location: East Tower, laundromat
status:open
@marinastart
There were so many things about being out of prison that seemed like big things now to the recently released mechanic. Being able to just do his laundry was a huge one and the fact that he wasn't also having to do about three hundred other peoples at the same time was also a huge thing for him. Still, a machine was a machine and it was annoying him how out of all the ones he could have picked to use today, Jameson picked the one that was acting weird and somehow wouldn't let his clothes out. " Dammit" he replied as he moved around the side to see what the problem was and why it had jammed He didn't have any tools with him and he was literally in the other tower than the one he lived in so he was just gonna have to deal, that was until he heard footsteps. " Okay so this isn't what it looks like" He noted as he had moved the machine from its spot to get a better look at things. " Okay maybe it is, but I swear I was just trying to fix the damn thing"
(HAILEE STEINFELD . CISWOMAN . She/her) - the Chicago resident , ( Blake Dixon) , was heard blaring ( SATIVA BY JHENÉ AIKO ) this morning . the ( TWENTY SIX ) year old is a ( UNEMPLOYED ) in the city & has lived the ( EAST ) tower for ( TWO MONTHS ) . since being here , they have been told to be (- CLUMSY ) , but also (+CHARMING ) , i guess we’ll find out soon !
Hobbies: Reading, Cooking, Swimming, binge watching Disney movies and shows, skateboarding, photography
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TW: Brief mention of Homophobia, Mention of Abuse, Car Accident/Mention of Death, Alcohol Usage
Blake Lee Dixon was born and raised in San Diego, California. She was the only child in the wealthy, religious Dixon household. Her parents always wanted what was best for her, so they worked her harder to make sure her schoolwork was turned in on time and that she got nothing but straight A’s, which she did. She was always the over achiever in school, which meant she never focused on any romance either. For years, she made sure she was the best daughter they could ever have, since she was their only one. She didn’t want to let them down.
Upon being the only child, her father forced her to finally hook up with a boy in school around age 15. She viewed it as his way of telling her to.. ‘Get married and have kids’ even when she didn’t want anything like that. She had plans to go to college, she wasn’t focused on dating a boy and getting knocked up just so her parents could have grandchildren. She managed to make the boy lose interest by lack of communication and he ended up leaving her mid junior year in High School. She was relieved, the parents however weren’t pleased with her decision but let it slide since she was so young. She had time to get another one.
Early senior year, she ended up coming across a girl in school. They became friends quickly and they even helped each other do their school work together. Next thing Blake knew, she was becoming a nervous wreck around her. Her heart skipped every moment she was near.. She was starting to fall for this girl. But why? She didn’t want any romance.
Despite not wanting anything dealing with the word “love”, Blake couldn’t hide it anymore. She couldn’t ignore what her heart wanted, and it wanted the girl. They got together, and it was almost like a Disney movie. They were happy, in love, nothing could come in between them. That was until Blake’s dad finally found out by some teachers calling him and letting him know his daughter was kissing a girl during school hours. Furious, he forced her to more church sessions. But it didn’t work. Blake was stubborn, she wanted to stay with the girl, no matter what.
The dad grew tired of Blake’s stubbornness when she was 17, for a belt went across her face, a cut on her left cheek was enough to know he would do more if she didn’t put a stop to this man’s anger growing or it would have gotten worse. Finally grabbing her keys to her car, despite only having a permit, she stormed out, heading over to her girlfriend’s place in a rage. After ranting, calming down, downing alcohol in the process, Blake decided she wanted to go confront the man. Rightfully, the girlfriend refused, but Blake didn't listen.
Getting in the car, the potent smell of alcohol pouring off her body, Blake began her quick drive to her house. While driving, a loud horn started to blare, a blurry set of lights shining towards her. Blake was quick enough to turn the steering wheel to get out of the way. However, she was going too fast; she lost control, crashing into a tree, hitting her head hard against the window. She blacked out.
Two days later, Blake finally woke up in a hospital bed, her head and neck held in place by a brace. Her blurry vision went away slowly as her eyes looked around, noticing where she was. A doctor then came in to break the news and let Blake know what happened to her.
Blake hit her head severely during the accident, suffering from a concussion from how hard her head went against the glass. The doctors also let her know about the side effects from the concussion. She would experience stuff down the line, including: dizziness, clumsiness, blurry vision, even tremors in her hands just from how bad the impact was, and even some mental issues like severe anxiety. They then made sure to keep her in the bed for 3 more days until she was finally able to be released. Freedom again! She could go back home- that was..until her dad mentioned she was going to court. Yikes..
