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{ Rock’s Attire - Hunt Holiday Party ♪ }
pumpkin! | closed
•。 ✩ Rock reminisced to his childhood when he and his parents would spend time together before Halloween carving pumpkins. As a young boy, he was enthralled with the mess that came with the craft - the guts of the pumpkin and seeds all over his hands. It was an effort on his parents’ behalf to prevent him from eating too much of their creations, but he was, indeed, a growing boy; nonetheless, it was a moment in time when he remembered pure and unadulterated happiness.
He wished he had someone like that to carve pumpkins with him now, but maybe it was time to grow up. Rock was an adult - and as an adult, he should be looking forward to the next Halloween party!
the candy shop | closed
•。 ✩ On his bed, the poor lad groaned and moaned in despair as he felt depleted like a battery - lifeless and unable to move any longer. Rock stared at the ceiling as he rubbed his stomach with his hand, contemplating what it was he exactly craved. At any given moment in time, the man was wishing for something to eat; it had become a part of his character. Nevertheless, he could not muster the motivation to go out and get something - and worse yet, his refrigerator remained empty.
He started to think of Halloween. “Only if someone could take me to the candy shop,” the blond sighed, “I could lick a lollipop...” The mere word was enough to bring a tear to his eye.
ACTIVITY CHECK ✩ 07.11.20 ✩
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[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.
Expenses:
[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.
New Balance: 15,500G
Beach Day on Leuda
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fear not | rosierock
thefairestrose·:
“Secret admirer?” Rosalind snorted, “That’s rich.” She rolled her eyes, falling back into their usual banter once the shock of Rock being the person supposed to assist her in an arguably dangerous forest. Walking ahead she glanced back briefly, “No. I suppose you haven’t.” Rosalind admitted, “Although I’m not sure you could do me wrong even if you wanted to.” She looked away again, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “It’s fine. I know how hard it is to not want to please me.”
As the docks approached she procured two tickets from her bag, falling back to walk in step with Rock, handing him one of the tickets. “I’m sure you remember that we’re going to Fugue Forest, on Arcadia.” She paused for a moment, “We won’t go in too deep.” She lightly elbowed the boy, “I was looking for someone who could fight, but what are the odds something will happen? I’ll find the ingredients I want and we’ll be out in no time. If you’re not too much of a pest I’ll even buy you lunch.”
As they stepped onto the boat Rosalind pondered his question, before taking a seat. They hadn’t been able to cure her mother, and her illness had started with a cold. Maybe that was why.
Resisting a sigh Rosalind turned her gaze to the ocean, “Anyone can cure a big illness.” She explained, “I want to cure the one thing we all have no choice but to deal with our entire lives. You know how bad that stuffy nose can be. Imagine if we never had to deal with it again? That’s the world I want to live in.”
•。 ✩ “Who can say no to lunch? ♪” Rock laughed brightly, pumping a victorious fist into the air as the sound of their footsteps together switched from the boarding dock to the deck of the boat. “You’ll be impressed even more than usual with how I am able to deescalate tense situations,” he hyped himself up while the two of them walked side by side, with the support of hand gestures to paint the scene, “because you of all people should know how chill I am. We all know that I’m about peace - it’s just a part of my nature that everyone can just be themselves around me. Why fight - humans or not - when we can get along instead?” He bridged the conversation on an earnest note - his pacifism was something that he advocated for across the islands in the most inconspicuous of ways; nevertheless, the blond was quick to change the beat of their tone back to something more uplifting with another comment about their upcoming adventure - until she found them a seat on the boat.
And what came next was a revelation to a side of her that he did not see often - gaining a glimpse into what was truly on the other side of the façade of her banter and playful jabs; Rock listened closely, hanging on each and every word - watching how her eyes twinkled as the words came so effortlessly off the tongue.
He nodded - lost in thought of what he wished to say about her dreams and endeavors.
[ To Be Continued on Discord ]
ACTIVITY CHECK ✩ 06.27.20 ✩
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[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.
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[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.
