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Matthias Ford

When we must, we learn what we are capable of.

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a character in “Thin Walls”, originally authored by ฮ•pฮนmetheus, as played by RolePlayGateway

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filertextLET ME TELL YOU WHAT I DO KNOW: I AM MORE THAN ONE THING,
AND NOT ALL OF THOSE THINGS ARE GOOD.

LOLโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ—Š โ—Š โ—Š
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      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NAMEโ‹ฎ XX MATTHIAS E. FORD
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ALIASโ‹ฎ XX MATT {OCCASIONALLY || IMPARTIAL}
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ AGEโ‹ฎ XX TWENTY FOUR
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ ETHNICITYโ‹ฎ XX ICELANDIC
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ GENDERโ‹ฎ XX MALE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ SEXUALITYโ‹ฎ XX HETEROSEXUAL ; HETEROROMANTIC


      ๏น™ โ™” ๏นš


      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ EYE COLORโ‹ฎ XX BLUE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HAIR COLORโ‹ฎ XX BLONDE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX SIX FOOT THREE
      โ—ŠหŸ โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ WEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX TWO ZERO FOUR


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WORDSWORDSWORDSโ™” ใ€‚THEY SAY HOME IS A PLACE YOU CAN CHOOSE TO BE Image
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๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฐ๏ผฏ๏ผณ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ โœ

i. kalt jรถrรฐin
From a distance, he seems to be as cold as the name of his homeland. In a way, this is true, even up close. It appears, sometimes, as though there is a perpetual scowl etched into the lines of his face, and he's been known to employ a glower that that could make a man spill his secrets like a sieve. He is gruff, seems to be uncomfortable in the presence of of people. There is a distinct sense of mistrust when he finds himself around people he doesn't know well. His shoulders tense, fists clench, jaw twitches, and he finds himself a location where he can plant his back squarely against a wall. He doesn't speak much in these situations, and when he does his words are low, course like gravel. Even among friends (when his shoulders relax, hands loose in his pockets), he retains the same gruff demeanor, and he's been called Oscar the Grouch before, a reference he had to, embarrassingly, watch an episode of a kid's show as a grown man to understand.

ii. grรฆna jรถrรฐ
But he can be warm too. Not in the way he'd like to beโ€” sunny smiles, open affectionโ€” but in his own way. He doesn't have friends so much as he has family. There are few shades of grey for him. Aside from family, there are acquaintances, unknowns, and enemies. He retains his distance with acquaintances, arms folded over his chest, blank gaze. Casual, but not quite approachable. He marks all the exits and keeps his back guarded with unknowns. Enemies...well. But with family, there's a notable difference. It's a quiet difference, not loud, not obvious. There's a relaxationโ€” no exit-counting, no tension. He complains and chides, but he's not silent. Most of the laughter that leaves his mouth is in the form of a derisive snort, a small scoff at another's fuck up, at another's distress, but there's something in his gazeโ€” a glint of humor. He threatensโ€” if you get a scratch on that new paint job, I will hang you, Hardisonโ€” but they must know it's empty, just words, only bluster. They must know because of the way he bristles if he thinks there's a danger, as if they've gained a feral dog as a protector. They must be able to tell by the way his guard drops, the way he'll let things slip about himself, the way he'll immerse himself in a conversation. He never says the words 'love' or 'worry', but he thinks it. And he shows it. Sometimes. In his own way. In insults given with a cocky smirk, in shoulder bumps and an offered bottle of chilled beer, in home cooked meals given under the guise of self-improvement. In lots of things. Just not in words.


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WORDSWORDSImage Image AND I'VE DECIDED TO CARRY HOME INSIDE ME โ™š
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xx โ˜†๏น—๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
He is, above all, a chef. And he likes his job. He loves cooking, both a good meal for himself and for others, and he loves the process of learning a recipe every time he tries a new dish. He likes spending time with his friends, and he loves to be able to crack open a cold one with them on the fire escape landing, especially on cool spring nights. He also enjoys activity, and he loves to go for a run, particularly in the local public park, which he finds lovely and picturesque. His other means of exercise is MMA, which is also his favorite form of stress relief. He also likes black coffee, blueberries, gummy bears, hot chocolate, and fantasy and action movies.

xx โ˜…๏น—๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
As a chef, he prides himself on knowing the difference between good food and bad. He detests fast food with a passion, and he finds himself disappointed in any friends who indulge in it. He's not the biggest fan of candy aside from gummy bears, but he's not against pastries eaten in moderation. He hates it when people take good food and the hard work that goes into it for granted. Nothing bothers him more in his field of work than molecular gastronomy, something he views as blasphemous and unnecessarily complicated. Why inject something as calculated as science into something as natural as cooking? It's an instinct to him, and the idea of bringing calculations and science into the kitchen revolts him. He doesn't like to dwell on his past mistakes, even if he is guilty of it occasionally. Remnants of his past, he feels uncomfortable having his back exposed and dislikes being inactive for long stretches of time.
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WORDWORSโ€ SO IT'S NOT REALLY AS IF I AM LEAVING Image Image Image
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โœ ๏ผฑ๏ผต๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผซ๏ผณ | ๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผณ

โ˜† In unfamiliar places, he wears something of a perpetual scowl, often unconsciously. โ˜† Incredibly protective of his motorcycle. โ˜† Trains at the local MMA gym at least four times a week.

โœ๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณ | ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ DETAIL-ORIENTED ; Cooking is a very delicate art, and even though traditional cooking is not as reliant on precise measurements as dessert making is, a chef can't afford to make any mistakes. This translates into his every-day life, and he's very aware of the small details some can overlook. But as they say: "The devil's in the details."
`โ—‡ PROTECTIVE ; He's all about the concept of "found family," and he's incredibly protective of those he considers to be a part of that family. He may not be very expressive about his affection, but he would absolutely, at the very least, severely harm anyone who would threaten any of them. Not even very intentionally. It's something of an instinct.
`โ—‡ OBSERVANT ; Very related to his attention to details. He's not much of a talker in situations, and he may be just a twinge paranoid, but it serves him well when he's picking up on things everyone else is too distracted to notice.


