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My gallery · by **borahae.** » Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:29 am

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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒
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I N T R O D U C T I O N ! !xx
You have just finished up your college years, and whatever your situation may be, you have decided to move to the Big Apple. Maybe you grew up here, or spent the past few years studying at NYU or Columbia; or maybe- just like everyone else- you wanted to pursue your dreams of fame and fortune.
Either way, you ended up here, in the city that never sleeps. And things aren't going to be as easy as you had hoped.

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My gallery · by **borahae.** » Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:46 am

𝐑 𝐔 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 ! !
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→ all CS rules apply !
→ while this isn't semi-lit, there is a minimum of 3 sentences !
→ try to stay active; I am very understanding of busy schedules, though !
→ keep all signatures off on posts !
→ post all forms on the discussion thread !
→ always be kind, considerate, and caring to others !
( as they say; hate the character, not the person )
→ try to include all characters !
( don't leave any characters hanging ! )
→ pm me for reservations !
→ drama, friendships, and relationships are strongly encouraged !
→ diverse characters and diverse story lines are what keep this interesting;
be as creative as you like !
→ character ages should be somewhere between 20 and 30 !
( though, depending on the case, I would be willing to adjust this )
→ last but not least, have fun !
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My gallery · by **borahae.** » Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:50 am

Elliot Frederick Ramadan: twenty-two → cismale → homosexual → singer
Giancarlo de la Vega: twenty-five → genderqueer → homosexual → scientist
Nieves Simon-Santos: twenty-two → agender → androsexual → socialite
Tessa Stern: twenty-four → cisfemale → heterosexual → designer
Cartia-Leonette Esposito: twenty-four → cisfemale → bisexual → law firm associate
Laurence Velaquez: twenty-three → cismale → heterosexual → model
Rome Metcalf: twenty-two → cismale → homosexual → cook
Archer Ford McAllister: twenty-six → cismale → closeted homosexual → detective
Felix Riddle: twenty-three → cismale → bisexual → accountant
Geneva Abrahamson: twenty-four → cisfemale → bisexual → writer/author
Celestia Spencer Woodrun: twenty → cisfemale → heterosexual → actress
Jocelyn Colbert: twenty-three → cisfemale → heterosexual → waitress
Rin Song: twenty-one → cismale → bisexual → music producer

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Elliot likes Giancarlo
Giancarlo likes Elliot
_____ likes _____
_____ likes _____

Elliot and Tessa are Best Friends
Tessa and Rome are Good Friends
Elliot and Rome are Good Friends
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My gallery · by **borahae.** » Wed Jan 16, 2019 11:56 am

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Day: July 17 | Location: New York City | Time of Day: ☼/☾
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My gallery · by **borahae.** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 2:34 pm

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singer • cismale • twenty-two • homosexual • location: the bar • tags: rome, giancarlo

performing

Count me in for a hot meal, my darling. I'm starving <33

exciting

My gallery · by **pereyra** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 4:50 pm

▕ GIANCARLO DE LA VEGA

pronouns he/him or they/them location the bar tagging elliot

bars weren't exactly giancarlo's favourite place in the world. far from it; he preferred to isolate himself with his work, and he saved getting wasted surrounded by strangers for days when he particularly hated either himself or his job. lately, though, he'd taken to this particular hole in the wall, and he had found himself stopping by more and more often. it had nothing to do with the atmosphere of the place- or the watered down liquor- and everything to do with the singer there. he was a strange, flamboyant thing with an eccentric style that made giancarlo himself feel slightly better about his ratty jeans and oversized lab coat. at least he wasn't wearing what appeared to be a fur trimmed suit jacket.

the more he thought about the fact he was frequenting this bar just to watch a man sing, the weirder that felt, so giancarlo tried not to think about it and instead downed what was either his third or seventh shot- he'd lost count after he'd stopped having to order from the bartender and she'd just started refilling his glass with a sympathetic smile. it felt a little tragic, but at least she'd had the courtesy to not ask what a gal like him was doing in a place like this, so giancarlo didn't mind too much. he set his glass back on the counter, looking up just in time to make eye contact with the singer he'd been coming to watch. the man smiled slightly at him and shifted to cross his legs, and if giancarlo was anyone else, the gesture might have come off as flirtatious. carlo tried not to read too much into it, though- because there was no way a guy like him was interested in a lady like giancarlo.

either way, it had looked like an invitation- and with a sudden bravery that giancarlo didn't usually possess in social situations (maybe he had drank more than he'd thought? that must be it.) giancarlo got up from the bar stool he was sitting at and made his way to the man's table. he leaned against the chair opposite the singer's, offering a fox-like grin and a hand with horribly chipped nail polish. "i'm giancarlo. mind if i buy you a drink?"

