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Emily was getting out of the building after ending a photoshoot. She had her camera in her hands and got into the elevator. The girl immediately became excited about the music that was playing “It is impossible not to dance with this song. Best elevator music ever”
Abel raised an eyebrow at the girl. He was used to just standing there in an awkward, but understandable, silence with whoever else was in the elevator. “Isn’t this just generic elevator music?” he asked.
“I absolutely love when people leave me alone to fix their computers. The moment they do, who cares about actually fixing things? I just snap a selfie and bury it in the deepest folder I can find. There are pictures of me on half the computers in town, probably even yours. If that’s not a self-esteem boost, I don’t know what is.”
“Remind me to never let you touch my laptop.”
“I am about this close to committing a felony, so if we could both dispose of our trash as quietly as possible that would be great,” Lila stated with a sigh, clutching a torn up piece of white card in her hand as she stood beside the trashcan outside of the apartment block.
“I- sorry. I didn’t realize I was making that much noise.” Abel set down the black garbage bag he had slung over his shoulder. “Not that it’s any of my business or anything but you probably shouldn’t randomly threaten people. Someone might report you.”
hello i'm mae and this is a little bit about my sunbeam (aka abel)
-abel’s label is the recluse so he’s kind of shy and basically just tends to keep to himself. like he’s not the kind of person to casually make small talk with someone sitting next to him.
-he was born and raised in new york but has only been living in the city for about three years.
-he’s a bit of a serious person, which is mainly because he’s often stressed af because of writer’s block and that’s where the drugs come in.
-he ran into an old acquaintance from school when he went home for thanksgiving a year ago and briefly mentioned his problem with writer’s block. a few days later, the acquaintance texted abel, telling him that he “knew a guy” in the city that would give him a good deal on some adderall. abel brushed it off but after a few days, he decided to check it out.
-abel has been illegally taking adderall for the past year and a half. recently, he has also started to get into hallucinogens like LSD or mescaline (usually just LSD though bc mescaline is hella expensive) in hopes that it’ll help spark inspiration and creativity. but he doesn’t let anyone know about his drug use.
-he’s not a ‘touchy feely’ kind of guy but if he likes you, he’ll let you know in his own way.
-he’s got a mom and two sisters (one older, one younger). abel’s relationship with them is p average. he makes sure to go home and visit every now and then but he’s not the kind of person that calls their mom every week to tell them what’s going on, yanno?
-also he won’t admit it but his favorite way to procrastinate is to watch shitty reality shows (botched is his favorite). he’ll totally deny it though if you try to call him out on it.
thats pretty much the gist of him. he'll definitely transform a bit as the rp goes on. feel free to message me if you're interested in plotting!!
