“ hey, i didn’t steal your laundry basket. i borrowed it, because i left mine upstairs. your clothes are still there, aren’t they ? no harm, no foul. “ said laundry basket is being held hostage on a washing machine, his arm draped casually over it. “ and i brought it back safely, didn’t i ? “ @amoreluxstart
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"Hm ...” Ana looked between the clothes and the basket, eyes narrowing at his explanation. “Sounds suspiciously like something someone would say if they did intend to steal the laundry basket.” Taking a sip from her coffee, Ana’s eyes fell back on them and she paused momentarily before continuing, “You can have it though,” Ana shrugged. “I’ve got one upstairs.” She admitted, “Because that’s not mine.”
( open / @amoreluxstart ) kaede let out a huge gasp at the mess before her. “ohhhh noooo,” she groaned with wide and panicked eyes. the soil from the broken plant pot was just everywhere – it was devastating. the corpse of her fig tree laid there in defeat. she couldn’t even process what had happened.
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Ana’s gasp mimicked theirs, hand moving to slap against her mouth as if that would stop the obvious reaction. Following the trail of soil to the mess of the plant pot, Ana dropped her purse and ran over to help. “This is fine—” She stated firmly, “Everything will be fine.” Unconvincing, but it came from a place of true belief. “Do you have anything we can put some of this in?” Ana asked, wishing she had grabbed a bigger purse for the day. “Because this will be fine.”
Sometimes being polite was about all that Chase could muster on any given day. He’d just gotten off a twenty four hour shift at the fire station and despite very desperately needing to go inside his apartment and get some sleep, one of his neighbors just couldn’t help themselves. He smiled and tried to interrupt them on more than one occasion to say goodbye and step into the elevator but somehow they were still talking. “Wow, that’s a crazy story.” It wasn’t. But he was being a good neighbor since he was still in his uniform and was technically still representing station 24 of the Seattle fire department.
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Three glasses in and Ana was deep in a story he didn’t necessarily ask for, she didn’t need anyone to care, she just needed someone who was polite enough to listen. Red wine did something to her and, usually, it wasn’t good — “But you see, then he sat in the parking lot for three hours. When I asked him what he was doing, he told me he was waiting to see if I changed my mind.” Ariane scoffed and almost choked on her wine, looking up at his less than impressed response. “Oh, come on Chase. You could at least pretend to be interested.” She teased, wafting a hand in the air between them. “That’s just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my dating stories.” She rolled her eyes and sat back, crossing one leg over the other. “If you’ve got better, the floor is yours ...”
“ SORRY, BUT…. are you finished with that ? ” elle motions to the washer machine right beside them. @amoreluxstart
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Ana looked blankly at them for a moment, in her own little podcast world as she waited for her clothes, only to realise they had been done. For at least five minutes. Tapping her headphones off, Ana pulled them out and began the spiel of apologies, “Fuck. I’m sorry, I’ve been away with the fairies all day —” With that, she reached in and grabbed her things, hauling them into the basket she had brought with her. “You should’ve tapped on my shoulder, I do this a lot.” She chuckled, stepping aside so they could use it. “Oh, the door catches by the way. You gotta’ literally kick it closed otherwise the whole place floods.”
🌦 « nathalie kelley. cis female. she/her. 34. » was that ARIANE NAVARRO walking through the doors of amorelux ? i heard they just moved in to apartment 701 from PHOENIX, AZ and work as a high school counsellor. they seem passionate & determined but don’t get on their bad side ! they can be stubborn & bitter which makes sense since they’re a LEO.
this is ariane but please call her ana. originally from phoenix, arizona, ana only moved up to washington three years ago with her partner who had grown up here. she started a new job at a local high school and has managed to sneak her way into a local university, where she occasionally leads lectures / seminars etc. ana loves red wine, romantic films and her cat jack — who will beat your ass if you speak her ex’s name. literally.
p.s. it’s late here and i’m very tired so connections will come tomorrow <3
BASICS.
NAME: ariane ‘ana’ navarro
AGE: thirty-four
OCCUPATION: high school counsellor
HOMETOWN: phoenix, arizona
APARTMENT: 701
SIBLINGS: javier navarro (deceased)
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
CHILDREN: none
ABOUT.
ariane was born and raised in phoenix, arizona. her father left the family when she was a toddler and tbh, she doesn’t remember anything about him. what she does remember, is her mother’s inability to be a responsible parent. unfortunately she has an alcohol addiction, which progressed into other substances as ana got older.
the youngest of two, she was raised by her older brother javier. he got the brunt of pain from their childhoods being older and, therefore, more aware of what was going on. ana on the other hand was naïve to the demons, she just thought it was ..... normal. it wasn’t until she got into middle school that she realised most kids didn’t have to cook themselves dinner and lock themselves in the bathroom when strange men came knocking at the door.
it didn’t get much better when her brother went down a dark path, following in the footsteps of their mom. anyway, sad yes but alas — ana did everything she could to help both of them, her mom passing away while she was a junior in high school. her brother a few years later, leaving her truly alone.
by this point she was in college, scraping by working three jobs to afford rent, working towards becoming the person she needed as a child. it was hard, it took a long time but eventually ana graduated and started working as a high school counsellor.
while her professional life was on the up, everything else was a mess. ana is a hopeless romantic terrified of being alone, with the exceptionally good talent of choosing awful men. liars, cheats, crooks, she’s a magnet for all the bad. it’s left her with a lot of scars, but even more entertaining dating stories.
the only good person ........ hmm ....... “not a complete waste of a human” she’s dated is a man who came from seattle. after losing someone close to him, they chose to relocate back up the coast and ‘settle down’. they bought a house, she got a new job and then ten weeks later he dumped her. via text.
when she got home all of his stuff was gone. she doesn’t know why. she’s mad that he left her with an entire house she then had to sell but my girl isn’t going anywhere. hell no. she’s making real progress with some of the kids at school, she’s doing research at a local college and some dude isn’t going to ruin that for her.
basically, she’s never had anyone. nobody to rely on long-term, she’s incredibly independent and headstrong, but she wants to share her life with someone. all those someone’s have just turned out to be massive pricks.
JACK.
jack gets his own section because this cat is the only man any woman actually needs in their life. jack is a cat. ana did not rescue or purchase the cat. jack chose ana. she is special.
he’s been with her for the last four years and is a fantastic judge of character. the moment you step inside her apartment, he will eye you up and within seconds has decided if you’re acceptable. or not.
should you be acceptable, welcome. feel free to sit down. maybe even pet him. should you not be acceptable, he will scratch. he will bite. and he will hiss at you if you go anywhere near his couch.
jack is tamed by chicken, a scratch behind the left ear and hypnotized by lasers. play with him, he will like you. maybe. kind of. jack has to choose you.
jack is irritated by movement and noise but my god ........ her ex’s name? he could be on the other side of the damn world and the moment anyone says his name, he’ll pop up when you’re least expecting him, slap you around the face with his paw, hiss then disappear.
we. love. jack.
CONNECTIONS.
i want to get to writing for a bit and it’s super late here, sooooo i’ll keep this simple — ana is a very lovely woman, incredibly successful and adores red wine. she’s fairly new to the apartment complex, but has been in seattle a little over a year. she needs lots of friends, maybe a few folks she isn’t too fond of and perhaps that sneaky little ex.
just let me know if you want to plot <3 i’m slow everywhere, so pls don’t think i’m ignoring you. if you haven’t heard from me in 5 business days, shoot me another message haha.