โœ๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ | ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผณ๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ UNCOMMUNICATIVE ; The long and short of it is: he has difficulty using his words to express himself. Which can be frustrating, both for him and others, especially since even his alternate methods of expressing affection are...crude, to say the least.
`โ—‡ BODY-LANGUAGE ; He's not too great with words, and his body-language isn't doing him any favors either. It can be difficult to make new friends when your arms are crossed over your chest and your shoulders are tensed every time you meet someone new. He's just not too great in the people department in general, really.
`โ—‡ OVER-CONFIDENCE ; Sure as sin, pride will always bring a man to his knees. When it comes to both cooking and fighting, he's very self-assured, overly so. Underestimating an opponent can lead to a tricky situation, and being cocky in the kitchen can lead to a mistake. Neither are favorable situations.


โœ ๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ

`โ—‡ LOSS ; He's already lost his family once, and god knows he feels responsible for it every second of every day. He's not sure he could bear to lose somebody else close to him, let alone through some perceived fault of his own.
`โ—‡ THE FALL ; He's very good at two things. Those are: cooking and fighting. The difference between the two is that he knows there are many chefs out there far better than he. That's okay. Encountering someone better at knocking teeth out than him? Less okay. Especially if he has to find out the hard way.


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WORDWORSImage Image IT'S MORE LIKE SOMETHING PULLING ME โœฟ
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xxx๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผนโœ—

He is born and his father dies three years later. He leaves a parting gift in the form of a child. His brother is born seven months later in the wake of grief, a sun in his mother's otherwise light-less existence. Life in Reykjavik is good, and he is healthy and normal. Life in Reykjavik is good. Until his mother starts coughing, until her joints and bones begin to ache, until she can no longer push herself out of her bed and into the streets. He is seventeen and the only way he can see his mother is under the harsh glow of fluorescents and through the thick haze of antiseptic and iodoform and disinfectant. He is seventeen and just trying to keep his mother medicated, his brother in school, and their lights on. Life in Reykjavik is good. There is very little crime, but you can find it if you're looking for it. The Icelandic chapter of the Hell's Angels, of all things. He starts small, a sentinel at closed door meetings, but things aren't so bad. Some of them take him under their wing, teach him and train him in the ways of their world. By nineteen he can take down a man twice his size. But he's more than just hired muscle. At home, he keeps his brother well-taken care of and very well-fed. He keeps him healthy, the way his mother would want him to. He has a talent for it too, but any hopes he might have had of cultivating that died with his mother's illness. But things are okay. At least, he can't complain. His mother is medicated, his brother is in school and their lights are on. Things take a turn at twenty. His mother's condition worsens, and it gets harder to keep everything running smoothly. His brother decides to help. His brother is only sixteen, and he is trying to help keep their lights on. Matthias cannot talk him out of it. He has a very short career. A year and a deal gone wrong. The first one in Matthias' entire four year run, and he lets his brother get hit. He lets it happen. He is diving to the pavement and crawling towards a head of familiar blonde hair and he let it happen. His mother goes two months later. From the grief or from the illness, he doesn't know. He half wishes he could have done the same. Instead he waits half a year, gets the burials over with, and takes all his savings from under mattress and buys the first ticket to Destination: far from there. He's only twenty two and alone in the big city, but he's sure he'll figure it out. And he does. He starts small, a sous chef in a family owned restaurant, and goes from there.
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๏ผ†O1 ๏ผฏ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ

FACE CLAIM ; EMIL ANDERSSON
HEX CODE ; #8fa6c8
PLAYED BY ; EPIMETHEUS
CREATED BY ; VERIX

So begins...

Matthias Ford's Story

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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Rosaline Mcnamara Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis Character Portrait: Kadriyan Hassan Character Portrait: Macy Vandover Character Portrait: Lloyd Lexington Character Portrait: Lillianna Vera del Claire Character Portrait: Genesis Carter Character Portrait: Elias Masterson Character Portrait: Bittor Cecilio Grimaldo Character Portrait: Angelo Mecozzi Character Portrait: Holden James Character Portrait: Parker Hudson Character Portrait: Octavia Castor
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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: Excited || Outfit: x




Genesis was having a hard time containing her excitement. Today was the Fourth of July Bash. She had been planning this party for weeks. And it came together nicely. Though Genesis only invited the people living in the infamous building of Pike's Place and Turnstone, she had ordered enough food and rented a big enough party space for all of the extras. Anyone that was anyone had known this party was happening. She had even tweeted about it a couple of hours ago. So far she has endless retweets. Gen would not be shocked if this place was packed. She had even picked a famous party to make sure that people enjoyed their time. Her friends were insistent on trying to help her pay for everything. But she shut them all down. With her escorting job, paying for this was no big deal. She had worked everyday for the past two weeks just to pay for everything. She was going to need a break from escorting for a couple of weeks. One of them was way too aggressive and she needed to cover the bruises with makeup.

โ€Miss Carter?โ€ Genesis turned around to see one of the catererโ€™s calling out to her. He had the three cakes she had order. Each were red, white, and blue for the occasion. โ€Oh. You can put them over there.โ€ Genesis said as she pointed to the table. She had gotten the best catererโ€™s for both the food and the sweets. She was really hoping that Matthias and Parker liked it. They were chefs and very critical. They would probably be nice about it, but she would be able to tell by their face if it was horrible. So she was praying that everything was going to taste amazing. The cake was settled down and Genesis handed over the check. She waved goodbye and then checked cake off her list. Then she turned to the stage. Genesis had everything ready for her friend Malcolm to perform. This was a great way to get his name out there and it was free entertainment. She was not expecting him for a couple more minutes, since she had arrived an hour earlier than planned. Pulling out her phone she sent a quick message to Mal.

