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Holden James

"Smile and everything will be okay"

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a character in “Thin Walls”, as played by Simple_Imperfections

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"QUOTE"
FC: Andrew Garfield
Creator: Simple_Imperfections




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Full Name
Holden Bertoldo Jacobs

Alias/Nickname
Jacobs - common
Bert - rare

Age
Twenty-three; 23

Gender
Male

Race
100% English

Orientation
Heterosexual

Occupation
EMT




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Height
6'0"

Weight
170lbs

Body Type
Toned

Hair Color
Dark Brown

Eye Color
Chocolate Brown

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings
No tattoos. No prominent scars




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Likes
Sleeping||Eating||Video games||Alcohol||Dancing||Saving lives||Being out late||Making people laugh||Animals||Socializing||Casual clothing||TV||Running||Playing Soccer||Girls||Having a roommate||Sweets||Working

Dislikes
Not getting any sleep||Being hungry||Being bored||Meetings||Waking up early||People with no sense of humor||American football||Rudeness||Dressing up||Feeling stupid||Being serious all the time||Watching a patient die

Fears
Dying Alone - He does not have a serious girlfriend right now, but he does eventually want to start dating for real. The last thing he wants is die without sharing his life experiences with someone.

Insects with Wings - He believes that they should freak everyone out. There is no way to run from them.

Secrets
None




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Holden is not the typical male living on his own. In a way he is living like a Bachelor. He can hook up with whomever he would like. Drink as much as he wants. Pretty much have the freedom to deal with his life his way. There were no parents breathing down his neck to make sure that he was getting his life together. And even with all this freedom, Holden does not live that way. He does not just sleep around and go out every night. Not to say that he does not enjoy sex or parties, he just puts them below his job at the current moment. He worked hard to become and EMT and move away from his parents. Holden wanted the freedom, but not to do dumb stuff. But so that he felt like an adult. Staying with his parents was truly suffocating him.

Though a Bachelor, Holden holds high respect for women that respect for themselves. For women that don't, he just pities them. But he never uses their lack of respect for themselves against them. He will admit to flirting with several women at once, but all of them understood that he was not interested in sleeping with them. Even with girls that he does sleep with, he expresses that he is no committing and that this was a one night stand. Most of his one night stands only occur when he is drinking and at a party. Other than that, he is too busy working to find time to be with a woman.

He is very silly. He enjoys making people laugh or smile. Holden holds happiness at an all time high. Being happy is the goal in life, so if he can make someone happy then he has accomplished something. Holden likes to break awkward ice with jokes. He attempts to cheer someone up, by doing something silly or taking them somewhere. With his silliness, Holden tries to avoid serious conversations. He is not very good at expressing his true emotion. It always comes off as a joke. Not many people have figured out how he really feels in a serious situation. Even when he watches people die in the back of the ambulance, he has to do something that makes the people around him forget about the sadness.

He is very slow to anger. It takes a lot to make Holden Jacobs un happy. When he is angry though, he does not lash out. In fact, he does the complete opposite. It's not healthy for him to hold it in, but he does not want to hurt anyone around him. That does not make them happy. So he just excuses himself from the situation, takes a couple deep breaths, and then plasters a smile on his face. Holden will not let anyone or anything make him lose his control.




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Family
Jessica Jacobs||Mother||Physician||50||Alive
Kevin Jacobs||Father||Lawyer||55||Alive
Sarah Jacobs||Sister||Student||21||Alive
Nico Jacobs||Brother||Student||19||Alive

History
Holden Jacobs as a very typical life He was born to a middle working class couple. He is the oldest of three children. He has both a sister and a brother. He is very close with both of them, but feels closer to his sister since they are much closer in age. Holden never had problems as a child. He rarely got in trouble and he respected his parents very much so. He was not considered overly popular, but he had a considerable good amount of friends. Like everyone else in their junior year of high school, he was getting ready to move out of his house. For as long as he could remember he knew he wanted to help people in emergency settings. He thought police officers, firefighters, and other first responders were really cool. When he found our about Emergency Medical Technician, he knew that was what he wanted out of life. He went to community college and found a job that paid a decent amount of living money. Holden ended up in the infamous apartments because it was affordable and he practically had his own personal suite. Right now Holden is enjoying being an EMT. But he does not have any other plans at the moment. He would like to find a girlfriend and settle down. But for now he is fine being a bachelor.

So begins...

Holden James's Story

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            Date: July 4, 2016

            Time: 7:14 P.M. Doors open at 8:00 P.M.

            Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? Especially the youths of the city. They're still young, they're allowed to have their fun. One might even say it's almost their duty to do so. Y'know, before life takes a hold with sharp talons and soul-sucking grip. They don't have forever to live. They might as well enjoy the time they've got. Genesis Carter, resident of the infamous apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone, seems to embrace this philosophy. At least, that's what one can assume given the massive rager she's arranged to have held for the fourth of July. What better opportunity to throw a great party? She's pulled out all the stops. Arranged entertainment for the event is local singer Malcolm Lewis, another resident of the apartment building. Plenty of people are invited to attend, and everyone in Seattle knows that when word gets out, more people than the ones initially invited manage to find their way into the party. But who cares, right? Everyone's just out to have a good time. Of course, all the residents of the host's apartment building are invited to attend, so shall we see what the night holds for them?