Upon arrival to the courtroom, she was put on a small trial. It didn’t last long because she was still a teen and no one else got hurt. The judge pitied her, knowing her record. She was a good kid, obviously panicked about being in a courtroom and possibly going to juvie or worse. He ended up taking her permit, giving her a notice to take her test again once she hit age 21, gave her 30 hours of community service, along with making her go to group counseling to deal with her “alcoholic problems.” (She would go do all of these things either on the weekend or after school hours.)
Relieved she didn’t have to go to juvie, she was glad that was her punishment for her stupidity.
When she returned to school, she was at least happy to finally see her girlfriend that she hadn’t seen in a few weeks. When they met up, the girl was relieved. They were both happy. One thing ended up changing with Blake, however, making the girl grow tired of having to babysit her in a way. Blake began to get clumsy, dropping things without meaning to, her hands now shaky without her control. Her girlfriend dropped her, she didn’t want to be with someone with so many “medical flaws.”
Blake was heartbroken, but she understood though.. She was angry at herself for not having any control on what her hands do, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She ended up growing quiet for her last year of school. The rumors of her being the girl that crashed from drunk driving went around pretty quickly, making her think she wasn’t going to have anyone to really talk to now. That was until a girl named Darcy Anthony ended up befriending her, despite the rumors that were being spread about Blake. Blake was hesitant, but ended up becoming good friends with her.
Darcy then introduced Blake to a new friend group, and they grew close throughout the short amount of time they had left in school, and Blake was relaxed enough to finally have fun with them. They stuck together, even after graduation. However it all went downhill when they lost a friend while they were celebrating their graduation together when they were all 18. Due to the incident, the group ended up going their separate ways.. Made sense though. A lot of high school kids separate for whatever reason. However, she made it known she wanted to still be close with Darcy. She wanted someone to nerd out with still.
Finally, Blake used the money that her father had set aside for her and moved away from California to the Marina Towers, an apartment complex located in Chicago, Illinois, just to be away from her parents.. Funnily enough, living with Darcy who convinced the scaredy cat female to go on ghost hunting adventures with her.
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Extra Info and Head cannons:
Blake suffers from anxiety, and she keeps a fidget ring on her left index finger to mess with when it acts up. She’s never suffered with anxiety till after the wreck.
Despite it being from the Traumatic Brain Injury, she tends to laugh off the fact that she stumbles out of nowhere, keeping a positive outlook on things.
Blake used to ride her skateboard a lot, but after the accident, she hasn’t touched it much, yet she was nervous about trying again due to the numb, tingly feeling that happens throughout her legs. Upon attempting to do so, she has fallen off, which leaves her angry.
Blake has a scar on her cheek from the belt her dad used on her when she was 17.(People will also see her with bandages or little scrapes on her arms or face because of her being a klutz.)
( RILEY KEOUGH . CIS WOMAN . SHE/HER) - the chicago resident , ( ROBYN "BOBBIE" SUMMERS ) , was heard blaring ( RED DRESS / SUGABABES ) this morning . the ( THIRTY-TWO ) year old is a ( rock journalist ) in the city & has lived the ( west ) tower for ( six months ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( - irreverent ) , but also ( + irrepressible ) , i guess we'll find out soon ! [ n , 25+ , gmt+8 , she/her]
HISTORY (badly written abridged edition)
born in san francisco. neglectful parents. great uncle was wonderful though, she idolised him. but he got old and died. sad.
bobbie started living the nomad life, living out of a van or a tourbus. a concert groupie if you will. she loved going to gigs. lived for it. she was going to amount to absolutely nothing and she didn't care. she watched friends hit 28 and suddenly switch their priorities, get real jobs, start thinking of responsibilities, insurance, health, bills, marriage, blah.
so what did she do? she started putting her feelings on social media. she documented her lifestyle, the groupie life. viewers started piling on because it was a little bit of a joke. until a few of her video commentaries started going viral on tiktok. oops.
long story short, the attention accumulated and she was offered a guest spot on a weekly column in a small magazine.
then on-video press junkets for musicians. now she's that one critic people try to watch their mouth with. she's annoyed. but it's nothing partying with the artistes won't fix!
