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name. connor blake o'brien.
age. twenty one years and three months. born on april 12th.
personality. mysterious, dare-devil, dangerous, protective, hard-headed, short tempered, distant, stubborn, easily annoyed, sarcastic
history. born to a dad who was a in a gang/mob, and a mother who had a major drug and alcohol problem. he had an older brother who was constantly in and out of jail. no other siblings, so he was always that lonely kid who made his way though school as the bad boy type. he stayed that way, dating the girls in his 'clique', never talking to the nerds or jocks, only hanging with the kids like him. he joined his gang, though, when he was only fourteen. he met his ex girlfriend isabella in this, since she was the 'lead gang' guy's girlfriend. she moved away only months later, though. he got angry at this, and knew it was permanent since another girl moved in.
short description. very tall and well muscled. a honey colored tan with light brown hair and light, stunning green eyes. sort of skinny, but not too so. wears a lot of hats and hoodies with a skater boy-ish hair cut. a brilliant, stunning smile.
relationship. no crush, ex girlfriend named isabella

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-------A quick sigh fluttered through the blonde's lips as she peaked around the large cardboard box that was grasped in her hands. Carefully lifting the toe of her vans, she blindly felt for the next lift in the staircase. Bumping the wood with the tip of her shoe, the old staircase creaked onerously as she finally was able to plant the shoe to the floor and continue towards her new apartment. She'd moved to the hustle and bustling state of New York on the opportunity of a new job that could set her in the right direction in her aspiring writing career. It was an offer to come and work for the supreme Frazier publishing company. With life practically sitting still back home in North Carolina, Lennon couldn't help but jump at the offer. It would not only give her the chance to take a step into the writing world, but it would test her as an adult. Here in New York she didn't have anyone but herself. This was an adventure she was going to be starring in all by herself, and she found that a good thing. This was her chance to prove to her family that she was capable of being something great, and independence was required to do anything regarding novels when it came to the Kestler family. Her mother was much too pushy with their eldest daughter. Olivia had high hopes that their daughter would do something in the medical field. The mother wanted nothing to do with the "unpractical" world Lennon had dreamed of for herself. So Lennon made a change, and it was a nice one.
-------The only downside to moving hundreds of miles away from home? There's no one but yourself to get the unpacking done, and of course, things worked in such a way that the twenty one year old was on the third floor. That gives her exactly five sets of six stairs each to venture. How lovely. For a moment she'd contemplated the task of simply hiring movers to do the work for her, and it would have been the smart thing to do, but with the only support from her family being her father Gregory, she didn't have much financial backup. It would be much safer to simply move the items herself to ensure they make the trip in one piece, and do her wallet no damage. Finally reaching the blandly lit hallway, the blonde's stone silver eyes followed the chipped burgundy paint all the way down to a door that read B113 in a turned copper finish. Gently nudging the cracked front door with her shoe, Lennon stepped in, not bothering to shut the door behind her. Plopping the heavy box on the top of another she'd brought in prior, the girl ran a hand through her hair and took a moment to survey the living room that was currently scattered with with nothing but beat up cardboard boxes. Oh boy, was moving lovely..

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{ name. connor } { doing. talking } { tagged. lennon } { location. outside }

Connor was sitting outside, anger bubbling in him. He had called, texted, and left multiple voicemails for his ex girlfriend, isabella. His pulled the cigarette form his lips, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He stood up, going to turn in to his apartment as someone pulled up a few faded parking spots down, with many boxes. He knew there were very few apartments left, and one was his ex girlfriend's. He watched for a little bit, trying not to be creepy as he watched her go back and forth out of her house, bringing boxes in and coming out about five minutes later, empty handed. When he finally stopped staring and walked to her, putting his hand on the door before she could shut it. "What apartment do you live in?" He growls, his natural temper coming out, his voice harsh and annoyed. He didn't want to stand there forever, and just look like he was creeping on her again. He noticed many people come out of other houses and smoke; one was his friend gabe, and another was enrique. He quickly waved to them, pointing one finger to tell them one moment. He just wanted her to tell him what apartment she lived in. If she lived in Isabella's old apartment, then he knew why. He had told her only weeks before she disappeared, that he was in a gang of a sort. She just told him that she was "okay with it" and he should "keep going at it". It annoyed him, but he had let his guard down and fell in love with her.

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-------The blonde's eyes flickered between the taller figure who she'd noticed lingering. She couldn't help but want to merely pass it off as curiosity. Lennon, after all, was new to the city. She probably stuck out a lot more than what she should. Not to mention these apartments weren't the highest scored. It didn't seem like many people came- just left. An older man in his late forties and his wife had already stopped her on the second floor to make sure she didn't need any assistance. So no, Lennon thought nothing of the boy. Until now, anyways. Eyebrows furrowing confusedly, the blonde shifted, her eyes following the hand to it's owner. Automatically she cringed, not expecting him to have been half as close as what he'd ended up. Her face scrunched slightly at the smell of cigarette fresh on his breath, eyes tracing over his mouth before returning to his face. "Excuse me?" What a welcoming neighbor. "I would assume you aren't apart of the welcoming committee." Lennon muttered, waving a hand about her face to dissociate the smell of smoke that swarmed through the air. There was no telling what this guy's deal was, and to be quiet honest, Lennon had no interest in finding out. She had things to do. "I uh- Lennon, up in B113."