;Mal
Everything is all set up for you when you get here! And the cake arrived. Oh I am so excited!

The message sent and she started walking around to make sure everything was ready. She continued checking everything off her list. The only thing left were guests. The alcohol was stalked up. Not only for her sake, but for everyone else's. She was expecting at least half of her guest to have some alcohol. If not she would serve them to everyone herself. Speaking of alcohol, she would need a few drinks before people showed up. Waltzing over to the drink table, she opened some champagne. She poured herself a tall glass and started drinking. She pulled her phone back out. There were a couple more messages that need to be sent out.
;Parker
Better be dressed for this party! I worked too hard for you not to be here!

;Matt
Youโ€™re coming right? I know you donโ€™t like parties, but you to do this for me!

;Bittor
I hope you are taking me home tonight

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                        Days off were weird. Half the time Matthias remained entirely unsure of what to do with himself during the hours he typically allotted for work, and just did what he would be doing anyway: cooking. He only worked six days a week, sure, so having at least one free day shouldn't have been any sort of shock to him, but the issue in this case was that this typically wasn't his day off. A friend and fellow chef had asked to swap shifts with him (something about a baby shower), so Matthias had done the only thing he could do, really, in that situation. Said, "Yeah, of course, man, I've got you covered. Have fun."

                        And the whole thing had been just slightly confusing. He was used to order, routine, and the minor disruption had been just a touch off-putting. It left him working a dinner shift on a day he usually worked a lunch shift and with a day off two days before the one he usually had. Which is why he found himself where he was then. In the kitchen of his apartment, hogging the stove (not that it mattered, really, Nova was never really itching to use it anyway). He was deeply involved in his work, beads of sweat lining his forehead, brow furrowed; he hardly noticed when his phone on the kitchen counter buzzed. He set the burner to simmer to take a quick glance at the message he'd just received.

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                        xxxHEY YOU'RE ALL READY FOR THE PARTY TONIGHT RIGHT?? I'M COMING OVER NOW.


                        He muttered a curse under his breath, glanced back at his concoction cooking in the sautee pan, and then looked down at his attire. Eh. Good enough. He was about to respond to her text when another one popped up on his screen. From Genesis. He remembered the whole affair in full force now. He hadn't planned on attending because of the way his work schedule had happened, but since he was freeโ€” and clearly more than one person was expecting him to be thereโ€” it was a decent enough plan for the evening. He'd rather be there anyway, to watch out for Gen and Parker if anything went wrong, or anyone else for that matter. Plus, if he'd remembered correctly, Mal was supposed to be the entertainment for the evening, and it'd be nice to finally see a show of his. He responded to both texts and then, for good measure, sent a new one to Mal.

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                        xxxUH. YEAH. READY ENOUGH. TAKING MY BIKE OR YOUR CAR?


                        xxxxxxxxxx;GEN
                        xxxOF COURSE. WOULDN'T MISS IT FOR THE WORLD. AND I DEFINITELY DID NOT FORGET ABOUT IT UNTIL NOW.


                        xxxxxxxxxx; MAL
                        xxxIT'LL BE NICE TO FINALLY SEE A LIVE PERFORMANCE OF YOURS.


                        He turned back to the stove and finally shut off the burner for good. He was just pulling a tupperware container for it out of his cupboards when Parker busted in through the door.

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                        Parker forgot things. She forgot a lot of things. It was just a fact of life. Which was why she was so pleased that she hadn't forgotten the party that night. Granted, the hostess was her roommate, which would have made forgetting about it entirely very difficult. But still, that didn't erase the touch of pride she felt. She had even carved out enough time to pick a good outfit for the event, a chic summer dress in a nice shade of blue to kind of match the theme. Matthias' text, however worried her. She had just finished shooting off a quick response to Gen:


                        xxxxxxxxxx; GEN!โœญ
                        xxxDEF!!! JUST GRABBING MATT RN AND WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY!! SO EXCITED :OOO


                        when Matt's text came in. She didn't bother responding given that she was less than a minute out from knocking on his front door.

                        She didn't actually knock, of course. "Definitely taking my car. I'm still scared I'll fall off your motorcycle." She frowned, tapping her fingers anxiously as she watched him seal away whatever sweet-smelling stirfry he had been making.
                        "That's ridiculous," he said, furrowing his brow, and she huffed.
                        "Whatever, c'mon. Gen's waiting for us. We're on the VIP list." She laughed, and he graced her with a small chuckle in return, nabbing his jacket off the hook by the door.

                        "Gimme a sec," he muttered to Parker before turning to call out in the general direction of Octavia's room. "Nova, we're headed to Genesis' party. See you there, maybe, I guess."
                        "You should totally come!" Parker chipped in. "Gonna be a blast!"
                        Matt nudged her out the door, and off they went.

                        It didn't take them long to arrive at the warehouse, which was still relatively empty, though there were already a few familiar faces populating the area. Parker made her way toward Genesis as soon as she spotted her, and Matthias followed.

                        "Hey, babe!" she said, wrapping Gen in a quick hug. "Everything looks amazing! This party is going to rock, I can tell."
                        Matt nodded his agreement, half distracted as he glanced around the room, taking note of all the people already there. He turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Yeah," he said, offering Gen a smile. "Looks great."

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ImageDowning her third beer with a final gulp Kadriyan peeked a quick look at her cellphone to see if Macy had ever got her message, but according to the device the last text message she'd received was from her coworker the night before. With a sigh and an obligatory eye-roll Kadri returned her cellphone to her over sized orange purse and pondered all the possibilities for the lack of response to her text.

