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Please respond to this message to let us know you're doing alright. We understand the majority of you are finishing finals and preparing for the holidays, so we're not going to be too hard. We're still waiting for a few intros. If you can, please give us an ETA when we'll see an intro from your characters that have yet to make it to IC. We would like to give a soft deadline of one week, but we do understand if things get hectic. Just please try so we can move things along.
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Please respond to this message to let us know you're doing alright. We understand the majority of you are finishing finals and preparing for the holidays, so we're not going to be too hard. We're still waiting for a few intros. If you can, please give us an ETA when we'll see an intro from your characters that have yet to make it to IC. We would like to give a soft deadline of one week, but we do understand if things get hectic. Just please try so we can move things along.
Those who have already posted, feel free to post again! This roleplay is your oyster, don't hesitate to pm anyone to do a collab too.
Thanks,
The Admins
Location: Outside heading to Dorms → Mayweather Old East → Fountain → Mayweather Old West
Interacting with: His cousin's men → some cool Halloween guy? → Amy's door @Lasrever
Surrounded by men dressed in fine tuxedos and shades, the true men in black, Virgil stopped at the fork of a sidewalk that led to either Mayweather Old West or Old East. He held tightly, possessively, onto his Panasonic DVX200. Today was the day he would capture movie magic… while on his “date” with Amy Stevenson. A goddamn sweetheart that one. The young Italian pup had told his new friend he’d pick her up at her room a little before departure because he had something to do prior to that. What was this something, you may ask?
He was officially moving on campus. Okay, he wasn’t going to stay in his dorm every night since his Uncle Leo didn’t live too far away, but he was going to crash here when he didn’t want to travel back to his family’s house. He expected late nights sneaking around and capturing glorious candid shots for his documentary. It was going to be lit. He took a moment to clean his shades and debated on whether or not he was actually going to dress up for the two-day festival. Maybe he should just be a gangster? That would be easy and not too far from the truth. Placing his sunglasses back on, he nodded to himself before following the path that led to Old East. The right one.
As he walked, all those that saw him with at least a dozen men carrying some of his shit, moved out of the way and did not meet his gaze (or any of them for that matter). Virgil wasn’t trying to be intimidating, he just had a lot of shit that needed to be in a convenient, easily attainable place.
Why not use some of his cousin’s men to transport his belongings?
Once he entered the building, he looked down at a piece of paper that had his dorm information: Room 1B. Roommate Min-soo Myeong. Usually, Virgil would do a basic background check to make sure he wasn’t rooming with some psycho or something but the young boy was aiming to have a normal college career. That meant, he’d learn about people the good ol’ fashioned way - by asking questions, inquiring further, and ultimately, getting to know them.
No time must be wasted. After he unlocked the door with his key card, he threw it open which announced his arrival. Virgil had no idea if his roommate was going to be in or not. Snapping his fingers with his free hand (not the one holding the camera),the short boy observed all his men piling in. They surveyed the space, from the width to the length, and whether or not they could fit most, if not all, of Virgil’s shit. This was a new dawn, a new age for the littlest Hart. Unfortunately, his roommate wasn't in. Such was life, but that was okay. He was on the clock and needed to pick up Amy.
Leaving his men to take care of his belongings, Virgil strolled on out of his dorm with his classy suit, deciding he'd just be a gangster since he didn't want to change out of his attire. Bleh, he had to walk to the other dorm now. Why couldn't Amy be in the same building?
The moment he stepped outside, he spotted something strange...
Making sure his camera was indeed on record, he approached the enigmatic being, who was by the fountain waiting... for him? Virgil looked left and then right... no one seemed to be noticing this guy with such a dope ass costume on. Unobservant teens these days. It reminded him of something from Lord of the Rings.
"Heyo! Can I get a name? That's some cool effects you got going on... you know the smoke coming from your cloak. You definitely take Halloween for-serious."
The obscure figure did not say anything immediately. Instead, a hissing groan escaped his lips. Holding onto his camera and pointing it at his new subject, Virgil smiled, "Even got the act down too. Cool."
Virgil watched his camera screen as the figure gradually made his way to him. When the space between them was no longer and they were only inches away from each other, the unknown entity brought his scrawny and grotesque hand out to lift Virgil's chin to look up at him. There was a sour smell coming from this man and even with Virgil looking up, he couldn't make out the face within the hood.