PERSONALITY, TRAITS, HABITS, HEADCANONS
very athletic and a thrill-seeker, is the type to go cliff-jumping, drag-racing, and skydiving on a regular weekend, every weekend, if she's not at a gig
vintage girly
has too many vices
volatile, but also somehow careless and irreverent
the personification of bugs' bunny's 'nyeeeahh.... what's up doc?' only instead of a carrot she's chewing gum
can be immature
messy
will slash your tires if she decides you deserve it
fucking talks way too much
will annoy you to death, has no concept of boundaries
free the nipple baby
terrible enabler
has a sister who she hates so naturally she avoids family gatherings like it's the plague. family who?
amateur dj, she has no skill
will shove your enemies down a flight of stairs for you and then smile prettily
is the epitome of jessica simpson asking 'is this fish or chicken? what i'm eating' iykyk
CONNECTIONS
she needs mom-friends clearly
people she met on her travels years ago made an impression and disappeared into the night like a figment of their imagination and then suddenly she's in their building kicking the vending machine
weed-buddies
exes
i'm bad at this i'll come up with more, eventually.
basic information:
full name: robyn evangelista "bobbie" summers
nickname(s): bobbie, bobberino, bob-cat, bambi
age: 32
date of birth: november 28th
place of birth: san francisco
nationality: american
gender: cis woman
pronouns: she/her
orientation: bisexual
language(s) spoken: english, bad spanish, bad mandarin
✝︎ VENCHKA , KRISTEN . schiaparelli earrings slipped into a purse, cheap corner store wine, the soft sound of music playing in a lounge, creaky wooden doors, smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes, the flicker of a candle lit, leather bound journals sitting next to a ignored phone, vintage coats lined up in a closet, pens adjacent to highlighters on a desk, missed therapy appointments, quiet chuckles pressed to warm skin, a breeze in the dead of night.
western astrology. scorpio sun, capricorn rising, aries moon.
DOSSIER .
abandoned little girl whisked away, you're adopted at the age of ten and your life is changed. gone are foster parents and in their place is a home with things you can't even touch. privilege becomes your middle name, but so does charades. you're a governor's daughter now and you're supposed to behave as such. smile here, wave there, wear this, back that, do this, and you're told to be grateful for it. suit of bullshit is stiffly worn and by the time you're eighteen you're over it. now at twenty five you've carved a little life out for yourself - you're grown now, took your new last name and let it take you places (some you should have never gone to). you and your family are estranged, but you've got your galas, your parties, your column, even if your new it girl title feels like another mask, you're happy now? right?
CONNECTIONS .
old friends, enemies, a ride or die, an ex she and gossip sites can't kick, neighbors, work peers - maybe someone doing actual shit, something with some integrity, flings, someone who knew her back when she was that good little pawn!
While Liza was usually a big fan of instacart, she decided today to go do grocery shopping on her own for the first time since moving to Chicago a few weeks ago, which was fine in theory, until she took a wrong turn and her phone had died, resulting in a GPS-less situation with arms full of grocery bags and panic starting to set in. She stood on a street corner as she looked around at the signs, trying not to look as flustered as she felt before she finally just swallowed and took a chance with a random passerby. "H-Hi, sorry. I um...I'm a little lost. Would you happen to know how to get to Marina Towers? Or even just to Cornerstone Bakery?"
" don't look now but that cutie over there is totally checking you out. what's the vibe? need me to be a wingman or a bodyguard? because as your resident bartender, i'm good for either. "
the chicago resident, doreen “duffy” lin, was heard blaring don’t delete the kisses / wolf alice this morning . the twenty six year old is a bartender / veterinary student in the city & has lived the west tower for nine months. since being here, they have been told to be stubborn, but also devoted, i guess we'll find out soon !
pets: juzi + dubh (her two cats) - would love more.
PHYSICAL.
faceclaim: havana rose liu.
accent: mix between a donegal + dublin accent, softened since moving to the states
height: 5'5.
build: slim, muscular.
eye colour: jade green
hair: reddish - brown, wavy and cascading down to her back. very rarely puts it up outside of work.
tattoos: a couple scattered about.
piercings: ears.
distinctive features: freckles across her cheeks, more noticeable in the summer.
BACKGROUND.
star crossed lovers are often bound by tragedy. and, enya lin and flynn duffy were no exception. from the moment the lin family moved in across the duffy's, flynn was smitten. enya was utterly oblivious to his affection, but they quickly became inseparable friends. they always seemed to find their way back to each other, even after endless ups and downs. it wasn't until university that enya reciprocated his feelings, following a string of toxic relationships. but, once all their cards were on the table, that was it.
marriage was never in their plans. it was one of the many things they always agreed on; money was better spent on their future. instead, they opened a small music venue in the heart of donegal. it was something they'd always talked about, but never imagined actually going.
a year after opening, enya discovered she was pregnant. her family were far more enthusiastic about the prospect than flynn's. his mother was still in hysterics over their decision not to marry, but mellowed after she found out the child was named after her. they welcomed doreen lin nine months later.