***1. Maybe she saw it... and was super busy in class or whatever and couldn't respond.
***2. She probably just hasn't looked at her phone yet.
***3. She literally opened my message, looked at it and closed it just to fuck with me. And she's probably there already.

Kadri decided childishly on the last option which she knew was also the least probable but somethig about Macy just rubbed her the wrong way and she couldn't help stoking the perceived rivalry in her mind, and only in her mind, she would never dare initiate any drama for peace and quiet's sake.

Moving past the inexplicable disappearance of her roommate Kadri got a brilliant idea for a little party favor she would bring for Mal in return for his kindess when she first moved in. Upon moving in and unpacking her first box Kadri heard the buzzer screech in a cacophonous chime, immediately she thought it must've been for Macy, seeing as no one in Seattle knew her address other than her neighbors and employers but when she answered there was Mal with a fresh bouquet of the most beautiful pastel lavender and lilies in a clear vase tied up in light yellow ribbon. Kadriyan found the simple gesture to be so deeply touching, being that the only housewarming gift she'd ever received was liquor, and the idea of welcoming a neighbor to the neighborhood, especially as a bred New York was extremely foreign and strictly cinematic and Hollywood spun to her, but there he was grinning sweetly from ear to ear with a bouquet and kind words. He was definitely alright in her book.

As a gesture of good faith Kadri unlinked her opalite key charm from her car key chain that she always felt brought her good energy and peace. She hoped he wouldn't mind something as simple as a charm from her own collection, but it meant a lot to her and she hoped that it would bring positivity for him as well. The properties of the particular stone are said to increase psychic ability and stabilize mood swings and anxiety if used for healing, it's also said to purify the blood of the kidneys, which she was sure would definitely come in handy tonight if the party was as much of a rager as the tweets and invites implied. She really only half believed in the hocus pocus of it all, but it never hurt to have good energy around.

After un-clipping the rock from her keys she found a small silver gift bag and plopped it inside with tissue paper that she kept handy from past birthdays and holidays specifically for moments like this. After wrapping the gift she grabbed her keys and headed out the door of her first floor loft and made her way snappily down the street, wanting to arrive before Mal performed.

About fifteen minutes later Kadri made it to the large industrial warehouse that reminded her warmly of New York and the amazing parties that happened absolutely anywhere in the city as long as there was the promise of music and booze. Walking through the doors that were wide open and presenting the extremely festive spread of decorations and foods for the ocassion Kadriyan could tell that Genesis put in a insane amount of work and hours into this project of hers, and she had to admit she probably couldn't do any better and was squarely impressed. As the curly fro-ed brunnette walked in heads tilted lightly to trace the sound of her footsteps, she waved and smiled lightly at everyone as she made her way up to a group of her neighbor's who stood chatting and making small talk. She knew a few of there names already, she knew Genesis of course, and kind of knew the blonde girl who stood beside her, but only in passing really. Last but not least was Matthias who she teasingly called Thor, but only to her friends and Macy when mention of him arose. She didn't think it was a half bad nickname, he was a dead-ringer for the chiseled Demi-God, but the killer look he wore on his modelesque face always stopped her short of sharing her, most likely patronizing pet name.

"Hey guys, Happy 4th of July!" Kadri said with a cheery inflection and a smile as she approached the group.
"This is really fucking awesome Genesis, you out did yourself! Ever thought of getting into party planning?" She asked, scanning the room for Mal but from the looks of it he hadn't arrived or maybe was backstage perfecting his set before leisurely taking part in the festivities. She made a mental note to seek him out, but first she'd take part in a bit of festivities herself and mix a drink at the open bar.

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This was not going well. Lloyd stood in the center of the room, watching the environment slowly slip out of his favor. This is precisely why he despised being late.

Everything began to falter as soon as the door opened. He was originally greeted by the smiling figure of a slightly scantily dressed dark-haired woman he could only assume to be Genesis Carter. She greeted him, turned to offer him the variety of alcoholic beverages and a choice of the selection of food. But he wasn't listening. Not anymore. As soon as the door opened, he spotted someone he dreaded to see. Malcom Lewis, the resident dreamer and the local halfwit. It occurred to him he might show, everyone in Genesis' apartment building had been invited, Malcom included. She probably had invited him over for his musical 'talents'.

"Great, only seconds in, and we're already promising a headache." He thought.

Even as he tried to ignore the unwelcome intrusion, another figure emerged from the now-open door behind him. Luca. Luca walked straight up to Malcom, and before anyone knew it, Malcom was dragging the newest arrival away towards the backstage entrance. Something was very clearly going on between them, the only question remained as to what, but for now it didn't concern him. Now it was back to being an empty room with nothing more than him and Genesis, who was fluttering about, adding slight last-minute adjustments to everything.

Regaining his composure, he walked over towards the alcohol table, grabbing a short glass. He quickly scanned through the drink selection, his eyes landing on a particular drink in the back. "Bell's Premium Blended Scotch?"

While the drink wasn't the most expensive, it certainly was high class, and it was a surprise she had brought one to the party. He quickly pulled the drink from it's place and poured it into his glass. He wasted little time with ice before lightly taking a sip. It was indeed real. The onset of this information left him honestly surprised and as he turned towards his hostess, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Two new arrivals had just moseyed in, shouting their greetings to the generous hostess. He recognized them both. They lived in his apartment building, and had seen them come and go, but as he was one of the newer additions to the building, he hadn't yet found the time, nor the need to go and meet with them. But, then once again, someone new walked into the fray. Another woman walked into the warehouse, giving an excited greeting to the increasingly excited Genesis. And, with a quick glance at his watch and a quicker glance at the wide open doors, new arrivals would be walking nearly every second until dawn.

Lloyd sighed, looked down at his drink, and tipped it back.

It took a moment for the burning sensation that was scotch to coarse through his system, but once the fire-water had passed, he poured himself another drink, forced another smile to his lips, and walked into the crowd, faking as much jubilance as he could.

