~~ Andrew Schneider ~~ Twenty Eight ~~ Married Single ~~ Apartment 6F I will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines I'm gonna find a way through, there's another life beyond the lie
The best thing about being back in The City That Never Sleeps was easily the fact that Chinese food could be procured 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Maybe it was a little strange to be sitting on the front steps of Holloway at 2 AM eating noodles, but Andrew could hardly bring himself to care. He found himself looking up at the night sky, something he’d done a great deal over the eight years he’d been away, though this was the first time he’d been able to since coming back, the smog choosing to be cooperative enough for once to dissipate enough to see the stars clearly. His mind seemed to ease great deal at this familiar sight, his thoughts becoming a lot less cluttered in his own head. So deep was he in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice someone was heading towards the building until they were a mere two or three feet away from where he sat, startling him. “I uh, I know they call this the City that Never Sleeps, but I kinda thought everyone else in Holloway was.” He said, a little sad that he’d been pulled from his thoughts.
IF THERE WAS ever one thing that the model never gave up on , was her native tongue , so maybe that’s why , as she chased that loping dalmatian through the second floor hallway , calling after the dog in english as he ignored her . she thought it would be fun , quirky almost , to train her dog in french but in moments like this she regrets it . ❝ marvel get back here , silly dog , why don’t you listen ? ❞ but like a light bulb above her head , she remembers . ❝ arrêtez-vous ! ❞ she exclaims , but she’s not fast enough , the dog already bounding up the hall , jumping onto a nearby stranger . ❝ oh , gosh , i’m so , so , so sorry ! ❞ she huffs out of breath as she finally catches up , taking a hold of the lead . ❝ bas marvel bas . chien stupide . ❞ she chides , though affection is clear as she pulls back the larger dog , scratching behind his ears .
Andrew had been taking the stairs back up to his apartment, when he’d heard a commotion coming from the hallways of the third floor and decided, against his better judgement perhaps, that he would check it out and see if he could offer some assistance. Once he got there, it only took him a couple seconds to fully grasp the situation he was witnessing, but it still left him with less than enough time to properly prepare from the dalmatian who was running towards him, and so when the dog jumped up, he was knocked onto his back, the dog’s paws on his chest whilst licking his face. Half groaning, half laughing, he exhaled a sigh, pushing the dog off of his so that he could sit up, before taking a hold of the animal to keep him there while giving him some pats on the head, light chuckles still slipping through his lips. Once the owner approached, he shook his head, waving his hand dismissively at her apologies. “Aucun problème. Les chiens peuvent être difficiles. Le vôtre est un bon.” He said with a smile, patting the dog on the head some more. “How uh, how old is he?” He asked curiously, having taken an immediate liking to the dog.
ziggy had just finished working on the commission project that she started two weeks ago and worked tirelessly on since. she decided to celebrate with a bowl of sour og and a shit ton of taco bell– what can i say? she was a simple lady. with her tacos awaiting in her apartment, she sat on the front steps of holloway, ripping a hit off her pipe. the skunky and sour aroma filing the air with her exhale, eyes fell to a familiar face approaching, raising the intricate glass bowl up to them, “would you care to join me? i’m feeling generous tonight.” of course, it wouldn’t be a celebration with just her and her cats!
After eight years spent away from all the hustle and bustle, which had been replaced by the calm and quiet of the wild, Andrew found that he could only handle short excursions out into the city. Each time he went out to do something, he did a little bit better than the last, which he took to be a good sign that eventually New York would feel like the home that it had been for the better part of his life, but it was always mentally exhausting. Perhaps it didn’t help that he always pushed these excursions as far as he could before returning back home, often to the point where he became a little bit stressed out, as was the case now. So, when the girl sitting on the steps of the building held up a pipe, and he smelled what she was burning inside of it, a small gracious adorned his lips before he took it and took a hit from it himself, which almost instantly relaxed him. “Thanks. Needed this” He said simply as he exhaled the smoke with a nod, dropping into the spot beside her as he handed her the pipe back. Exhaling a soft sigh, he glanced over, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “What’s got you feeling so generous tonight anyway? You uh, you must have had a good day.” He guessed with a small chuckle.
( paul wesley. 28. cismale. he/him. ) ❛ andrew schneider , a scorpio from san francisco, moved into holloway eight years ago. they are a writer that lives in apartment 6f and their neighbors don’t particularly mind them. some say they can be brooding and reserved but others say they’re creative and insightful. anyways, one thing is for sure: you hear love like ghosts by lord huron, it’s andrew blasting it. ( penned by erie, 23, est. )
Hellllllllllllo! I am so thrilled to finally be posting this intro, even if I am a little late to the party. You can call me Erie, and I’m from the EST Timezone! Here are a few fun facts about myself:
- My favorite band is Lord Huron. If you don’t know who they are, I’d strongly suggest looking them up. I can’t even begin to describe how their music makes me feel.
