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i'll do it 'til the sun goes down and all through the nighttime, oh, yeah! oh, yeah, i'll tell you what you wanna hear, leave my sunglasses on while i shed a tear, it's never the right time, yeah, yeah.. i put my armor on, show you how strong i am, am, i put my armor on, i'll show you that i am! i'm unstoppable, i'm a porsche with no brakes, i'm invincible, yeah, i win every single game!
she had been having a somewhat lively conversation with someone about the merits of mistletoe when she noticed alex. her dimples appearing in full force from the smile suddenly on her face, she excused herself from the convo and hurried across the lounge to check in with her friend. "hey you!" her exuberance at seeing alex was obvious, and she cocked her head in question. "how are you? i just finished moving my stuff in this morning so i'm kind of exhausted, but it's been good fun here so far."
alex had always loved coming to these events, it gave her something to do when she felt like she was always stuck in her apartment, coming up with new art pieces for her gallery. "hey!" she replied, a small smile appearing on her lips when her friend walks up to her. "i'm good, thanks so much for asking." she admitted. "all by yourself and you didn't ask me for help? you know i would have taken time out of my busy schedule to help you if you needed it, mon ami."
the arconia holiday party had turned into exactly what declan expected: too much food, too many drinks, and neighbors who suddenly remembered each other’s names after months of polite avoidance. he stood near the bar cart someone had wheeled in from god-knows-where, rolling a plastic cup between his palms as he scanned the room. laughter rose and fell in uneven waves. someone had put on a holiday playlist that skipped jarringly between classic crooners and overly cheerful pop covers.
declan was halfway through a sip when he spotted a familiar face across the room. it took a second to place him- out of context, without the muted hum of cables and fluorescent lights, but then it clicked. the elevator. a few brief rides shared in silence, one awkward conversation about the building’s unreliable floor buttons. they’d exchanged nods since, nothing more.
the guy looked different now, less contained, a drink in hand instead of keys or mail. declan found himself watching him for a moment longer than necessary, curiosity pricking at the back of his mind. before he could overthink it, he shifted closer, angling his body toward him in what he hoped passed for casual. “pretty sure this is the most i’ve ever seen the arconia socialize all at once,” declan said, glancing around the crowded lounge before looking back at him. “i don’t think the elevators have ever been this empty.”
it was nice to get a break from work every once in a while, conrad needed it after working pretty much throughout the entire holiday season. you know what they say, there are no breaks when you work in the medical field, and as a firefighter, that was extremely true for him. there was always going to be someone burning the turkey on christmas and nearly burning their house down or someone getting so full that they could explode and it was his job to make sure that they make it safely through the holidays.
it wasn't odd to find the young man near the drinks table at the party with a red solo cup in hand, he desperately needed it after the day he's had. he was so caught up in everything that was going on however that he didn't even notice one of his neighbors walking over to him and was caught off guard when he spoke.
"jesus, man, you scared the shit out of me." he admitted with a small chuckle, finally coming out of it. he then nodded at the other's words, looking around the room. "you can say that again, i feel like i barely see anyone outside of their apartment these days."
when andrew wandered into the residents lounge, it was still mostly empty except for a few early drifters and the leftovers of a setup that hadn’t been fully invaded yet. he had already claimed his little pocket of peace by the drinks, poured himself something decent, and let the room fill in around him at its own pace. when olivia walked in, he glanced up over the rim of his glass, expression settling into that faint, knowing curve. "liv, you got down here quick," he called out to her, glass tipping in her direction. "i figured you’d take your time. thought that was the whole point for you guys.” a gentle jab as his eyes stayed on her. "midnight crowd already boring you?"
olivia would be lying if she had said she was planning on coming to this event, she would have much rather been at the club or at home, watching tv. however, when she heard that pretty much half the town would be there, she knew she had to go.. gives her more networking opportunities. "you know i can never say no to free drinks and decent music." she teased, a small smile appearing on her lips as a result. "no, the club had to close early tonight, something about a family emergency or some shit i don't know."
Status: Closed for @unstcppablcs (Any!)
