Garrett proceeded his day as normally as he could, meanwhile his mind was going a hundred miles a hour. He was familiar with Hawthorne Tower and all the rumors; it was up to him to find a way to prove them to be true. Or, well, at least that’s the pressure he put on himself. This task wasn’t like any of the others, he needed to uncover the truth. As he was fixing the elevator in the hallway, he began to ponder of ways he could try to sneak into the office of Hawthorne himself. If there was anywhere he would hide something it would be there, right? The voice of someone behind him made him come back to reality. He turned around and gave a confused look. “Sorry, did you say something? I was kinda distracted.”
Lola had to work hard these trying, tragic days to make herself feel better or- imagine- have fun. Now, it wasn’t her usual speed but even she was partial to a hunky handyman hard at work. Of course she thought she was being very subtle with her snooping but there was only so long she and her clippity heels could go unnoticed. When he turned, she jumped a little, feeling momentarily embarrassed before pulling on her loveliest, most innocent smile. Bat bat of the eyelashes and all. “Um, no? Wait, yes! Yes... I was just, um, wondering how it was going? How you were doing with all the fix-y stuff,” she said, sneaking another totally subtle look at him, “We all know how important the elevator is, you?”
Performing was much more work than one would think. Never mind the singing — there was the act that went along with it; the level of charisma and energy one had to exude for more than just a few hours at a time in order to truly do a good job. More often than not, Nina found herself feeling drained, able to find comfort in one thing only.
Exhausted after having completed a set, Nina had slumped herself down by the bar, flagging down the bartender before she even had the chance to get comfortable in her seat. “A Manhattan, please,” She requested, “And…” Eyes flickered over to the only other person at the bar, looking just as downtrodden as she was. “Whatever they’re having.”
Lola was pouting at the bar, there was truly no denying it but didn’t she deserve to? While she may still have looked her usual fabulous self, she didn’t feel it and there was nothing she could do about it. How tragic was that? Lola Mercado on the outside but she-didn’t-even-know on the inside. That’s when she heard her. That’s when she finally looked up and actually smiled. Not only was a pretty girl offering to buy her a drink but she was a singer. Swoon.
“French Martini, please,” she said to the bartender before turning her attention to- oh what had they said before the show? Nina?- Nina. “That was very kind of you, thank you. Can I just say that your set tonight was gorgeous. Honestly, my heart. You are very talented.”
letting the warm miami air wrap around her, emilia stood outside the staff entrance to the hawthorne hotel as she lit up a cigarette. it was her tradition now; everyday before her shift she found herself arriving early so she could have a cigarette and cup of coffee in peace before she had to smile at hotel guests and play nice. as she inhaled the nicotine, something caught her eye - or more likely, someone. the sun around them had set, making it harder for her to make out exactly who was there. she took another drag from the cigarette before deciding to err on the side of caution. “hey there, are you okay?” she asked the figure, not sure if it was a guest who had found themselves down here or another employee.
“oh my god, hi! hello, do you work here? i am so lost right now, i can’t even... it’s like ever since i was basically banished to the fifth floor, my navigation system is broken. this is why the penthouse is always the go-to because you can just press the very top button and, well, anyway. here i am and here you are. ps. i am loving your hair,” she added, very importantly, before remembering what her point was. she was definitely in the hawthorne area, obviously but how she was supposed to get back to where her sad room and the not-so-sad bar was, she didn’t know. “is there, like, a door back in or something?”
kit’s laying on the lounge chair by the pool, he’s wearing an exceptionally ugly hawaiian shirt and a pair of tiny yellow swim shorts. he pushes his sunglasses up off his nose, and past his forehead, to get the hair out of his face. he’s got his notebook on his lap, but he’s not really focused on it. he’s somewhere between deciding if he wants to take a nap or if he wants to go into the pool. “how is the water??” he asks, leaning up just slightly to make eye contact with the other.
“oh my god, i am loving this look for you. it reminds me of the summer i spent three weeks on this yacht near saint-tropez. my french was very so-so at the time, me and the owner had a lot of miscommunications but she was super fun,” lola breathed, feeling a pang of sorriness for herself before spiritually shaking it off. anyway, back to his question- “i don’t know though, this bathing suit is more for laying beside than the pool than actually going in so. no one’s, like, drowning though so it seems good.”
𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 upon seeing a familiar face, one that he adored. He swore that Lola and himself were friend soulmates with how similar they were. “Lola!” they replied, sitting up with a big smile on their face. “It has been too long! How are you mon amour?” They excitedly gave Lola’s hand a squeeze. “The line is good! I’m working on another right now, which is why I’m here. Creative retreat or whatever. How are you!?” Gesturing to the other’s outfit, Leo gushed. “Thank you! Your dress is lovely. No surprise!”
Lola squeezed their hand right back, holding back on answering the question and instead letting them talk. She’d much rather hear of the fabulous fashion line and all their success then dwell on her awful situation. Which was a secret. Right. She had to pull it together. Of course, Leo’s compliments helped and she was beaming soon enough. “Oh, thank you! I didn’t know it was too drab for the lounge but if you’re giving the stamp of approval, I can finally relax.” There, that wasn’t so bad. She was being her usual self. “But oh my god, a new line, I’m squealing! Your mind is literally so incredible, I wonder all the time who’ll play you in the movie. I’ve been good though. Fab! Just the usual, well, same old. Which is why I’m here actually. Sort of like a creative retreat but just more retreat.”
“God, who writes this?”Scarlett asked, a snicker escaping her. “I haven’t watched a single episode of, well, whatever you just described; it’s got to be the commercial, for sure. Did they force you to eat the candy? That’d be torture. Everybody knows Tootsie Rolls are the worst candy.”
“Right? I mean that’s nothing, really. My father has been on the show for sixteen seasons and counting. It would floor you to hear the scandals his character has been through. And how many times he played his own evil twin... Anyway,” she waved a dismissive hand to the plots of days gone by before laughing. “Oh, never! I had a stunt double for the actual chewing. Very ‘child diva’ of me, apparently but I think it was a necessary evil. Obvi you are very smart to know that already re: Toostie Rolls.” Then she held out her hand, “Lola.”
WEDNESDAY, 29 JULY 2020.
23:15 ⁏ outside the lounge.
( open to all ! )
it was a rare occasion to spy camille anywhere other than front and centre stage of the lounge. if one were attempting to seek out the brunette, they would be sure to find her crooning soft and sultry notes into a microphone ; effortlessly capturing the attention of an audience with her performance. well, on most nights, that was the case. right now, however, the svelte female was stood outside ; seeking a tranquil atmosphere and solace in a dark corner. as a figure emerged from the shadows, camille resisted the urge to roll her eyes. plucking the cigarette from her lips, delicate fingertips keeping hold of it, she cast a fleeting glance toward the other. “ forgive me if i’m not in the most sociable of moods. i wasn’t expecting company. ” finally her curious gaze moved to fall upon their face, a defined eyebrow arching. “ here to blow off some steam? or to find a shoulder to cry on about your problems? if it’s the latter, i’m most definitely not your girl. ”
lola had tried to call her mom at least four times now which was basically a billion but anyway. blocking her on social media was one thing (one horrific thing) but to not even pick up the phone? what if it was an emergency! which it was. she’d been living at this hotel on the fourth floor for a month now and she was at her wits end. why did she have to be so stubborn? obviously lola was fine, even if she may have felt a dangerous wobble in her bottom lip when her call went to her mom’s voicemail again. great. she let out a long suffering sigh, hanging up her phone and walking around from the little corner she’d tucked herself into outside. at her voice, lola looked back up, feeling weirdly exposed before she managed to compose herself. “oh, i totally get that. i actually thought i was- i mean, nevermind. my mascara has always been way too expensive for me to waste it on tears so don’t worry, you’re safe.” lola suddenly smiled then, her mouth falling into an ‘o’ shape. “oh my god, you sing here, right? i’ve basically been in my room this whole time but i caught a glimpse of you on stage. magnifique. you are definitely a star.”
