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Enzo Giannelli || 24 || Student It's family first and family last if you are living out of sense of obligation, you are a slave  and family by and by

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alxhrdy‌:

          “huh?” he yanks an earbud out of his ear at the sound of someone speaking to him, warm eyes going wide and interested as alex turns to look at the other with a mild smile. “sorry, i - repeat that? couldn’t hear you.” the sound of moody music filters through the earbud dangling from the cord and they fumble with their phone in an effort to pause it - it’s only polite, after not paying any attention to what was going on around them a few moments ago.

Stomach growling, Enzo sighed. It had been hours and his enthusiasm for the survey wasn’t increasing “I’ll sum it up for you” Holding up his phone as his pitch’s prop, he clicked from app to app to show the police’s newly launched media“Do you have social media? Please follow the police department on every form you have. I have been standing outside of this store all day and the food smells amazing. So, whether you say yes or no, I’m gonna count it as my quota of positive responses and get a burger” realizing that may not have been the best way to get his point across, he laughed softly “I’m sorry it’s been a long day, and my dad is really excited about this”

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aliricci‌:

he was on his way into the entrance of the store when he caught sight of a familiar face & was about to approach him to say hi, but before he could open his mouth, the other beat him to it. “ uh, no i’ve never heard of this social media. “ alistair teased. he definitely used multiple platforms on social media & was about ninety-nine percent sure he wouldn’t of asked that question if he looked up from the phone in his hand & saw who he was talking to. titling his head slightly to the side, he shrugged his shoulders once. there wasn’t anywhere he was rushing off to so he figured he could stick around long enough to hear out the offer. “ what kind of services are we talking about ? “ 

Not expecting to ever hear from someone who truly still did not know what social media was, Enzo’s face, laced with confusion, finally looked up from his phone only to see Alistair’s face. He shook his head “You’d be surprised. One guy asked if linkedin counted, and before you say anything I refuse to believe the memes that fill twitter are in the same ballpark as jobs” he laughed “To preface, because it’s been a long day, not groceries, not porn, and not a dating service. It’s a simple twitter that posts community happenings and emergencies with 24/7, instant response online chatting” He sighed, finishing his rehearsed spiel “My dad is making me stand out here and do this. Please follow it on the social media I know you have, so at least one person did. I’ll be indebted to you”

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andreacxsta‌:

Andi was exhausted, running on a few hours of sleep, hadn’t seen a shower in over a day, and had the general appearance of parent-with-a-young-one and as such, could only blink slightly as a voice popped up. Their feet stopped and they glanced up to double-check they were, in fact, approaching the right store and then moved their gaze to either side to try and place the voice. “What?” they asked finally. “I…” Their eyes moved towards the store again, brow furrowed. “I mean, grocery delivery would be a life-saver.” They offered with a little shrug. “Does that work?” 

Enzo could see the exhaust in the other’s eyes. His almost non-existing enthusiasm was replaced with the guilt he felt for bothering the other “Um, unfortunately no, but there are services out there for that, I’m sure of it. My service is a little different” his arm extended out, showing the social platform’s feed on the bright screen “Would you be willing to follow Columbus’s new emergency services account” he forced a small smile on his face since he was doing this for his dad and technically it was his job no matter how he felt about the idea “It might save some traffic time if you’re concerned with time saving, cool right?” his finger scrolled slowly through the feed’s posts still trying to sell it as best he could before giving a small scuff, allowing himself to finally give up “If you say no, I wouldn’t blame you”

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parkjunssi‌:

grocery shopping has never been a task jun particularly excelled at. even with careful preparation ahead of time, he always ends up wandering the aisles like a lost child, tossing whatever he thinks he might need into the cart. he always ends up spending more money than he needs to, and forgetting about five things he did need. so now jun’s ready, with a written list carefully typed up on his phone. he’s scrolling through it as he walks towards the entrance, so he’s startled when he’s spoken to. “um,” he blanks. “social media? i have a facebook and a linkedin. does that count?” his eyes widen at services. “what kind of services? can i get my groceries delivered to me from my phone?” 

Enzo, realizing he actually got one despite his lackluster performance, looks up at his catch. Perhaps the grocery store was not the place to market a non-grocery idea “You can already have groceries delivered from your phone. You can even have whole meals for you to cook sent to your house, but anyway...” Already the idea was failing. He was not sure it was a foolproof idea from the start, but his father, new to technology, not realizing not everyone enjoyed the vast amounts of data access, insisted on the survey “Would you like an app that allows you to contact officials and important services in Columbus. You could get community happenings, renew your license, or request an ambulance just like that”

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After years and years of standing outside stores badgering people with campaigns and community issues for his family, Enzo had become quite good at quickly reciting his topic and  sending people off before they knew what happened. He told his father this specific survey was better done through the mail or perhaps through the social media accounts he now ran for the police station, but his father insisted this was the best way. “Do you use social media” He wasn’t his best today as he continued to stare at his phone when he felt someone approach the store doors. “How would you like to access services in Columbus in a whole new way?” 