Location: Resident's lounge
"You don't even look tired." Dante remarked as he held up a hand in an effort to cover his yawn. He considered himself lucky that he didn't have to go into work the next day, but it didn't mean he was able to stay up into the wee hours of the morning the way that he used to when he was younger. He'd called to tell the kids happy New Years, and wasn't surprised that only one of them was up, so now he wasn't sure why he was still awake himself - what was the point, the fact the booze hadn't all ran out? "I'm not great at late holidays anymore." Was it better or worse than waking up at 5am to pack up the kids to see the grandparents, though? Probably not, if he was honest, and not just because it would mean his family was back together.
"I don't sleep much at night, so I'm pretty used to it at this point." Enzo admitted with a small chuckle. Growing up, he was either playing video games until one in the morning or driving his dad's old sports car around, so he wasn't at all phased by the late holiday hours. "I think you're just getting old, dude, it was bound to happen at some point." He teased the older male with a small laugh, although there was a small amount of truth to his words.
( michael cimino, cis man, he/him ) ✧ ⸻ was that LORENZO GABRIEL walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to APARTMENT #806 from MIAMI, FLORIDA. the 26 year old works as a CASHIER AT THE CORNER SHOP seems like they’d be INTELLIGENT but also a little bit SELFISH. whenever i see ENZO, i always think of LEATHER JACKETS, ALMOST ALWAYS STARTING SOMETHING HE CAN NEVER FINISH, AND NEVER KNOWING WHEN TO KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT.
BASICS
full name: lorenzo aurelio gabriel
nickname(s): enzo, enz
date of birth: february 14, 1999
zodiac sign: aquarius
ethnicity/nationality: italian-german, puerto rican
gender: cis man
sexual orientation: pansexual
romantic orientation: panromantic
PERSONALITY
label: the troublemaker
positive traits: intelligent, resourceful, and kind hearted
negative traits childish, wild, and reckless
goals/desires: to make a name for himself
fears: losing those that he loves
hobbies: drinking, street racing with friends, and winning all kinds of awards for said street racing
BIOGRAPHY
tw: death, murder lorenzo aurelio gabriel was born and raised in miami, florida as the eldest son of amalia & sebastian gabriel, three minutes before his fraternal twin sister was born. growing up, the gabriel's have always been a very happy family, so it was no surprise to many that the young children grew up so well-behaved. lorenzo & his twin's parents were both famous street racers in the miami area, which is how they met, and the two instantly fell for one another. their relationship was honestly just like dom & letty from the fast and furious franchise, the only difference in that they had two children together that were both theirs instead of the one that is only dom's son in the franchise and letty's stepson. due to their parents being such prominent names in the street racing world, enzo always looked up to their parents and wanted to be just like them, although every time he asked his dad always retorted back with the answer that he had been to young to drive. it wasn't until his sixteenth birthday that his dad actually let him get behind the wheel of his 90s jaguar and drive around the neighborhood a bit, although enzo would have much preferred racing alongside his dad, but he once again said that he was too young. being the rebellious kid that he was however, enzo never truly listened to either of his parents warnings, getting behind the wheel and running his first race with the help of his sister. lucky for him, he was able to win his first race with the help of his team, but there had been quite a few experienced racers that didn't like the sound of that. due to this, enzo tried the best he could to keep his identity a secret as well as why he was so good at racing on his first attempt, but karma truly is a bitch and it was only a matter of time before said racers found out who his family was. as a result of their anger, said racers stormed his childhood home in their sports cars while both of his parents were on a jog, but only managed to run over his dad and took enzo's trophy with them as leverage, while his mom was able to make an escape. it wasn't until he had gotten home from school that he saw what had happened, falling into a deep depression for the next few days and swearing off street racing as well. he knew that if he had just listened to his dad in the first place, this would have never happened, and went mute for the next few years as a result of his overwhelming guilt for not doing so. because of this, his mom had made the decision to move both of her children to her childhood home where they would stay with their grandparents for a few days until she was able to find a home for a fresh start. ten years later, enzo now lives in the arconia apartments not far from his family, but he continues to have nightmares about seeing his dad's unconscious body and wakes up screaming most of the time, much to his neighbors dismay, which is why he steps into his dad's old street racing car as a result for a bit of self reflection and a good cry every once in a while. however, every time he even thinks about racing again, he freezes and breaks down.
