far cry from the sort of famous that needs to worry about this. This has been his everyday style since he was in high school: nice, dark jeans with a Henley or maybe a casual button-down and a lightweight hoodie or sweater. He, as one might expect, eats the same thing every weekday morning: one hot Jasmine Tea, one small Black Coffee, and a veggie lovers breakfast sandwich (eggs, spinach, tomatoes, and provolone on a croissant).

Of course, by now that part of his day is long past. After a day spent at several different sites for a photoshoot for Calvin Klein, he is enjoying his evening jog. Or rather, he is enjoying the very end of his morning jog as he winds down to a slower pace that might be closer to the average's person's leisurely run. For him it is like slowing to a crawl, and is done simply so that he has a chance to take his phone out of the band which keeps it tightly against his bicep and scroll through his playlist to find a slower song to play. He settles on River, by Leon Bridges, just as the red building Aramis calls home comes into sight.

One of his roommates, the younger Watanabe sibling, is several meters in front of him such that Aramis can see him heading into the building while he is still walking towards it. The color of the apartment is one of the things Aramis has always been so fond of about it. The red is warm and homey, giving the building a very welcoming vibe. Before walking inside and up to his unit, Aramis stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath of the incoming evening air. The setting sun has made everything golden, as though one could breathe in honey and sunbeams. It may be quite unoriginal, but this is Aramis's favorite time of day.

Having had enough of that, he finally heads up and into the apartment. "I'm home!" he announces, more a gesture of courtesy than anything else. Kenta is sprawled out on the couch, not an uncommon sight since he came to live with Naomi and Aramis.

"How was your day?" Aramis opens the fridge and grabs a seltzer from the door of it. "Is Naomi back yet?"


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Location: Apartment 1B
Dialogue Color #3A8960
Thoughts Italics
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Josie has spent most of her day doing much of the same but in a variety of places. She is working on concept panels for an advertisement that she has been hired on as a contractor to help do the animation for. In search of inspiration and a respite from being cooped up in her own room for too long, Josie has brought her drawing tablet with her to several places in the neighborhood by now: the park, the Mighty Bean, the communal area of the red building, and now back to her room again. She has the window pushed all the way up to let in fresh air, and has been sitting with her knee poking out the window as she sits on the very small sill of it for the past good chunk of time. Her room is the one with the window over the Daffodil building's clock, so many people who have looked up to check the time have caught sight of the redhead completely absorbed in her work. This location means there have also probably been more than a few people who have seen her leaning out of her window to blow smoke or, most concerningly, seen her changing when the girl is in a hurry and forgets to draw her curtains.

Of course, the worry about people seeing her smoking or changing has very rarely, if every, crossed Josie's mind. She has never been one to worry too much about anything at all, although recent changes in her life may push her in a direction that require her to be a bit more thoughtful about her life in general. Josie has been lucky to land jobs with some regularity, but now that she cannot fall back on her mom and dad's money she is going to have to find a more secure position- perhaps with an actual company that enforces a real schedule. The idea of that isn't one that Josie loves. This is perhaps why she is trying to focus so much on her current paying project, despite her normal tendency to have difficulty focusing on a work project for long periods of time.

Her phone buzzes with a distraction that Josie cannot resist- Deanna. The sound gives Josie a jolt and nearly sends her teetering out of the window. The young woman's hand shoots up and grabs the sides of the window before she runs the risk of falling out and breaking her back (at best). "Fudge," her words come out in a gasp but in her surprise a bit of her southern accent sneaks through. Properly spooked, Josie hurries back onto her bed (which is against the window), and lowers the window until it is just cracked open.

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

Josie walked out into the common area of her apartment and bursts into a smile when she sees one of her roommates in the kitchen. She has this way of making every greeting feel like she hasn't seen you in days and has been looking forward to your next meeting since the last one you had. Her grandma often likened Josie to a silly puppy, and this certainly contributed to the sentiment. It's too bad her grandma preferred cats.


"Ettie! When'd you get back?"

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park

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D E A N N AXA R T A E G A - M E N D E Z
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Outfit: Link Here
Location: Family Home
Dialogue Color ✦ #3090C7
Thought Color ✧ #2A2A57


Deanna could admit – and only to herself because those shady remarks and looks her friends gave her always made her more indignant than she needed to be – that she was absolutely shitty at parking. Well – that wasn’t fair. She was decent at parking; she obviously passed her driver’s test and with a good score, if she remembered correctly. She just couldn’t do parallel parking, which was the only reason why she didn’t snatch up the parking spot that would have put her directly in front of her building. She probably could have attempted to maneuver her way in if she just took her time, but that required so much energy and attention and Deanna’s nerves couldn’t handle it. Her default ringtone went off just as she saddled on past the Daffodil building, but instead of answering the phone or risking a chance at parallel parking, Deanna scurried on down the block, did a U-turn, and came back to park on the opposite corner. A walk across the street was not going to hurt her, she decided.

