the nine lady muses ♛ [closed]

[thaliana,]

[[. relationships can be decided on by you. they all already know each other, but you can decide whether it is friendship, professional or romantic. at the moment they're all, more or less, acquaintances with mainly either friendships or business-related. you can decide whether it develops into romantic and whatnot. c:

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feeling: frustrated. location: his apartment. tagged: callie.
-------After yet another late night pacing his small apartment, tugging his hair in frustration whilst the blank document open on his laptop taunted him, Nick was exhausted. He'd long ago given up a normal sleeping pattern, but even this was out of the norm for him. It wasn't the first odd night, however. Nor did he believe that it would be the last. He'd barely written a word in weeks, and anything that he had written had been utter garbage. There had been the odd ramble or so that hadn't been complete rubbish, but he was too scared to read over it for fear that he'd mess it up. Niklaus was frustrated to say the least, and he had yet to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

-------Rising some time around noon, the young man's first stop was the small kitchen area of the main room to brew a cup of coffee. Whilst the machine was working its magic, he grabbed the newspaper from outside his apartment door. It was habit. So, once he was settled at the kitchen island with his coffee and toast, he flipped the paper open to the front page and began to read. That was one thing he still could do as a writer. He could read, sure. He'd probably reread his whole collection and more since his writer's block had set in. As for writing... No. Not a single word. Heck, even his grocery list looked odd to him at times, as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd written on it. But that was most likely just him being paranoid or too sensitive. He had a habit of making things seem more dramatic than they actually were.

-------It was the sound of his phone, which he'd left in his room, that brought him out of his gloomy thoughts. With a stretch of his tired muscles and a groan, Nick moved to retrieve his phone. He was actually quite surprised to find who'd texted him; Callie. The sight of her name flashing on his screen brought a vague smile to his face, his mouth quirking up on one side. He didn't know the girl all too well, but she was different - he knew that much. She'd been a breath of fresh air, almost. So it had only been logical that he'd talked her into exchanging numbers. When they'd first met, he'd been surprised to hear that she was also a writer - and even more so to discover that she was also going through a rough patch. It was a comfort to know that he wasn't the only one. So when he read her short greeting, he immediately unlocked his phone and typed out a reply. Hey. What's up? Nick returned to his perch in the kitchen and set his phone down beside him, reaching for his coffee immediately after. On some occasions, he had probably joked about having more caffeine in his bloodstream than actual blood. But, despite being an obvious exaggeration, there was probably some truth to it. After all, he probably drank more coffee than water. His coffee changed with his mood, oddly enough - or his exhaustion. Black coffee was reserved for bad days, creamy coffee for good ones, and so on. In fact, he'd been drinking a vanilla latte when he'd met Callie. The fact that he remembered wasn't that odd. He tended to remember things quite well, depending on how important he thought them to be. Some details were obscure but still managed to stick with him, such as his drink that day. However, he'd failed most of his classes in school due to this certain quirk. Nick picked his phone up again, throwing caution to the wind as he typed out another message. Tempted to shoot my computer just to get rid of that damn cursor. 'Text talk' was not something known, or practiced, by the writer, obviously.

[EpicKittyKat]

((Anyone open to rp with Una or Miles?))

[pep]

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location: his apartment
currently: heading to the coffeeshop
mood: impatient, jittery
crush: x
tagged: melanie
ooc: i hope this post is okay. ;v;

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There were just those days where he would wake up and hate everything, have an empty mind, and not give a single care about anything he had to witness. These were definitely one of those days.

Asher King, well-known young actor of the area, woke up with a headache that made his temples throb, and he could hardly think straight. Even after downing two pills of Advil, it took quite some time for his headache to die down. Considering how pointless and stupid his ideas had been for the past few weeks, he could hardly function properly without cursing a few times under his breath. Really, all he wanted to do was to be able to act and to be able to take in the character he needed to rehearse, and deliver the performance that was necessary. That was hardly possible with these set circumstances.

He had only one idea as he lay in bed: call Melanie. The young woman always knew how to coax lines out of him and make him speak with the dignity he once possessed, and it was almost haunting. He felt absolutely nothing for her, though: merely a relationship between peers. The way he treated her gave off the approach that he could toss her away and gain someone else to help him out, though that was obviously not the case. It took a lot to make the stubborn, self-centered, and rather impolite actor come out of his shell and finally perform like he needed to. Usually he could do it on his own, but the way he was acting over the past few weeks was pathetic and selfish, even to his own mind. It was foolish, really.

