Complex

An indie fandomless OC RP blog for a beauty vlogger: Ai Ito ★ Penned by Ali

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New York, huh? Etsuko was only in here to get an early start to a busy day. He was scheduled to appear on a panel at a nearby con, a very popular and posh con, for a matter of fact. So he had to be awake enough to apply layers and layers of make-up, along with putting on a very complicated and intricate cosplay he slaved over to make.

The line was long, but he was luckily enough to arrive when it wasn’t too long of a wait. He got in line, ordered his overly caffeinated drink and then swiped the drink away from the employee, who very obviously didn’t want to be here.

Taking a sip of the coffee, Etsuko closed his eyes to cherish the flavor, only to bump into something while his eyes are closed. His eyes shoot open, astonished, as he sees a very agrivated woman, along with a light brown liquid all over the ground before him. 

When this female speaks so rudely, his expression turns angry and grouchy, as if he didn’t deserve what she was saying. He grips his styrofoam cup with rising anger and glares at her whilst she speaks.

“Uh, no, fuck you, first of all, and second of all, you should’ve been watching where you were going. It’s not my fault you bumped into ME. You could’ve spilled my coffee.” He retorts, taking a pretentious, longed sip of coffee to spite her. “Why don’t you fuck off and wait back in that line, Barbie? Maybe you can convince the employees you’re a hooker, and that you’ll do the dirty work so you won’t have to wait in line again!~”

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Was this second grader for real? This chick had to be joking. What a fucking brat! Sure, New York wasn’t known for its citizens’ manners but this kid was really pushing it. A lot. A whole fucking lot. 

Adopting a scowl, she took her coffee covered hand and wiped it against the others shirt to get the amber liquid off of her. She hoped that was a designer shirt or something. She really, really, hoped that it was really expensive or a gift from a loved one or something equally as valuable. It would then match the value of the time she would have to waste in the line again.

Smiling sweetly, she spoke with fake apology.

“Oh, gosh, did I do that? Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I hope you didn’t want that shirt to be stain free...”

When he brought in her appearance, she felt her temper rise and her fists clenched. Deep breaths, Ai. You can’t punch a twelve year old. That is frowned upon in this society. She had never wished more that it wasn’t.

“Oh, okay, Pinkie Pie. Sure. It was all my fault that you’re too fucking short to see. I suppose I should get angry that the universe that it never let you grow taller than a second grader. Forgive me, please, girlie. And I am not a Barbie, I am much more attractive than a piece of plastic, bitch. I am not some girl who sells themself for things! Besides, if that was meant to be an insult, at least I’m beautiful enough they would want that.”

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   his expression actually shifts, into surprise too. oh. it takes him a minute, but yeah. that face is vaguely familiar.

     “…oh”

   oh.

     “uh, crap, sorry, i— i didn’t even recognize…!”

   way to go othello, you back-lashed the person that introduced you to several parts of your wardrobe. maybe not directly, he doesn’t normally check up on a lot of people over the internet, but. she’s pointed in good directions, and othello is more than grateful to have shaved a little cash and time off of his hair-styling routine.

   he flounders, hands fleeing the safety of their porcelain anchor as if trying to make amends in the air. grab his words back before they can insult her. he’s actually blushing, and she’s already won.

     “n— no, i didn’t mean…!!”

   damn it.

     “i’m sorry…”

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At Othello’s sudden disposition and expression change, Ai sits back up and cradles her drink in her hands, looking at him in curiosity and concern. Was he alright? Did he actually recognize her? Well then. She hadn’t expected that if it was the case.

Oh gosh, she was so rude to him! This is what sucked out her stupid act, she might end up hurting someone who she knew actually thought she was pretty or knew she knew what she was talking about. She really hoped that the damage that had been done wouldn’t come back to bite her. Cecilia would have her head.

“Like...are you okay? Don’t go all ape shit on me or something.”

She cocks her head in confusion and her eyes go wide at the apology. Oh god, this kid did know her.

“N-No...don’t worry about it. I’m, ah, I’m sorry too. Like, chill, dude. I think we both screwed this one up. Me especially ehehe...”

At least she has the decency to look ashamed.

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“Y’know, I don’t think people really understand how hard it is to keep your looks up. I mean, fake lashes are a pain in the ass.”

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     “othello, actually. sorry to disappoint you”

   he doesn’t have anything to flaunt like that, especially not his name, but that smug grin he gets just from shooting her down is a prize enough on its own.

     “what about you? something typical like sarah or amy? or are you all flashy with your name too?”

   he’s not the type to be bitter on introduction. but she’s pulling all the right strings. and he’s less annoyed now that he’s on par with her jousting, he’s collected his thoughts and isn’t going to sit there like a pincushion getting jabbed at by insults. he too, can stick them with the pointy end.

   he keeps his cooler expression, hands on the sides of his teacup like it would still keep him warm, and a glint of amusement in him, now that he’s more conscious.