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{ name. connor } { doing. talking } { tagged. gabe && enrique } { location. outside }

Connor rolls his eyes, "Why would I be? I hate new neighbors." He growls, flicking a hand at her dismissively. "Y-you live in... I should'a known better!" He snarled, an angrier look coming across his face. "Stupid Isabella!" He mutters, pushing off of the door, walking to Gabriel and Enrique. "She moved! She's gone. I told her and she'd gone." He says, his hat almost falling off as he pulled up his hood. "She won't even answer my calls." He sighs. "Whatever, C. We can set you up with a hotter girl." Gabe says, grinning. Enrique then pitched in with, "I see that girl you were talking with. She cute." Connor glares at him. "No, she's moving into Isabella's new apartment. That place is bad luck, boys." He mutters, watching Enrique stand up. "I'm going for it." He grins, walking to Lennon. "Hey girl. How you doin'? Ya know I only go out with the finer ladies. And are you finee..." Enrique says, eyeing her up and down. Connor watches with a grin in his face, convinced she would say no.

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-------Lennon rolled her eyes, sifting her fingers through her hair as she surveyed the rather angry looking boy who'd she'd decided to call "Ciggy" pass off her remark easily. The nerve he possessed was enough to already have her want to start tugging the hair out of her scalp. "Likewise." The words left her lips effortlessly, brows furrowed as he turned on the heel of his shoe to stalk off to a few other guys who seemed to on-look on the conversation. The twenty one year old muttered under her breath, about to stalk back upstairs until a new voice stopped her dead in her tracks. She was already aware it had to have been one of his friends. Well, it was obvious she'd under estimated the level of maturity the people here possessed. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, Len turned right back around, slipping her arms over her chest, an anything but amused look across her face. "Hey, boy." Breathe, Lennon. You lift a hand and it's probably child abuse. "Yeah, look that's great and all, but I have much better things to do than waste my time, and you're doing exactly that. Go lick a swing set or something." And with that, she slipped back through the door, already beginning to regret the decision of moving. This wasn't a good way to start off her big "adult expedition".

++; she just told him to lick a swing set what is going on

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{ name. connor } { doing. talking } { tagged. gabe && enrique } { location. outside }

Connor grins, "Your an idiot. And you just got turned down by a girl as annoying as her? Hah, you were shot down before you even started talking to her." He grins, already knowing it would sort of start a fight. He must have really liked her, since he had a sad, maybe angry look on his face. "Oh she will like me homies." Then Connor's fellow gang member looked at him, glaring. "Really? An that's why your girl moved away!" He growled at him, his thick hispanic accent making him sound stupid trying to yell at s high ranking gang member such as Connor himself. "Really? She moved because I'm in a gang, and she can't handle me you idiot. She was your sister." He shoots back at him, smirking as he lights another cigarette. Enrique pulls a knife from his pocket, thinking Connor wouldn't see. He went to go and shank him, but the tall, more muscular twenty one year old grabbed his hand, twisting it with only one hand, smoking in the other. "Good job Enrique. Now I have no choice but to break your wrist." He says calmly, hearing a snapping sound and he quickly shoots his other hand down, snapping the lanky kid's wrist. A cry of pain came from him, and Gabe just looked at them and slowly walked away, as he always did when Connor and Enrique fought. Dropping him to the floor, Connor walked with Gabe, waving away from him as he followed the girl into the apartment building, walking up to B112. Of course, the apartment next to the new girls. She'd probably have someone over every night, having little tea parties with their purse dogs.

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-------A slight smile sat upon her lips despite the encounter she just had with the two guys outside. There was no time to dwell over her decision when she'd hardly even had time to enjoy the apartment. Aside from that, she couldn't just pick up and move. She hadn't even given anything a chance yet. There was no way that a mere two people could shake her excitement. This is her first time on her own. There was going to be faults. The two bimbos from outside, and the broken doorknob to her apartment were just two of them. "Okay, thank you Catherine." Lennon called, exiting the apartment office and slipping her cellphone from her pocket. Maintenance would be around by five- so she had exactly three and a half hours or so to attempt to get at least the slightest amount of unpacking finished. Climbing up the steps, the blonde sifted her hand through her hair, eyes raising from the screen of her cell phone just in time to see Ciggy. Her eyebrows furrowed automatically, eyes alternating between her door and his. Oh no. No, no, no. Living around him probably wouldn't have been so bad, but right across from him? If he displayed the same temper all the time there was no way she'd be able to survive around here. A heavy sigh fell through the air as Lennon awkwardly stepped down the hallway, keys in hand as she stopped at her door to unlock it.