|
Post by Sherk on Dec 28, 2016 21:58:51 GMT -5
OOC: Oh no.
God have pity on Holmes' roomie.
Let's start. :3
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 22:04:57 GMT -5
Eve smiled widely as she waited for the elevator, newspaper ad in hand, her earbuds blasting the title song of Rent. She couldn't help herself, this was just so exciting. Her wild red hair was a curly mess today and in an attempt to tame the mane she wore a knitted black beanie. Tapping her combat boots impatiently,for the elevator still hadn't reached the first floor, she groaned before grumbling in Gaelic, her mother's native tongue.
|
|
|
Post by Bloodrose on Dec 28, 2016 22:06:45 GMT -5
Cain had always been a lover of the arts. He hailed from a family where both parents were pairs-ice skaters, and had early-on adopted the sport himself, as a singles. He'd later in life discovered that he could sing, and avidly began to study and invest all of his time into music and dancing. Right now he was on his way to start his next milestone, and he was eager to begin studying to learn more on being a musician- it was all well and good being able to work a microphone and belt a few notes, but if you didn't know the ins-and-outs, well, you were stuffed.
He gripped the handles of his motorbike tightly as he sped down the highway, heart threatening to beat out of his chest, both with anxiety and excitement. He'd never really been the kind of person to put himself... out there socially, so moving into a shared suite was going to be a brand new, and entirely terrifying experience. He swung into the correct area and parked up his bike, hands shaking as he removed his helmet and shook out his silky white hair. He could easily be mistaken as a woman from a distance. He buckled down his helmet and pulled his small suitcase from the back of his bike, nervously looking up at the apartment complex and sucking in a deep breath for confidence, his legs suddenly feeling like jelly. He wasn't entirely sure he was going to be able to do this. He almost got back on the bike and went home.
He ran a trembling hand through his hair and took a few more calming breaths, before he approached the complex and walked inside, glancing momentarily towards a woman waiting for the lift. He felt an immediate stab of panic at already having to have a possible social interaction, and looked towards the stairs, wondering whether he should just make a break for it and exercise his legs for a couple of flights.
|
|
|
|
Post by intentional on Dec 28, 2016 22:11:52 GMT -5
hahahAHHAHA prepare to be poked in the name for science by the pre-med student hehehehe
writing my starter now ]
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 22:16:34 GMT -5
Sensing someone was near her, Eve pulled out her earbuds and stuffed her phone in her carry on bag, her suitcase sitting beside her. Looking around she spotted a boy her age walk in and she smiled before quickly composing herself and pretending she hadn't seen him approach. After waiting a full minute, she cleared her throat.
"You must be one of those bloody health nuts." She said, briefly glancing at the boy who was gazing longingly at the stairs. "You couldn't pay me to even go up one flight, I've been on my feet all day. Who would have thought a chorus elective would make you do football conditioning on the first day? The teacher was mad, blabbering on about how it would build endurance, doing sprints while singing."
Laughing softly, she noticed the boy seemed a bit frightened and quickly her expression turned apologetic. "Oh forgive me, I tend to talk a lot. I haven't decided whether I should blame it on the mother or the degree. I'm majoring performing arts. Name's Genevieve, friends tend to just call me Eve cause the full name's a mouthful."
|
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 22:20:35 GMT -5
I try )
|
|
|
Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 28, 2016 22:21:41 GMT -5
(I'm sorry, but Eve made me laugh x3)
A short figure walked into the building, looking around after pulling up in his silver truck. He saw two people at the lift waiting, and raised a brow. Unlike Cain, who was still thinking, Theodore headed straight for the stairs, not wanting to be talking with others just yet. He was that blessed individual who could run up stairs without passing out and dying. Teddy just wanted to get settled in and back to being lazy. Even though he was given scholarships and such, and stud grades produced, he was lazy as you know what. Able to memorize things in one sitting, he didn't need to work hard.
