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ℙ𝕃𝕆𝕋 𝕀𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕊
Although Arlo excels in performance, he still placed himself in a few art classes because he enjoys them. He hopes to make friends in both concentrations, maybe some who show the same passion he has.
The New Reality gives him a lot to explore, particularly with people who aren’t around him for a simple purpose. His pursuit of happiness, friends, and a detox from all that he’s learned about his religion will give him a lot of whiplash. He will need an anchor, and in return, he hopes to be a statue of comfort for those who need him.
Once the slip up from Scientology happened, the blemishes began to shine. He’s been a witness to violence just a room away and a bystander to unabashed verbal thrashing. Arlo worries that he appears cold for not batting an eyelash at death or its friends, but violence doesn’t hold the same levity for him than it does others. If anything, the death of the Good Samaritan brought curiosity and a guilty desire to eavesdrop on the gossip circling it.
His search for love is neverending, but he prays whoever captures his heart will be gentle with it. He shatters easily, particularly so when his romantic vulnerability is open to one person at a time.
He grew up with privilege like the Mad King and the Golden Heir, but their popularity makes him nervous, as if one wrong word will condemn him to mockery.
The Reveler and The Purveyor intimidate him because he doesn’t think he’s cool enough or sharp witted enough or ready to dive deep into sinful indulgences like they do.
The Guileless and The Wallflower are possible friends due to their gentle nature; he is in need of confidence, and perhaps they can patch up his slowly deflating self worth with a pep talk and some warm cookies.
The Meteorite and The Analyst provide intelligence he knows he does not harbor, but their diligence in trying to uncover the truth is admirable to him.
ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊
He was born into the lap of luxury, the personification of Americana: His mother’s maiden name is Luciana Ruiz, daughter of a Spanish immigrant. After becoming the successful leading lady in a handful of Broadway productions, her fame doubled after being featured in her first Blockbuster romantic movie Fields of Violet with Harrison Loveless. Their convincing chemistry was fueled by offscreen romance and they married soon after, with every detail plastered on the gossip tabloids. They stayed there through Oscar nominations, memorable controversies, and the birth of their two children– with Arlo being the youngest. Currently, their net worth has easily exceeded the hundreds of millions and their lavish lifestyle has reflected such. Arlo was never taught to budget, why would he have to? There was money to burn, and with the disconnect from the idea of ‘cost’ diminishing each passing year, he’s grown quite fond of the game ‘how much is ____?’ each time he visits the little market at St. Augustine.
His parents are highly involved Scientologists: The organization fed off of rich, eager celebrities like his parents. Millions of dollars donated meant he was treated like royalty at every gathering and his naivete attitude towards the malpractices of its leaders continued up until the age of 14, when he walked in on a disciplinary hearing of a member. From then on, the smiles seemed less genuine and the hologram of pure bliss associated with Scientology began to crack.
He is a paranoid heart and a lonely doll: Because of his parent’s world renowned reputation, he has always been under the paparazzi spotlight. Every social media, no matter how anonymous he’s tried to be, has hundreds of thousands of followers. Scientology has a habit of keeping track of their members as well, wanting to contain them in a snow globe of cultlike utopia. His school was filled with peers bred from Scientologist families. His tutors, his nanny, everyone he’s been in contact with all have some tie to the religion. Because of his status, Arlo grew up friendless– children thought him as vain and selfish while parents were intimidated of allowing their children to play with someone who can bring harm to their spawn with a mindless negative comment. When his parents heard about his loneliness, Arlo suddenly found himself with a best friend– alas, upon his discovery that Leo was planted in his life like everyone else, he became more wary.
His acceptance into St. Augustine was not without protest: Coming from an acting family created a window of opportunity for him to follow suit. His first performance was in a movie when he was three years old. With a few scattered appearances, Arlo has become quite good at faking confidence as an actor from his self conscious real life. At 13, he became fixated with art instead, particularly oil paints. With the pressure of his revelation over Scientology clear in his mind, he applied to St. Augustine for art and Julliard (under his parents’ insistence) for performance when he turned 18. He got accepted into both, but in his desperate plea for independence and freedom, he succumbed to his parents’ bargain of allowing him to study in St. Augustine, but for performance instead.
