( GRACE VAN PATTEN, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) ARDEN RHODES the TWENTY-EIGHT year old lives in ROOM 904 on FLOOR 9. It is said that they have been here at Ellswick Tower for FIVE YEARS. The PIERCER AT SORRY MOM is said to be CAPTIVATING and STUBBORN which makes sense when you think about how they were FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS to Devon Carrington, who was just found dead.
STATS.
FULL NAME: arden lucia rhodes.
NICKNAME(S): ari.
BIRTHDAY: march 7th.
AGE: twenty-eight.
BIRTHPLACE: new york, new york.
STAR SIGN: pisces.
GENDER: cis woman.
PRONOUNS: she/her.
ETHNICITY: italian, irish, german, and english.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: fluent in english and italian.
SEXUALITY: heterosexual.
OCCUPATION: piercer at the sorry mom.
THEME SONG: jump by against the current.
PHYSICAL.
FACE CLAIM: grace van patten.
HAIR COLOR: blonde.
EYE COLOR: brown.
HEIGHT: 5′ 7″.
WEIGHT: 125lbs.
TATTOOS: wild flower bouquet on back of upper arm, heart stencil on left pinky finger, more tba.
PIERCINGS: double lobes on both ears, stud in right side of nose, right helix, left rook and tragus.
HAIR STYLE: hair is kept long, waves are her default, but she's known to play around with different styles.
PERSONALITY.
POSITIVES (+): captivating, determined.
NEGATIVES (-): stubborn, guarded.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: true neutral.
FEARS: spiders, relationships, bad hair days, anything with tree nuts (she's allergic)
ELEMENT: air.
HOGWARTS HOUSE: ravenclaw.
DRUGS/ ALCOHOL/ SMOKING: marijuana / yes / socially after a few drinks
AESTHETICS: crumpled up pieces of torn sketch paper scattered on a hardwood floor ; the desire to go on walks with no real destination ; and the pulsating lights of a club dripping down waves of blonde hair.
BACKSTORY.
born in the heart of new york city, it was no surprise that arden developed a love for all things creative. drawing became her first love, right after she figured out how much more detail she could add to a page when she colored outside the lines. most of her life was spent with her sister and a nanny that was ever changing until they found one their father wouldn't give a second glance. the rhodes' girl were taught to keep bettering themselves, that that was the reason their mother was never around instead of a crumbling marriage. her parents were still married to this day, though looking inside their "happy" home you'd find them in two separate bedrooms not wanting to entertain a scandal that would attach to the headline of divorce. every family had their issues, arden decided it'd be best to distance herself from all of them — starting with college. the blonde landed herself a comfy spot studying abroad in paris, france — she didn't care enough to know if her father had paid them off or they'd actually saw talent within her sketchbook, either way she'd gotten the escape she craved. there she met a man who seemed to adore her from the very moment they locked eyes in a crowded pub, vincent was everything her parents relationship was not until she found him ripping pages out of her sketchbook and whatever money he could pocket from her bedside table. arden didn't want to believe it, that the fairy tale she'd made in her head was just as fake as the relationship she'd seen her entire life. again she ran, throwing her sketchbook into her fireplace before using the last of her saved money to get her a flight — but not home. it's been five years since she'd talked to anyone from new york, instead she threw herself head first into everything san verano, california had to offer — she could thank the dart on the map for that. she's found a new form of art to love ... body art — well piercings and she didn't expect to love it as much as she does. though it isn't uncommon to spot the blonde doodling away on a bar napkin as she waits for the next round to arrive.
It was probably odd, the fact that Genevieve was practicing a new style on her mannequin head at the beach, but lately nothing she seemed to do made sense. The beach was calming, peaceful and quiet. The complete opposite of the salon she used to love walking into everyday. And she still did, but everything was much more bleak than usual nowadays. With her best friends funeral coming up, she was doing everything she could to distract herself. Even if it meant practicing cutting hair on a portable desk at the beach. "Shit" She had cut the bangs just a little too high. Feeling the presence of someone else behind her she let out a defeated sigh. "Please tell me it isn't as bad as it looks."
“mm…” arden winced, the result of the haircut written all over her face. “i don’t think there’s any saving it. she’s going to need some cute headbands and clips to survive those bangs.” she teased, before glancing over at genevieve, noticing how distracted she was — honestly, she felt the same with the funeral coming up. “do you at least have another mannequin? maybe that one will have a fighting chance.”
"well, i worked a bachelorette party the whole night, and trust me when i say...the bride almost called off the wedding because i gave her the best dance of her life apparently..." antoinette says as she playfully flips her hair, then giggles. "i need something greasy in my system, honestly, so i wouldn't say no to that, i need to survive a couple more hours until i get to sleep, and i would be so dead to the world for the rest of the day, i just know it. how about you though, a long, good night?"