            Location: The old warehouse down in the Station District. It's been a pretty popular location for parties recently.
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Location: Old Warehouse || Mood: Tired/Content || Outfit: x




Holden was exhausted. He barely got any sleep the night before and he had been working non stop since this morning. There something about Fridays that made people want to go out and be reckless. An EMTs job is never truly done and for Holden it was never done. He kept his business pager on him at all times since he was on call. They could summon him and any time of the day and he would have to go in. Thankfully he had three days off. But this was not one of them. This had been his third random call of the day. The first one was a motorcycle accident. Holden was able to resuscitate him and put a splint on his right arm. The second one was a 76 year old woman had fallen down. The button automatically called them and they were taken to the house. The women was more than fine. She had gone down two steps, but nothing was bruised, broken, or fractured. The last one was an a obese male have a heart attack. He was immediately rushed to the hospital and CPR was down in the back of the ambulance. Holden just got back to the hospital, after filling out the tedious paperwork from all of his rides.

Immediately, he went to take a shower. Holden felt dirty and exhausted. He knew that the hot water would relax him and help him sleep. Hot water just ran down his body for ten minutes before he thought about adding soap. Finally, he finished and he wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked into his room to get dressed into something comfortable, but he saw a notification on his phone. It was calendar notification and when he read what it was reminding him of, he started running around the room. Holden had almost forgotten all about Genesis’ party. He had been working so much that he had only been thinking about coming home to sleep. But he could sleep. He had a party to get too and a concert to witness. Anyone that saw Holden, would have seen him as a mad man. He looked like a chicken with his head cut off.

Holden grabbed his phone, keys, wallet, and pager and ran out the front door. How he managed not to get caught by a speeding camera or get pulled over by a police officer is unknown to him. He was thankful for it. He ran through the warehouse door to find that he had missed Malcolm’s wonderful performance. Holden was assuming it was wonderful because there was a lot of clapping, cheering, and shouting while Malcolm was walking off stage. ”Dang it.” He whispered to himself. He headed over to the alcohol table treat himself. He was having a rough day and some hard alcohol would be good. He would greet the host and everyone else later.

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Dana most definitely meant to arrive late to the party. And he most definitely did not take a cat nap that lasted a duration of five hours nor did he forget to set an alarm to wake up from said nap. Don’t even get him started on how easy it was for him to get ready and out within a reasonable amount of time. “I’m not that late. I woke up, rolled out of bed, scrolled through my feed, and I’m not wearing sweats. All of that in under seventy five minutes this time. I think that’s a new record.”, He mentally patted himself on the back, but still had the sense to feel a little shame. What took him so long in the bathroom, then his closet, and then just getting up from his beanie bag was beyond anyone’s knowledge. A tiny yawn escaped his lips. It seemed harmless at first but the wretched act brought on an entire fit of nonstop yawns shortly after. Dana looked longingly back at his apartment door, but then shook his head, deciding against napping for just a few more minutes that would surely turn into another two hours. “Stop it!”, He scolded himself except it wasn’t really effective since he couldn’t seem to stop yawning for some reason. After a session of arguing with himself aloud and more than a few hard stares from passersby, the 23-year-old sped up and quickly made his way to the warehouse.

Nearing his destination, he could already hear the music, and by the time Dana reached the door, it was clear that loads of people had already arrived. “Okay, well. I guess I am late. I probably missed Malcolm’s performance.” Glancing at his watch, he corrected himself, “Never mind. He’s way past finished now.” A tall man dressed in a colorfully printed t-shirt that read, “GET READY FOR SUMMER” and a pair of baggy cargo shorts greeted Dana at the doorway, stepping aside to let him slip past. “Is he new? I haven’t seen him around.”, Dana glanced behind his shoulder at the silhouette that was quickly getting smaller as he let the flow of the crowd direct him further into the center. Actually, now that he was inside and his eyes had adjusted to the dimmed setting, it seemed that there were a lot more new faces than he’d realized. “Genesis knows everybody.”, he concluded, raising his eyebrows in surprise. There were people coming from all places. It showed in the way they dressed, the way they spoke, and even what they ate. The mailman hung close by a table of red, blue, and white striped food by the side, nodding appreciatively at the variety offered while a man dressed in what must’ve been a costly pinstripe suit stood barely a few feet away, chatting away with a colleague. Although massive parties weren’t always his scene, and he didn’t really enjoy being two inches away from someone’s sweat-stained back, Dana had to admit that there was an undeniable feeling of being in the moment that always reeled him in. If he overlooked dusty corners, small dead bugs on the ground, and the dreaded hangovers the morning after, that is.

Dana wasn’t really looking for anyone as he wandered around, occasionally having to dodge an elbow or two--“Sorry, man.”, his assaulter apologised halfheartedly, quickly turning his attention back to his friends-- but he made a beeline for the liquor table once he spotted a head of messy dark brown hair anyways. “Hey, you there!”, Dana called out, as soon as he came within earshot. “Is that Holden Jacobs I see, drinking all alone?”, he made a show of gasping dramatically, covering his mouth with his hands before back-hugged the tall EMT. When Dana let go, he gave the taller male a once-over, tsk-ing, “You look like you’ve been busy. Not the good kind of busy either. Long day?”

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Location: Old Warehouse || Mood: Tired/Content || Outfit: x




Holden was three glasses deep in alcohol. So far he felt way more relaxed than he did when he came in. And his job isn’t summoning him at the moment which added to the relaxation. He just needed a good nap, but alcohol was just as nice. He continued to finish off his third cup making eye contact with the the host. He gave a slow wave and she returned it. They would talk later. Holden looked around, watching interacting and having a lot of fun. He was amazed at the amount of unfamiliar faces and at the intricacies of the party. Genesis definitely deserved a lot of praise. She has already been showered in it, but Holden would just add to it later.

