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@dialdrvnks
dialdrvnks a dependent roleplay blog for arconiafm as loved by maeve !
⦁ — lorenzo bianchi twenty5. cis man - he/his. actor. apartment #1201.
⦁ — malcolm wright thirty4. cis man - he/his. architect. apartment #1204.
⦁ — reagan mcnamara thirty7. demi man - he/they. actor. penthouse #1402.
⦁ — roman villanueva twenty7. male aligned non-binary - he/they. occasional task rabbit. apartment #1102.
open starter; random location in the arconia
"Have you seen a black cat?" It was ironic that the one thing she couldn't ever find was her closest confidante: her cat Blair. One would think that an escape artist cat would be the perfect companion for someone who never had issues with finding lost things but Blair managed to sneak out of her apartment as well as under Miray's radar. "Or just a moving shadow?" Miray looked at them hopefully, her normally calm disposition ruffled.
"i am afraid i have not," the concern washes over reagan almost immediately, their mind quickly turning to their own cats and what they would do were they to get lost. "what is your cats name?" they take pause, not wanting to cause any sort of panic. "i will help you look." never mind the fact that they had a million things on their schedule - this was far more important.
location: apartment no. 1204 participants: malcolm wright & elias ruiz-osman ( @ofopalites )
"that's not how-" malcolm opted to take a swig of his beer instead of finishing the rest of his sentence. eli would figure out that the two pieces didn't fit together, or so he hoped. had it been anyone else ... well they wouldn't even be touching his legos. so the fact that he wasn't just letting elias help him with his set but allowing him to do so without strictly following the instructions just meant he clearly cared for his friend. "we don't have to do this you know, i'm sure it's not how you planned to spend your friday night."
He barely makes the elevator, a fact that annoys Liam to no end. For someone that likes to be punctual, running behind is the absolute worst feeling. But it's not like he can rush cats and getting them to cooperate, so here he is rushing to get back to his apartment before the overstimulation settles too deep into his being. "Fifth floor, unless you want the ride to yourself." But then the doors are closing and the elevator's rising, so there goes that idea. "I don't think pushing the button repeatedly makes it go any faster." The statement is unnecessary, most people know that without it needing to be pointed out, but it's the only thing Liam can think of to say.
as much as lorenzo would have preferred a solitary elevator ride, he has to admit that watching liam barely make the elevator is rather assuming. that being said, he manages to hide said amusement not that it's a particularly difficult task. he'd always been good when it comes to concealing his emotions, for whatever it's worth. it's probably not something he should get in the habit of doing, not that he's going to spend much time thinking about it. "well, i suppose it's too late now," he remarks, his brow slightly furrowed, "i'm aware. i like to press the button," he shrugs.
his question is loaded but she cant help but smile at his joke. it really is just another day and yet? she's bothered. or maybe sad, she doesn't know. "just.. not having the best luck in love, i guess. but, it's my own fault. i -- ran away from something good." she frowns, stabbing her cake.
unlike most people, lorenzo seemed to take comfort in the fact that he was a cynic. or maybe, he just wasn't afraid to outwardly express it. granted, he wasn't in the habit of thinking about other people. sue him. "that's unfortunate," his brow furrowed as he responds, not sure how else he's meant to respond. "have you tried wine? i hear it helps with forgetting."
( ↻ ) it’s luck that as soon as she steps through arconia’s doors, she sees the elevator doors open. teagan quickly makes her way, nonchalantly sliding through the elevator’s entrance before the doors close. could she have waited ? sure. but it’s not like she had to make a break for it. the timing just worked out. “ yes, ” lips curl up into a courteous smile. “ excuse me, ” she steps around lorenzo to press the button for the eighth floor and moves back. “ you look like your day’s been riddled with minor inconveniences, ” the actress will joke, readjusting the straps of her totes so that they rest comfortably on her shoulders.
was lorenzo thrilled that teagan had immediately clocked him? not particularly, though his neutral expression said otherwise. he is, however, slightly impressed. but then he'd put a heavy emphasis on the word slightly, because if he thinks about it it's probably not that difficult to figure out ... "maybe it has," he offers up a vague response and shrug of his shoulders as he shoves his hands into his pockets before leaning against the wall of the elevator. "has yours been good?" he's not entirely sure why he asked, it's not like he cares.