“it almost makes you think they shouldn’t be getting married…” arden trailed off with a laugh. “but honestly, that says something about your skill. she’ll be back for her divorce party.” the blonde teased, handing toni a menu. “that’s basically what i was thinking when i ordered the grilled cheese — took some convincing to get them to serve me lunch, but it’s doing the job.” she paused, taking a moment to think back on her night. “it was long — good until it wasn’t. funny how it only takes a second to ruin the whole thing.”
antoinette has had a long night with the bachelorette party she had been working at, and before everybody knew it, the sun was rising and people started going their separate ways. the dancer finds herself stumbling to the corner booth, figuring that breakfast would be a nice way to cap it off. as she enters the place, a voice snaps her out of the tiredness taking over her. "i'll get us that and the whole pot...looks like we both need it."
“oh you’re a life saver.” she told her, figuring the sunglasses made her current state of obvious. arden paused, waiting until she settled into the seat across from her. “please tell me you were out doing something fabulous — it’s the only way this should be allowed.” a soft laugh left her lips, knowing the two of them were probably a sight to any bystanders as she picked off a piece of loose cheese from her sandwich. “should we order more food?”
Cloud never should have let his drummer, Doug, talk him into going on this double date with him. He’d only agreed out of a desire to be a good friend, bandmate, and wingman, and had pretty low expectations going into it to begin with. But, between the fact that Doug was now making out with the girl he was with across the dinner table, and the fact that the girl Cloud was supposed to be there with could not have seemed less interested in him, hardly engaging in any attempts and conversation and giving bored sounding responses without ever looking away from her phone screen, and Cloud was pretty sure that he could disappear, and no one at the table would notice he was gone. It was right as he was having this thought that a familiar face walked into the restaurant and he caught her eye as she went and took a seat at the bar, prompting a smirk to find its way to his features and a feeling of thrill to rush over him. Getting up from the table, he walked over to where she was sat, smirk still in place. “I’m not sure how you managed to tune into the frequency of my silent prayers and know to come here and save me from my misery, but I’m not about to complain,” he joked. “No, but for real. What are you doing here? Got a date that you might wanna blow off? Cuz I do.” he added hopefully, a flirtatious grin upon his lips and a suggestive and mischievous gleam in his eye.
“you know me, a regular miracle worker.” arden laughed, her head turning at the sound of his voice as her fingers idly tapped against the counter. “i’d love to take credit for saving you, but really, you can thank me getting tired of drinking at home. i figured i deserved something stronger than my own company tonight.”
she gave a small nod toward the bartender as he moved off to make her drink — it was more confirmation than anything. her attention slipped easily back to him, a smirk already tugging at her lips. “ooh —” she winced, just enough to fake a little sympathy. “that bad, huh?”
her gaze moved past him briefly, like she could already picture the disaster, before settling back on him with a little more interest. “so what are we talking — awkward small talk, or full blown train wreck?”
there was a beat, her eyes dragging over him in a way that wasn’t subtle if you knew her well — which he did. she shifted just slightly against the counter, closing the space between them by an inch or two — casual enough to pass for nothing, but not really. “lucky for you…” her voice lowered, playfulness slipping back into place. “i tend to have a soft spot for bad decisions when i’m out for a drink.”
◜✿ ˚ ﹔ open starter › @onlymurdersstart. (capping at three)
◜✿ ˚ ﹔ location › books & beats.
arden’s eyes were focused on the book in her hands, scanning over the text on the back to decide if it’d be her next purchase. the store was pretty empty, though she didn’t mind — it helped her to not feel rushed. the blonde wanted a book that could serve as a distraction from him, from the way his face kept reappearing in her brain.
she didn’t notice when the aisle wasn’t just hers anymore, not until the sudden crash of books hitting the floor. her head snapped up, eyes flicking over to the mess scattered across the ground before landing on the person responsible.
“shit — are you okay?” she asked, already stepping closer and crouching down to pick up one of the fallen books. she hesitated for a second, glancing up at them again. “guess we both needed a distraction, huh?”
◜✿ ˚ ﹔ closed starter › @callanwclker.
◜✿ ˚ ﹔ location › any bar.
“i’ll bet you one round of shots that guy ends up with a drink thrown in his face,” arden said, glancing over at the man in question and shrugging. it seemed obvious from the scene in front of them — the woman on the receiving end of his attention had a growing scowl on her face. it probably had something to do with the fact that he’d just tried to put moves on the friend she came in with, but the blonde was impressed he’d made it this far. “he’s pushing his luck.”
distraction was the name of the game, and this morning arden decided the best way to nurse her hangover was with a grilled cheese. she’d even convinced the waiter to add hash browns — everything she needed to help the room stop spinning. her eyes peered up through her sunglasses, spotting a familiar face searching through the room for an empty booth. "hey! if you bring that coffee cup with you, the other side of my table is all yours."
arden lives in a cute apartment located on the ninth floor, that she's fully taken advantage of to make her own. featured above are: kitchen, living room, a large bedroom she's made into a half cozy reading/music space and a glam room with a walk-in closet, her bedroom, the master bathroom equipped with a walk-in shower and full length tub with jets, a second bathroom featuring a washing machine and dryer, and her cozy balcony area.