New Balance: 15,000G
trashcanpamblr·:
mireony | rock & pam
Pam was a little stunned by Rock’s personality being practically unchanged compared to his personality at the Masquerade. Compared to him, she was as shy as a snail, or some other shelled creature. She wasn’t one to usually talk to strangers, or at least not while she was sober. But Rock had this unique character that encouraged her to keep talking, and she didn’t mind it one bit. “Well, I’m very glad the rent isn’t all that bad.” She said frankly. It was true, compared to some of the apartments in the better districts, this place was a steal. “Although, someone is offering to let me stay in their house as a roommate for a while, which would be no rent at all.” And indeed, she was on track to moving into that new house. And that offer to spend time with him? She’d be plenty happy to take him up on it. It’d be better than her other nights, for sure. “I’m just sort of thinking about what to do now that my day’s done. I’d be more than glad to hang out for a bit!” She spoke that last part with a heap of renewed confidence. This’d be an interesting day, to say the least.
•。 ✩ “Oh, yeah? Moving on to bigger and better things?” Rock laughed light-heartedly, though the idea of no longer paying rent was an enticing idea to him; nevertheless, he appreciated what he had here and had no desire to move away - after all, it was not like he had the means or connections to go somewhere else at the moment. “I get you, though. It was nice here while it lasted, right? It’ll be more fun with a roommate - for sure.” Sometimes, he wished he had a roommate so that his nights in the apartment were not so lonely - but he learned to grow accustomed to it by now; that is to say, however, that he ended up crashing at his own place, to begin with.
“Alright!” He cheered for the new company, gesturing for her to follow him down the hall and out of the building. “Tell me - what is it you like to do for fun? What helps you unwind?”
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night is young | rock & sebastian
Sebastian had felt relief from finally being able to return home. It’s not that he had a bad day necessarily but there was also a limit to how much socializing he could handle. The male just needed time a little more time than the average person to himself. He was running low on energy, the idea of lazing around or even relaxing and playing one of his favorite games sounded like the best kind of way to recharge his battery right now. He had been starting to walk up the stairs when the sight the blonde entered his view.
Now… that was someone he hadn’t been expecting to see. He’d find Rock sleeping in public areas so he was mildly confused as to what he was doing in this complex– Did he… actually have an apartment? Sebastian always assumed he didn’t… but it’s good to see he wasn’t as in trouble as he imagined. “Uh…”
“Chill?” He wasn’t sure if their definition of chill was the same. He knew Rock lived a different life than him and the way they both carried themselves were extremely different. “I came back from a long shift.” He paused, unsure how to answer. “Depends on what you plan to do? I guess…
•。 ✩ “Oh yeah, man, I feel that.” Rock sighed, lifting his arm to press on the wall next to him - leaning into it as his facial expression switched from enthusiasm to exhaustion. He agreed with his sentiment that work can definitely be tiring; from walking around the grounds of the park to testing the effectiveness of various napping areas on benches and under trees - by the end of the day, he can be absolutely whipped - but, he knew that a night out on the town was just what he needed. His hair may be blond, but he understood that him and Sebastian had polarizing personalities - but if that prevented them from getting along, then what is it to say that this evening isn’t just what he needs?
“C’mon, Sebastian. What’s the fun in having a plan? Life is all about going by the seat of our pants. You won’t regret it; besides, it’s always better to have a partner in crime. ✩”
{ Rock’s Attire - Beach Day ♪ }
•。 ✩ Rock may have been one of the hottest - if not the one - people in the archipelago, but truth be told, he did not have a wide variety of clothing in his wardrobe; if the outfit works, then don’t change it - was his philosophy. He knew, though, that his signature outfit would not be appropriate for Beach Day - it was going to be hot, and not because of the weather - but because today, he was going to be showing skin and his body that was to die for. Only one pair of swim trunks made sense for him to wear because...
“The green complements my eyes. ✩” He told himself confidently in the mirror.
ACTIVITY CHECK ✩ 06.13.20 ✩
Profit:
[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.
Expenses:
[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.
New Balance: 14,500G
trashcanpamblr·:
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mireony | rock & pam
Pam had only a distant memory of her time in the Masquerade Ball, as it was over so quick and she had a little too much to drink that night. She did manage to finish obtaining enough water to splash every soul in the dining hall, but she had no way of dumping it on anyone, and so she just left it there to baffle the owners. But she did meet two people, or rather, accomplices, who she enjoyed the company of. And now, one of her accomplices is right here with her! She could only assume he lived in this apartment complex, but nonetheless she was utterly amazed that he could recognize her. “Oh, uh, hey there, Rock! I was known as Ol’ Ben, but you can probably tell that wasn’t my real name. I’m Pam.” She stuck out her hand to greet this fellow, trying to match that confidence she had as Ben. “I’m doing quite well, thank you!”