Ash didn't care for a shower this morning; he figured he could take one after he went to go grab some coffee. Maybe inviting Melanie there as well would be a good idea, rather than having her come to his apartment and help out with whatever he needed to take care of. He had a scholarship for acting at a local, prestigious university, and it was required to give a simple performance as part of the acceptance for the scholarship, and send it in as a video via email. His performance was nowhere near where it needed to be for the video, though. Thoughts scampered through the man's head as he changed from boxers and a t-shirt into jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and Vans sneakers. He dressed as if he were younger, preferring casual fashion over formal anyways.

'You, me, and coffee in a half-hour. I'm paying. Don't be late.' His text to the woman was short and simple, and rather blunt as well. He wasn't going to be happy if she was late. Heading out the door, his apartment key in his pocket as well as his phone, Asher was off towards the coffeeshop, wanting to grab a latte and be back home just as soon as he'd arrived. Like said before, today wasn't the best of days for him, so why linger out in public for too long?

[shay ;]

epic: Thalia can meet Miles. Ill post for her tomorrow.

[shay ;]

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tagged; miles

work, that was the only thing on the young blonde's mind. she had gone through many sleepless nights in the past week and this was certainly the worst of them. the night before she had more work that ever and it needed to be done fast. high on caffeine she went to work, but after more than five hours of constantly having to think of new sketches and monologues she could use in one of her shows, thalia finally gave in and unwillingly fell asleep.
a loud knock on the door finally woke her up around eight in the morning, she had completely forgotten that the delivery man would be coming with the package she ordered "who is it?" she groaned, her head still resting on the desk, where she had fell asleep. it took her a moment to pinpoint her location, but once she did, the woman, still half asleep, went to answer the door. she looked somewhat like a homeless person, still wearing the slouchy cardigan and sweatpants she wore last night, her hair in an unstructured and messy top knot. looking through the peephole in her door, thalia jogged her memory, "oh my god," she muttered, "i'll be right there!" the woman yelled through the door at the man. fixing her hair, so she'd look more presentable, lia raced to find her wallet, so she could pay for the package and not let the man see her for too long. looking like a hot mess, she rushed to the door, her heart still beating from all the running. "hello, how much will it be?" she questioned and handed the man the amount of money he wanted. "have a nice day." the man said, thalia only nodded and slammed the door shut.
once back in her apartment, thalia eventually did her makeup and changed into fresh clothes, so she could head out into public without looking absurd. on the way out the door, she texted miles.

'meet me at the cafe in 5, need coffee asap' she wrote in the elevator and hit send while catching a cab to the local coffee shop.

[thorne.]

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age : nineteen years old.
occupant : singer.
crush : none currently.
mood : worn out; worried.
location : the vocal studio.

post count : one.
tagged : elena.
ooc : er, sorry for the delay on
my part, guys; just got a bit of
writer's block. xc

xxxxxxx with his hair still wet, uncombed and licking his crisp shirt-collar with slight droplets of moisture, damen darted toward the exit, hardly giving himself a moment to even tighten the buckle of his leather belt in his haste for the door. the vocalist was late, yet again, thanks to his irrational sleep patterns and activities at night. he was due to show at the studio to meet up with elena webster - a known virtuoso in song and familiar acquaintance - to assist in farther better the young man's own imperfection in his vocals. however an mere hour beforehand, he woke to the screeching buzzard of his phone alarm only find the time to be quite a bit soon after he had originally anticipated on awakening. knowing already the magnitude of his teacher's detest for tardy, he immediately panicked and hopped out of bed.
xxxxxxx he'd taken a quick shower and gotten dressed in record time, making sure to grab his bag, a bagel from his pantry for breakfast and an umbrella from the closet for storm shelter before exiting his apartment with an unintended slam of the door.
xxxxxxx he arrived at the studio soon after, depressing the drenched hood of his umbrella and drying the bottoms of his boots on the floor mats as he stepped past the doorway. the lobby buzzed from the florescent lighting above, a pleasant change from the brewing weather outside. sending a polite greeting to the receptionist, damen walked toward the elevator and easily pushed the button for the top floor as he entered. the brunette leaned back on the cream-painted wall, watching in wait while the light signaled for each floor as it neared the one sanctuary that seem to mock the lad. he was a singer at heart and music ran in his blood, yet his skills in the subject were an inch below adequate - which frustrated him to no end. which was why he enlisted elena's help. as she was brilliant in ways he couldn't possibly grasp or even try to match. damen merely wanted to improve; and having had sessions with her before, the progress was evident.
xxxxxxx "hey, lena, sorry i'm late. i overslept," he said once the elevator resonate at the top floor and the doors parted.