donegal is where she spent the three years of her life, surrounded by people who loved her. it's all a blur to her now, a distant memory, but they were some of the best days of her life. she was a tad spoilt, both sides of her family were to blame for that, and she adored being in nature. she was always bringing home little 'gifts' for the family, which typically included a newt or mouse or whatever little critter she stumbled on.
a trip to dublin is where disaster struck. since it's inception, the business had been thriving and they were even talking about expanding elsewhere in the country. flynn had gone down to meet an old university friend about potentially helming a new venue for them in the city. everything had been going smoothly until a wayward driver crashed into their car. a few hours later enya received the call that would change everything.
flynn's death broken enya - her mind, her soul, anything that held so tightly together by his presence shattered in an instance. he was her soulmate, a ribbon sewn into her very being that was slowly being undone and thrown into an abyss so dark it nearly consumed her. a darkness save one for one small light - doreen. so much of him was in her, so much that it almost pained her to look, and yet she couldn't look away. everything he had left, he'd left in her, from the locks he'd sworn weren't really ginger to the freckles that danced across her cheeks and impossibly emerald eyes.
to then discover she had a second child on the way, she would have burst into flames if it wasn't for her family. her younger sister was born, and the world became even heavier. she was named her daria, after the titular character, and she grew to be very much like her namesake as she got older.
for enya the business, as important as it had been to her, became background noise. it was now a painful reminder of everything she had accomplished with flynn, one she couldn't bare for much longer. she tried to keep afloat, for those around her and herself, but she was starting to drown. so, she sold up. she'd always hoped that the venue would stay as it was, but not long after she'd heard it'd been turned into some worker men's club.
duffy, as she now went by, was five years old when her mother packed up their stuff and moved them to dublin. her jobs frequently changed, so they often found themselves moving from town to city - it was a rather nomadic childhood from then. it was just the three of them, and it was perfect. until her mother had to ruin it by dating again. men that would steal all their money and leave them penniless, or would just treat them both like garbage. or worst of all, try and act like her dad. there was the rare instance of a good one slipping through the cracks, but they didn't last long.
she was fifteen when the promise of a job brought them to new york. her aunt, sylvia, had moved there to start up a magazine, and needed some help getting it off the ground. it was the change they needed. the three of them got a small apartment and settled into life there. the work paid enough to cover cost of the apartment, but to support themselves better, duffy ended up getting a job at the local zoo where she found her passion for animals grew.
duffy planned to go to university in new york, study zoology and stay home to save on accommodation (and because she'd miss them too much). after that, get a job working in animal rescue and get a place close by. the plan changed when her mother got married, which had come as an absolute shock. her mother had always been so anti--marriage and she just assumed dale was another failed relationship waiting to happen. when she'd been told of their engagement, she almost laughed. surely, he must have pushed her into it, she always thought - he always seemed like a walking pile of red flags to her. kids included. and, now she had a new baby brother. it was like a fever dream.
after graduating, she and her sister got a place together and she started working back at the zoo. finding rescue shelter jobs that weren't volunteer was extremely difficult, and as much as she wanted to take a step away from that area of the animal industry, she needed the money. so she decided to go to save up and go to veterinary school. chicago seemed like a viable option - it did help that her mother had just relocated there with her husband.
being near her mother again, it was like coming home. being near her step-dad, was not. they often clashed when she visited on weekends. and she always picked up on little things he did, and the way her mum changed around him. not a good change. and it wasn't just her noticing this, but her sister, and even enya herself - despite getting defensive when anyone said anything remotely close to the subject. but, she couldn't lie to herself. she was unhappy. she wasn't herself. his children hated her. her children weren't fond of him.
after one fateful chat (after one too many wines) with duffy and her sister, they all came to the conclusion that the reason she wasn't happy in many of her relationships was because she was gay. it was a truth accepted so easily, just like she had accepted duffy all those years ago. and, it explained so much, but it didn't change the love she had for a number of men in her life, including duffy's father - it was just not quite the love she thought.
both duffy and daria pushed their mother to tell dale. he may have been an absolute leech with terrible children, but surely he'd be understand. and in truth, duffy would never forgive her mother for not being true to herself. they had not expected dale to explode the way he had. he felt lied to, is something he kept repeating. the divorce, still ongoing, has been messy to say the least. mostly the custody of duffy's little brother.
nine months ago, duffy moved in with her enya at marina towers to support her through the divorce. it also happened to coincide with duffy's eviction notice after their partner destroyed their apartment during a party whilst she was away, not that she's going to let anyone know that. it's not something that she needs people worrying about. she recently got a job bartending to help out with extra cash on the weekends, whilst trying not to worry about what she's going to do after graduating in a couple years. she's doing too much, and it's starting to take a toll - she's trying not to let the cracks show.
