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Marco. 25. Makeup Artist. Youtuber. Party Monster and the most fun you'll ever have. Apartment [].

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ooceana-davidson:

“Well as long as you weren’t expecting a total red carpet to welcome you in or apartment service. I know it looks amazing here, but we’re like in the middle of classy and trashy.” Oceana said with a chuckle.

"Hey, I may have fancy tastes, but I still know I’m a nobody No red carpets for me.” Marco quirked a brow when the girl divulged the building was in between classy and trashy. “Really? Shall we play a game of classy and trashy, then? Tell me about one classy tenant... and one trashy tenant.” Marco had a glint in his eye as he explained the rules, eager to see where this is going.

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reginaeilishkane:

“Utterly filthy. I make it work for me though.” She grinned at him, seeing his eyes watching her every move. “Lebanese? No, not always. Sometimes I like dick too.” The girl teased, taking a couple of steps towards him, head on one side. She could tell the boy was curious about her and it made her smirk. “So Marco, tell me about yourself.”

“I get the feeling you make a lot of things work.” Marco murmured as he continued to listen to her speak. “Yeah. Sometimes. Well, sometimes I do too.” Marco stated without missing a beat. Marco liked people, period. “Me?” He asked, pointing to himself as she stepped towards him. “I’m not that interesting. I was born in Lebanon—my mom and I left when I was young. I’m a freelance Makeup Artist, can’t get enough of the stuff, it’s like crack—though I’ve only done coke, so I don’t exactly know what crack feels like. But yeah, I fix up busted mugs. I like puttin’ the stuff on other people, not so much myself. Unless it’s for practice or for something. Doesn’t really vibe with all of this,” He gestured to himself, as if he was some kind of manly man. “For the past couple years I’ve been doing YouTube videos, too—tutorials, looks, reviews... kinda like a beauty guru, but y’know, actually interesting and with a personality that’s not a fuckin’ cardboard box. I like to party. I like to have a good time. I like to have fun. How about you?”

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murkywaters:

She smiled softly, looking down to the ground “sorry for just jumping in there” looking back up she couldn’t help but laugh at the embarrassment on his face “Marco, that’s a cool name, i feel like i’ve only heard it in tv shows and some books, it’s cool to actually know a marco”

“You’re fine! Seriously, don’t worry about it.” Marco replied instantly, rubbing his cheek with his hand. “I’m a jumpy fucker, no harm done.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, it’s alright. My dad and mom wanted me to have a sophisticated name. My dad loved history. So yeah, Marco instead of just Marc.”

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reginaeilishkane:

Regina licked her bottom lip as she looked at him, fully aware of the provocativeness of this movement, but she didn’t care. “No, I don’t. I’m an utter gutter rat, spawn of the streets, utterly filthy.” There was a double meaning to the last phrase, and she eyed him, wondering if he’d pick up on it. The truth was Regina didn’t pretend to be any better than she was, she knew she was trash. At least that’s what she’d become. “Marco Assemani, now there is a name.”

“No?” Marco asked again, his eyes trained on her mouth as he watched her lick at her bottom lip. “Nothin’ wrong with being filthy. Why would you wanna be good—bein’ bad is too much fun.” Marco chuckled as he kept his focus on the woman, clearly intrigued. He was always drawn to the mysterious types. “Yea, it’s a bit. Lebanese for ya.”

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reginaeilishkane:

“Oh really? Good to know, I’m pretty limber myself actually. It’s one of my trademarks” Regina smirked, she could tell he was flirting and she was going to give as good as she gets, it was a game the girl loved. “I don’t know, if I can get here then the worst gutter rats have a chance. Regina, you?”

“Oh yeah? I’ll bet it is.” Marco lead on, clearly a little intrigued. “Ah, c’mon. I’m sure you’re a little bit more than a gutter rat, doncha think?” Marco replied, a little surprised to meet someone who showed their lack of self esteem so outwardly. Marco had his own issues, but it was easier to bury them behind the smog of substances—licit and illicit. “I’m Marco, Marco Assemani.”