However, her cloud of positive energy dissipated when she finally did park and take a moment to check her phone, her entire frame freezing at the unknown number. It’s just a number, she told herself, willing her suddenly thundering heart to believe it, though her resistance to the panic was futile. When she had moved off of campus and into her apartment, Deanna had changed her cellphone number and didn’t give it to the same people. Gabriel was probably the only individual from her former friend group – if she could even call them that – who received her new number. She had just gotten so tired of the anxiety and fear that came with ignoring Ricky’s calls, so she had literally thrown the phone away – after throwing it against the wall and what an explanation she had given to her then only roommate at the time! – and bought a new one. There had been peace for a time, but in the last four months, she kept getting random calls. It wasn’t Ricky’s number; that much she knew. But her instinct still told her it was him. Ethel’s text eventually popped up underneath the mixed call and Deanna shook herself out of it, even as she felt the slight tremor in her hand as she began to text a response.

To: Ethel
oh no, bb. Im heading in now. Need 2 talk?

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

Deanna felt robotic even as she sent the messages she knew everyone else would recognize from her usual self, distant in that way that felt like she knew it was her body performing the actions, yet she didn’t feel like it was her. She needed a glass of wine. She needed to start cooking and block out the knot in her stomach with the sound of popping oil, sizzling meat, and chatter. Which was why she hurried up, threw her phone into her purse, grabbed all of the bags, and quickly made her way across the street and into the Daffodil building.


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Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe

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Location: Sephora ➝ Her apartment
Outfit: ✫
Dialogue: #8B008B

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If you ask those that knew Naomi they would confirm it to be true, however, the twenty-four-year-old refused to believe that her road rage was anything to talk about. Granted, on a day like today when it seemed like the entire world conspired to move as slowly as legally permitted, she did happen to be a little honk-happy. However, in her defense, she had much better things to do than to be stuck in city traffic for almost thirty minutes now when it should have taken her no more than fifteen to make it back to the apartment.

"Seriously?!" her palm slammed against the car horn for what seemed like the billionth time int he passed ten minutes. Surprisingly, this one managed to move the Honda in front of her to the lane over. Thankfully, for her sake and everyone else's on the road, she was able to drive the rest of the way without any inconveniences. While looking for an empty parking spot, Omi didn't fail to notice Dee's car parked across the street which she could only assume was a result of her avoiding parallel parking at all costs. A smile of amusement settled into place as she backed up enough to take the spot in front of the Daffodil building that Dee had purposely left empty. She didn't have to check to know that the spots in front of the red building were all booked up. That's how it'd always been since she moved in. Thankfully, the Daffodil building was just a few short steps away. "Sorry, Gabe." she muttered to the air. Getting a decent parking spot had always been a survival of the fittest here, and well let's just say Omi happened to be quite fit.

The car door closed with a thump as she made her way over to the red building. It seemed that she was one of the last to arrived, confirmed by the fact that Kenta and Aramis had already made themselves comfortable by the time she got there. "I'm home." she called, hanging her bag on the coat hanger next to the entrance and throwing her baby brother a quick air kiss before heading straight to the kitchen. For those that knew very little about Naomi, it would be a surprise to find that the petite girl could eat up to three times her weight. It'd been a long day at work and regardless of how much she'd be stuffing her face at Dee and Gabe's later, she still needed something to hold her over until then.

"Hey handsome" the greeting was directed at Aramis but her eyes were focused on the open cupboard looking for anything worth snacking on. She finally settled on a bag of popcorn, placed it into the large microwave and hit the preset popcorn time before turning to face Aramis again. "How many hearts did you melt today?" The comment was accompanied by a slight smirk, displaying a playfull side of Naomi that was seen by very few and far in between.

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Deanna Artaega-Mendez Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park

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Location: Apartment 1B Bedroom
Dialogue Color: #F47369
Thought Color: #7E69F4
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All Twyla was able to do was just nod her head at her roommate's words. She knew Ethel was always the type of person to not let anything such as being sick get in the way of things she had to do, but sometimes enough was just enough in Twyla's opinion. "Just take care of yourself," was all Twyla was able to get out before she turned to head over to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her and set her purse and jacket down on her bed and plopped down on the edge. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked over all the messages she had missed. When she noticed the response Ethel sent, she just shook her head. At some point there had to be a time when she would just give in and take a day or two off in order for her to get better. But deep down Twyla knew that was most likely never going to happen. The only way it would was if she and Josie talked her into it or otherwise put, forced her into it.

She set her phone down on the bed and stood to her feet. She needed to get a shower before she even thought about heading over to Deanna's for dinner. If there were one thing she hated about her job, was all of the hairspray, makeup, etc. they always put on you. Twyla was honestly shocked she hadn't broken out in acne yet because of the makeup they used all the time. Though to be honest she was quite happy she hadn't.

