—— spotted at the met steps, RICHELLE ‘RICKY’ BAMFORD, most likely listening to CHERRYBOMB BY THE RUNAWAYS with her airpods pro. the TWENTY THREE year old gained quite a reputation, known to be QUICK-TEMPERED yet DARING to anyone who knows her. you’ll easily spot her when you hear about BUSTED KNEES, EMPTY CIGARETTE BOXES, RIPPED FISHNETS and BOTTOM SHELF VODKA STRAIGHT FROM THE BOTTLE, followed by AXE BODY SPRAY. latest nepoupdates article talks about RICHELLE SPRAY PAINTING ‘EAT THE RICH’ THE GOLF COURSE, but i guess any reputation is good reputation. [ PINTEREST! ]
richelle was born to a up and coming model and a man that had too much money for his own good. her parents’ relationship was a disaster, and before long, so was she.
she hated everything the woman that birthed her stood for, and father too, though she didn’t have to deal with him very much after her fourth birthday. she was so caught up in first world problems and staying beautiful to realize there were far more important things out there, and at first, ricky began to rebel – starting with refusing to answer to her given name, since it pissed her mother off so bad.
what started out as hanging with crowds of people she knew her parents would never approve of for the hell of it, turned into realizing for the first time in her life, she fit in.
ricky despised the events she was taken to growing up, forced to dress up and interact with spoiled brats while her mother flirted with people that acted famous despite being talentless no names – in her words, anyway.
though she did take money for granted, and never had to want for a thing in her life, she never wanted anything expensive. she didn’t care about getting a shiny new car for her sixteenth birthday, she would have preferred a beat up old rust bucket that at least had personality. the only thing she blew money on was clothes, which she preferred to get at the thrift store, and whatever could get her wasted enough to forget who she was momentarily.
she had the time of her life in her teenage years, going from one extreme to the other. most of her time was spent ditching school, sneaking out to parties, drinking too much, getting into fist fights, jumping fences, graffitiing the police station and so on, and though she’s calmed down some as an adult… she’s never shaken any of those bad habits.
she recognizes that she could do more for people that aren’t as well off, but honestly, she’d rather complain about everyone else not doing enough. not to say she doesn’t donate a chunk of money to charity whenever she can. the main problem is, getting her parents to hand over cash with no strings attached rather than showering her with materialistic gifts to buy her love, is almost more trouble than it’s worth.
additional note: if you call her richelle, you better run.
library bustling , slow approach . " i didn't know you were a fan of philosophical existentialism , " gesturing towards the book signing taking place .
Ricky narrowed their eyes at them, almost offended by his comment ; though she would have to admit she hadn't actually read the book. ❝ Why, do I look boring? ❞
“ yeah, hello? hi. there’s a giant mutant rat the size of a small human child on the corner of bond street off bowery. ” robbie stands in front of ricky, staring down at her blankly, pretending to talk to some kind of pest termination services on his phone that’s obviously out of battery. “ not dangerous but clinically unwell. ” prods the side of her arm with his foot. “ actually, scrap that. definitely a harm to society, she’ll need to be put down, for sure. ”
❝ Hilarious, ❞ Ricky spoke dryly, but could she really complain? She'd been called worse than a giant mutant rat. ❝ I don't disagree with you, but truly, society is much more of a harm than I could ever be. ❞ Her whole fuck the system attitude showing its head. Sitting up to look at him, she tilted her head. ❝ Don't you ever feel like lying down on a dirty sidewalk to complain about life? ❞
al , someone who often had a skip and hop in her step , seemed to just dawdle when she reached the other . they didn't really hang out but that never stopped her … a friend of the world . literally . she peers down at the woman , brown eyes warm as she bends over just slightly to peer further , " and yet it keeps on coming and coming … " she's teasing , a laugh pressed inside her chest like a fluttering butterfly as she reaches her hand out , " need a hand down there ? unless you're just cloud gazing … i don't want to ruin the fun . "
❝ So they say, ❞ Ricky agreed, not quite smiling, but her expression lightening a little when she saw the kind face staring down at her. She could be dealing with much worse. ❝ Not gazing. Just contemplating life. ❞ Or dwelling over it, and all of her stupid little petty problems. She bit back a heavy sigh, deciding after a short moment to take the hand and sit up. ❝ You didn't have to stop, you know. No one would judge you too harshly. ❞
prada loafer covered feet come to halt just two feet from femme on the ground , head tilting curiously . " you're on the sidewalk ... in new york ? " drops into crouch , and slightly hugs knees to chest . " i mean , that's kinda obvious , but the sidewalk is kind of a gross place to have an existential crisis . " offers hand for other to take . " how about we contemplate our lives in a starbucks ... or better yet , let's go to tiffany's ! "
It was nice that she was offering, but Ricky felt her mouth drawing up as soon as Starbucks was mentioned. She was the type to go out of her way to try coffee from a local shop, and insist, even if it was absolutely disgusting, it was so much better, just to avoid being seen with the masses. ❝ Do I look like I shop at Tiffany's? ❞ was all that she asked at first, praying the answer was a hard no.