PERONSALITY.
duffy, for as long as anyone can remember, has always been a devoted daughter and friend - to the point of perhaps being overbearing, especially in regards her family. she would drop anything for the people she cares about, even if it means sometimes neglecting her own needs. though, that can be a good excuse for ignoring problems in her own life, like breakups. why deal with your own problems, when you can deal with others? she's always fine even when she isn't basically. she's got a habit of putting way too much on her plate. working, studying, taking care of her family, trying to juggle a social life. she has a schedule and she likes to stick to it to manage it all, but lately it's becoming too much even for her. she's quite good at hiding her struggles but she's not been great - sleeping late, waking early. deep down, she doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up. she's outgoing but burns out after a while. she's always needed quite time, but she's been needing it more lately - just a place to escape, even if it means just sitting in silence with someone. her room is an organised mess which she prefers, so people touching her things is a no. if she believes she's right, it will take a lot of convincing to change her opinion.
MISC.
she wants to open her own veterinary clinic or go work as a nature reserve after graduating. she hasn't made her mind up yet.
has 2 cats, dubh and juzi.
she and her family travel to ireland twice a year. on her dad's birthday and the anniversary of his death. her mother had to skip his last birthday because of dale. boo. we hate dale.
lactose intolerant queen
hates to shop at lush in person - it's so utterly overwhelming in there for her so she just avoids it at all cost, which really sucks cause she loves their bath bombs.
barely ever sleeps and then wakes up super early - either from working late on weekends or studying late - it's starting to have a massive effect but she refuses to believe it and would rather people didn't worry. coffee / redbull fuels her at this point.
really wants to live on a houseboat like she did briefly as a kid.
became vegetarian after watching a documentary when she was eleven.
grows herbs and veg on the balcony of their apartment. she thought it'd be a good idea for her and her mother to do together when she's not working or studying.
pinterest (will add link soon)
WANTED CON.
mother dearest! - she and her mum are insanely close. and i'm going to be putting a wc out for her.
ex (really bad) - she's had two recent break ups. she got out of a relationship around the time she moved in with her mother. quite a bad breakup. the person they were dating had a party whilst they were away and pretty much destroyed their place and led to them getting evicted - she's avoided mentioning this to her mother for nine months.
ex (sorta bad) - this was in the last nine months, but quite short relationship. it ended because she wasn't investing enough into the relationship. they had a blast together, but they noticed she'd been putting to much on her plate with her family and school and work, and neglecting what they had as a result.
friends! i would love her to have some friends. whether that's surface level that she just sees around the building or something deeper. her mother is quite affable, so maybe people who she's met through her.
people who come into the bar she works at on weekends
friends to lovers - i'm a sucker for it. like, so much. her mother always taught her the basis for love should be friendship - not that she ever set a great example with that her dad.
if i think of anything else, i'll add it, but honestly, i'm down to listen to anyone else's ideas too!
the chicago resident, PHOENIX LEE, was heard blaring PROBLÉMATIQUE / KIM PETRAS this morning. the TWENTY-FOUR year old is a FASHION STYLIST & CONTENT CREATOR in the city and has lived in the EAST tower for FIVE MONTHS. since being here, they have been told to be STUBBORN but also ZESTFUL, i guess we'll find out soon !
( ZENDAYA COLEMAN . CISWOMAN . SHE/HER ) - the chicago resident , ( DARCY ANTHONY ) , was heard blaring ( DON’T SAVE ME / CHXRLOTTE ) this morning . the ( TWENTY-SIX ) year old is a ( GHOST HUNTER ) in the city & has lived the ( EAST ) tower for ( TWO MONTHS ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( - SELF-CRITICAL ) , but also ( + CURIOUS ) , i guess we'll find out soon !
MUSE INSPO:
PINTEREST || SPOTIFY (coming soon)
BASIC INFO:
Name: Darcy Elaine Anthony
Age: 26
Faceclaim: Zendaya Coleman
Birthday: August 12, 1998
Hometown: San Diego, California
FAMILY:
Father: Mitchel Anthony
Mother: Elaine Anthony
Sister: possible wc on the main to come
APPEARANCE:
Height: 5'10
Hair: brow, curly (visual of how it usually is)
Piercings: 3 ear piercings (reference)
Tattoo(s): simple ghost on her wrist
BIO:
TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of death, fire, grief, depression
Darcy was born and raised in San Diego, California, eldest daughter of Mitchel and Elaine Anthony. The Anthony's were a happy little family and they were well known in their town since Mitchel was the chief of police. Darcy and her sister bickered often, but siblings fighting over petty things was the only bad thing in the Anthony household.