Twyla took her shower and got dressed before heading out of her room. "Alright girls, I'm heading to Deanna's. See you later," she stated as she departed from the apartment and closed the door behind her. She found her way over to the stairs and traveled down to the next floor. She found herself standing at the door of 1A and knocked before opening it up and allowing herself inside. Of course she knew when there was a big get together there was no need to knock, but even so, she always did it just to allow them to know someone new was around.

"Hey everyone!" she stated as she entered the apartment. Immediately she was taken in by the delicious smell of the food. "Smells good Dee!" she stated as she closed the door behind her.

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Character Portrait: Kenta Watanabe Character Portrait: Vincent Reyes Character Portrait: Aramis Bernard Character Portrait: Naomi Watanabe Character Portrait: Twyla Varma Character Portrait: Josephine Peters Character Portrait: Ethel Park

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Josie has a very large heart, and cares about other people, but she is also a bit dense. Dense enough that she doesn't catch on to the fact that Ettie is trying to keep her wilting state hidden behind a weak smile and a mug of tea. She doesn't register that when Ettie wraps herself up in her own arms, it is a sign of a chill that has only been getting worse recently. To Josie, it is just a nervous little gesture that misattributes to Ettie being nervous about class or just happy to be back in the comfort of their lovely apartment. So she smiles, bright but fooled, cut off from any response by her sharper roommate's entrance and observation. Twyla is not one who lets things slip by unnoticed very easily at all, and it shows in her immediate comments of concern. For her part, Josie's expression falls a little bit in realization of what she must have missed. The young woman may not always catch every clue, but when something is said out loud even she will realize her mistakes.

"Maybe Twyla's right, Ettie. You have to give yourself time to feel better. And if you don't get it treated and it gets worse? What if it's something really bad and you miss it? Or you'd have to go stay in the hospital for a long time? You know I work from home all day, I'm always willing to play nurse! It wouldn't be any inconvenience and I could- Oh, Dear," Josie catches herself starting to ramble on, and even she knows how bad she can get about going off on tangents. Her voice slows back down to a normal rate, still as gentle as ever.

"I'm sorry, I guess I get a little carried away," a little drawl slips out in her 'away', twanging in the second syllable of the word and revealing her Texan origins. Of course, her accent may come more from her Mississipi Mom and Alabama Dad. A little apologetic half smile pulls at Josie's face.

"I'm just saying if you need anything, I'm here! But if you don't that's fine too. Do you want me to save you some food?" By this point Josie has gotten a little ding in her phone, which had been sagging down the pocket of her (slightly too warm for the season) flannel. Her face lights up at the sight of a text from Vincent, one of her favorite people in the group of friends.

To: Vincent
Going to Dea's for dinner. You should come! & Ofc, what did you have in mind? Painting or Partying? Video games or some drink that starts with a V I can't think of?


Of course, as soon as the text is sent the obvious answer hits her.

To Vincent
V for Vodka. Duh. & Vendetta.

By now, Twyla is already ready and heading out to Dea's. Josie watches her go and then looks back at Ettie. "Sure you don't want to come? What if we play improv games at dinner- that could be like an interim thing to keep you warmed up for next class?"


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Aramis's eyebrows shoot up as Kenta's statement is cut off by the entrance of the very woman he was supposed to have beat to the trash. "Do you just have a Naomi radar or something?" he jokes before turning and smiling at Naomi. He likes Kenta well enough, but Naomi is the one he had originally chosen as his roommate and there is just a little indication of this in the greeting smile that he gives the two of them. It's not intentional, of course, but there is something a little less courtesy and a little more friendship in his greetings towards Naomi vs his greetings towards the more recent addition to the apartment. Give Kenta some more time on Aramis's radar, and this very likely will even out. But he's known Naomi a lot longer, through work and eventually their shared apartment space.

"No, I'm afraid not, but I do have high hopes for this weekend. The only thing melting at this very moment is me, I think," he evidences this by gulping down the cold bottle of seltzer in his hand. Once upon a time, Aramis had absolutely loathed the stuff. But it is part of how he kicked an old soda habit. Now he can't stand the syrupy sweetness of a bottle of pop, but loves the refreshing feeling of seltzer after a long jog. Still swallowing his drink, Aramis acknowledges Kenta with a wave of his hand as the youngest member of the apartment heads out for a rather customary dinner over at the Daffodil building. A customary dinner Aramis tends to skip out on, excusing it on a special diet or needing to workout whenever he can, unless it seems like absolutely everyone in the friend group is going. Even then, he will sometimes opt to go for a bike ride or relax with a newspaper instead. His reasoning for this is something he tends to try and protect.

Dea wouldn't say anything to reject an attempt by Aramis to hop in on her dinner, but she certainly wouldn't like it and Aramis certainly would never try to invade on someone's happy place like that. "I'll actually pass on Deanna's, Naomi, so don't worry about waiting up on me for that. I have some work stuff to look at," the excuse is not technically untrue, though he has cleared this weekend and doesn't have another job until next Tuesday.