"Yes, happy Fourth of July!"
He turned looking excitedly from one face to the next, "Parker and Matthias, right?" He stopped at the newest arrival, "And I don't believe we've met before."

"And finally, our gracious host!" He turned towards Genesis. "Genesis was it?"

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Location: Old Warehouse || Mood: Excited || Outfit: x




Genesis finished all the finishing touches. Everything was perfect and she did not think she could do any better. Once Mal was done warming up, they would all have entertainment. Of course she also had back up for whenever he was grew tired of being the only musician playing. It was just a Spotify mix, nothing special. The reason why Malcolm was the only paid entertainment was because she did not want him battling with some other musician. The whole point of this was to make sure everyone else knew how good he was. This was getting his name out. By the end of the night, everyone will be dying to show up to one of his gigs.

Genesis will have to remind him not to forget about her once he becomes big and famous. Another glass of champagne and the brunette was finally starting to feel warm. Eventually she will move to something stronger. Sipping it, she walked around watching more people waltzed through the doors. Luca had arrived and went straight for the alcohol and then with Mal backstage. No doubt he was here to make sure that Mal did not get so nervous and run away. Gen had no problems with Luca. They were not the best of friends but they were friendly due to their mutual friend. "Hey, babe!โ€ Genesis turned around and returned the hug given to her by one of her close friends Parker who was followed by her other close friend Matthias. She had received messages from them earlier letting her know they were on their way. She was glad for the reassurance. Gen would not let them hear the end of it if they hadnโ€™t shown up. They had a habit of forgetting which is why she texted them reminders about it. โ€Thanks. Do you know how hard it was to find food that tasted almost half as good as yours Matty?โ€ She teased. It did take a lot of work though. He was amazing at cooking so she could not just pick anything.

"Hey guys, Happy 4th of July!" The voice came from Kadri. Another one of Genesisโ€™ friends. She is super sweet and like Gen, likes to drink. Another compliment was made her way about the party and the brunette giggled a tad in response. โ€I donโ€™t think I could do this all the time. This was stressful enough.โ€ She responded, with a smile still on her face. She took another sip from her drink when Lloyd approached the small group that was forming. "And finally, our gracious host!" It was official. She was done taking compliments from everyone. It was not that big of a deal. If they knew who she was connected to then they would not be so surprised by how well this turned out. โ€Yeah. And you pointed out Parker and Matthias. And that pretty girl right there is Kadri.โ€ Gen said with a smile. โ€You all better eat all the food and drink all of the alcohol.โ€ She warned them all. Then she remembered that Genesis needed to make sure that Mal would perform. She quickly pulled out her phone.
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Not to rush your warm up, love. But there is a crowd waiting to hear your voice. Break a leg!

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Malcolm "Mal" Lewis / location: Station District warehouse / mood: nervous but happy / outfit
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Mal doesn't realize it, but his anxious demeanor immediately falls when he practices with Luca in the room. Having the boy's presence is simply a relaxer for him. He seems to have the same effect on his roommate, because Mal notices out of the corner of his eye that Luca relaxes too. The fact that they can affect each other so easily is most likely unhealthy, but it hasn't bothered either of them. But Mal knows that Luca keeps a part of himself locked away from Mal, and he has to pretend like it doesn't bother him. Even though Mal gives everything of himself, he can't expect anyone to do the same. Still, he wants Luca to confide and trust in him.

Once Mal finishes his set, Luca comments how much of a stress reliever Mal is, and assures him he'll "kill it" tonight with the set. Mal blushes, running a hand through his own hair. He sees his phone light up with a text, and realizes it's Matthias. The two are good friends, cooking buddies mainly, but they never text much. They enjoy each other's company most of all. But the text sends him into nervousness once more. Now Mal knew there would be one person that's never seen him live. "Oh mon dieu, oh mon dieuโ€ฆ" Mal repeats the worrisome exclamation under his breath, nervously shifting through his music to find something to settle him. Then he looks up, and is settled. Just by a quick glance at Luca. I really need to figure out what's going on here, Mal thinks to himself.
To: Matthias
so psyched! i'll be lookin for ya onstage.

"As long as you're here, I have nothing to worry about." Mal replies to Luca, finding one of his the songs he was planning to play in French, the one he wrote on the edge of bustling Paris nightlife. This one required a guitar, and he plucks one from the set of instruments backstage. Before he can start, however, his phone buzzes, another text from Genesis. Is he ready? "Am I ready?" He accidentally whispers to himself, looking to Luca with bulging eyes.

Well, now or never.

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Location: school labsโ†’apartmentโ†’Lillianna's
Outfit: party casual

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Work and school never cared much for holidays or day offs so the morning for Octavia had been busy per usual. She spent most of it down at the labs in school finishing up some research with a couple of her college mates. When she finished there she had a late lunch with her older sister Sophia. They started off making common chit chat, socializing with her sister like she use to do back when they were younger. The whole experience was always a bit weird for Octavia but a good weird because since Sophia built her corporation from the ground up she's always been tightly wound and very busy, not one to smile much. So when she did smile it was a little weird but Octavia felt good knowing that she could make her sister smile and laugh like the good old days.

After her little sisterly love session Octavia headed back to her loft but not without making a quick little stop at the flower shop down the street from her home just to buy a small bouquet of valley lilies for Lillianna. Some would call it sweet for Octavia to do this but in reality it's naturally a part of her. She usually doesn't think about it when she does stuff like this especially if she knows what her friends like. Octavia vividly remembers Lillianna's birthday and if memory serves her right (which it usually does) the Lilies of the valley are her birth flower which should come as a pleasant little surprise for her friend.