Grumbling, his curls bobbed a little as he worked to get upstairs, carrying his belongings. He'd lived in complexes such as this before, so he wasn't super excited. However, he was curious to see what people would be moving in as well. He sure hoped they wouldn't be junkies or idiots or other. That would be a problem, for them instead of him. Finally reaching his destination, Teddy soon found himself nosing around the large housing area, poking around the rooms to find the right one. Even though they weren't exactly different. Sighing, he finally picked a room and went inside, setting his many backpacks and suitcase down. And he still had to pick some things up from his parent's house. Walking back out of the room, he just began taking his own look around again. The place obviously housed a great number of people. Once again trailing back to his room, he saw fit in unpacking his things. The quicker he did so, the quicker he could feel comfortable. Maybe even take a look around the city and get something to eat.
As he unpacked, Theodore was quiet. If he was quiet and looked like he didn't want to talk, it usually warded people off. When he wanted to talk, or even try that rare attempt of making friends, he would do so. On his own time.
|
|
|
Post by Bloodrose on Dec 28, 2016 22:22:35 GMT -5
((Omg I love her already!!))
Cain felt a little taken aback when she began to speak to him, a deep blush on his cheeks. 'I- I uhm..' he stammered, but stopped when she told him her major. He seemed to lose a little of his uncertainty, and offered her a shy and nervous smile. 'I'm C-Cain.' He said. 'I'm studying Music.' He stepped forwards and held out his hand to shake. 'And I'm n-not really a health... nut?' He curiously repeated her phrase, wondering what it meant. 'I just... this is going to sound ridiculously stupid, considering what I'm doing- I don't really do well with other people.' He said, laughing softly and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. 'It's nice to meet you, Eve.'
|
|
|
Post by 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕟 ❊ on Dec 28, 2016 22:23:20 GMT -5
[ dalmatian - penelopi "penni" monarch "A well-bred Dal is stable and outgoing, dignified but never shy." twenty - - criminal law Penelopi Monarch stands proudly at 5'6.5", built out of slightly tanned, lean limbs, nice curves, and a pretty face. Rich, dark brown hair tumbles down her back in waves. It's often straightened for class (she claims it's more 'professional'), but otherwise she enjoys pinning it up in complicated styles and braids. Underneath perfectly arched eyebrows are vibrant, light hazel orbs, framed with thick lashes that are constantly coated in mascara. She's striking, and she knows it. Penni isn't shy when it comes to acknowledging her looks, privilege, or attitude. Throughout her life all three have been brought to her attention, over and over and over again. As a child she realized that daddy's bank account was never going to have enough zeros to buy her friends, and slowly worked her way through an attitude adjustment. Mrs.Monarch feared that her daughter wold turn out to be a spoiled brat, and sought to stamp out the entitlement early on. She did a fair job, molding her daughter into a kind, well mannered girl. She was little stiff, but she was grateful and sweet, so her parents stayed happy. In 6th Grade, Penni had secured herself a seat at the 'cool table'. By 7th Grade, she realized she'd have to ditch the 'church girl' attitude if she wanted to keep a hold on her spot. Come 8th Grade, and she found herself at the head of it. 8th Grade was also the year of boys b o y s boys. In 10th Grade, bored of all the boys at school, minus that especially handsome senior, (alas, he was taken. and loyal) she found herself falling in like with a blonde in her chemistry class. It took her a year to sort things out, but by the time 11th Grade rolled around Penelopi found her head chanting boys girls boys g i r l s girls. The school took it fairly well, (After all, she was Penelopi Monarch.) though their eagerness to accept her word as gospel did little to quench her ego. She was far from the girl her mother had wished to raise, reinventing herself almost entirely after her childhood teachings were found unfavorable by other children. Her social status began to spark a rich, 'treatmelikeroyalty'mindset. She'd found herself depending on her father's checkbook more than ever, and she'd discovered a bossy/assertive side within her. Of course Penni hadn't turned into a monster. She'd kept the underlying kindness and was still hilariously witty. (albeit the sweetness seemed to mix with sweet-talking and her jokes sometimes came at the expense of others) In her head, she figured the good traits canceled out the bad ones. Manipulation could be erased with her fierce loyalty and love for her friends. Endless nights of partying didn't matter if she was acing tests with a brilliant mind. Penelopi didn't see the problem, but her mother saw it as the end of the world. Senior year, her mom put an 'attitude-adjustment' plan into action, threatening to cut Penni out of the college fund it she dared disagree. Mrs.Monarch worked to refine her daughter, trying to sand the rough edges off the heir of the Monarch name. (if she gets married, she'll keep her last name. screw tradition) Slowly, Penni's begun to work backwards, especially when she realized that the college social-scene is extremely different from high-school's. Her party days are over (mom's orders) now that she's trying to protect her image, and she's been working on 'playing-nice' with strangers. She's still learning how biting her tongue when her snappy opinions are not welcomed, and toning down the princessy mindset, but there's still a lot of progress to be proud of.
