Aleksandra Ivanova Bodrova

24; NY; mental health & activism. ❝Really to sin you have to be serious about it.❞

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“Hey, so, awkward question - can I camp out on your couch for an hour or so? I have so much work to do right now, but the construction schedule apparently requires them to be in the apartment next to me doing goodness knows what.” Sasha vaguely lifted in the stack containing her work laptop and several client files in her arms, as if to articulate just how much work she had to accomplish.

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Link quirked an eyebrow.  “Um excuse you, if anything, you’ll have to try to keep up with me” he scoffed, bouncing slightly.  “The world is our oyster, Sash.  We could rob a convenience store or see how much slushie we can get from the 7-11 or go steal a cart and launch me into traffic.”  He stepped into the lobby.  “And I have more terrible ideas where that came from!”

Sasha laughed as Link rattled off his ideas, unable to physically contain his enthusiasm. “Well, let’s stick with coffee for the time being, huh? Maybe see where the afternoon takes us from there?” She wrapped her arm through his, pulling him through the open elevator doors by their elbows.

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“Oh shit.”  Link exhaled slowly, leaning against the railing. “I hope everything is okay.  That sounds like a super stressful day.”  He sympathized, rubbing her back softly.  “Maybe we can get into some shenanigans out on this coffee venture that can cheer you up.”  He grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows.  He liked Sasha, she was always ready with a snappy comeback or a over exaggerated Jewish aunt voice.  “Or I can cause them, yanno.  My middle name is disaster, after all.”

Sasha sighed, shrugging. She normally was so adverse to being comforted - Sasha was the strong one in her family, she had to be. Strong for her parents, two intelligent and wonderful individuals who were blocked from the city around them by something as little as a few words. Strong for her brother, who constantly had to battle himself before he could even think to battle the world. “He’ll be okay. Papa’s got pnuemonia or something totally harmless, but they wanted to keep in him the hospital for a few days to recover because he’s so old.” She laughed to herself, “he absolutely hates it, Andrei says he keeps critiquing the younger doctors.” Sasha shook her head, as if shaking away the stress of the day and the situations involved. “Anyway, shenanigans may be just what I need,” she said, looking up at a him with a grin. “Although I never know if you can keep up.”

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N A M E :: Bree A G E :: 22 T I M E Z O N E :: UTC-06:00 P R O N O U N S :: they/them

S K Y P E :: brianyewest, but I rarely use it tbh. ooc via my main tumblr is more likely to actually reach me. F O U R  F A C T S :: 

I live with Kat (Frankie) and Artemis (Link). I legitimately love dogs & other animals more than I like humans. I’m a theater major turned store manager for a coffee shop. I am easily bribed with pictures of cute things.

T R I G G E R S :: abuse, rape, dissociation, self harm C H A R A C T E R :: Sasha F A C E C L A I M :: Jessica Szohr C H A R A   B I R T H D A Y :: 4 November 1991 R O L E P L A Y I N G   F O R :: like... ten years dude, I’m fucking old. F A V O R I T E   P A R T :: developing characters! B E S T   P A S T   R P :: L O L prepare to judge me hxc. it was a (super ooc) harry potter roleplay on gaia online. I played Draco, and when my rp friends found out I was like 14 they were all “WHOA UR SO GOOD AT WRITING SEX THOUGH” and I was like “I know thank” R P   P E T   P E E V E S :: unnecessary descriptions?? specifically when they’re clearly just there to meet some arbitrary word count. I would much rather read something that’s barely a full paragraph but still is well written and has lots of substance than a fucking essay that literally gives me zero things to respond to. W H Y   T H I S :: I haven’t been part of an active roleplay in a while, and I wanted to sort of lowball it by making enough of the backstory familiar to me while challenging myself by making our personalities vaguely different. I’m essentially Andrei (Sasha’s brother) IRL. R E C E I V E   A N O N :: YAS S E N D   A N O N :: no, I’m always paranoid that it will offend someone etc etc F A V E   S I X T H   A V E   C H A R A S ::

sorry, y’all, I’m not about that favorites life.