My gallery · by **Gvvdgrief** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 5:17 pm

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Twenty-two years. / Cis-male. / Gay. / Neutral. / Tags: Elliot. / Local cook.

Rome, as he was doing nearly every night, was carrying the weight of the entire restaurant on his shoulders. While the place he worked was visually very lavish and nice, the management was horrendous and so, as he was used to, Rome was stuck doing more than just simply cooking. He was waiting tables, acting as a host, and the entertainment all in one (the entertainment was more his choice than anyone else's though.) With them being understaffed since... well, ever, Rome had more responsibility and social interaction than he had ever signed up for. That being said, he did take advantage of this, what with giving people free meals or just simply eating them himself. He was pretty sure that was the only reason he was still working at this location.

Just as he was finishing a few final details of a dish he had been working on, He felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. Rome wiped the rim of the plate, ensuring it was as presentable as it possibly could be, before taking it out to the customer who had ordered it. He told her to enjoy her meal, just as he always did, and returned to the kitchen. Everything he did was pretty robotic, and not to mention tiring. He leaned against the counter but quickly sprang back up as he felt a cool, wet sensation on his lower back. With a sigh, he looked at the counter that sported a large smear of pasta sauce across the edge of the counter, and now along his back as well. He huffed, annoyed, and took his phone from his back pocket, deciding to check the message he received to distract from the fact he had pasta sauce all over his back now.

A smile crossed his face as he saw who it was from- his friend, Elliot, who let him know he'd be coming by later. He smiled and wiped his hands on his apron so he didn't transfer anything to his phone, and replied simply, The usual I'm assuming, dahhhling? and while chuckling a little at his own humor, sent the text before shutting his phone off and stowing back into his pocket. He took the nearest rag, haphazardly tried to wipe the stain from his clothes the best he could, and wiped off the counter before tossing it aside. At least Elliot would be by later, that gave him something to look forward to.

My gallery · by **peppersdots** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 6:21 pm

24 years ⋗ designer & artist ⋗ home ⋗ tagged; rome
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a heavy sigh slipped from her lips as she pulled her head down into her hands, pressing the heel of her palms into her eye sockets and rubbing her tired eyes. tessa had been working on this skirt for two hours now, and no matter what she tried, the pleats just wouldn't fall right. with a frustrated grunt, she ran her hands over her face quickly, the little callouses on her fingertips rough against her cheeks. letting out another sigh, she turned and let her gaze fall on her phone.

opening a text message, she typed as quickly as her fingers could fly. you working tonight? mind if i come by? xo she sent to rome, hoping that he would reply. in the back of her mind she knew that if he was working he might not reply, and if he was busy he wouldn't reply. in all honesty, if she wanted to see her friend tonight, the easiest way to do so would be just to go down to the restaurant and meet him.

she looked at her phone again to check the time, wincing when she realized that she had missed elliot's performance again. it was getting hard to keep up with everything. the temp work was filling her days more lately than she would have liked. her art was falling by the side and so was her social life. she tried, desperately, to keep in touch with her friends and she had promised elliot she would make it to at least one of his shows this week. she felt like an utterly awful friend, and between the stress from that, work and this stupid skirt, tessa was feeling the pressure no doubt.

another heavy sigh escaped her lips and she nodded to herself once more. she stood and grabbed her purse, her jacket and her boots, pausing only long enough to pull on the latter two and lock her apartment door as she headed out to the restaurant in hopes of finding rome or at the very least finding something to get her mind off of everything. her walk to the restaurant was fairly short and it was a nice evening, so when she walked in she had a smile on her face. "hey is rome around?" she asked, leaning on the hostesses stand a little, earning a few strange looks from patrons.

My gallery · by **landogate** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:34 pm

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( twenty-four ) ( law firm associate ) ( bisexual ) ( location ━ street vendor ) ( tags ━ open )

━━ CARTIA downed the shot in front of her. she winced afterward like she always did. the music was pumping now that the star of the night had exited the stage and people seemed to move like half-alive zombies that took breaks sporadically in order to get some sustenance back into their sweaty bodies. cartia didn't yet feel drowsy or tipsy - she just needed some kind of break, and three cups of coffee weren't going to cut it this time. she wanted to head back into her cubicle before the night truly began, so she wouldn't be dragged into new york's party life.