fc: pheobe tonkin [ 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕟 ❊ ]
(sorry that took so long! i had to disappear for a bit to get some work done)
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 22:27:37 GMT -5
Taking his larger hand, she happily shook it and returned his smile. "Music? That's wonderful. I myself tend to dabble, I've dreamed of being on Broadway since I moved to the states though I doubt anyone could understand me with this bloody Irish accent. You can understand me can't you?" Shaking her head she muttered, "Oh never mind, it doesn't matter it's far too late to change my major."
The elevator then dinged and she let out a cheer, grabbing her duffel bag, purse and suitcase before rushing into the lift.
|
|
|
|
Post by 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕟 ❊ on Dec 28, 2016 22:30:32 GMT -5
thank ya! ^^ i'll try and get a starter up soon
|
|
|
Post by intentional on Dec 28, 2016 22:32:21 GMT -5
penni is a beaaaaaaaaaaaaaast hahha love her ]
|
|
|
Post by Bloodrose on Dec 28, 2016 22:32:36 GMT -5
Cain found himself liking this girl as he followed her into the lift. 'Yes, I can understand you; my ma is Japanese, my pa is Italian, he has a friend who is Irish, and his friends husband is French.' He told her, laughing quietly. 'Accents don't really surprise me anymore.' He examined her with a wide smile. 'You want to try for broadway? That would be wonderful. Right now I... im not sure. I just want to write and sing, I suppose.' He blushed nervously. 'I still get scared when I'm on the stage to sing.'
|
|
|
|
Post by intentional on Dec 28, 2016 22:36:03 GMT -5
Spencer had risen early to pack what little he owned. He didn’t own much and preferred a simple lifestyle. He was moving into an apartment for this school year, which would be his junior year in college. This year was bound to be his most stressful year as a pre-med major, but medicine was something he was passionate about so he didn’t mind the stress. He dressed himself sharply, but comfortable enough to move boxes up and down the flights of stairs. He put on a pair of beige pants, a pair of black sneakers, a tank top and a loose-fitting gray long sleeve and rolled the sleeves a bit past his elbows. His hair was untamed, and he pushed it back in an attempt to control it.
He moved the boxes into the backseat of his car and grabbed the rest of his things, throwing them in the car as well. He then situated himself in the driver’s seat and drove to the new suite. He parked at a spot nearby the entrance so he can come and go from the car. He’d brought his human anatomy mannequin that was stored in his trunk. He’d wondered if it was too weird to bring it into the suite, but he was a pre-med major, and people knew somewhat what the human body looked like on the inside anyways, so Spencer brought it, along with a skeleton model. Junior year included a lot of material and studying, and these tools helped him through his first two years, and they were going to stick with him forever.
He would unpack that last, as to not freak anyone else that may pass by, and he grabbed the ‘normal’ boxes and began to move them inside. He hoped his neighbors would be nice and wouldn’t mind him and his scientific antics.