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reesespieces86:

“You mean, you have one installed?! The nerve! I must file a complaint this instant! My butthole deserves to be clean too! Wet Wipes will be a thing of the past!” she played along, not being able to finish without a few scattered giggles between words. “Ah, see I’m the opposite. I’ve only lived in Denver for a few years, the apartment a few months. Maybe we can explore it together? I’m always discovering something new about this place.”

“Not for real! I wish I did.” Marco replied with a wide grin as he watched the girl collapse into giggles. “I used one once when I was on a job in Paris, though, and it literally changed my life. So now I want one for real. Yeah? Where you originally from? Sure, why not? I’m always down to chill.” Especially with a beautiful woman.  “What do you like to do?”

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reginaeilishkane:

“Nice isn’t it, sadly it doesn’t but if you’re limber enough you could always use the sink.” Regina smirked, wandering over to him in her boots, laces undone. “Just goes to show if you put your hours in anyone can rise to the top. You just moved in?”

“Yeah, it’s really nice.” Marco admitted, a smirk growing on his face when the woman mentioned he could use the sink if he was limber enough. “I’m pretty damn limber, actually.” He replied shamelessly, intent to flirt with the girl who was paying him some attention. “I dunno if I’d say anyone. I think it takes a special someone to dig out of the hole they've built for themselves. I did, actually. What’s your name?”

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reesespieces86:

“If they do, I got ripped off,” she laughed in response to his question about the bidet. “Though this place is rather nice, isn’t it? Has everything you can ever ask for, and then some. Are you new to the area?”

“What?! That is outrageous! Maybe it’s not too late to tell them you want your fuckin’ bidet. Everyone deserves to have a clean butt hole.” Marco replied with a chuckle, doing what he did best: speaking without thinking. “Rather nice? It’s freakin’ stacked. Me? No, no. I’ve in Denver for my—well, not my whole life. But the majority. I’m new to the building though.”

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luca-carlisle:

It had become somewhat of a routine, going to the coffee shop before hitting the gym or the rink. Though most of the time he ordered tea, Luca couldn’t help but indulge himself in the warm and cozy aroma that engulfed him when he walked in. America was still overwhelming even after a year of living there, but coffee shops relaxed Luca like an old friend. Ordering his usual medium earl grey tea, Luca moved to wait by the counter. A moment later he was picking up his mug and turning, only to bump into another person. Quick to think, the Romanian managed to let the tea come to spill on himself instead of the innocent bystander he’d clumisly bumped into. 

“La drac-, I’m sorry…” He said earnestly. 

Marco was on the run. He’d just finished up a job at a photoshoot and was on his way across town for the second job he’d booked for the day. He was feeling the lag begin to set in and had popped into the nearest coffee shop for a quick pick me up. He was in the middle of a phone call, trying to coordinate some things for the next day as he wanted on his order. “Well, I can’t do Tuesday. Would Thursday work? Yeah, yeah. I want to get that review posted on those new palette sets by then. Okay, yeah, I’ll talk to you later, bye—” As Marco hung up on his phone he felt another brush up against himself, letting out a yelp of total surprise. “Jesus! No, no—you’re fine. You just surprised me... I can tell your drink isn’t alright, but are you? Let me get you another.”

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murkywaters:

Lakyn watched the male wander around the lobby, deciding to lean on the wall and listen to him talk. When he paused for a moment she jumped in to answer “welcome to the building” she laughed softly, pushing off from the wall and taking a couple steps toward him “i’m sure you could install a bidet if that’s a deal breaker for you. sorry to eavesdrop, i’m Lakyn, nice to meet you”

“Oh, um, thanks.” Marco replied, rubbing the back of his head as the woman interjected. He felt a little embarrassed she’d heard him mumbling to himself. “Yeah, it’s not really a huge dealbreaker, but hey, it’s nice to have the option. Nice to meet you, Lakyn. I’m Marco.”