Darcy was an adventurer when she was younger and even is now. She loved going out and finding things to do, people to play with, and new places to explore. She had a group of friends in high school who would always smoke together and explore abandoned buildings near their town. It was fun and they seldom got in trouble since Darcy's father could kind of sweep things under the rug. Things like, her breaking and entering said abandoned buildings.
Darcy and her friends had plans for the future and promised to be together forever, but a few nights after their high school graduation, there was a fire at one of their houses, and one friend, Knox, didn't make it. It was devastating, and while the rest of their little group mourned and grieved together, they eventually went their separate ways.
Darcy had always felt like they were invincible, so to be faced with mortality like that really hit her hard. She dealt with depression afterwards and she had already decided to take a break between high school and college, but she had plans to travel but she stayed home instead of doing her plans.
It was one night that Darcy was home alone, that she swore she heard the voice of her friend, Knox. Darcy had heard stories of ghosts and people speaking beyond the grave, but she never really put much thought into it. But she could never explain how she so clearly heard her friend's voice.
Darcy's family didn't believe what she heard and thought it had to be something easily explainable, but from then on, Darcy decided she would do whatever she could to prove that ghosts were real. She bought all the equipment she needed, she did research on places that were supposedly haunted, and she went out to ghost hunt. Sometime during this, she made her own YouTube channel where she would film her ghost hunts, traveling all over America to find her evidence.
Since reading up on some haunted locations in and near Chicago, Darcy moved to Marina Towers and she's going to find her proof, as well as prove that Marina is haunted itself.
Darcy was standing in front of the vending machine, staring it as it had become the bane of her existence. All she wanted was her bag of potato chips and now she was just looking at them, wedged between the glass and the little shelves stocked with the goodies taunting her with their deliciousness.
"What if I just.." She trailed off as she moved and crouched down, shoving her hand into the opening where her potato chips should have already fallen where she could get them. "what if I just... reeeaaach.." Was it a bad idea? Yeah. Was that going to stop her from trying? Absolutely not. And as Darcy realized her arm wasn't long enough (or enough like Mr. Fantastic to maneuver it in a way where she even could reach it), let out a defeated huff and began pulling her arm out. Only... it didn't really move much. Was she... stuck?
"CRAP!" Darcy exclaimed and then she looked over to see someone nearby and she felt no embarrassment at all somehow as she said, "Hey, man, you think you could help me out?"
While Liza was usually a big fan of instacart, she decided today to go do grocery shopping on her own for the first time since moving to Chicago a few weeks ago, which was fine in theory, until she took a wrong turn and her phone had died, resulting in a GPS-less situation with arms full of grocery bags and panic starting to set in. She stood on a street corner as she looked around at the signs, trying not to look as flustered as she felt before she finally just swallowed and took a chance with a random passerby. "H-Hi, sorry. I um...I'm a little lost. Would you happen to know how to get to Marina Towers? Or even just to Cornerstone Bakery?"
location: Wolff has been drinking and his in an argument with a npc (unless you want it to be with your muse them go ahead) and he bumps into someone passing by.
Wolff found himself in the midst of yet another little situation, his temper flaring as he confronted someone. "If you have something to say, tell me, not them," he warned, his eyes narrowing as he stepped back, accidentally bumping into another person. Instantly, his hands shot up in a gesture of apology. "Sorry, darlin' / buddy," he said, not intending to involve anyone else in his heated moment. He quickly reached out to catch their arm, ensuring they didn't lose their balance. "You good?" he asked, his voice softening with genuine concern despite the anger still simmering in his gaze.
open starter: | @marinastart
where: parking garage ( north or east )
the frustration was evident in his movements, his aggressive tugs on the doorknob shaking the frame. he lets out a breath that he's been holding for some time now, his hot breath blowing the damp strays out of his face. he was starting to think that any sort of downpour that happened was a bad omen, because every time it rains the damn key jams, and the rest of his day becomes shit because so. " fuck me " he mumbles as he jiggles and wiggles the key to no avail. the faint sound of footsteps pitter-pattering towards him quickly pulls his attention from the jammed door. " promise it's not what it looks like, i live here " he says as he takes a step away from the door and allows a hand to run through his dark wet locks . " i, uh.. can't get in, the door is jammed. " he says as he looks up at the individual.
FULL NAME : jason nathaniel reid bergeron.
NICKNAME(S) : jace. jacy (family).
BIRTHPLACE: chicago, il.
BIRTHDAY : february 1st.
ZODIAC SIGN : aquarius.
GENDER : cis-male.
PRONOUNS : he / him.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : heterosexual.
OCCUPATION : unemployed.