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ophcliahqs‌:

ophelia’s sapphire blue eyes were oddly captivated by the, near empty, crystal glass of the person next to her, neatly held between their thumb and index finger. she idly watched, mentally disconcerting how such a simple thing, merely a combination of chemicals, could elicit such feelings of happiness, followed by sorrow, and an overall dependency, all at once. she spent many nights perched in this same location. here, trying to get nearest to peak inebriation as she could get without suffering from a hangover the following, but that wasn’t the goal tonight. it hadn’t been the goal in quite sometime. still, she let a long island iced tea occupy her thoughts while she scrolled seemingly aimlessly through the email on her phone. footsteps were foreign there, the day of the week causing a lull in business, thus she heard the noise almost immediately. though she was trying her best to look as unapproachable as possible, some poor bar patron clearly hadn’t got the memo. “ please spare me the dialogue. the answer is no. “ she paused, parting her lips to drain the remainder of her drink into her throat, before sighing momentarily.

Enzo had come with a group of his friends from school. It was night, and it was his time to relax and forget the annoyance of keeping up appearances for his dad. Enzo picked a spot he knew wouldn’t be crowded to keep the mood more casual. He had gone innocently to the bar to grab another drink when he saw the familiar face, and felt any alcoholic buzz he had drain from his system. “Ophelia?” his voice low, hoping it wasn’t her. He didn’t like, or allow, his personal and professional life to mix, and with a table full of people who knew him as Gia a few feet away, he could feel a collision coming. The red lipstick stuck to the rim confirmed it for him “Trying to forget a bad case?” the words coming from him quickly, anxiously as he tried to reel back into Enzo’s professionalism. His group wouldn’t notice if he was gone too long, so perhaps if he kept a cool mind, nothing would happen. He calmed himself as he ordered his drink and sat down next to her “I know I like to forget about the hours i spend condensing them into 280 characters for a tweet”

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maxxedovt‌:

maxine had just gotten back from the art store, her reusable cloth bag filled to the brim with supplies leaving her more than a little giddy about starting up a new project. since she currently was unemployed she wanted to get started on a new project as soon as possible, to help bring in some money, but she needed a muse. lately she’s been on a portrait kick picking up anyone who would be willing to sit for a couple hours each day so she could paint them, and people seemed to enjoy her work. it was a win-win in her book; turning to the nearest person, with a big grin (very friendly one) she spoke, “would you like to be my muse? it’ll only take a couple hours out of your day for maybe a week?”

With a glimpse over his shoulder, Enzo realized she was indeed talking to him. He was in his day clothes, his professional wear, he was Enzo right now, and knew he didn’t look like anything special or unique. Maybe she knew him as Gia or maybe she could just tell there was something else in him. Maybe he was overthinking the whole situation. “Um...” he sputtered realizing the time going by was quickly become an awkward length. “Can you do nights?” It wasn’t a question of whether he would do it, he understood the need for musing and wasn’t going to get in the way of an artist’s inspiration. It was more so he knew he’d be more comfortable in the situation by keeping it to his more personal life, to Gia. “Which I guess is my way of saying yes. I’m Gia”

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minrhee‌:

   he’s lost in thought and looking into mid-distance, unaware that his gaze is in fact fixed on someone else until he snaps out of the haze clouding his mind. ❝ sorry, ❞ he apologizes immediately, not knowing how long he’s been unintentionally staring at the other individual. he diverts his eyes, and red tints his cheeks. ❝ i lost my glasses in the waves earlier today, and i hadn’t gotten the time to get home to grab my spare pair. i definitely hadn’t meant to be staring. ❞ a rueful smile accompanies his explanation.

Enzo’s lips had just opened to break the stare between the men when the other voiced his own clarification, he sighed “Oh thank god. I was starting to go down a weird path of questioning myself. I went from wondering if I had stolen your order, to did I have something on my face, to if I knew you, to if you were the guy I bumped into this morning and you had decided to stalk me for revenge” Enzo smiled as he looked around the busy bakery, the sweet smell of freshly baked treats and gentle chatter filling the air. “Since I’ve escaped having a stalker, do you want to take the empty chair across from me?”

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hey y’all, i’m mo and i can’t wait to rp with you all. it’s been a minute since my last a/b/o rp, and i’m excited to be in one again!

anyway enzo’s bio is here, but I have some quick bullet under the cut. I won’t be able to get on until tomorrow, but pleeeease feel free to hit me up with some plots! 

he’s 24

a current grad student at the local college

he also helps his dad, the police chief, with building a social media presence for local emergency responses 

he’s extremely loyal to his family- ie why he agreed to help his dad

he does not mix his personal life with his family/professional life 

in his personal life he’s assumed the identity of “gia”

if you combine the last two... if he met you as gia he will not acknowledge the former meeting as enzo and reintroduce himself as enzo 

despite that he’s relatively easy going, but likes to stay on task

as gia he’s a bit more expressive, but overall still a bit imaginative 

he’ll tell you what you want to hear and what you don’t want to hear without prompt

he thinks he can wave a heavy hand when he wants to but it just comes off a bit dorkish

he’s also much much more that i’m sure i’m not saying :)

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