lingers just a few steps back, thumbing through his phone without actually seeing the screen, gaze cutting sideways to watch the guy’s fingers go to work on the ‘up’ button. over and over and over again. like the extra effort might make it come any quicker. only pockets his phone when the doors finally open with a little chime and steps inside, shoulders loose, quiet about it. presses seven, once, (because that’s how buttons work!), and leans back, arms crossing over his chest. blue eyes drift to the glowing twelve, then back to the other. (apparently ace is just a personal inconvenience to this guy). “what gave it away, the part where i walked in?”
lorenzo knew that repeatedly pressing the button wouldn't make the door close any faster but it felt nice, in a way. he supposed it might count as some form of stress relief, though he didn't care enough to put much thought into it. that was nothing new. he doesn't bother hiding his annoyance as he takes a step back, hands gently gripping the bar behind him. "hilarious," he responds, the corners of his lips turned upward into a faint smile. "if you must know, i'm a psychic," his expression remaining somewhat jovial, which for lorenzo isn't much.
honestly, eliza was exhausted —- her son was with her parents for the night since the two were in town, she was lucky enough to get a break. it seemed that her shift at the yoga studio had ran later than anticipated so she doesn’t have much time to sink into the tub until she gets too tired — which means, running for the elevator. her hand just catches the door before it fully closes and she hums, nodding. “yep,” quiet, a peak toward the other. “you okay?”
"what floor?" lorenzo doesn't mean to come off so blunt, but at the same time he does little to prevent it. he hadn't thought it was something he would actually need to ask but there he was ... he needed to get better at not making any assumptions it seemed. that would be a problem for another time, when he wasn't in an elevator. "i'm fine," his brow furrowed. why would she ask such a question?
after getting off work, layla spent her free time grabbing groceries. sure, she could have ordered them online and have them delivered, but it was nice to go out and be surrounded by others who weren't her roommates. plus, she wanted to pickout the produce herself rather than rely on someone who may grab anything they first lay their eyes on. once she noticed the elevator opening, she rushed to be inside before placing multiple bags down an catching her breath. “6th please,” she spoke in between gasps.
lorenzo arches an eyebrow as he watches layla break into what can only be described as a sprint in her attempt to catch the elevator before doors closed. if only it had been a tad faster ... "right, sixth," he repeats, jabbing the button with his thumb as he takes a step back to make more room for layla and her bags.
( damson idris, cis man, he/his ) ✧ ⸻ was that MALCOLM WRIGHT walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to #1204 from SCARSDALE, NEW YORK. the THIRTY FOUR year old works as an ARCHITECT seems like they’d be CREATIVE but also a little bit COCKY. whenever i see MALCOLM, i always think of A HANDCRAFTED LEATHER BRIEF CASE, A BRIGHT YELLOW BAG FROM THE LEGO STORE, A CHARMING SMILE.
( jonathan bailey, demi man, he/they ) ✧ ⸻ was that REAGAN MCNAMARA walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to #1402 from LONDON, ENGLAND. the THIRTY SEVEN year old works as an ACTOR seems like they’d be CHARISMATIC but also a little bit DELUSIONAL. whenever i see REAGAN, i always think of AN OBNOXIOUS SIGH FOLLOWED BY A DRAMATIC EYE ROLL, A GLASS OF RED WINE, LOUNGING ON A CHAISE.
✱ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : 0/5 , open. ✱ 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 : the blossom bar, speed dating.
★ ˖ ⊹ speed dating was, in hasan’s opinion, a complete joke. he sat cramped at a table that felt built for children, one arm slung over the back of his chair, fingers drumming against the wood in open irritation. he barely looked at the person across from him at first, jaw tight, eyes wandering the room like he’d rather be anywhere else.
finally, he glanced back, letting his gaze rake over them in a blunt, unapologetic once-over. “sorry,” he said flatly, not sounding sorry at all. he leaned back, taking up space, expression already bored. “you’re not my type. i mean… look at me, then look at you.” a small, dismissive shrug. “i’m a pro football player. someone like you—” he huffed a quiet breath, already looking past them. “you’re just not in my league.”
speed dating really wasn't malcolm's idea of fun, nor was it ever something he'd really considered doing. hell, he was only there because he'd made a promise to accompany a friend. needless to say, he hadn't been taking it seriously. until he sat dwon across from hasan, and even then he still wasn't serious. he just found the other man to be attractive. though, his eyes do narrow considerably once the other man starts to speak. he could've sunk to the other's level, he could've traded insult with insult, but he opted against either option - instead letting out a laugh. "right, message received," he commented as he settled back in his seat, taking a sip of his drink.