He poured his fourth glass and decided that he should probably slow down. He did not have a designated driver and any moment know his job could call him. That thought alone made him want to down the drink. Holden loved his job beyond on belief and could think of nothing better to do. But there were some days where he just wanted to lay down and sleep. Today just happened to be one of those days.

“Is that Holden Jacobs I see, drinking all alone?” Holden recognized that voice almost anywhere. He chuckled silently and attempted to turn around only to be stopped by a back hug. Dana had finally made it to the party. Being late seemed to be the theme with him and his friend. ”Technically not alone. All these people are also here drinking.” Holden joked, sipping his drink once again. Dana was a very good friend of his. They got along great. They met through Genesis of course. This party was evidence that she knew everyone. She could imagine that she had introduced many of these people in the warehouse to each other. It must be hard being a host. “You look like you’ve been busy. Not the good kind of busy either. Long day?” Holden smirked. His friend was very observant. ”Long days pay the bills.” He said. ”I have just been on call all day and I did not really get any sleep. I should really be asleep now, but I promised Gen that I would be here.”

Turning back to the alcohol table, he grabbed a different glass and poured some champagne for his friend. Facing Dana, he handed over the glass and then added more alcohol to his own glass. ”How about you? I wouldn’t have expected you to be late.” Holden asked.

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"Out of the frying pan. . ."
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It had only taken two more drinks, but Lloyd had done it. He had somehow survived the onslaught of vocal pitches and rolls that was Malcom's performance. Unfortunately, the two drinks had cost him; he was beginning to feel more than a bit fuzzy around the edges. For a man who typically held a strong drink in his hand, he wasn't much of an honest drinker. At most social venues he attended, he simply grabbed a drink, then discretely dumped it at the conclusion of the evening. The only reason he'd been so liberal with the alcohol at this particular event, was due to it's guests. In particular, the only ones he bothered to avoid.

He needed to keep his discipline, any more drinks may spell the end, and he'd once again be all to happy to spill his own thoughts and dreaded 'feelings' into the crowd around him. The only other time that happened, it had somehow resulted in the addition of a new friend, Rose. Now wasn't the time for such foolishness. Lloyd needed to try and pull himself together, and try and get what he could out of the night.

Turning back towards the main crowd, his eyes landed on his former 'group', now disbanding completely as the host and one of the other female residents, Parker, begin to make their way towards the back wall. They were already to far off to simply walk up to, and the final remaining member, Kadriyan, was beginning to turn his way. Just what the night needed, more unwanted attention from more of his unknown residents. However, she wasn't looking at him. Following her gaze, he noticed the large crowd of people clumping about two notable figures.

Making their way from the stage's back entrance, Luca and Malcom were slowly meandering between admirers and fans, Luca pulling Malcom ever closer to the bar. Lloyd looked away. The last thing he wanted was to run into the fool in the afterglow of achievement. It was horror enough that even after hearing the wretched performance, people still rushed so quickly to give praise. Another glance back that direction proved his newest fear. Kadriyan was intercepting them, and they were all headed directly for the bar.

Taking a final sip of his drink, he turned and walked through the crowd, feigning a happy, yet apologetic expression as he made his way further and further from the bar. He had just begun apologizing to a man who he'd jostled, laughing lightly and pointing at his drink with that dammed silly expression people loved to see, when his eyes landed on a small duo before him. Two friends, clearly intent on either drinking the night away, or talking themselves into oblivion were talking on about late-comings and sleepless nights.

Lloyd had somehow managed to stumble directly into another set of residents from his humble apartment building. One of Rose's rather strange friends, Dana was talking to another little anomaly that presented itself in the form of Holden Jacobs. Lloyd renewed his smile, almost genuinely, as he realized the night perhaps wasn't such a waste. Perhaps Malcom's intrusion was one of Rose's 'miracles in disguise'.

Lloyd quickly walked in, holding out his free hand.
"Hi! Dana, and -Holden Jacobs, was it? Fancy seeing you here. How're things, if I may?"

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Drinks were necessary, especially in a setting such as what he’d heard a couple of drunk college kids refer to as “the most wild rager of their lives”. It was a fantastic party, Dana knew that. Come tomorrow, there’d be nothing on his social media feed but the celebration and specifics. In fact, he himself would be posting. After all, it was already well established by the whispered rumors circulating around that anyone who was somebody, at least around this area, would be there. And he knew drinks were what determined who’s who when it came to socialising.

Back home, at least in Busan, those who couldn’t survive a night filled with alcohol were referred to as mood-killers. Dana was never an avid drinker, but he usually managed to get through at least a couple of cups, depending on the strength of whatever they handed him. Over the years, he’d discovered a handy trick that helped tremendously, particularly on nights when getting drunk was the last thing on his mind. Always bring a bottle of water, the lightweight learned. A small diversion coupled with a quick sleight of hand, and it was miraculously easier to drink. Unfortunately, having woken up later than expected, Dana was not prepared this time. Thankfully, his friend had poured him a glass of one of the lightest out of the array. Rolling his eyes at Holden’s joke, but also smiling, Dana lifted the cool liquid to his lips and felt the substance slide down his throat appreciatively. Champagne, although stronger than diluted Soju, he could handle without water.