He is desperate– a songbird who sings praises and a hawk who demands Good: Arlo has already deemed himself as paranoid; he knows he’s a fretful person, and he tries his hardest to hide his fear so he won’t screw up his chances at real friends. Hungry, he called it, hungry for friendship to the point of buttering his words with compliments and little white lies with the purest intentions. Maybe he sounded manipulative, but his intentions are pure and his desire to good will not ever waiver. Arlo’s nervous temper personified itself as a nibbling sense of inadequacy; he doesn’t think he’s worth the trouble, but he desperately wants to be worth something. Sheltered, oblivious and naive– but ready to explore, if not for the forsaken need to take his first step shutting down his body system.
Love; love is all you need: And he craves it. His mother’s films created little snapshots of things that could happen, may happen, will happen. They’ve been quoted by lovesick girls and red eyed heartbreakers and her own son has been captured by the allure. His parent’s love for each other proved the existence of soulmates, but Arlo’s blind faith has been jeopardized by his desire to throw himself into the depths of the ocean and wait for someone to pull him into safety. He anticipates that he will drown, but for now he teeters on cliff’s edge, waiting for the lifeguard to take their seat on their tower before he jumps.
A woman happily in love, she burns the soufflé. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven.
Sabrina (1954) dir. Billy Wilder
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The teachings of Dianetics illustrated by the Church of Scientology
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PM: I'm in a shit mood.
Define trouble. ;) I have a punishment coming, I’m sure. Just waiting for that shit to fly. Weed? Yeah, we’ll go with that.
It’s fine, really. I should’ve known I’d end up stuck with someone like him. Thanks, love. I was glad that I got you, and lucky for you I have some music connections still. I wasn’t sure I’d pull off that last gift. ;) You didn’t have to get me anything… well, unless it’s us having sex, as promised. haha. We can see each other anytime. I’m usually not doing shit.
Exactly! And unfortunately you’ve got to let him make those choices. All you can do is be there if and when shit hits the fan.
You know exactly what trouble I'm talking about, Red And...well, what else are you doin' then? Shit, is it the harder stuff also?
How the fuck do you have so many kick ass music connections? I swear, we need to go out to a concert or something once we get out of his hell hole and put your shit to use because the stuff you gave me was fuckin' dead on
That's.. Unfortunate. And we're staying in the same room, too, while we go on that vacation thing. Lovely.
Timelorded to Xmas
[Found in Delaney Romo's possession are two presents. One is thin and square in shape while the other is small and rectangular, but both are wrapped in festive paper of ivy and holly that allude to the Christmas spirit while in keeping with the detachment one has to the reason behind the holiday. Lying on top of them is a single piece of paper that is folded once with a crisp line, weighed down by two tea bags that hold leaves of jasmine tea.
If one is to open the presents before the note is read, the recipient would find himself to be the new owner of items that hold a type of sentiment that includes a CD and ring. While one may make sense, the other probably doesn't in the slightest, which causes the letter to offer its explanation.]
Dear Delaney,
I know it's been awhile since we've actually had a conversation that went beyond the greetings at the parties and events, but when I first came to Bellona Mansion, you were one of the first to talk to me, and I've always appreciated that. I don't think I ever thanked you for the welcoming gesture, though, so please accept my belated gratitude, Delaney. When I was skimming through our first interaction online earlier, I remembered that I failed to share that band that literally had your name on it. If you should ever want to listen to it together, I'll always be available. As for the ring, there was also mention of throwing a certain person off a bridge in the talk, so I thought perhaps there could be another use for the architecture that might be more enjoyable.
I hope to speak with you more often, and I'm sorry for not taking advantage of the opportunity before.
Happy holidays and warmest wishes,
Viggo
PM: I'm in a shit mood.
Believe me, I totally do. I don’t lay shit out for most people. I keep a lot of shit to myself. It’s just how I am. Haha, yeah I wouldn’t really do well with those Doms. My ass would always be in trouble.
Eh, just stupid shit. He was my secret santa, and he’s a shitty fucker. Emory was ok until this secret santa shit came up, then I saw a different side to him. I can’t really explain it in words, you know? He was just… fuck… I think the two of them were playing me. Fucking with me.
Good! That’s good. Noel seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders. Hopefully he wakes up and sees Emory for the little shit that he truly is, and everything will work out. Yeah, I know, love, but it’ll be ok. In the meantime, you can always vent to me.
Have you gotten into much trouble since you came, though? I mean obviously for the weed thing, but that was ages ago
I'm sorry for that shit, Aria, really. And you were a great SS for me-- I actually have a present for you and I was gonna wait until I see you again to give it to you in person, but we never got the time
His life, his choices But I hope he knows he's got this asshole watching out for him if anybody tries anything funny.