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 22:39:51 GMT -5
"I'm sure you're a lovely singer Cain," she smiled studying the rather quiet boy and her eyes widened when he mentioned stage fright. "Stage fright is a horrible thing, it happens to the best of us. I've never suffered such a horrible thing, probably because I view being on stage the greatest way to express yourself. Its not one on one, it you to hundreds of people, and even if you mess up or make a mistake, they'll never know. In real life, you trip and people are concerned and hurry to fix your mess up. Out there, you're strong enough to pick yourself up, be your own person." Pressing the floor she needed she took a deep breath and asked, "What floor, Cain?"
|
|
|
Post by Bloodrose on Dec 28, 2016 22:45:45 GMT -5
Cain listened to her, looking a little bewitched by the words that she spoke to him, which resonated deep inside; he suddenly found himself wishing he could hold himself with the same confidence and courage that she seemed to. He looked at the button she pressed, and curiously blinked. '...that one.' He told her, looking back at her, wondering if she was going to be one of his new roommates. He really hoped so; she already seemed like she'd be a great friend to have. He uncomfortably shifted his suitcase to his other hand as it was heavy- probably due to his laptop and ice skates.
|
|
scar
talk about bb with me
|
Post by scar on Dec 28, 2016 22:53:25 GMT -5
The day was finally here, move in day. Now who would be excited about lugging heavy items up the stairs only for them to sit in a messy clump on the floor until one had enough energy to arrange everything nicely? It was quite the stressful and tiresome endeavor. Why would anyone look forward to such a bothersome experience? One Miss Olivia Harper couldn't be more excited to do all the heavy lifting and arranging of furniture if it meant she was finally out of those damn dorms! No more communal showers for this lass! A proper bathroom with a bathtub and everything awaited the twenty-one year old. Sure, she'd be sharing with a number of other people still, but it wasn't the same. This bathroom was more personal, not like those grubby stalls for showers and toilets. Ah, this was a new beginning--a new bathroom beginning--for the raven-haired gal.
The twenty-one year old maneuvered her little black bug into a parking space, careful to remain within the lines so as not to invite unwanted jokes at her expense--she did her best to steer pun intended clear of the "Asians can't drive" jabs. Once the car was put into park and the engine killed, the lass pushed open the door, letting her converse-covered feet find the pavement. She let the door slam behind her, grabbed a few boxes from the trunk and moved toward the building, taking in her surroundings through curious, narrowed eyes.
The boxes stacked one on top of another blocked her line of sight, so Ollie did her best to feel around with her foot before taking a few cautious steps forward. Okay, maybe not her best plan, but this would speed up the moving process, right? Well, Olivia liked to think so and she had committed, so there was no way she could let herself down and carry only one at a time, even if it would make her life a whole lot easier. That was one thing to note about Miss Harper; once she maked up her mind about something, there was no changing it, even if she knew that it would be in her best interest to relent.
Slowly but surely, she made it to the door, turning so that she could push it open with her back. When a handle poked into her back, she allowed an exasperated sigh escape her lips. "You've got to be kidding me," she grumbled as the realized the door was a pull and not a push. Steeling herself, she turned once more and did an awkward squat of sorts, attempting to get her hand hear the door handle. "C'mon... C'mooon..." she muttered to herself, sticking her tongue out in concentration. But it was all to no avail.
An irritated grimace worked its way onto her face as she stared at the door. If looks could kill and door handles could be killed... The staring contest continued until the sound of footsteps grew louder behind her. Ripping her muddy brown gaze away from the door, allowing the handle to win this battle, Ollie's turned her head to search for whoever was approaching. The movement prompted the top box to begin sliding, and the lass quickly moved to rebalance it, focus torn from the approaching Spencer Wrey. "Oh, sh-t," she cursed, barely keeping the box steady.
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 22:55:51 GMT -5
Her smile grew wider and she looked at his bags before glancing down at her own. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head and realizing her new friend was a man of few words, she offered him the newspaper ad, silently asking if he could possibly be one of her new roommates. Of course, she decided before getting into the lift with him that she'd stick around him, both to befriend him and see where the wind would carry him, she saw potential in him and was determined to give him some of her excess courage.
|
|
|
Post by Bloodrose on Dec 28, 2016 23:01:41 GMT -5
Cain accepted the newspaper and looking down at the ad, before a handsome grin broke out on his face. 'Man, I've got to deal with your heart-wrenching speeches for the remainder of my course?' He jokingly said, handing it back to her, secretly overjoyed that he'd already befriended one of his roommates. success! 'This should be fun.' He added, his anxiety haven melted away from him now.
|
|
|
|
Post by torr on Dec 28, 2016 23:05:35 GMT -5
omg look at you guys go
quick question: is the apartment furnished already or do they have to bring their own beds/sofas/etc? lol
|
|
|
Post by 𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕟 ❊ on Dec 28, 2016 23:06:51 GMT -5
Her mother had left her, again, ordering her to fend for herself. And she was being forced to take the stairs.