When Octavia finally got home she entered to see Matthias over the stove and greeted him along with a smile before peeking over his shoulder, wondering what he was cooking. When he shooed her though she made a quick pouty face before disappearing into her room with flowers in hand. By this time she was feeling a bit tense so after setting the bouquet on her desk Octavia opened a small metal box she kept in her dresser and pulled out a small joint that was already half gone. With a soft click of her bedroom window she slid it open, lit her joint and leaned over against the windowsill gazing at the passing cars. She inhaled a few puffs and after a couple of minutes her body began to relax, it was a nice feeling. Finishing what was left of her small joint Octavia flicked the almost nonexistent bud out the window and decided to take a quick shower.

While walking back to her room from the bathroom with only a white towel around her Octavia heard Matthias call out to her followed by Parker which only made her stop in her tracks for a brief second as she let her hair down from the bun she put it in before her shower. Between work and school Octavia had utterly forgot about the party all together so she had to think for a minute when Matthias mentioned the party. "Uh, yeah I'll see you guy's there!" she called back, continuing to her room and closing the door behind her only to open it a second later and adding in a "Drive safe!" before closing it again.

There was a moment where a slight breeze came in through Octavia's window and she couldn't help but to be pulled in by the smell of fresh air and plant life. She took another brief moment like earlier and leaned against her windowsill once more, gazing at the sky above, the sunset painting all kinds of colors across it's vast openness. It was like everything went silent for a good two minutes before she was pulled back into reality by her phone which vibrated rather loudly on her bed. Upon opening it and reading the text she got from Lillianna Octavia only smiled softly and wrote back.


To: Lilly Bug
Don't worry I'm not I just got briefly distracted by the sunset.
Funny, I just got out the shower. I'll be over in ten.


signed off with a smiley face Octavia pressed send and that was that. She quickly went back to getting dressed in her outfit for the party which was really simple. She just threw on some skinny jeans with a slightly lose v-neck and a comfortable kimono cardigan and she was all ready. Of course she put on some accessories but it was nothing flashing or big just a necklace and a bracelet was all. Once she was all good and light makeup was applied Octavia picked up the bouquet of valley lilies from her desk along with her keys and phone and left her apartment, heading to Lillianna's. Always being the one to knock before entering Tavia gave a few soft knocks on Lilly's door before heading in. The first thing she noticed upon entering was the sound of the shower going so she figured that she already headed in.

"Hey Lilly, I'm here." she called out grabbing a small flower vase that was unoccupied at the moment. Already knowing where Lillianna kept most of her things at and what not Octavia filled the vase half way with water and gently set the flowers into it. "I kind of got ready without out you but I didn't think it would have been a good idea to wander the halls in my underwear while coming over here to get dressed." she added, smirking to herself as she walked over to Lillianna's room, setting the vase down on her little desk.

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ImageRosaline 's room was a tornado of clothing and chaos as she quickly tried to throw together one of her many messy, multicolored ensables. A pair of tights, a nice skirt and some bright orange platforms later and she was dressed for the night. Unfortunately for her she had fallen asleep and naps always mean losing half a day when it comes to her.
She did her makeup quickly, minimally and efficiently and topped off her red head with a pretty flower crown because why not?The more colorful, the more loud, the better. She knew that her roommate, Lloyd had probably already left for the party because he was a meanie that never thought to include her. That was fine though, he knew he'd hear about it later.
Rosaline chuckled as she sent a quick text to him:

"I hope you know how much of a butthole you are for not waking me XP"

She ran out as fast as she could out the door and to the elevator that would take her all the way down to the first floor and onto the street where her bug was waiting for her. She hopped in and drove the short distance to the warehouse where the party would be held and she smiled at the old building. Old things were her favorite.
As she climbed out of the vehicle she stretched her hands and popped her knuckles. Playing the piano as often as she did is pretty hard on the joints and she's had her fair share of cramps. She walked up to the stairs to the floor the party was on and shook out the last of her cramps, they wouldn't bother her tonight. Rosaline didn't take very many opportunities to socialize with her fellow tennants, as she really valued personal time, but when she did she made sure to live it up. She ran up the stairs as quickly as possible as the mantra "latelatelatelatelatelatelatelate" punctuated every step. She finally reached the door and took a deep breath, making sure to straighten her flower crown, and threw open the door. Immediately her eagle eyes settled on the small group in the center and the many people mulling about, all waiting on Mal to rock the stage. She pulled out her phone before moving as sent him a quick text:
"Good Luck sweetie! You'll do great!<3"

She put her phone in her purse and walked up behind Lloyd and leaned her head over his shoulder, "MMMMMHMMMMM"
She laughed and walked around him and smiled to him and everyone,
"Evening everyone! It's a pretty day for a party huh?"

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                        Matthias couldnโ€™t help but be distracted, even as more and more people joined the small group surrounding the host. All of a sudden, a wave of tension washed over him; he seemed to recall why exactly it was he disliked attending parties of any sort. Even among people he knew relatively well, he still felt mildly uncomfortable, and he knew itโ€™d be particularly awful when he was surrounded by strangers.

                        Before the influx of people, there was a wisecrack from Genesis. A comment about his general cooking skill, and likely also about his general snobbiness towards othersโ€™ food. He laughed, a genuine laugh, and opened his mouth to reply, but never got the chance as someone came in with a loud greeting.

                        First came the curly-haired girl from the first floor. He knew her by her gait, always impressed with her casual ease and elegance in basic movement. But theyโ€™d rarely spoken, and the most Matt did was offer a small smile at her appearance.

                        Then it was the latest addition to their hodge-podge of tenants. From overheard conversations, Matt had picked out his name to be Lloyd, but he knew nothing about the man beyond that. Theyโ€™d never spoken, and to be perfectly honest, it was no accident. His presence left Matt with an unsettling feeling deep within his stomach, and Matt tended to listen to his gut instinct. It had rarely steered him wrong, and as always, his motto steered heavily in the direction of โ€œbetter safe than sorry.โ€ He merely nodded when Lloyd greeted him by name and Genesis confirmed it, though Parker had no reservations when it came to him. She dealt with him as she did with any unknown peopleโ€” with a smile and a peppy greeting. He frowned. He always tried to get her to proceed with a little more caution, at the very least, but his lessons rarely held any weight. She continued on her path, striking up conversation where she went, regardless of location or person.