FAMILY : father & estranged siblings.
HEIGHT : 5"11’.
EYE COLOR : hazel.
HAIR COLOR : dark brown.
TATTOOS : mothers birth year in roman numerals on chest.
PIERCINGS : none.
LIKES : black coffee. live music. horror films. ugly sweaters. sailing. vanilla candles. cheesy t-shirts. dive bars. & traveling.
DISLIKES : loneliness. national parks at night. spiders. crust on sandwiches. his father. half ass hugs. rude people. heights.
BIOGRAPHY
tw: parental death
His mother, a vibrant and ambitious young woman, often yearned to trade her small-town lifestyle for something more exciting. When Arthur Winslet, the owner of a resort franchise, offered her a position as a personal assistant, she eagerly accepted. She traveled to multiple countries with him and spent many nights in his company. Their relationship lasted for nine months before abruptly coming to an end when rumors of a possible pregnancy surfaced. Arthur’s wife quickly put her foot down and demanded that he sever ties with his assistant. Shortly after, his mother returned to her home with a check in one hand, a non-disclosure agreement in the other, and a baby on the way.
Jaces’s early childhood, while not without its challenges, was content. He was aware that his family stood out from others in the town. Living in a multi-generational household without a present father, he knew that his upbringing differed from that of his peers. However, he didn’t fully comprehend the implications of this difference. What he did know was that his mother, a hardworking single parent, tirelessly provided for them both, and his grandparents were a constant and loving presence in his everyday life.
At the age of eighteen, Jace’s world came crashing down with the sudden passing of his mother. The news of her death spread rapidly, even reaching Arthur. An instinct that had laid dormant within him for eighteen years was awakened - a paternal instinct. In an attempt to compensate for lost time, Arthur extended an offer of a lavish lifestyle, one that Jace’s mother had once dreamed of. Jace accepted the offer almost instantly, eager to start a new life with the father he had always been curious about. In just one week, Jason had settled into his father’s estate and had already met his extended family. Within a month, Arthur began teaching him the ins and outs of the family business while simultaneously allowing him to explore and experience the world’s wonders. During his gap year, Jason indulged in the finer things in life.
After completing his gap year, he began his first term at the University of Chicago. In an attempt to follow his father’s career path and potentially assume control of the family business, he chose to pursue a business major. It became apparent that Jason struggled in school, encountering challenges with failed tests and missed assignments. However, with the financial support of Arthur’s substantial resources and frequent contributions, Jason was able to graduate.
The next three years passed by in a blur for him, with frequent trips and a few promotions that were facilitated by his father’s connections. Jason had crawled his way up the ladder but during that time it had became apparentto him that business was not his calling. The news of Jason quitting was met with disappointment. Arthur, feeling unimpressed, believed his child was being lazy and irresponsible. He couldn’t understand why his son would give up on something so significant for the family.
Jason’s resentment towards his father reached a new level. It was in that moment when Jace saw Arthur’s true nature. He finally realized that his father was a self-centered man, concerned only with his own desires. This realization was painful for Jason, as he had always believed that Arthur was a good person. Now, he knew better. Arthur was a man who preached about sacrifices but had never lost anything, always taking and taking until there was nothing else to give. Jason refused to end up like his father, and he was determined to live his life how he wanted.
Since departing from his father’s business and cutting all ties, Jason has seen remarkable progress in his life. In the past year, he has successfully cultivated a peaceful lifestyle. While he occasionally yearns for a parental figure, his chosen family of friends has played a crucial role in providing him with support and assistance.
HEADCANNONS
+ father/son relationship was v similar to roman and logan from succession.
+ he's currently taking a page out of trish's handbook (from ally and austin) & is constantly working odd/insane jobs.
+ himbo
+ has a tendency to push boundaries & overstep. he means well but has a hard time understanding others limits.
+ he has a shit ton of magnets from his traveling days, they legit take up majority of the outside of his fridge.
( chase sui wonders . cis woman . she/her ) - the chicago resident , ( reese huáng ) , was heard blaring ( living human girl / the regrettes) this morning . the ( twenty eight ) year old is a ( bartender / wannabe actress ) in the city & has lived the ( west ) tower for ( two years ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( wayward ) , but also ( affable ) , i guess we'll find out soon !
BASIC STATS:
full name: reese elena huáng
birthday: 21st may 1996 (28 years old)
gender: cis woman (she/her)
sexuality: pansexual
relationship status: very single
occupation: bartender/wannabe actress
AESTHETICS:
filming self-tapes with the help of friends, scruffy converse, memorizing lines on the way into work, nails always adorned with black nail varnish, bright grins, late night road trips with friends, ripped skinny jeans, endlessly queuing up for auditions, trying your hardest to make a good impression, loud shouts, always having an answer for everything.