GETTING some breathing room from the stuffy four walls of the first year associates room, cartia was still wearing what she wore for work. her pale blue blouse looked disheveled. her cuffs were pulled to her elbows and unbuttoned. she also wore a slim black pencil skirt. her legs were bare as the right one crossed over the left, sipping from a pre-ordered martini. her right foot moved to the beat, the black pump threatening to fall off. leaving the martini unfinished she slipped a tip under the flat bottom of the glass. hopping down from the chair she moved silently through the crowd, her time in the nightlife was over and it was time to return to her firm.

HER purse clung to her torso as she exited the scene. she stepped away from the disgruntled group that lined the edge of the building, and onto the curb where she could hail down a taxi. after numerous attempts, she finally snagged one and slipped inside, giving the address of her workplace to the driver. sitting back into the seat, cartia watched as the nightlife of nyc bustled. after a few turns and stops, cartia was close enough to the firm where she could exit the cab. after paying and gathering her things, she walked calmly from the cab and stopped by one of the vendors that lined the streets of the city. there were two, one was a coffee stand that usually was still open around the time cartia-leonette would finally finish her hours and the other was a mixed food van. opting for the food rather than the coffee, she stepped forward and ordered a slouvaki. it'd b enough to get her through the last of her research for an upcoming pro-bono case - and more importantly serve as dinner.

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( twenty-three ) ( model ) ( heterosexual ) ( location ━ outside the bar ) ( tags ━ open )

━━ LAURENCE stood with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. he'd been promised entry by one of his photographers to this new bar, and waiting in line was not his forte. he huffed and puffed until he was semi-close to the entry-point for this bar. was it even worth it at this point? probably not. he could be anywhere else and he'd attract attention. in his justification, laurence scoffed. the place probably was dingy on the inside anyway. he fiddled with his shirt, keeping the top button undone leaving his upper chest exposed. a slim gold necklace hung from his neck. his shirt black, and the jacket that laid over top was a deep red and puffed out on the shoulders. he'd received the jacket from an indie brand in nyc, and after taking a liking to it, he'd worn it numerous times to outings.

PULLING up his phone he checked for any messages. none. everyone else seemed either too engrossed in their work, or partying in the opposite corners of the city. unfortunate for laurence. he'd have to party alone tonight. the bright white light of his screen attracted unhappy looks from others in the line. he didn't make a move to change his screen brightness as they turned away. his email's were flooded again. brand offers from all over the country attempted to contact him - many of those emails never saw the light of day.

LAURENCE began to grow impatient. he was well known enough wasn't he? he could probably just walk right up to the door, give a signature smirk and waltz on in and find something to do other than stand in this line. hell, more people were leaving than entering!

My gallery · by **Kendall Roy** » Fri Jan 18, 2019 11:27 pm

It had been a long a tedious day, the current case he was working on seemed to be never ending.
Archer stared at the plate of food in front of him, his half eaten burger looking back at him, the
detective wasn't great when it came to eating, he tended to eat less frequently than what he
should, and the food he picked was never particularly nutritious.

He rubbed his hands slowly of his eyes as he went back to picking at the bowl of fries. Archer
didn't want to be too long, he didn't like leaving his beloved Belgian Malinois, River alone
when he wasn't working, call him sentimental but he loved that animal more than anything.
His plan for the evening was to go home and probably spend the rest of his evening reading
over his case papers and watching someone rubbish television.

Arch yawned slightly as he looked around the restaurant, he felt and looked out of place, he was
haggard, sporting a fresh cut cross his lip, bags under his eyes, almost slumped over his food.
This made him feel somewhat self-conscious but it didn't phase the detective too much. He ate
a few more chips, taking a long sip of his large jack and coke. Trying to allow himself to relax for
just a moment, straightening his back, pushing back into the restaurant chair.

The restaurant door opened, Arch turned his head slightly so he had the view of the door,
he was nosy, naturally so, which came in handy as it was needed in his job, to watch
everyone and everything, to not miss a single beat. Arch watched Tessa walk in, he would
have shot her a small smile but he presumed that she didn't see him. The detective ran a
hand through his blond hair as he contemplated finishing his much needed meal and leaving.

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