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oceana-davidson:

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up with the caviar or the bidet.” Oceana said as she walked past a new residents who just so happened to be moving in today. “At least when I arrived they didn’t have any of that, but you never know they could have updated their welcoming protocols for the holidays. Maybe it’s all waiting in your apartment”

“A guy can dream.” Marco replied, sticking out his tongue playfully. He knew he was definitely leaning towards the unrealistic, but it didn’t hurt. “Hey, I would totally hate it if it was part of the welcoming ceremony, but I’m okay either way.”

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theryanslade:

The hair was what really made Ryan think about who this guy was and when he heard where he met him it clicked. “Yes! Yes’ He chanted at first. “I do remember you actually. When we talked about hitting a club to see Steve Aoki DJ. Welcome to the building!” 

“I’m pretty unforgettable.” Marco bragged with a grin. “Yeah, something like that. Thanks! I had no clue you lived here. Jesus Christ.” Marco breathed out again, laughing at how crazy it all seemed.

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itsdevinvalentine:

“I mean one day you might be able to have that, but I don’t think you are going to find it in Denver to be quite frank with you.” He said to him before shaking his head slowly. “I’m sure that you will get that one day. Otherwise, it’s pretty nice here.”

“Denver’s not that bad.” Marco replied with a soft chuckle. He’d lived here most of his life, and it was definitely a lot cleaner than Beirut. “I mean, it’s important I get one or whatever, it’d just be a bonus, y;know?”

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itsdevinvalentine:

Devin heard someone talking and decided to turn his attention towards the voice, just to find an attractive male the voice belonged to. “Well, welcome to the nicer place.” He mentioned to the other. “Listen, this place is pretty nice, but trust me.. It’s definitely not that nice.” He mentioned to Marco as he laughed a bit. “The names Devin, how about you?”

“Gee, thanks.” Marco laughed when the other said the place was nice, but not that nice. So that’s how it was. “Alright, I guess I’ll have to give up my dreams of a bidet then. I’m Marco. Marco Assemani.”

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imani-tatum:

Imani sat in the lobby and watched in amusement at the guy. She shook her head and chuckled. “You’re completely amazed, aren’t you?” She asked rhetorically. Because clearly he was. “It really is nice, though.“

“Yeah, yeah I am.” Marco murmured, his fingers grazing against the pillars in the lobby. It reminded him of back home. “I’ve never seen an apartment complex so freakin’ fancy to be honest.”

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medicic:

Calvin had lived in many questionable places when he was in foster care, but it was definitely when he was in boot camp for the air force when they made them build their own shelter that wins the prize of worst homes. Shaking his head as to avoid the embarrassment of retelling a story, he placed the box on the floor and extended his hand to shake his. “Nice to meet you, I’m Calvin. Eh, it’s hard to explain, but this is probably the most luxurious places I have lived - that’s for sure. Do you know if they have a bar, by any chance?”

“I get it, no worries.” Marco could sense there was probably something that Calvin didn’t want to discuss, and Marco wasn’t going to push it, especially someone he’d just met. “I don’t think think they have a bar. I saw one a couple blocks down, though? Or if you’d like, my buddies gave me—ah, a “care package” for moving in. It’s up at my place.”

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theryanslade:

While the days were getting closer to the re-open and his phone blowing up from his friends, other players, celebrators. Ryan had very little time to talk however he would shut his phone off when he went to bed. He noticed someone in the lobby looking around. But he could remember the face and also the hair. “No caviar and no I don’t believe so. Don’t I know you though?” He questioned the man. 

“Really? Aw, man.” Marco replied, pretending to sound dejected. When Marco looked over at Ryan, he quirked his brow. “Ryan?” He asked. “It’s Marco... well, you probably don’t remember. I did your makeup for a photoshoot a couple months back.”