location: everett and roman's apartment status: closed for @dialdrvnks
everett’s shift starts later in the day for once, meaning he’s free to make himself and his cousin breakfast. he’s not a huge breakfast person but one of the big three meals of the day or whatever the kellogg commercials spouted when he was a child. plus, he knows if he doesn’t offer roman breakfast, he’ll probably end up eating garbage. he’s nearly done with their pancakes and eggs when he calls out, “roman, wake up! it’s already 10am! you have to be a productive member of society today!” not really. everett doesn’t care much what roman gets up to so long as he isn’t having to bail him out of jail or answer calls from emergency rooms. he doesn’t hear any stirring for a moment and, as he plates their food, calls out again, “roman!”
if there was one thing that anyone should know about roman villanueva it was that they were not a morning person. everett, out of all people would know that. and yet, his cousin seemed insistent on waking him up at the ass crack of dawn. a scowl appearing on roman's face as he appeared in the kitchen, "calm down," he grumbled as he took a seat at the counter. "is there a reason you've woken me up so early?"
location: the elevator status: open to anyone !
"come on," lorenzo essentially whined as he repeatedly jammed his finger into the up bottom, casting a brief glance at the empty lobby. a rarity, he'd come to realize in his short time at the arconia - and definitely one he treasured. almost as much as he treasured a solitary elevator ride. of course, it didn't seem like he'd be so lucky as to experience both back to back, not with the elevator taking so long. "finally," he muttered as the elevator arrived, his hand already outstretched to press the close door button when someone follows him in. "going up?" he asks, trying to hide his annoyance as he jabs the button for the twelve floor.
WHO; vera + your muse !!
WHERE; the residents lounge !
PUT IN EFFORT, VERA. and she had, she’d decorated the store, she’d put up the signs, her stupid temporary heart shaped tattoos dawned her face her entire shift until someone had come in to release her from the nightmare that was valentine’s day, and the first place she’d gone was the lounge. a slice of chocolate cake is stolen from the baked goods cart and she flops down in a seat, outfit still present as she takes a heavy bite. “tell me you hate this hell day as much as me.”
lorenzo hadn't planned on interacting with anyone, but vera's question had caught his attention. hell, it'd even managed to bring a smile to his face. "let's see, do i have a problem with this random saturday in february?" he cocked his head to the side, "the answer would be no. do i have a problem with this completely commercialized holiday? well yes," he laughs, clearly more than a little amused with his response. "why do you hate it?"
[ ✽ ] 𓏹 STARTER open to @dialdrvnks . [ ✽ ] 𓏹 LOCATION outside of the queens ink .
THE SMELL OF COFFEE-SCENTED TOBACCO permeates the air between them, the smoke enveloping them like a gentle white blanket as they simply bask in each other’s company. however, dylan has never liked quiet that much, she often grows restless in the face of it, so it doesn’t take much for her to start talking. “ i have new flashes, did i tell you ? ” they ask between puffs of smoke. “ i made a bunch of them during the blizzard, i thought i would die trapped in my apartment for days, but i managed and in my panic i ended up with a fuckton of new designs. ” she laughs to herself, the reminiscence of those terrible days now behind making her feel ridiculous — how could she lose her mind so much over something that now seemed so small ? “ wanna see them ? ” their eyebrows wiggle with the question. “ maybe you’ll get excited and choose one for yourself, even. ”
"you did not," roman shakes their head to further drive home the point that dylan hadn't mentioned the flashes. not that it mattered, they weren't mad or anything. taking a puff of their vape, they allowed a smile to settle across their face. it was nice to spend time with dylan, they couldn't remember the last time that they had. then, it probably hadn't been that long - they always had a pretty shitty memory. "no shit? i can confidently say i wasn't even remotely productive during the blizzard, i helped ev with maybe five pieces of a puzzle?" they shrugged, "well duh, the day i say no to that question is the day someone needs to take me to get my head examined," roman let out a loud laugh.
( evan mock, male aligned non-binary, he/they ) ✧ ⸻ was that ROMAN VILLANUEVA walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to #1102 from NEW YORK CITY. the TWENTY SEVEN year old works as a TASK RABBIT (USUALLY WHEN HE JUST NEEDS EXTRA CASH) seems like they’d be KIND but also a little bit INDULGENT. whenever i see ROMAN, i always think of BRIGHT PINK HAIR, THE SCENT OF AXE BODY SPRAY, HEARING “WATCH OUT” BEFORE SOMEONE HURTLES PAST YOU ON A SKATEBOARD.