                        More casual conversation ensued, to which Matt wasnโ€™t particularly tuned into. Still, he couldnโ€™t help the frequent glances over his shoulder; the habit was hardwired into him, always wary of crowds and any large swaths of people. He knew heโ€™d make his way to the back wall when Mal began his set, despite the fact that he had been told by the boy that heโ€™d be looking for him in the front row. It was something that simply couldnโ€™t be helped.

                        A bright head of red hair appeared, adding to Mattโ€™s ever increasing discomfort. Heโ€™d never had the chance to get to know her too well either, but he didnโ€™t lament the fact. She came off a child to him, someone difficult to deal with. He had plenty of those sorts in his life already.

                        Time passed faster than he had expected, and then the lights were dimming. He checked his wristwatch. Eight fifteen. Damn. He wanted to get to a wall before the crowd concentrated and made it difficult to maneuver through the throngs of people, so he leaned forward and lightly ruffled Genโ€™s hair, his silent method of saying heโ€™d be leaving their small group, and clapped Parker on the shoulder. With a curt nod to the rest of the people around him, he slid off into the general darkness of the warehouse. Heโ€™d find his way back to Gen and Parker later, after Malโ€™s set was over and done with, but he knew heโ€™d hate the experience of being part of a bouncing audience. Thereโ€™d still be plenty of time for socialization after the set, the party was bound to go on into the early hours of the morning, and Mal wouldnโ€™t be on nearly that long. No, with his back against a surface, he was content enough to wait the hour it would take to listen to the concert. And it helped that he was sure heโ€™d enjoy the boyโ€™s singing as well.

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Character Portrait: Rosaline Mcnamara Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Kadriyan Hassan Character Portrait: Lloyd Lexington Character Portrait: Genesis Carter Character Portrait: Parker Hudson
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ImageKadri watched curiously as the the group slowly began to dissolve into the sea of unfamiliar faces of the other attendees of the 4th of July extravaganza. Matthias retreated to a far corner of the warehouse, seeming almost guard-like as he stood there taking a passive play at experiencing the party. Being the lone wolf wasn't ever really Kadriyan's style, she was always filling her work free time with interesting people and wild shenanigans just for the sheer art of disaster and spontaneity, but she could definitely respect his discipline. If there was nothing else Matthias could provide as a benefit of his companionship, Kadri duly noted that his observant nature and overall temperance was still a virtue worth it's weight in gold.

Llyod on the other hand, who's collected persona rivaled Matthias' own in its own ways made his way to the bar with the intent of a heat seeking missile trained on a crowd of warm bodies. Noted. She thought, not really passing harsh judgement, but making a sharp observation. As the saying goes he who cast the first stone, blah... blah.. blah.. Kadri has always been a hard drinker, even in her more studious and straight-and-narrow high school and college days. Any chance she got to unwind and knock back a drink she took full liberty in her God given right to get shit faced and deal with hungover Kadri in the morning... Well, maybe God-given wasn't the right choice of words for a girl who grew up with a holy book strictly condemning alcohol, but someone's sacred book out there probably celebrated the stuff and that possibility was enough for her to leave the worries in the bottom of each bottle. Keeping her eyes on Llyod a half beat longer she felt a small burst of accomplishment rush over her, even though it was for something so silly. She smirked knowing now with the utmost certainty that there was something utterly off about her neighbor, and more than just an affinity for control. Drinkers are always the same. Yeah, that first shot may be for the hell of it, to let loose, to have fun, but the last drink of the night always tastes poignantly desperate and like the bitters of whatever you're chasing or conversely what's chasing you. Removing her gaze from the boy and refocusing on the lot that stood before her made up of Genesis, Parker and Rose she smiled politely.

"I hope you ladies don't mind if I step away for a sec to help myself to a drink. You're all welcome to come of course, I'll even mix something special for everyone if you think you can handle it. I'm always happy to introduce friends to some interesting liquor, it's always more fun to get drunk in style." She said with a chuckle and raised eyebrows hoping the girls would join her in traversing the dangerously slippery slope that was alcohol masked almost completely by the taste of syrups and fruit juices. Over the years Kadri found that maintaining a light buzz with mixed drinks always seemed to be possible in the beginning but without fail five minutes in you're wondering how the it all crept up on you so fast. By the end of the set Kadri intended to be thoroughly blown away and completely carefree enough to party until the wee morning hours regardless of her early morning rehearsal for work the following day. Hearing the instrumentals carry through out the space that would be greeted by Mal's voice any second she awaited their replies.

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Genesis was so happy that everyone was enjoying themselves. More people were filing into the warehouse. Everyone was mingling, laughing, and more important drinking the very expensive alcohol. There was some doubt in her mind that this party was not going to go the way that she wanted. She did not think anyone was going to have a good time and that Mal would be too nervous to play. But so far, people have just complimented party planning skills and just could not wait for her best friend to start singing. Gen couldnโ€™t wait either. "You have an incredibly fine selection of drinks, Ms Carter. How did you manage to get your hands on any of this?" If only everyone knew. She begged and went one a whole bunch of dates to get alcohol like this. And it wasnโ€™t even the best. If Gen followed through on her nightcaps, they would have been drinking something high end. โ€Youโ€™d be amazed what you can get for being nice.โ€ She said, before taking a sip from her cup.