"bonjour, olivia!" her cheery disposition grew brighter once she spotted just the person she had been hoping to run into in the residents' lounge. it was the kind of greeting belle reserved for when she was looking for someone to do her a favor. which, right now, was exactly the case. she pulled the other into a quick hug before speaking again. "i know i said last time would be the last time but.." she paused for a moment to study the other's features, gauging her response, and offered a sheepish look, "you're dj'ing at marquee this friday, right? i really need a booth. i'll do anything. s'il vous plaît, i'm begging!" // @unstcppablcs
"what's up, red?" liv responded back to the other, a small smile appearing on her lips once she spotted her. it was obvious to tell that belle needed something from her, a favor perhaps? although she tried her best to hide the fact that she knew that. i mean, what are friends for, right? "what is it this time?" she replied after she spoke, putting her dj set in autopilot for a minute so that the people there didn't have to live in complete silence during their talk. "i am, yes, it's only one of the most important events of the year." she admitted with a small chuckle before then nodding. "okay, yeah sure, i don't see why not? any specific time limit you need it by?"
( anne hathaway, cis woman, she/her ) ✧ ⸻ was that ALEXANDRA FONTAINE walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to APARTMENT #101 from PARIS, FRANCE. the 43 year old works as an ARTIST seems like they’d be MOTHERLY but also a little bit PESSIMISTIC. whenever i see ALEX, i always think of A WALK-IN CLOSET FILLED WITH A MULTITUDE OF EXPENSIVE CLOTHING, DESIGNER ACCESSORIES, AND HER NAME ALL OVER THE FINEST GALLERIES IN ARCONIA.
BASICS
full name: alexandra dubois fontaine
nickname(s): alex, lex, lexie
date of birth: june 30, 1982
zodiac sign: cancer
ethnicity/nationality: caucasian
gender: cis woman
sexual orientation: bisexual
romantic orientation: biromantic
PERSONALITY
label: the opulent
positive traits: intelligent, motherly, and kind hearted
negative traits destructive, blunt, and inconsiderate
goals/desires: to get the world to see the true beauty of art again
fears: losing those that she loves
hobbies: drinking expensive wine, going to the most lavish parties, buying the most expensive clothes, painting something new every day, and watching trashy reality tv
BIOGRAPHY
alexandra dubois fontaine was born and raised in the city of love that is paris, france as the only daughter of margaret & gabriel fontaine. growing up, alexandra was practically raised by her nanny due to both of her parents being extremely busy people.. maybe that's why she had a bit of a rebellious streak as a child. due to her parents never being around, the young woman always felt rather alone.. she never had anyone to talk to besides the staff in her family mansion. due to this, the only 'friends' the young alex had were the ones she made up in her head, her best friend went by the name of rose, a young talking zebra that she went everywhere with. was it odd to see such a young girl talking to someone that truly wasn't there? yes, but it was the only way she felt like she wasn't alone for once. her imaginary friend phase lasted quite a bit longer than it should have for most girls her age, continuing to talk to rose up until she was about 15 years old. it was at that ripe age that alex had found a new love, art, although her first subject was a painting of her imaginary friend she drew beautifully as she painted the background of the places she had been to with her as well. in this day and age, there are still times that the young woman reverts back to talking to her imaginary friend, especially when she feels truly alone, but not as much as she did when she was younger. alex mainly talks to rose whenever she feels anxious about an art show coming up or an awards ceremony in her name, but never when anyone is around her.
( joe keery, cis man, he/him ) ✧ ⸻ was that CONRAD AUSTIN walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to APARTMENT #403 from BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. the 31 year old works as a FIREFIGHTER seems like they’d be CHARMING but also a little bit SARCASTIC. whenever i see CONNIE, i always think of HORRIBLE DAD JOKES, MICHAEL SCOTT FROM THE OFFICE BEING HIS SPIRIT ANIMAL, AND UNTUCKED SHIRTS.