H E A D C A N O N S :: Sasha, historically, has dated more men, but she’s more physically attracted to women/feminine of center people; she is almost always craving a back rub. F A C E C L A I M   P A S S E S :: I... don’t really have any? D E V I C E :: Macbook liiiiife. I N T E R A C T I O N   S T Y L E :: Para. H O W   T O   R P   W I T H   Y O U :: Just, fuckin’... start shit with me. Like, actually, I’m not going to NOT respond. the first rule of improv is “never say no.” E T C ::

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Guess who sold a piece of art! And more importantly, guess who gets to have an excuse to go and buy myself a drink.

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“Do you ever really need an excuse to go buy a drink?” Sasha asked, smirking. “Congrats, though, that’s great! Need some celebratory company?”

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There is nothing more heart breaking than the sound of sixteen pairs of designer shoes tumbling down the stair case, and as Frankie stood at the top of the stairs watching the box she had dropped spill it’s contents she bit her tongue to keep from screaming. Instead a small whimper came out as the clattering finally stopped some two floors below. 

“Fuck moving,” she muttered.

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Sasha started at the sound of tumbling on the stairs around the corner; she paused mid step, trying to determine what the source of the thundering was, when it slowly petered out. “Well, let’s hope this isn’t a body on the landing...” she muttered to herself, rounding the corner cautiously to the sight of a pile of designer shoes. Sasha looked up the flight that they had evidently fallen down to see a new face staring at them in defeat. “Need a hand?” she called up, picking up a pair of particularly coveted Louboutins to emphasize the offer.

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“I’ve come to the decision that from this moment on, I’m going to be punk rock. I dyed my hair today and I even listened to Iron Maiden instead of Fall Out Boy or Disney or whatever. If you see me and you feel a bit intimated by my presence and dark clothing, don’t worry about it because it’s only normal.”

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“You do realize that Iron Maiden isn’t exactly punk, right?”

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“Nailed it,” He wheezed, intentionally making slightly demonic noises to accompany it.  “I am full to the brim with demons and evil spirits and they sometimes have to come out in the form of aggressive wheezing.”  He paused, looking at her curiously.  “But Sash, I do gotta ask you.  Why’re you in such a whirlwind today?  Hopefully everything’s okay?

Sasha inhaled, studying the button panel. “I guess everything’s just been weird today. Y’know, the subway was effed, people had breakdowns at the office, et cetera. Plus, Andrei- oh, shit, I totally forgot to text back Andrei,” she started, whipping her phone back out. “Sorry, I was texting my brother back when I bumped into you... our dad has been in the hospital the last couple days.”

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    “IF this footage ever goes outside of this building, I’ll bleep it out. I don’t want you to make a restaurant out of your apartment,” he chuckles. “Does that mean you like cooking, then? Because I know my brother and I can’t cook for shit.” He’s trying to keep a conversation while at the same time prompting her for more for his footage – the more comfortable he can make her the better.

“Haha, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally done something of the sort,” she responded, smiling vaguely at the memory. “And, yeah, I mean - I grew up essentially standing next to my mother, cooking. There were always things that tried our relationship as I grew up, her being an immigrant and me growing up within the city, but making lamb roast or braiding challah bread together always seemed to overcome that stuff.”

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Kit raised a curious brow as the woman sighed loudly, confused until she asked for a roll of toilet paper. A deep, warm laugh rolled from his chest and he stepped aside “Come in, girly, come in.” Amaia beamed at the woman “Pretty lady, do potty dance.” The Irishman shushed his daughter and beckoned for the woman to follow him “Wouldn’t want ye to piss yerself.”

Sasha exhaled deeply, following him in. “Thank you so much.” She looked down at the child’s voice; she was so absorbed in her predicament earlier that she hadn’t even noticed the girl. Sasha smiled vaguely, blushing even harder. This could not possibly get more embarrassing.