- I’ve been rping for nearly six years. I started here on tumblr, and have always been on tumblr, which I’ve learned is fairly uncommon. A lot of people I’ve met in the rpc started on twitter, facebook, or other platforms. Regardless of where you started though, I’ll love you just the same!
- I’ve played Paul Wesley face claims a lot over the years. He was by far my favorite part of The Vampire Diaries. He’s an amazing actor, and characters I’ve played using his face have always had a certain vibe that I love. It was actually because of my very first Paul Wesley Face Claim that I was introduced to Lord Huron, and now I sort of associate the two things with each other. Andrew is a mix of two of my previous Paul characters, with a few new things added in. That’s a pretty nice segue way to...
Andrew! Let me tell you this boy’s story, because I’ve been itching to for days!
- Andrew grew up in San Francisco with his dad, who is a world renowned (Think like, Stephen King level fame and success) but struggling author. His mom left with his younger brother when Andrew was very young. He’s never met his brother, and his Mom flat out refuses to have anything to do with him to this day because...
- The reason his Mom left was that Andrew’s Dad had developed an alcohol problem from his writing struggles, and would regularly abuse her. She got pregnant with Andrew’s brother with another man, who promised to support her and the child if she left. She left Andrew with his Dad because she had grown to hate him, because he served as a reminder that she had once loved the man that had made her life into a living Hell.
- I’d like to be able to say that his wife leaving him, and the responsibility of taking care of his son now being completely on his shoulders served as a wake up call for Andrew’s Dad, but unfortunately it didn’t. His drinking got even worse, and he simply hired people to oversee the care of Andrew, and locked himself away in his study, trying to write the next great novel. In some ways, this was probably something of a mercy, because he certainly wasn’t in any condition to take care of a child, and if he’d attempted it, Andrew probably would have suffered the same kind of abuse that his mother had. As it stands, the abuse he did suffer was very minimal. Once he was old enough to start school, Andrew was sent to Leman Manhattan Preparatory School in New York, boarding there. He lived there for ten months out of the year from the time he was 4 until he was 18, and as a result, grew up to barely know his father.
- Although he resented his father, it was hard for Andrew not to follow in his footsteps and becomes a writer himself. This is partially because the only good memories that Andrew has of his Dad involve him praising pieces of his writing as he grew up. In those moments, Andrew was able to see a glimmer of the man his father once was before alcohol consumed his life. Writing was the only thing that he and his Dad shared. But even without these moments, he still probably would have ended up becoming a writer anyway.
- Having lived in New York for the better part of his entire life, once he graduated High School, he moved there permanently in order to attend Columbia. It was while he was there that he met and fell in love with Alice.
- There’s not a lot I can say about Alice, because in a lot of ways, she’s kind of a mystery. I will say that Andrew was very in love with her. After a year of being together, he proposed marriage and she said yes.
- After his second year at Columbia, he and Alice decided to move out of the residence, and that’s when they moved into Holloway together as a betrothed couple. However, very shortly after moving in, Alice disappeared. Her leaving seemed deliberate, since she took most of her stuff, but she left no note, and no explanation for why, or where she was going. Andrew was heartbroken.
- It wasn’t long after Alice left that Andrew decided to leave. He had started to drink heavily, and spent a lot of his time shut up by himself doing nothing but writing, and he realized he was well on track to becoming exactly like his father was. He knew he needed to leave everything behind, and live as differently as was possible. Without giving it too much thought, he packed a bag and left New York; and he didn’t return for 8 years.
- In his time away, Andrew went on a journey. He traveled across North America, a great deal of it on foot, and camped out in the wilderness. As he traveled, he wrote and sketched in his journals, keeping accounts of the things he saw and experienced. Trekking on foot, from forest to field, from field to mountain, and everything in between, he made stops in towns and cities when he needed to resupply. He lived this way for eight years, on what essentially became a journey of healing and enlightenment.
- Although the purpose of the journey wasn’t supposed to be try and find Alice, there was no denying that in the back of his mind, he was always searching for her, hoping to find her. He kept finding reasons to push his journey further and longer, and though he could justify them to himself, deep down he knew it was because of her. In the end, he never did find her, and after breaking down into tears at the realization that no matter how far he went, he probably never would, he decided it was time to finally return home.
- Now Andrew is back. His apartment has been paid for, but vacant for the past eight years, and he’s finally returned to live in it. After eight years on the road, he has hundreds of journals to sort through, which he intends to take the best parts of, revise, and try to get published. Spending so much time away, it’s going to take some time for him to figure out how to live a normal life again.
That’s the story of Andrew so far! I’m not super happy with how I wrote it (Having a mental block today) but it gets the important stuff across! I may try writing out an actual bio eventually, but we’ll see. Anywho! If you’d like to plot anything, please feel free to shoot me a message!
Love Like Ghosts by Lord Huron except from the car radio as you’re driving through the woods late at night, the windows down, no destination in particular. Just a desire to be somewhere else. You’re alone, but it’s not quite lonely.