“Ouch. How did you even live through the day without sleep?”, Patting Holden’s arm sympathetically, Dana winced, sucking in air through his teeth. “Tough work, saving lives.” At the other male’s question, he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “This sounds horrible, especially now that I’ve heard your reason for being late, but don’t judge me!”, Dana paused to look at Holden straight in the eyes and continued in a serious manner. “I was sleeping and I couldn’t wake up.” Smoothing his shirt and running a hand carefully through his styled hair, the fashion blogger admitted, “I’m really slow, especially when I’m groggy.” Then, recovering from his moment of slight embarrassment, Dana drank the rest of his champagne and poured himself another glass of alcohol. This time, he chose something stronger. Giving the EMT a half hug by wrapping his right, drink-less arm around his waist, Dana gave him a blindingly white smile and chirped, “Look on the bright side! If you hadn’t promised Genesis, and dragged your butt to this warehouse, we wouldn’t have had this splendid opportunity to discuss why we were late tonight!”

They exchanged a few more sentences, along with laughter and more poured alcohol before their conversation was brought to an end by the arrival of another tenant. "Hi! Dana, and -Holden Jacobs, was it? Fancy seeing you here. How're things, if I may?" Rare, but familiar, Dana realised that the voice belonged to Lloyd Lexington, the roommate of his friend, Rosaline. Prior to the party, Dana’d encountered Lloyd a little less than five times. The fourth and a half time, which was most recent, he’d only seen the back of his head before the older man disappeared into his side of the floor. While Dana did not know the man well, he was a good friend of his roommate. When stuck on a song, or simply when he needed a small push in the right direction, Dana dropped by to see the talented music student. However, now’s as good as any other time to get to know someone, right? , Dana thought to himself, turning his attention to the blonde. “Why, hello there!”, Greeting him cheerfully, Dana gave Lloyd a smile just as bright as the one he’d given to his companion on his right. “Things, are good. We’re both just the tiniest bit tired, though. And how are things for you?” He asked, after shaking his hand.

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Character Portrait: Lloyd Lexington Character Portrait: Genesis Carter Character Portrait: Bittor Cecilio Grimaldo Character Portrait: Dana Wren Song Character Portrait: Holden James
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Genesis loved the fact that she had a steady supply of alcohol. Well apparently so did everyone else. If everyone kept up the way everyone was drinking they would run out before the night is over. It only took one phone call to get more, but she was hoping that she wasn't in the mood for that. Then she would have to promise to another date and her weekend was already booked up for next week. So whatever alcohol they had, that needed to last for the rest of the party. Gen didn't really tell anyone when the party was over. She just figured people would start leaving after they become ridiculously drunk or completely exhausted. That had to be around midnight.

Out of no where, she was being pulled into a hug. For a moment she was confused, but then she recognized the person as Bittor. "Sorry I'm fashionably late, Genie." The hostess rolled his eyes. of course that was his excuse. She pulled from the hug. "Well you missed a great performance and you are missing out on all the good drinks." She said, gesturing to the open bar. Excusing herself from Parker and Matthias, she guided Bittor towards the open bar. "I'm assuming you are going to make this up to me later?" She said with a wink.

She started to get herself another drink. She was planning on walking at least half-wasted before leaving. If she got any more intoxicated past that, then she would not be a very good host. She handed a drink over to Bittor and took a sip of it from her own glass. "So tell me why you showed up so late. I know it wasn't spent getting dressed, since I have seen you get dressed and you manage to get it done in record time." Genesis teased.






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“Ouch. How did you even live through the day without sleep? Holden shrugged and took another sip of champagne. He still doesn't even know how he is surviving on the few hours of sleep he had a few days ago. In fact he definitely needed deep sleep o be able to recover from his work. "But I love my job. And oddly enough the lack of sleep that goes with it." He joked taking another sip of his of his alcohol. Genesis was going to need a really big thank you for the fact that she had the best alcohol ever and threw the best party. But now he was going to have to beg Mal to play for him or share when his next performance. He had been looking forward to that. When Dana shared what made him late, Holden laughed a tad. "Horrible reason to be late, but I can't judge. I would kill for the nap you had." Holden said to him.

Dana got more alcohol and gave the EMT a half hug. Holden decided that he needed something stronger as well. He was definitely not going to be out drank by someone who doesn't drink that much. [b]“Look on the bright side! If you hadn’t promised Genesis, and dragged your butt to this warehouse, we wouldn’t have had this splendid opportunity to discuss why we were late tonight!” Holden laughed. "And what a splendid opportunity it is." He replied, clinking his glass with Dana's. After a moment, someone joined the two. Holden recognized him, but did not really know him. "And you're Lloyd Lexington." He said with a small smile, shaking his hand.

Dana answered for the both of them and he nodded. "Tired is almost an understatement."

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Date: July 5, 2016

Time: 9:39 A.M.

Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? The question was asked. And answered. Well, to some extent. No one from the apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone doesn't, that's for sure.

The initial performance by local singer Malcolm Lewis really set the ambiance for the rest of the night, which was pretty spectacular. Host Genesis Carter truly brought her A-game, with a phenomenal food and drink selection, and one of the best DJs in the city. Few frowns were seen throughout the night, as people enjoyed the good vibes within the warehouse, simply dancing and letting loose. But now it's time a second question.