“Then it turned out that who we thought was my presumed dead brother, suspiciously returned from the world’s most elaborate sky-diving accident, wasn’t. And he was- do you know? Did you see it? Okay, spoiler- the one who pushed my presumed dead brother out the plane sans parachute. Yeah, I know. He’d had plastic surgery to look like him, obvi and was like, basically obsessed with my character. It was a whole thing,” Lola explained, tapping away at her phone (way too distressed to check any of her social media right now though). “Or you might be recognizing me from this one Tootsie Roll commercial I did as a tween.”
WEDNESDAY, 29 JULY 2020.
22:05 ⁏ the balcony.
( open to all ! )
three and a half vodka martini’s later and still saphira had yet to feel the effects that she desired. the lounge was over-populated and the older man perched next to her that had insisted on supplying her with drinks for the rest of the night was beginning to rile her. thus, plastering an overly exaggerated polite smile onto her lips, she excused herself from his company ; self-assured footsteps led the female toward the exit leading to the balcony. stepping outside, the brunette shut the door after her ; an audible click easily discernible in the rather tranquil atmosphere. exhaling a sigh of relief, red-bottomed stilettos carried saphira forward until she reached a halt, drawing in a breath of fresh night air into her lungs. then, the sudden sound of a figure approaching from behind disturbed her train of thought, a huff of irritation escaping her nose. “ i think you’ll find this space is occupied, ” she stated, not even bothering to face the stranger as she addressed them ; the cool breeze blowing loose chestnut tendrils across her face. “ close the door on your way out. ”
if lola were here out of choice, if her parents weren’t the most dramatic and unreasonable people of all time, she’d be having way more fun. maybe she’d be in the red valentino with the sapphire earrings, surrounded by at least ten of her closest girlfriends and she’d open a tab that would make even the strongest of stomachs queasy. or whatever. that wasn’t happening though. instead she had been left to the vultures, nursing one drink because she certainly couldn’t afford to open up a tab. damn it. she made a face as some guy took the seat beside her and opened his mouth to talk. she dismissed him with a swift ‘ew’ before scooping up her glass and making a much too hasty exit, pushing opening the first door that would give. now she was in the outfit and the shoes of lola’s dreams. obvi she wasn’t using the friendliest of tones and she had the whole head bitch in charge thing down but... “okay and i so respect that for you but you did not see how gross this guy was who sat beside me. i’m basically on the run here so. can i please, pretty please, just hide out here a teeny second or so? i swear on your to-die-for stilettos, that’s all.”
𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 tiny frame out on one of the couches in the lounge, getting comfortable. They didn’t occupy much of the large couch so Leo wasn’t surprised when someone sat down beside them, especially considering how quickly the room was filling up as lunchtime was approaching. Turning to face the other with a playful gleam in their eye, Leo grinned. “Bienvenue! Are you here to people watch with me too?”
Lola literally could not believe what her life had come to. She was wearing only her third favourite dress, sipping on the world’s driest martini and trying to keep it together. When she dropped onto the couch in the lounge, she was so occupied with her own drama and misfortunes that she didn’t recognize who she was sitting beside at first (which was a crime in itself!). “Ohmygod, Leo!? Mon chéri!” her hands flailed, feeling so genuinely happy to see someone from her real life she could have squealed. “I am so happy to see you, you have no idea, I--- I mean, it’s been forever. How are you? How’s the line? Tell me everything. PS. I am loving this outfit on you.”
(SHAY MITCHELL, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) ~ Have you seen (LOLA MERCADO) around Hawthorne Tower? She is a (33) year-old and has lived in suite (401) for (1 MONTH). She is a (SCORPIO), so they can be (AMBITIOUS) & (BOLD), but also (MANIPULATIVE) & (SELF-ABSORBED). Rumor has it, she (WAS RECENTLY CUT OFF FROM HER TRUST FUND).
hi everyone!! i’m paige (she/her, 24, gmt) and i’m super excited to rp with y’all <3 did my aquarius nature make 2/3 of my bisasters aquarius also? perhaps. anyways you can find some info on lovelyish lola under the cut along with some wanted connections etc. feel free to message me if you wanna plot ‘n chat xo
lola’s tldr; bratty socialite is cut off from trust fund and is still screaming! usually very fun but like, not dependable. will accidentally insult your outfit oops. isn’t a bad person, probably??? but isn’t very good at being good either sigh. self destructive but cute. really worried about what she’s gonna do when her clothes run out and need, like, laundered??? will she have to do this herself or???