     “i’ll get another one. it’s no big deal”

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Drat. There goes her fun with his name. It’s actually a pretty cool sounding name if she’s being completely honest with herself. Whatever, she’ll find something else soon enough.

“An absolutely pleasure to meet you, Othello. Your apology is accepted, by the way.”

“Wow, fucking rude! I’m not even American, shithead. My name is a perfectly beautiful name back in Japan. It’s Ai. Like Ai Ito? You may know me as the most popular beauty vlogger on YouTube right now. And what do you mean by ‘with my name too’?”

She’s actually personally offended he would think her name was flashy or unbearably normal. His implied insult to her appearance was also not missed by her. Ai was actually more bothered by that than the name thing. She was beautiful, not flashy!

Rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, she fell back against the back of the chair with a huff. This wasn’t fun anymore, this was just infuriating.

“Whateves. Do what you want. Keep it sitting there any longer though and it’ll be considered iced tea.”

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   “You look… Familiar. Do I know you?”

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“Hm? Well, do you watch beauty vloggers and things like that..?”

She’ll hold off on rudeness until she finds out if this girl knows her. If she does, well, there’s no real reason to protect herself.

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   rude.

     “— did you want something?”

   he’s not willing to argue back at her, make some sort of scene when all he was doing was sitting here. minding his own and letting time turn his drink cold. if she thinks he’ll bend to her poking and prodding, then. 

   probably, actually. he’s not great with confrontation. but he’s not going to turn placid and stutter out apologies for her. he’s got dignity. tripping over his feet at the first person to call him an insult wouldn’t lead him anywhere. that’s just pointless.

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“No, not really. Well, I mean, I wanted entertainment and you gave me that for a lil’ while, I guess. Now, I’m bored again. Whateves. I’ll work with it. What’s your name, dweebus? It’s probably something dumb like Jesse or Peter. Pfft, you sure look like one.”

Now she was just being rude because she could. Well, not that she wasn’t before, but now it was probably just annoying rather than actually scathing or whatever it was she was going for. Seriously, what kind of humor did she have? A twelve year old’s?

In any case, she plops herself across from the boy with her chilled cup of what used to be coffee but is now an ungodly combination of cream and sugar and vanilla flavoring. Her face adopting an amused look, one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raising and her painted lips quirking into a smirk.

“Are you just going to let your drink chill out there, literally? I mean, you paid money for that, didn’t you?”

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   he didn’t mean it. his face is just like that, all soft and idle looking. it’s a curse (or a blessing, who knows).

     “—what? no, i just….”

   use your words, othello. you’re outside of your bedroom, they’d be useful here.

     “i was daydreaming, i guess”

   nice. 

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“Just what? You wanna finish your thought next time? You gonna keep a pretty girl like me waiting, you ditz?”

Jeez, this kid might want to stop their whole “only saying half their thought at a time” thing. It wasn’t endearing or something, it was completely annoying in Ai’s eyes.

“Daydreaming? About what? The life you might have if you had more than two brain cells to rub together? If I were you, that’s what I’d be daydreaming about.”

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   he forgot he’d ordered tea. he’s just been sitting at the window seat of this coffee shop on his phone, and his order’s went cold in it’s cup. now he’s just sad.

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“What’s wrong, chump? Didja see ‘Marley & Me’ for the first time or something? Normal people just don’t stare off into space all forlornly or whatever.”

Yes, Ai, because clearly this boy wanted your sass and general rudeness today. Thank you from the world.

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New York coffee shops were a pain in the ass in the morning. All Ai wanted was a cup of coffee with enough cream to drown a man and enough sugar to suffocate another. People who drank black coffee were weirdos who couldn’t be trusted.

In regards to her preference to coffee, would she be better off just buying a milkshake or a smoothie or something that was meant to be sweet, but she didn’t care. Besides, Cecilia wanted a drink too and that was the only reason she was outside of her nice apartment before nine o’clock in the morning on a Monday. She loved her best friend, but some days she wanted nothing more than to strangle her.

When she finally made it to the front of the line and got her drinks, she felt nothing but relief. Now, all she had to do was go back home, shove it into Cecilia’s hands, and go back to bed for at least three hours. However, he good mood was dashed the minute someone bumped into her, sending her drinks crashing to the ground.

Snapping her head down to look at the offending person, she scowled and glared at the small pink blob in front of her.

“Thanks, shit lord! I assume you’re planning on getting back into the Line of Hell and buying me my order again, right? Because that’s the only thing you should have on your mind right now.”

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okie dokie! now that i have some time to do something else, how about you like this post for a starter if you would like one? i’d love to rp with all of you!!

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hi there!! can you like or reblog this post right here if you would be down for rping with an oc who’s a beauty vlogger with a superiority complex and a god complex to boot but has a golden heart on the inside named Ai Ito? thank you and i’ll be sure to check out all of your blogs as well!!

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tag dump pt. 3

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tag dump pt. 2

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tag dump pt. 1