After what felt like forever, Mal was setting up to perform. People were starting crowd around the stage. The mini group she was a part of was now focused on the stage. Matthias on the other hand was looking for a way out of the crowd. Genesis knew that he wasnโ€™t going to engage much in the party. After the performance, she would grab Parker and then go keep him company. He was one of her best friends and crush so she wasnโ€™t going to leave him to be by himself. Gen fixed her ruffled hair as Matt walked away. Her full attention was now on Malcolmโ€™s set. Time seemed to have flown by so fast. Before she knew it, Mal was finished. Genesis clapped loudly and cheered for him. Some people in the front row called for encore. Malcolm, as usual, humbly took himself backstage. Genesis always thought he should bask in all of his glory, but that was never going to happen.

Genesis pulled out her phone to play her Spotify Playlist. Her speakers were bluetooth so that she could carry her phone on her. And she only had one performer and he was done for now. Looking around, she spotted Matthias on the back wall. โ€Parker come. Matt is being a loner again.โ€ She said linking arms with that gal. Genesis pulled her over to their mutual friend. โ€Did either of you eat?โ€ She asked, when she was close enough to Matt. โ€I will not take responsibility if either of you starve.โ€ She teased. Genesis did want them to eat and drink though.

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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Rosaline Mcnamara Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis Character Portrait: Kadriyan Hassan Character Portrait: Genesis Carter Character Portrait: Parker Hudson
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ImageKadri watched as Genesis and Parker, hand in hand made there was across the floor and over to the corner where Matthias stood for the length of Mal's performance taking in what everyone expected to be an absolutely breathtaking display. Kadri was more enthralled by Mal than she even imagined she would be, and was surely not disappointed. She made note to speak to him about buying a CD to keep in her apartment to prance around to on her days off and lazy Saturday mornings. He was talented, and that was without a doubt.

Redirecting herself from the stage and to the dance floor he she noticed before her now stood only Rose who she wasn't very familiar with but would be happy to drink with if the offer enticed her. However greeted by the thumping bass line of One Dance by Drake blaring throughout the warehouse and the look on Rose's face the springy haired brunette could tell her request had been lost in the cacophony of sounds around them so she smiled politely at the girl and gestured to the bar before mumbling a quick adieu and finally headed on her merry way to get up to no good all by her lonesome. With giddy anticipation Kadriyan too a look at the selection whilst raising her eyebrow, instantly accepting the challenge of the wide spread. Kadri reached for the clear plastic cup at the end of the table and filled it with a bit of ice, just enough to cover the bottom. She hated nothing more than watered down alcohol, but in this heat pouring a drink without ice wasn't an enticing option.

Scanning the table like a spy would scan the crowd for his target Kadri set her sights on the Russian Standard vodka lined up next to other more notable but less potent brands, next she spoted the Kahlua and lastly garnered the Irish cream. Kadriyan poured 2 ounces the vodka and Kahlua first, watching as the ice rose to the top and topped it off with an ounce of irish cream over the ice for a touch of sweetness. This was one of her favorite drinks as it reminded her of her youth in NYC. As a preteen she could remember watching as the Starbucks franchise took over every block in Manhattan like a wildfire. At first she would roll her eyes jadely and scoff at the place, because that's what seasoned New Yorkers did. It was practically sin to pledge allegiance to a artisan cup of coffee over the brew made in your local bodega or the grungy cart on the corner. That was until curiosity killed the cat so to speak but one sip of the 5 dollar house blend and satisfaction brought her right on back. Nothing made her happier than visiting the hipster haven to get her over priced coffee fix, and now as an adult Kadri has upgraded to something similar but a whole lot stronger and that was her signature drink The White Russian made up of her favorite liquor, Kahlua, a coffee flavored spirit with vodka and a touch of irish cream to satisfy her sweettooth. With her drink in hand she proudly took a sip and scanned the room for any sign of Malcom.

Swaying her hips to the song and humming lightly in between sips Kadri scanned the place a couple times over before finally finding the virtuoso. It was needless to say the place was absolutely packed and practically jumping from all the good vibes and drunken dancers jiving around. Kadri waved him down as she made her way through the crowd, she wasn't really sure if he'd seen her or not being that his gaze and movements were notably all over the place which seemed to her like the blissful climax of a buzz about to go south if nursed with anymore liquor. She giggled at his giddiness on the way and when she finally reached him flashed a bright smile and offered him a congratulatory hug and afterwards turned and waved at Luca.

"I'm Kadriyan! Nice to meet you!" She said, giving him a quick appraisal before turning her attention back to Mal. He was a looker that was for sure, and a trendy dresser to boot. He also seemed to be really close to Mal so she logged that as a good sign as well, and resigned to get to know him better before the night came to a close. It was her mission above practically all things to create a friend group in Seattle, she knew it would be key to her survival and happiness if she was going to be so far away from home.

"You were amazing up there, I am so in love with your sound! I am going to need a copy of your album to play in the dressing room for the girls at the club, they're going to love it!" Kadri said as she patted his arm in a playful way and spoke each syllable with a extra ounce of earnestness. She knew that he probably had heard it all a thousand times before but when it came to artists and their craft she took it really personally to encourage them all she could because she knew that could make the ultimate difference between breaking the mold and shrinking away in a cookie cutter image society has of you like she did for most of her life.

"Oh, and I got you something. I hope you don't mind... it's kind of lame and I meant to give it to you before you got up there and did your thing, but still, I hope you like it. Kadri rambled as she removed the tiny silver bag from her purse and presented it too him, nervously awaiting his appraisal of it.

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Character Portrait: Luca Griffiths Character Portrait: Rosaline Mcnamara Character Portrait: Matthias Ford Character Portrait: Malcolm Lewis Character Portrait: Kadriyan Hassan Character Portrait: Macy Vandover Character Portrait: Lloyd Lexington Character Portrait: Lillianna Vera del Claire Character Portrait: Genesis Carter Character Portrait: Bittor Cecilio Grimaldo Character Portrait: Dana Wren Song Character Portrait: Holden James Character Portrait: Parker Hudson Character Portrait: Octavia Castor
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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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