Lola Mercado / 33 / Former Heiress, Socialite, All Around Rich Bish / Room 401
Lola is a trust fund baby who probably still eats her yogurt with the same diamond encrusted spoon she was born with. Her parents are a CEO of a company that made the family filthy rich (mom) and a soap superstar (dad) on still-running series (let’s call it...”Now and Forever”). Basically, Lola never had to learn how to do anything for herself. She doesn’t know the street value of a banana.
Born and raised in New York, she was a very busy child and then teen enrolled in every extra-curricular you can think of. She modeled, she did commercials, rode horses, learned how to drive a speedboat (crashed a speedboat), almost released a single but it didn’t work out (for the best #rip). She tried everything because she could, got bored and then dropped it. Such was life.
Has very fickle friends but then again, so is she so... She loved to be surrounded by people though, whether they really liked her or not. She hates the quiet, hates to be alone and has filled her days with impromptu trips and outlandish spending. Only people who don’t have money say it can’t buy happiness- duh!
Now, she may have gone to college (business communications and fashion) but she didn’t really do anything with that. Spring break was a lot of fun and she’ll probably never forget those college flings but whatever. Her mom has always lowkey been bugging her to “do something” but honestly, why? Life is for living and there’s no way Lola is going to be in some gross, 9-5, job just to stop the texts from her mom.
Okay so you get her vibe? Very shallow, super fun, no cares in the absolute world and loves her stuff. Now, she might have had a little too much fun. The partying, the paparazzi, the string of famous and semi-famous messy lovers, the shame she brought to the family, the drunken rants, that one time she crashed her Mercedes into a store window (it was closed and looked like the entrance to the parking garage okay!) and all the times her parents had to bail her out piled up.
This behaviour may have got her more followers on Instagram and made for some wild stories to tell over cocktails but it was the last straw for her parents. They went on about “last chances” and blah blah blah. Then Lola might have made a tiny scene at one of her mom’s big business schmooze fests and uh, well, apparently that whole “last chance” thing wasn’t fake. They cut her off. Cue the screaming!
She begged, she pleaded but she was thrown out with barely enough suitcases while card after card was declined. Total nightmare. Her fickle friends did not call and none of her shitty exes cared enough either. She wasn’t totally broke (on the way though, yikes) but obviously in her eyes her life was O-V-E-R. With her wounded pride, she managed to call in enough favours to make it to Miami and the hotel. She’s mortified to be on the fourth floor (she’s penthouse or death, usually) but c’est la vie. Basically in hiding and trying to recover from the drama. Can barely make toast help her.
Extras ;
A Flirty Bi-Con & a Scorpio !
Has been in the tabloids for being messy & looking fabulous.
Closest thing she had to a job was when she got to play a character on her dad’s soap for a wild story arc - she will bring this up.
Tells the wildest stories, who honestly knows if they’re 100% true or not.
Her mom blocked her on social media #rip
Kindred spirits include Alexis Rose & Cher Horowitz (with a splash of accidental mean & family drama)
Wanted Connections ;
New hotel connections? She’s only been her a minute but maybe she made a terrible first impression on your character? She might have mistaken them for a bellhop or something and was like here’s idk $20 please deal with my bags. Or she could have bumped into them and spilled coffee on them (probably didn’t apologise). Insulted their outfit cause she was in a grouchy mood.
She knocked the wing mirror off your car and left a note saying ‘oospie’.
Follow her on instagram / mutual followers.
Anyone on her floor? Maybe she invited them in for drinks or they heard her having a lowkey tantrum over her new tragic situation (she would have lied about what was wrong of course, no one can know she’s.........cut off).
Old friends : so Lola has traveled all over so they could have met anywhere! They could have partied together, were roomies for a while, flew off together on wild adventures. Maybe they had a friendship break up because Lola is a FOOL and despite missing them so so so much she just never got back in touch?