his steps immediately halted. damon wasn't sure why. he could've easily stepped over her and continued on his day, and her words certainly made him reconsider, but the sight had taken him slightly aback. he crossed his arms. ❝ tragic. ❞ he deadpanned. not sympathetic but better than the cry me a river that crossed his mind. ❝ you do know how filthy these streets are. ❞
❝ I'm not licking them, ❞ Ricky stated, he had a point, but she didn't care too much. If you asked her, doorknobs were probably just as bad, and she touched way too many of those a day. She was used to dirt under her fingernails, on her clothes. If just a way to get back at her mother, not being pristine and proper. ❝ You think a little sidewalk crust is going to kill me? I'd like to see it try. ❞
❝ you're blocking the entryway to the complex though, babes. ❞ kahlil was hardly known for his tact. feet shifting side to side momentarily as he watched her for a moment, unwavering, unmoving. ❝ at least scoot over then, i'm pretty well attuned with the existential crisis genre of dread. been through a lot of breakups, we can lament as a unit. it'll be romantic, in a platonic kind of way. ❞
sliding his headphones down to hang around his neck, san pats down his trouser pockets out of habit. “ i’m really sorry but i don’t have any cash. ” there’s an overwhelming desire to help which has always been there since he was a child. clearly he’d missed what she said. “ do you want any food? or maybe something to drink? ” hopefully not a drink drink so he adds, “ like some water? ”
❝ Did you just mistake me for a panhandler? ❞ Ricky asked, bluntly, the absurdity of her asking for cash enough to bring her out of her self loathing. Temporarily. ❝ I live in a penthouse. ❞ Ew. That sounded like bragging... about a status she despised having. ❝ I mean, my mom does. I live in a shitty apartment by choice. But if you're offering food, a burger actually does sound good. ❞
❝ uh, i wasn't going to, but since you started it... ❞ rina started, trailing off when she realized the absurdity of the situation. was she really speaking to a stranger who was woefully lying on the filthy pavement on the streets of new york? swallowing her concerns, she built up the courage to ask, ❝ a life since what, exactly? ❞
Rina fell right into the trap of questioning. Sitting up with a quiet groan, Ricky placed crossed arms on her knees to stare up at the other. ❝ It all started, ❞ the young woman began, half satirical, half dead serious, wondering how long it would take before she was finding an excuse to leave, ❝ the day I was born... ❞
❝ Don't ask, ❞ Ricky stated, hearing footsteps on the sidewalk headed directly towards where she lay, flat of her back, staring up at the sky with a woe-is-me expression. ❝ It's been a... ❞ Day? Week? Month? Year? Where to begin. ❝ Life, ❞ she said after a momentary pause, heaving an overdramatic sigh, nothing in particular wrong, but she could name a hundred things. ❝ It has been a life. ❞
" yea, " jupiter smiled. " hey–– i'm just saying, it was really good. if you don't like it, i don't know, maybe your taste buds might be off, " he chuckled. " i had two already, " he smiled. " will i get another one before the night ends, P R O B A B L Y . but only time will tell. " jupiter laughed.
❝ Would not be the first time I heard that, ❞ Ricky let out a laugh, most people questioned her taste when it came to... everything. Clothes. Friends. Hobbies. Lovers. It didn't matter to her. It was her life to fuck up. ❝ Just one more? Why not go wild? Isn't that the point of drinking? ❞
# 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 … somewhere in the city
# 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖯 … thursday , 3:43 pm
# 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖦 … @nepofmstarters
with his vintage 35mm analog camera hanging from his neck , joey strolls through the city streets , ever so often halting to capture the essence of life around him . the hustle and bustle of new york city provides the perfect backdrop for his impromptu photo shoot . he pauses , snapping a candid shot of a street performer before noticing [ your muse ] across the street . “ hey , uh , you mind if i ask you to pose for a picture ? you know , just a quick snap , if that’s cool with you . ”
Taking a moment to be sure he was talking to her so not to embarrass herself by answering, a smirk danced across Ricky's features. ❝ Let me guess, you're looking for some sort of cover girl for the good, the bad, and the ugly of New York City? ❞ She raked her fingers through her hair, preparing herself for the upcoming snapshot. She knew her ripped jeans and hand-me-down tee didn't scream stunning, but she didn't care. That was kind of the point. ❝ Go for it. I'll be the bad and ugly. ❞
"i just want to know why the tap water tastes like shit, the sushi is so expensive, and why it's hotter than hell every time i step outside." // @nepofmstarters.
❝ spiked ? ❞ her confusion was genuine. nevaeh knew there was alcohol within the festival, but she could have sworn the truck she got these from hadn't had any alcoholic options. ❝ of course not. ❞ she promised looking back to her and leaning in slightly. ❝ do, do you want it to be ? i'm sure there's a bar around here somewhere i could probably get you a shot or two of something if you really want. ❞
❝ God, ❞ she breathed, ❝ you're impossible. ❞ Ricky made no effort to elaborate as she sipped on the alcoho-free drink — something her body desperately needed, because Lord knows she wasn't going to drink any water. She found Nevaeh sickingly sweet, because she was sure it wasn't genuine. She didn't care to see her any other way. ❝ Next are you going to tell me you're going through this whole thing sober? ❞
# 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 … the first bar you find when you google ‘underground bar new york city’
# 𝖳𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖯 … friday , 9:43 pm
# 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖦 … @nepofmstarters
nia glides through the dimly lit underground bar , drawn to the corner where a vintage arcade machine stood , its flashing lights and nostalgic tunes beckoning to them . with a playful grin , she slides a coin into the slot and turns to [ your muse ] . “ you up for a friendly competition ? loser buys a round of tequila shots ! ”
"You had me at tequila," Ricky remarked, her lips curving into a mischievous smirk. She'd already had one shot too many, but she wasn't about to stop now --- especially not if there was a game involved. "Fair warning, though, I can be a bit of a sore loser when I've been drinking."