INTRO:
this will be updated accordingly!
reese is originally from pittsburgh, pennsylvania. she's the oldest of three & has two younger brothers.
she moved to chicago around two years ago and has been living in a two-bedroom apartment in the mariana west tower for the same amount of time.
growing up, she always knew what she wanted to do, she wanted to be an actress, like her mother was.
before her mother met her father, she starred in a few daytime tv adverts and low-budget crappy films, to earn some extra cash.
but she saved a copy of everything that she'd been in & shared it with her kids.
reese LOVED watching back the tapes, as a kid, that's all she'd spend her time doing, she was fascinated with it all.
she declared that she wanted to be an actress one day at the dinner table, her parents thought she was just being silly, but oh no, she was being serious.
so they took her to all the after-school classes, she performed in all of the school plays, but something wasn't working, it was clear education wasn't right for reese.
as she started high-school and became a teenager, acting fell to the wayside a little bit & she became a bit of a rebel, getting into trouble and causing mischief.
once she finished high-school, she decided that she didn't want to go to college, work it was.
she had a variety of different jobs, but she struggled to hold anything down, as she had a big attitude.
annnnnd that's when she fell into bar work, it's perfect for her. but not what she wants to do full-time.
recently, she's fallen back in love with acting again, so she's filming self-tapes, and going to auditions, she's trying to become an actress this way instead.
she just wants to get noticed!!!!
reese is also very confident, she's the one that kicks people out of the bar she works at when its closing time, she's the one that gets in between fights etc.
she is really just trying to do her best to figure out where she wants to be in her life, bc no one else has got it figured out?! right?!
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
roomate
friends
fwbs / hook-ups
crush (??)
exes
co-stars (so far she's been in 2 low budget indie films)
co-workers
neighbours
let's brainstorm!!
if you'd like to plot with reese then please either hit me up on discord @ radcorrie or like this post. i can't wait to start writing with you all!! x
( JACOB ELORDI . CISMAN . HE/HIM ) - the chicago resident , ( ADRIAN SHEPHARD ) , was heard blaring ( i’m god / clams casino ) this morning . the ( twenty six ) year old is a ( manager at auto repair shop / drug dealer ) in the city & has lived the ( east ) tower for ( 2 years ) . since being here , they have been told to be ( - selfish ) , but also ( + assertive ) , i guess we'll find out soon !
personality
+ assertive, resourceful, confident, independent
- selfish, dishonest, reckless, pigheaded
adrian is the kind of person your parents warned you not to be friends with; the type of guy who tells you his ex is bat-shit crazy when he’s the one who drove her insane. with questionable morals and few redeeming qualities to make up for it, he rarely does anything for anyone unless it benefits him directly.
background
born in chicago to william and helen, adrian learned from a young age that the world didn’t owe him anything regardless of the hardships he faced - and there were plenty. neither william nor helen had wanted kids at the time, but helen was too far along for an abortion when they learned that she was pregnant.
from the moment adrian entered the world, helen made it clear that his presence was unwanted. she shouldered the role of unwilling mother for the next five years until she finally up and left, only leaving a hastily scribbled note saying that she couldn’t do “this” anymore. from then on, it was just adrian and his dad, who had his own set of demons to contend with. his long-standing habit of seeking comfort in the bottom of a glass eventually cost him his job and by then, he was already known around the neighborhood as a drunk.
adrian’s own reputation was far from spotless; his teenage years were filled with run-ins with the law and various stints in juvie for petty theft and assault. written off as a lost cause by most of his teachers, he coasted through school doing just enough to pass, and nothing else. drawn by the promise of money and a sense of brotherhood, he started dealing drugs for a local gang at the age of 18.
in the years that followed, adrian gained the respect of his employers, watched plenty of people destroy their lives through addiction, and even served some time back in 2021. growing up around addiction in its many forms had more or less desensitized him from the sadness of it all, so it didn't really matter to adrian who got hurt, as long as it meant more money in his pockets.
headcanons
once went to juvie for robbing another kid’s lemonade stand with a bb gun
the auto repair shop he works at is really just a front for shady business
every time he has a cold he turns into a frail victorian child on their deathbed
always carries around lip balm and applies it like this
tinder bio is just his height
love language is physical touch
allergic to shellfish
probably has praying hands and some cringy quote about how god is the only one who can judge him tatted across his chest
very passionate about the dark knight trilogy
hates buying birthday and christmas presents. whole thing stresses him out
default conversation topic: how charging more than $2 for a cup of coffee should be illegal
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