Who actually cares for the day after a party? It sucks in more than one way. For instance, for those who drank much more than they could handle, the morning is accompanied by a pounding migraine. Others may have made some questionable choices whilst under the influence. Some drank responsibly enough, but it's still never fun to wake up after a night of great fun and have to return to a mundane life of normalcy. Just how are the residents of the apartment building getting on?

Location: The apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone as well as affiliated locations.

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Bright rays of sunlight filtered through thin, white sheets and the birds of Seattle chirping loudly announced the arrival of an ideal day. The image of what could’ve been a slightly cliched but fairytale-esque morning, however, was rudely disturbed by tortured groans and complaints of hunger. Dana’d kept himself firmly in check at first, but somewhere along the night, it was suddenly a game to test his limits. The more drinks he’d had, the brighter the fireworks boomed, the louder the crowd cheered, and the less mortifying dancing like an oxygen-deprived goldfish became. Of course, he faced the consequences of having nothing but a few cupcakes that’d been delightfully decorated with the American flag and a lot of alcohol in his stomach. Quite a number of party-goers had been victims of a grown man practically hanging off of them like a koala and even more experienced his excessive outbursts of laughter.

Nothing much really happened after someone shoved him away, as far as his memories went. The party was still at its height, but the male had passed out in a dusty corner. He remembered being awoken a couple of times by concerned friends, but he’d shooed them away with a limp hand. As the crowd started to thin, he’d woken up with his head on the lap of another sleeping guest, to his delayed surprise. Dana remembered gently shaking the owner of his makeshift pillow conscious who, thankfully, found her designated driver and stumbled away after giving him a quick peck. Everything after that was lost on him, but he’d ended in his own bed so he didn’t try too hard to remember. Groggily propping himself against the wall, he swept his disheveled hair back, before noticing a mark on his palm. With a look of slight disgust, he pushed himself off of his bed and headed for the bathroom to wash up. “Purple” , mumbled Dana as he looked in the mirror, glancing at the smudge resembling a pair of lips on his forehead. ”Fun.” Choosing to overlook the fact that he’d walked around town with brightly colored lipstick clearly displayed on his face, he took a much needed shower. While Dana was one of the lucky ones who rarely suffered from acne, dry skin was a reoccurring problem even in the summer. Dressed in a bathrobe, he began his usual cleansing ritual. He never slacked off when it came to skincare. “And it pays off”, he thought, smiling at his reflection.

In a cheerful mood after taking a shower and Tylenol, Dana hummed as he sent out texts while sipping freshly made oolong tea out of a customized mug .

Genesis:
Genesis. “Killer” (Is that still considered cool? I learned it from a book I bought on slang) party. Didn’t get to tell you this, but I’m sure everyone else already did… You did an amazing job! P. S. Your outfit? Loved it. xoxo


Holden:
Are you feeling that hangover, Jacobs? I don’t know how you can drink so much, but I applaud you. ‘Til next time!


Rosaline:
Morning~ I’m pretty sure I saw someone with long auburn hair who bore a striking resemblance to a beloved friend of mine at the party last night. I’m hurt that you didn’t say hi... nothing will heal my broken heart < / 3


If the benefit of being able to do what he loved as a living wasn’t enough, the mornings after night outs were. He was his own employer, for the most part. His website and advertisements easily brought in enough money to pay rent and basic necessities. For other bills, there were the paid photo shoots he did on occasion. The need to be somewhere early in the morning was essentially nonexistent, which meant he could laze around all day. “That’s not being productive, though” , he scolded himself, but only made a half-hearted attempt to get up from his bed. After a few more minutes of scrolling through comments on his blog, Dana dozed off, phone still in his hand.

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Holden doesn't regret much in life. Usually when he makes a decision to do something, its because he thought it through and decided that it was worth whatever risk. But the idea to continue drinking even after he felt passed buzzed last night was a horrible idea. He couldn't even drive back home. He took an Uber because he valued both his life and his car too much to attempt to drive. But later on today he would have to go and get it because if he gets called into work, he has to go. Though technically he was off. But during big accidents, they call in everyone. Holden was hoping that wasn't going to be the case today. This was one of these days in which he regrets having such big windows in his room. The sun was shining so bright and that meant it was morning. And that meant he had to get up and attempt to be human.

Rolling over, he covered his eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. He felt his phone go off and grabbed it. It was a message from Dana. His friend had almost drank as much as Holden has. And Dana doesn't even drink that much. So he can imagine the hangover he was experiencing. After turning down his phone's brightness, he sent back a reply to his friend.

;Dana
I feel the hangover and regret drinking as much as I have.

Since he had his phone out he decided to text his other friend Kadri. He knew that she had been at the party, but he had missed her. Holden felt the need to apologize for not going out of his way to see her.

;Kadri
Sorry for not seeing you at the party! And do you happen to have a remedy for hangovers because my headache is killer.

Both messages were sent and he rolled out of bed. He needed coffee before anything. Between his work day and this hangover, he was beyond exhausted.

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Kadri squinted as the sun light bled through the curtains hazily and warmed her cinnamon brown skin. With a ferocious yawn and an aerobics worthy stretch she rolled out of bed and made her way over to her closet which was packed to the point of bursting with her adored fashion forward wardrobe and even more thrift shop finds from her hometown of New York that never fit quite right or that she absolute regretted after purchasing.