BASICS
full name: conrad nathaniel austin
nickname(s): con, connie
date of birth: august 11, 1994
zodiac sign: leo
ethnicity/nationality: caucasian
gender: cis man
sexual orientation: bisexual
romantic orientation: biromantic
PERSONALITY
label: the comedian
positive traits: charming, optimistic, and kind hearted
negative traits childish, self centered, and destructive
goals/desires: making his mom proud
fears: losing those that he loves and spiders
hobbies: watching the office during his free time, researching different types of dad jokes to make his friends and family laugh, learning how to do parkour, and drinking
BIOGRAPHY
tw: abandonment conrad nathaniel austin was born and raised in brooklyn, new york to karen & roger austin as their only child. growing up, conrad was always a bit of a mama's boy, especially since she seemed to be the only parent that actually cared about him. ever since he was born, his father never really treated him like his son, he always tended to treat him and his mom like strangers that lived in the same house as him. well, his dad actually treated his mom like his own maid, forcing her to cook and clean without any help from him whatsoever, and bringing him his daily can of beer as well. due to this, conrad honestly hated his dad and almost never wanted to hang out with him, and he also wanted to talk back to him as well, but was too scared to. it wasn't hard to tell that roger hated his family, especially since by the time conrad turned seven years old, his dad packed his bags and left him and his mom to fend for themselves. conrad was upset at first, especially since he didn't want to be the only one in his friend group without a dad, but then he started watching sitcoms. it was then that he felt like he had a father figure in life, the perfect one in fact, as he watched all those different types of tv dads with their kids. it was from that moment on that he started lying about his family situation to his closest friends and he started telling people that the dads you see on tv was the type of dad that he had, a fabricated lie but one that he truly wished for. his hero though? michael scott from the office, mainly because he saw so much of himself in him, but also because he liked all the dad jokes that he told the others in the show and how he used laughter as a bit of a defense mechanism. that's where conrad's humor comes from, michael scott's jokes in the office, as well as from other sitcoms he grew up on. however, when there's something he prefers not to answer or simply doesn't have an answer for, he uses jokes as a bit of a shield from his true feelings, especially since the only person that has ever seen him cry is his mom.
( park chaeyoung, cis woman, she/her ) ✧ ⸻ was that OLIVIA RHEE walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to APARTMENT #505 from SEAFORD, DE. the 28 year old works as a DJ seems like they’d be OPTIMISTIC but also a little bit RECKLESS. whenever i see LIV, i always think of LATE NIGHTS SPENT AT THE CLUB, COMING HOME USUALLY DRUNK AS HELL, AND A DIFFERENT PERSON IN HER BED EVERY NIGHT.
BASICS
full name: olivia jeanine rhee
nickname(s): liv, livvy
date of birth: october 31, 1997
zodiac sign: scorpio
ethnicity/nationality: korean
gender: cis woman
sexual orientation: pansexual
romantic orientation: panromantic
PERSONALITY
label: the reveller
positive traits: intelligent, outgoing, and optimistic
negative traits clumsy, vain, and reckless
goals/desires: overall success in her career
fears: losing those that she loves and mice
hobbies: drinking, making mixtapes for special people in her life, all things music, and partying with friends
BIOGRAPHY
olivia jeanine rhee was born and raised in seaford, delaware to hellen rhee & lee hyeon, a random man she met at a bar after her husband had left her and her eldest child all by themselves. it truly was nothing but a stupid one night stand for the woman, so it was no surprise to many that when she fell pregnant with her second child, she never told the father. growing up, olivia simply referred to her father as a "sperm donor", especially since her mother refused to tell her his name.. not because he was a bad man or anything, but simply because she wasn't entirely sure how the grown man would react to having an adult daughter he never knew about had the time come. as a result, young liv was fairly close to her mother and her other siblings, they were basically attached at the hip as kids and she considered her siblings some of her bestest friends. however, this didn't last very long because by the time she started high school was the time that she started hanging out with the popular crowd at her school or the "bad" crowd as her mother liked to call them. due to this, she quickly went from the sweet & innocent little girl everyone knew and loved to an extreme wild card and the kid that everyone's parents warned them about.. the one that no kid would want to hang out with because they'd either end up in jail with her.. or worse. fast forward a few years later, liv is still that same little girl that moms fear and younger girls look up to, but this time she actually has a bit of sense into her and doesn't get into much trouble as she used to. due to her current occupation as a dj, she is also one of the few people in town that can get her friends and family in anywhere even if it's sold out because of the connections she has.