[#IN2ME], OR SOMETHING? ─── aka another roleplay blog, living in the @campusloser universe. written and detested by jj, twenty-five, they/them, eastern standard tz. please do not interact if you're not part of the group! exploring the themes of shedding one's own ego, being born anew, finding your space amongst the stars. mature themes may be present, viewer discretion advised. the cast list currently features:
⁰⁰¹ˑ KENDALL OKORO, SHE/THEY, TWENTY4, FOURTH YR COMMUNICATIONS MAJOR + CAMPUS RADIO, DEBATE CLUB, NEW DIRECTIONS.
⁰⁰²ˑ RORY LOVEGROVE, HE/HIM, TWENTY2, FIRST YR UNDECIDED MAJOR + FILM CLUB, JAZZ ENSEMBLE, SHAKESPEARE SOCIETY.
[ ⟢ ] open starter, capping at 5 replies. ─── at goldie and wyatt's foam party, somewhere amidst the people in conversation near the pool.
he'd gotten the invite, of course; it was hard to avoid it, the inescapable tone that blared against the cold steel of his music stand, catching him off guard enough to blow out a blood vessel while he ran some jazz drills on ol' faithful. at first, he assumed it was an amber alert, or something, ignoring it at first, 'cause what could he do about a that? but, the notifications came, and came, and came... unrelentingly so. and, well, thank god (or whomever you believed in) for not a missing child! unfortunately for him, though, rory had only so much as glanced at it, assuming foam party in big text happened to do with desserts more so than attire, trailing along the lines of marshmallows, mousse (if people got fancy), meringues, all that goodness in the name of celebration! who was he to say no to that? but, here he went, walking in like an idiot in a tee and jeans that'd inevitably stick to him with one big cannonball, forcing him to do some cbt exercises just to rewire the sensory nightmare of wet denim, but hey, at least he wasn't the only one! shoutout to the campus einstein for helping rory feel not like a total idiot.
" no, like, i totally wore this on purpose. 'cause if i get sunburnt, then i'm gonna peel... like, all over the place! skin flakes up the fuckin' wazoo, and that's like... a total biohazard, right? " at least the t-shirt he'd chosen for the day was spirited enough to make up for the lack of skin (if there'd been any desire for it, in the first place, which he highly doubts), akin to a conversation starter than a suggestion— not that's he's particularly celibate, or anything, and definitely not an incel! " what? we're gonna stand here all day 'n talk about my fashion choices? are you my mom? "
(﹙˓ 🎧 ˒﹚) whoa, did you just hear that voice? it's so recognizable that i have no doubt it's rory lovegrove. i don't really know much about them, but i heard they're a twenty two year old undecided major in their first year of study. people say that they're observant and humorous, but rumor has it that they're actually disoriented and uptight, so i guess we'll never know the truth unless you live with them in hummel house. if you ask me, i think i'd describe them as the lost lamb, but their spotify wrapped should say more about them, in which why are sundays so depressing by the strokes, velouria by pixies, and coffee & tv by blur are amongst their most played. but whatever, i wish them luck on their endeavors in jazz ensemble, shakespeare society, film club. i don't know how they have time for all of that, but i can't wait to see how this new school year treats them! ( dominic sessa, cis man and he/him, bisexual ) 𝄞ˎˊ˗
full name. rory benjamin lovegrove. nickname(s). to be determined. age. twenty two. birthdate. august 7th. gender. cis man. pronouns. he/him/his. orientation. bisexual, biromantic. species. human. ethnicity. white american, vaguely scottish. hometown. cambridge, massachusetts, usa. currently living. saint rivera, philadelphia, usa. education level. is really going to uni because he feels like he has to, we'll see where that goes! religion. raised christian but in the sense that they'd only go there for easter and christmas and random cousins' baptisms. spoken language(s). english, just english... smh. occupation. part-time grocery clerk at pillsbury; he thinks they only hired him because he can get things off the top shelf and honestly? fair.
faceclaim. dominic sessa. height. 6ft 3in / 190.50cm. eye color. brown. hair color. dark, chesnut brown. handedness. right handed. piercing(s). none. tattoo(s). a small bart simpson gummy bear on the back of his left thigh, don't ask.
parents. walter lovegrove jr. (father, alive), abigail lovegrove née abrams (mother, alive). sibling(s). none, and unfortunately, you can tell. significant other(s). none, to be determined. other family members. to be determined. other(s) of note. juniper ridley liao (roommate), ransom cassadine (roommate).
[+] likes: being nosy, finding someone else's food in the fridge and acting like it's his own, the crunch of snow or dried leaves under his shoes, shitty romcoms that he denies liking in public but will cry to in private, jazz clubs, sour gummy candy, making eye contact with strangers and thinking about them for the rest of his life, the vibe of retro diners even if the food is mid, romanticizing your life <3, graphic t-shirts.