Shuffling through her closet for a few moments Kadriyan decided on wearing a black leotard with a pair of ripped jeans, chunky black heals, a few witchy accessories and a ball cap over her now unruly curls that she planned to quickly and effortlessly pull into a bun after her morning shower.

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After indulging in a soldering hot shower Kadri relished in the small of lavender and honeysuckle that was wafting from the shower throughout the loft. Smiling to herself she resolved that she would drink less at parties if it meant being this alert the morning after, but she knew that she probably wouldn't keep her resolution. It was practically miraculous that she didn't get hammered last night in the first place. She really had Mal and Luca to thank for keeping her so entertained all night that she barely had much else after sipping on her Kahlua based concoction, or at least not enough to have a real alcohol vet like her suffering from a hangover or a lifetime of embarrassment the next day.

Reminiscing over the night fondly Kadri retrieved her half dead Galaxy S7 from the ash tray that she kept on the end table in the living room, much to her roommate Macy's chagrin. She patted herself on the back as she assessed the ash free tray, it was another little victory but she was always just one stressful work day or encounter away from lighting up her Nat Sherman Black and Gold cigarettes that she couldn't believe she used to spend upward of $25 a pack for. Now anytime she feels like she can't drown the habit of lighting up she sparks up a joint instead, a highly preferred alternative to her, but somehow still not always as satisfying.

Waking the screen, Kadri found she had a text message from Holden James, the EMT from a few floors above her. After a few weeks of living on Pike's Place and Turnstone Kadri quickly surmised that being on the first floor of the complex had it's perks. She'd grown to know a little bit about everybody especially their sleeping habits or lack thereof based on what hours of the night or day they made their way through the main entrance. Kadri had met Holden after a long night of performing at Silhouette, the burlesque Gentlemen's Club and bar she worked at in the outskirts of the city. Coming home at 3am or later if a private party was booked at the club was no strange task to the girl being that she used to work practically twenty-four hour shifts at her old haunts in NYC, but seeing Holden stroll in around 4am kind of jarred her a bit, she was so used to being in her own little world all by herself at that hour, and therefore couldn't help ask what he did for a living that had him so sleep deprived, and practically stumbling into the complex at such an hour. Ever since the two have hit it off pretty decently so far, and make an effort to keep in touch and run in the same circles, and for that Kadri was thankful. Getting to know people here was proving much easier than she ever imagines it would be.

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Holden James
::Sorry for not seeing you at the party! And do you happen to have a remedy for hangovers because my headache is killer. ::

Text to...
Holden James

  1. Not Drinking in the first place
  2. Drinking Less
    ... but seeing as it's a bit late for the first two options I'd also direct to these options:
  3. Drinking More
  4. Weed
    And if you're feeling like handling it more responsibly...
  5. Advil
  6. Coffee
  7. Electrolytes
  8. Water
Additional Text to...
Holden James
P.s. I thought you were supposed to be the medical expert (:P)
Yet another after thought Text to...
Holden James
P.s.s If you want to test any of the more... illicit remedies I can definitely help. and if not I can brew the coffee and provide the advil lol && No worries about the party. Feel better!

After hitting send Kadri sent a quick text to Luca and Mal, thanking them for the fun and memorable night. Along with Mal's text she also decided to finally explain the significance of the crystal she'd gifted him the night before.

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Luca Griffiths and Malcom Lewis
Can't quite remember if I let you in on the secret or not last night, but the crystal I gave you is called opalite and is supposed to have some hocus pocus type magical qualities like relaxation in anxious moments the power to cleanse one's kidneys of toxins (which might be very handy than last night and much cheaper than dialysis I might add lol). It's fine if you don't believe in it, I kind of don't subscribe to it fully myself but I thought it might help you feel more in control and calm when you perform. Considering how you blew the roof off of the place last night I doubt you even get nervous lol but I hope you like it! :).

With a light tap on the send button she threw her phone haphazardly onto the couch without a care seeing as the device was basically life proof and sauntered finally over to her roommates room where she rapped on the door lightly, awaiting the girls annoyed reply about how she was busy studying but a reply never came.

Where the hell is Macy...it's really not often that I am awake before her and definitely not for so long. By now her textbooks would've been strewn across the coffee table and while reruns of Grey's- she wretches physically at the thought of the melodramatic soap before continuing her train of thought-play in the background. AND she never replied to my text message form last night... definitely odd... Again Kadri knocked on the door but more forcefully as she called the girls name.

"Macy, you okay in there? I'm coming in okay?" The girl spoke before twisting the knob and crossing the threshold into Macy's bedroom, which she'd never did before until now. She looked wide eyed at the space, it was completely spotless from floor to ceiling. Literally not a speck, spot or piece of furniture or decor graced any of the walls or floors. Not a trace of Macy Vandover could be found except fora note she found sitting atop the naked bed frame signed in Macy's hand.

Looking around I'm sure you have come to the solid conclusion that I've packed my things and left so I'll keep this brief. Seattle has been too much for me. I thought it was the right thing for me to come back home, but way too much has happened here for me to put up with. I found a nice apartment a couple weeks ago in Portland and a job opportunity in my desired field so that's where heading. Wish me luck, and if you want to contact me involving the move you have my number. Otherwise I'd like to cut off all connections to this place... I already paid my share of the rent for the next two months which should give you enough time to find a new roommate, anyone would want to live here. Sorry to leave you high and dry like this, but I'm sure you'll figure it out.
-Best, Macy Vandover


Kadriyan breathed a long heavy sigh, as if the world itself had been balanced in her shoulders. Shit..