Mrs.Monarch informed the boys in the lobby that they were not to help her daughter with her luggage, no matter how many times she batted her eyes. She even insisted on standing in the doorway, watching her daughter struggle as Penni had dragged every single heavy, bulking suitcase to the bottom of the staircase Her mother was nothing if not thorough. And she wondered where Penelopi got the attitude from....
By the time the metal door closed shut, Penni was well on her way to breaking out into a sweat. Any more strenuous activity and she was sure she'd faint. Honestly, The least her mother could have done was hold her purse, seeing as this was all her fault in the first place. Part of their 'agreement' included a roommate, or in this case, nine. Her mother had made quick work of selling their apartment in the city, insisting that her car would be next if she didn't stop the fuss. Penni had even tried calling her father, but his response, as always, was "my hands are tied." She'd come to realize this meant, 'no one messes with you mom'. Yeah, Penelopi had an endless respect for her mothers spirit and fire, but right now she was really hoping for some empathy. As her eyes trailed up the steps, she began to question how she was going to get the seven bags up the flights of stairs without her whole face of makeup melting off. Call her a snob, but Penni preferred to meet the people she'd be living with for the next year looking good. What kind of impression was she making if she walked in panting, sweaty, and with her hair going every-which way?
Penni began to think. Perhaps her mother had left already, and she could hop into the elevator? Or maybe she could grab a boy from the lobby? With her persuasion skills, she was sure she could get one of them to crack. Then again, if her mother hadn't departed by now, there would be a lot of yelling. Not fun. She let out a frustrated sigh, realizing with dismay that she wasn't going to be able to worm her way out of this one. Grumbling under her breath, she gathered the duffel bag under her arm and took the smallest suitcase in her hand, before beginning her trek up the stairs. Where were her roommates when she needed them?
|
|
|
Post by Smokey Feather on Dec 28, 2016 23:06:52 GMT -5
(Are there any free characters? I'm waiting for someone to come across Teddy ;_;)
|
|
|
Post by liz on Dec 28, 2016 23:07:55 GMT -5
Gasping, she clutched her chest as if in pain and said, "Oh how will you survive?" Laughing, she smiled at him and took the paper back, ecstatic to have made him smile, and what a beautiful smile it was. Grabbing a silver sharpie from her back pocket, she quickly wrote down 'smile' and let out a cheer as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. "Let's go roomie!"
|
|
|
Post by intentional on Dec 28, 2016 23:08:53 GMT -5
Spencer had already made a few trips in and out of the suite and had seen another car parked in the spot near him. It was a small black bug, befitting to the woman who was driving it. He grinned to himself at the corny jokes he was making to himself as he grabbed the last of his boxes as well as his anatomical model from the car. After this set, he was done moving in, and thank heavens for that.
He was a bit behind the girl that had driven in later than him, and from behind, he could see that she was tall, but still quite shorter than him. And she was carrying boxes that covered her line of sight, but she was moving fairly well. As he was moving his boxes, he was interrupted by a routine call from his mother, whom was inquiring about his move-in experience. The conversation was short but fulfilled its purpose, and Spencer continued on to the suite.
He saw the woman again, and this time, the boxes looked like they were about to tumble. He quickly set his things down to catch the top box that was falling from the top, as his ears caught a curse word as the woman went to rebalance herself. Thankfully he caught it, and he peered up from the ground to the woman with jet black hair and brown eyes.
“I’ve gotcha.” Spencer spoke, the slang sounding odd in his English accent. He rose from the floor to his proper height as he added her box to his measly two boxes. “Do you want to trade? I can carry your six boxes and you can carry my two?” He offered, as the gentleman he was. If she were to carry her boxes by herself, no doubt they would continue falling. And he was almost done anyways; might as well help a few people out.
|
|
|