[–] dislikes: people being nosy with him, having to duck to get under certain doorframes or hitting his head when he doesn't, people who pause in the middle of a busy walkway, having to call his parents weekly, dating apps but he uses them begrudgingly, when you reach under a table or a bench and feel dried gum underneath it, sand... any kind of sand..., the feeling of a wet clothes sticking to his body.
continue on, the story behind it all.
to be written.
headcanons, some extras for the crowd.
lowkey coddled by his parents for his whole life, which is why he can be the most annoying person on the planet. volatile, defensive, sometimes combative but is kind of a wimp and breaks down when someone shows him that energy back.
to go along with that, he was a private school kid... very much a new england lowkey rich individual who went through life with a certain pretension and a brain worm that eats at the brains of northeastern private all boys school kids.
he only is at a university because he feels like he has to, but he's really lost, and almost debilitatingly so. the thought of doing anything but just vibing in life makes him want to break down, but hopefully he gets better soon!
he plays the trumpet, and that's one of the only things he's actually good at. it started as a whim aka he was forced to choose an instrument as a child and absolutely sucked at the clarinet so this was his second choice, but he really likes it!
sometimes reads very pretentious books in public hoping that people will ask him about it (notable examples include: fear and trembling by soren kirkegaard, the idiot by fyodr dostoyevsky, modern man in search of a soul by carl jung, and then emma by jane austen aka his true love)
horrible posture. basically his head sits at a 90 degree angle to his shoulders. can someone tell him to stand up straight?!?!
feeds a cat that sits in the alleyway behind the place he's renting out with roommates, named it tuna because he sometimes steals tuna packets from his job to give to them when he's extra broke bc he doesn't know how to save money at all.
(﹙˓ 🎧 ˒﹚) whoa, did you just hear that voice? it's so recognizable that i have no doubt it's kendall okoro. i don't really know much about them, but i heard they're a twenty two year old communications major in their fourth year of study. people say that they're intentional and luminary, but rumor has it that they're actually crass and prying, so i guess we'll never know the truth unless you live with them in cohen-chang house. if you ask me, i think i'd describe them as the detective, but their spotify wrapped should say more about them, in which i know by fiona apple, andromeda by weyes blood, and cupid de locke by smashing pumpkins are amongst their most played. but whatever, i wish them luck on their endeavors in debate club, campus radio, new directions. i don't know how they have time for all of that, but i can't wait to see how this new school year treats them! ( ayo edebiri, non-binary and she/they, bisexual ) 𝄞ˎˊ˗
full name. kendall oluwaseun okoro. nickname(s). ken, kenny, etc. age. twenty three. birthdate. december 21st. gender. non-binary. pronouns. she/her/hers, they/them/theirs. orientation. bisexual, biromantic. species. human. ethnicity. nigerian (yoruba). hometown. sacramento, california, usa. currently living. saint rivera, philadelphia, usa. education level. bachelor of arts in communications (in progress). religion. raised christian, now vaguely agnostic but highly superstitious. spoken language(s). english, french after learning it in school, very casual and informal yoruba at home. occupation. unemployed, and far too busy already to do that, thanks to the government for the inevitable student loan debt, but at least they can have fun right now!
faceclaim. ayo edebiri. height. 5ft 7in / 170.18cm. eye color. brown. hair color. dark brown, almost black. handedness. left handed. piercing(s). triple lobes on both ears, left helix, right orbital. tattoo(s). none yet, with no desire to get any.
parents. ademola okoro (father, alive), olamide "ola" okoro née bankole (mother, alive). sibling(s). one older brother, wanted connection. significant other(s). none, to be determined. other family members. to be determined. other(s) of note. guinevere gunn's latest obsession (unbeknownst to them).
[+] likes: picking up too many hobbies to quell the restlessness, sound machines to go to bed, long debriefs on the phone with their closest friends, people who put visible passion into their craft, banana bread fresh out of the oven, her stupid little red volkswagen beetle, people who swear like they need it to live, messing around on dating apps with no intention to actually meet.
[–] dislikes: people who chew with their mouth open, those who lack spatial awareness, repetitive tapping noises, carpets made out of fake fur (gross, how do you clean that stuff?), people who can't hold a conversation, the indentation left on paper after dog-earing a page, maple bar donuts, idiots riding bikes with no regard for pedestrians, the smudging on the side of their hand after writing on paper.
continue on, the story behind it all.
to be written.
headcanons, some extras for the crowd.
a bit of a reformed workaholic. kendall's father works for the united nations and her mother is a financier, so a lot of their own unhealthy tendencies rubbed off on her in terms of work-life balance. it really took them three years to finally have fun and not waste their days at the library!
originally, they were hoping to inevitably go into something like corporate communications or p.r. (BORING!) but campus radio lowkey changed their life...
kendall runs a show, "st. rivera starlets," aka another one of those shows where someone runs up to you in public with a tiny mic and interviews you, but honestly? it's their pride and joy. more she/they's in male dominated fields!
has an emotional support chihuahua named dexter, pictured here. he's only bitten one person on campus, so that's great!
they're losing their spark with debate club and, honestly, never really liked it much in the beginning? it was more so an obligation, something that'd look good on applications for fellowships or internships.
new directions was kind of posed to them as a what if joke that ended up being an actual reality, and while the gusto and discipline are there, the vocals and overall ability kinda sucks still, so she's really just there for the vibes.
eternally restless, always down to clown, and plays a tetris app on her phone whenever they're feeling awkward or bored.