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Holden watched as the coffee brewed, checking his work emails once again. He was just double checking to make sure that he wasn't being called in right now. He didn't think he could handle a day like yesterday. It was just all too much at once. His eyes went back to the coffee pot and he sighed. He didn't think that the coffee could have brewed any slower. It was driving him to madness and it just made him realize how bad his hangover was. Usually he doesn't have hangovers this bad. But he was blaming the fact that he drank while exhausted. Always a bad idea. His phone vibrated several different times. Each message was from Kadri. He read through each message, smiling the whole time. Both helpful and sarcastic.

They had met very early in the morning. It seemed that their schedules lined them up in a way where they were both walking into there homes around four in the morning. It was interesting since Holden was just used to moving around that early on his own. So of course they talked to each other and made it a point to keep in touch. He pulled of the reply box to answer her texts.



;Kadri
1. Just because I save people on the back of an ambulance doesn't mean I make smart drinking decisions.
2. I blame exhaustion on my hangover not the alcohol
3. I would like to keep my remedy legal so I don't end up where I work.
4. I can bring my own coffee. But I will take your advil. I can be in at your door in about 15 mins.


With that sent he went to get himself in the shower. Pajamas and morning breath was not going to fly with Kadri. It never takes him long to get ready. With his spontaneous job, he has just learned to get dressed in record timing. Stepping out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, he started scrubbing the inside of his mouth. It felt good to replace the taste of poison with mint. Even when the initial taste was gone, he continued to scrub. Holden wanted to make sure he got rid of any evidence that he even drank. He then swished mouthwash around for about a minute. Never has his mouth felt so clean. He left his bathroom and headed over to his closet. He just picked out something at random. As long as the clothes smelled nice, then they were wearable.

He stood before his mirror and ran his fingers through his wet hair. It would be dry in a hour or so, no need to pull out the hair dryer. Holden went back to the kitchen and pulled out a mug to pour his coffee into. He took his time drinking the cup. He still had a couple of minutes before he said he would be in front of Kadri's door. When he finished that cup, he washed it and put it away. He started rummaging around for a to go mug. Once one was found, he filled it up to the top and placed the cap onto it.

Holden checked his pockets. HIs wallet and phone were secure. He grabbed the keys on his way out and decided to take the stairs. The elevator takes too long sometimes. Holden took sips of his coffee as he ventured down the stairs. He exited on her floor and went to her door. He knocked three times and just waited to be let in.

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Kadri practically jumped out of her skin at the sound of who she suspected to be Holden knocking at the door. The letter left behind by Macy completely took her out of reality and soured her mood. She couldn't believe that the girl wouldn't discuss the move with her before up and leaving. She'd payed for two months rent at least but what if she couldn't find someone? She didn't know anyone in Seattle who needed a place to live and she definitely was skeptical to posting ads, what if she ended up rooming with an axe murderer or some creepy Black Swan-esque girl. She shuddered at the idea.

Trying to shake it off Kadri crumpled the note into a ball and threw it in the living room frustratedly.
"Sorry for the wait, I'm coming!" Kadriyan hollered before removing the locks from her door and extending her arms to offer a hug before motioning for Holden to come in.
"Make yourself at home, I'm going to run and get the advil and I'll be right back." She said as she jogged to the bathroom carefully in her heels but still managed to trip on the paper ball she just threw onto the floor.
"I should probably pick that up." She said with a light chuckle trying to remain light hearted. Entering the bathroom Kadri opened the medicine cabinet searching for the little white bottle with the red label. Aha! She thought as she finally locked her sights onto and emerged from the bathroom, chucking it lightly at Holden.
"Hangover cure incoming at 12 o'clock."
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Holden heard Kadri coming because of the clicking of her heels. He chuckled a bit, when the thought of his friend in pajamas dressed up in heels crossed his mind. Of course he knew that she would never dress like that, it was an amusing thought. The door opened up and Holden smiled brightly at her. He hugged her back, letting it last a long while, before detaching himself from her. She had told him to make himself at home, but he had already planned on doing that. "Don't mind if I do." he said before sitting on the couch. Holden took a sip from his giant coffee mug. He watched Kadri walk away and trip over some paper. He kept the laughter inside by drinking even more coffee. Finally she disappeared into the bathroom, to get advil no doubt, and Holden relaxed more into the couch. Her couch was very soft and it was very easy to sink into. "Hangover cure incoming at 12 o'clock."

He sat up and turned around, expecting Kadri to be handing it to him. But instead he just saw a flying bottle of pills headed toward him. Holden managed to catch it...with his face. It didn't hurt. Just unexpected. "Thanks Kadri." he said with an amused toned as he picked up the pill bottle and opened it up. He wasn't supposed to be taking pain meds with coffee so he decided just to take one for now. And eventually when he switches over to water, he will take another one. Holden downed the pill with a big swig of coffee. Closing the bottle, he set it on the table. "So Kadri, how are you doing? What are your plans for today?" He asked, to make conversation wit his friend.