[thaliana,]

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tagged;; erica . where;; his apartment . mood;; relieved . crush;; no one.

christopher's head had just found its way to the cold of the desk when the buzzer for his door went. a shrill, obnoxious
buzz which had him clumsily stumbling out of his chair. in his haste, his foot caught on the leg of the chair, having him
landing face-first on to the carpet. a pained groan caught in his chest as he dragged himself to his feet, half-limping
and half-jogging to the door. he paused only to pluck a hoodie which was sprawled across the arm of the couch. by the
time he was opening up the door to reveal erica's bright and jovial face, he was feeling somewhat like a slob. his dark
hair was a mess, bags shadowed the lines under his eyes, and he was dressed in only tracksuits and a sweatshirt. erica,
though, she was the picture of perfection she always was, and it brought a sheepish smile to chris' face. he glanced to
the contents in her hands, the aroma of pizza reminding him of just how hungry he was. "ah, you bought pizza. you are
a life-saver, my dear," he grinned, plucking the items she was holding out of her hands and kicking open the door wide-
enough to let her in, and to reveal the mass of destruction that was his appartment.

"come on in. as usual, sorry about the mess," he amended with a luck chuckle, combing his free hand through the tangles
of his tousled brunette hair. he threw a disapproving glance around the apartment, frowning at the clothes and blankets
littering the floor and the dirty dishes which waited impatiently in the sink in the kitchen it was not always like this. in
fact, the mess annoyed him to no end but he had hardly the energy to restore his apartment to its former homeliness.
"let me go grab some plates and you can put on some music," he suggested, handing the cds back to her. he was talking in
a frenzied rush, barely allowing the blonde-haired girl stood in the threshold of his apartment a word in. without another
word he disappeared around the corner, rummaging through cupboards to dig out plates which were able to claim that
they were clean enough to be eaten off of.

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[eugenides]

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location ; her apartment,
the coffee shop
doing ; morning stuff
mood ; annoyed
tagged ; n/a
ooc ; meep, taking too
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melanie woke with the pale morning sun, as usual. she threw on some clothes she found at the bottom of her closet; she never found the need to be neat. today's outfit was a pair of fading black jeans, a once crisp white shirt and a maroon colored jacket. she pulled her hair into a bun with the elastic on her wrist while walking to her kitchen. melanie grabbed a pack of microwaveable sausages out of the fridge and took two. the rest where dumped back into the freezer. she set the sausages on a plate and put them in the microwave, setting it on two minutes.

beep, beep, beep. melanie took the plate out of the microwave and set it on the table where there was a good view of the new york skyline. she had only taken three bites when her phone chimed. you have one new text, the notification said. “yes, i know i have ‘one new text’. i only get the chiming noise when i have a text. why do you still tell me i have ‘one new text’, she muttered to herself as she hit the ‘okay’ button. then the message slid away, replaced with ‘do you wish to view this text?’ melanie sighed and pressed the ‘yes’ button. the text icon popped up. she squinted. the text was from asher, asking, no, telling her to go to the coffee shop. in thirty minutes. who does he think he is, ordering me around? and then, i wonder what he wants. so she left the sausages sitting on the table, striding out the front door.

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Elena waited several more minutes before the doors of the elevator opened, revealing Damen. She smiled and shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I know its still a little bit early and on short notice," she said. She walked over to him and smiled. "So how have you been?" she asked curiously. Even though Damen was one of her students, they were friends also. They had gone to one anthers apartments several times and just hung out and talked freely, sharing their common love of music. She could already see so many improvements in his vocals, it was stunning. She had never known anyone to ever improve as quickly as him. He took in every comment she gave him and really put it to the test, making his vocals grow after each practice they had, something Elena had never seen before. She loved it.