•。 ✩ “Nice to meet you, Pam. ♪” Rock reciprocated the formality without missing a beat; it was amazing how - aside from just who he was as a legendary individual - he can effortlessly converse with others as if he has known them for a long time. With Pam, it was no different - especially considering the evident age gap between them; nonetheless, he gained a glimpse into who she was at the Masquerade Ball that night - and he thought that she was a good time.
“You live here too? Isn’t it awesome? ✩” He smirked confidently with a hint of playfulness behind his words, albeit he was sincere about his feelings toward the complex; certainly, it had its qualms, but he enjoyed living here - the rent was cheap, and ultimately, that was what mattered. “What are you up to now? Wanna hang out?”
mireony | rock & pam
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•。 ✩ To be honest, Rock did not think back very much on the Masquerade Ball; it was unspectacular, albeit he did meet one person in particular who had sparked his interest - but one thing led to another and he had lost them amongst the crowd. At the end of the evening, he expected the true identity of the mysterious person to be revealed - but he merely gained a glimpse of them until the hors d’oeuvres ultimately captivated his attention. It was a piece of his curiosity that he placed on the back burner of his mind until he was walking in the hallway of his apartment complex and - coincidentally - encountered a familiar face.
“Oh, hey!” The blond smiled wide and held his hands out at either side of him, genuinely surprised to have remembered the woman from what felt like so long ago. “Remember me? Jonas? My real name is Rock. How’s it going? ♪”
ACTIVITY CHECK ✩ 05.30.20 ✩
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[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.
Expenses:
[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.
New Balance: 14,000G
fear not | rosierock
thefairestrose·:
Describing the beautiful, white flowered blossoming tree in the park had been the finishing touches of Rosalind’s arrangement with the gentleman on the other side of the phone, third bench from the gate, and if she did say so herself, one of the most picturesque spots in the Spring.
The heiress arrived early, leafing through her book of herbs and marking the pages of the specific ones she wanted with a pen - A pen that looked like a quill, for the drama, of course. She’d admit that her research had fallen to the wayside in recent months, with her increased responsibilities at her jobs, but she was determined to get back into the search for the cure. If anyone could juggle working, starting up a political organisation and scientific research whilst looking flawless it was her.
Upon first glance Rosalind was confused. Rock wasn’t scheduled to work that day - she would know - she wrote the schedule, and never wrote him in to work when she wasn’t going to be there at least some of the day. She couldn’t be sure he’d do any work without her pressuring him to. Yeah. That was why. But then… His true purpose was revealed.
“Not at all.” She lied, “I knew it was you the entire time. You’re not very good at faking your voice, Rock.” She let out a high pitched, nervous laugh. “A-Anyway! Hello, Rock. It’s good to see you, rather than a stranger, I know I can trust you.” She settled into a smile, closing her book and standing up, “I’ll credit you for helping me once I find the cure for the common cold. Shall we go?”
•。 ✩ “Yeah, sure you did, Rosalind. No worries! Your secret is safe with me. ♪ How else would you still be able to be one of my secret admirers?” Rock playfully teased her, following her squeaky laughter with a chuckle of his own - devious yet genuinely humored by how much she refused to accept the truth. After working under her supervision for quite some time, he paid close attention to her intricacies and learned how to push her buttons - an unlikely experience for her in a realm of wealth and riches that held her high on a pedestal; honestly, though, he finished his laughter with a smile on his face - it was absolutely adorable how she stammered in his presence. His impact knew no leaps nor bounds.
“Of course, you can trust me! Have I ever done you wrong before?” He winked, turning on his heel in the opposing direction - waiting for her to walk ahead and take lead for wherever in the world they were going. To be fair, he had already forgotten the basics of the request - and it certainly did not help that his stomach grumbled quietly with hunger; nevertheless, she needed her prince to be there for her, and that he would most definitely be. “Let’s go. ✩”
“What is it,” he followed his eagerness with a question, “about the common cold you want to find a cure for? If it’s common, does it really need a cure? What about finding the cure for a big, brutal disease or something? I’m still here for it, though!-- because who knows, I could be your remedy.~”
Magnus arrived early to the masquerade, slightly uncomfortable in his new appearance. It was strange not recognising anybody and knowing that nobody would recognise him. But it was certainly an opportunity to get to know people without any surface level assumptions. The room was quiet with not m...
This is the recording doc for the Spring Masquerade! If you participated, please reblog for a point of activity!
ACTIVITY CHECK ✩ 05.16.20 ✩
[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at de Sainte-Coquille Park. [ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.
New Balance: 13,500G