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The young adult snoozing in bed stirred half an hour later, hearing the tea kettle whistle loudly, signalling that its contents had been boiled sufficiently. When brewing a cup of tea earlier, Dana’d realized that his supply of drinking water was running low, judging from his nearly empty pitcher. Now, as he turned off the fire and set the kettle aside to cool, there would be enough water for the rest of the day. Ding. Ding. Ding. The familiar sound of new notifications alerted Dana that his phone had slipped off the corner of his bed, where he’d hastily thrown the mobile. Breathing a sigh of relief after double-checking that no damage had been done to the valued possession, he leaned against the door frame and opened the newest message, which was a reply from Holden. I feel the hangover and regret drinking as much as I have. Though he knew he was a terrible person for laughing, Dana couldn’t help letting out a chuckle at his friend’s regret before sifting through other messages. Once business on his phone had been taken care of, he left it on his bedside table to charge since the low-battery mode had automatically been switched on, and sat at his desk.

There isn’t much to be done on this particular Tuesday, mused Dana as he checked his daily organizer which he filled with notes for his blog and additions to his to-do-list. His article of the day had been written the afternoon before, in anticipation for the party that would take up much of his night. As Dana finished adding embellishments to the introduction and wrapped up the conclusion, he copy and pasted what he’d written onto his blog, and clicked the rectangular button labeled “post”. I’m officially done with work for today. Lifting his arms above his head in a stretch, Dana leaned back against his chair, so much so that he nearly fell backwards. Thankfully, he regained his balance by flailing ever so gracefully. That was embarrassing. He laughed at himself. Had he not been alone, he was sure he wouldn't have been the only one laughing. For that, he was grateful that if he had to nearly fall, he at least did it alone. However, as time passed, he began to think that if someone else had been there, he wouldn't have to deal with finding something to do.

Normally, extra time was spent idly by lounging on the couch, or even doing a bit of light cleaning here and there, but it seemed that there truly was nothing on Dana’s agenda for the day. Ding. Well, nothing until now. Dana’s face lit up with a glee as his eyes skimmed the reply to his earlier message to Rosaline. "Of course Dear! I'll make us some lunch!Come whenever!" Happily, his fingers flew across the digital keyboard, sending a new message.

Rosaline:
I’ll be there in… twenty minutes? :)

Dana selected an outfit with greater concentration than necessary, considering that the trip would take less than five minutes and he would mostly be indoors. The difficulty stemmed from an array of clothes on a rack that was actually only a small fraction of his extensive collection. He’d tried to downsize, but couldn’t bring himself to part from even clothes he’d worn only a handful of times. Much to the relief of a friend who’d had enough of his slight hoarding tendencies, the fashion devotee did donate the pieces he hadn’t touched, which took up quite a surprising amount of space at the back of his closet. Nevertheless, when he reached the point at which no more could be stuffed into the built-in wardrobe, Dana resorted to hanging clothes on a recently bought rack.He gave himself a quick once-over before appearing satisfied and locked the door behind him as he made his way up the stairs to the seventh floor.
True to his estimation, Dana arrived at Rosaline’s door in just under twenty minutes from his text. He raised his hand to the door and knocked before stepping back to wait.

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ImageTossing the bottle in an arc through the air Kadri waits expecting Holden to sharply turn and prepared to catch the bottle but instead it hits him squarely in the face, and the pill bottle falls to his lap with a rattle. Kadri's instincts drove her to reach her hands out as if somehow she could retract the bottle from making contact with his face after it had already been done. He jaw clenched at the mishap, expecting him to become upset with her but when she saw a smirk creep onto his face followed by a sarcastic thank you she broke down into a fit of laughter.

"I am so sorry- I- I thought.." She said stopping every couple of syllables to allow for the infectious laughter that bellowed from core and reverberated in the room.

"I'm a jerk, I'm actually really sorry, I just have a really poor excuse for a sense of humor." The girl said with a few final chuckles as she picked up the scrunched up paper ball on the floor that her Holden induced laughing fit had distracted her from for a moment. Holden politely inquired as to how her day had been as she unraveled the paper ball and handed the sheet to him, joining him on the couch.

"Hectic already unfortunately, read this." Kadri said with a sigh as she tried to wait patiently for Holden to scan over the letter but her nerves were making it rather impossible. Instead of taking it out on the boy Kadri stretched over the arm of the couch reaching into the end table drawer and pulled a single black and gold cigarette from the one pack she had left and intended to ration until she kicked her habit altogether. There were fifteen cigarettes left in the pack of twenty, signifying five moments of weakness.

"Hope you don't mind." She said not exactly waiting on a reply before reaching for her lighter and bringing the flame to the end.

"Who does something like this! I can't even begin to understand why she didn't just come and talk to me. Granted, we weren't on the best terms but this isn't something that you just leave up to fate! What if I have to pick all of the rent on my own? Business at Silhouette isn't booming like it used-" Kadri vented before she was cut off by a knocking at the door. With Holden no more than an ear shot away Kadri sprang from her seat and peered through the looking glass of her door, there was Malcolm and a very dainty and unfamiliar blonde girl with a slue of boxes in tow. Upon opening the door Kadri was greeted by the girls foreign southern drawl.

"Good, I was hoping someone would be home when I got here. Augusta Calhoun, new resident of Pike's Place and co-owner of this very apartment."Kadri raised an eyebrow at this but gestured for the girl to come in and took the boxes that Mal were carrying before bidding him a good morning and watching him disappear beyond the entrance of the complex and onto the streets.

"I'm Kadriyan, you can call me Kadri and this is Holden Jacobs he lives upstairs. I-I don't thing I got your name... And how did you hear about the vacancy?" Kadri said as she took a few more drags from her cigarette before snuffing out the embers and sneaking a quick glance at Holden as if to say What the hell is going on...?