"Where is Vincent..." hardily audible words left the figure's mouth but thankfully, Virgil was able to catch the name.
"Vince? My cuz, Vince?" The clocked man did not say anything in return, he just kept his fingers on Virgil's chin. "Sorry, guy, if you were good friends with my cousin he died last year when his school burnt down." To those who did take the time to look at the fountain, they'd think Virgil was insane and talking to himself.
The hand let go of the young boy and hid back away under the clock.
"Shame... I could have saved him..." There was a loud ringing noise coming for a distant, possibly the nearby church bells, that caused the figure to screech in pain. "I...must leave."
"Wait! What do you mean you could've saved him? What do you know?"
"I know... enough. Virgil, look for your grandmother's journal and say hi to my brothers, your dad and uncle."
Before Virgil could even get a name out of the weird man, he dissipated in darkness. Stunned for a moment, Virgil intently stared at the fountain wondering what the hell just happened. Going to his camera and ending record, he played back his footage only to see that he caught nothing on tape... a phantom? "Wait... my dad only has one brother and that's his twin." The Italian boy didn't know what to think with the sudden appearance of his possible uncle? Maybe the next time he returned home he'd tell his family about it. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. What was he doing again?
Oh yeah! Amy!
Checking the time, Virgil realized it was exactly the time he said he'd be at her dorm. SHIT. He was going to be late. Booking it, he ran to Mayweather Old West to pick up his date. When he reached her dorm, he fixed his posture, caught his breath, cleared his throat, and then knocked on her door, "You all good?"
He was officially moving on campus. Okay, he wasn’t going to stay in his dorm every night since his Uncle Leo didn’t live too far away, but he was going to crash here when he didn’t want to travel back to his family’s house. He expected late nights sneaking around and capturing glorious candid shots for his documentary. It was going to be lit. He took a moment to clean his shades and debated on whether or not he was actually going to dress up for the two-day festival. Maybe he should just be a gangster? That would be easy and not too far from the truth. Placing his sunglasses back on, he nodded to himself before following the path that led to Old East. The right one.
As he walked, all those that saw him with at least a dozen men carrying some of his shit, moved out of the way and did not meet his gaze (or any of them for that matter). Virgil wasn’t trying to be intimidating, he just had a lot of shit that needed to be in a convenient, easily attainable place.
Why not use some of his cousin’s men to transport his belongings?
Once he entered the building, he looked down at a piece of paper that had his dorm information: Room 1B. Roommate Min-soo Myeong. Usually, Virgil would do a basic background check to make sure he wasn’t rooming with some psycho or something but the young boy was aiming to have a normal college career. That meant, he’d learn about people the good ol’ fashioned way - by asking questions, inquiring further, and ultimately, getting to know them.
No time must be wasted. After he unlocked the door with his key card, he threw it open which announced his arrival. Virgil had no idea if his roommate was going to be in or not. Snapping his fingers with his free hand (not the one holding the camera),the short boy observed all his men piling in. They surveyed the space, from the width to the length, and whether or not they could fit most, if not all, of Virgil’s shit. This was a new dawn, a new age for the littlest Hart. Unfortunately, his roommate wasn't in. Such was life, but that was okay. He was on the clock and needed to pick up Amy.
Leaving his men to take care of his belongings, Virgil strolled on out of his dorm with his classy suit, deciding he'd just be a gangster since he didn't want to change out of his attire. Bleh, he had to walk to the other dorm now. Why couldn't Amy be in the same building?
The moment he stepped outside, he spotted something strange...
Making sure his camera was indeed on record, he approached the enigmatic being, who was by the fountain waiting... for him? Virgil looked left and then right... no one seemed to be noticing this guy with such a dope ass costume on. Unobservant teens these days. It reminded him of something from Lord of the Rings.
"Heyo! Can I get a name? That's some cool effects you got going on... you know the smoke coming from your cloak. You definitely take Halloween for-serious."
The obscure figure did not say anything immediately. Instead, a hissing groan escaped his lips. Holding onto his camera and pointing it at his new subject, Virgil smiled, "Even got the act down too. Cool."
Virgil watched his camera screen as the figure gradually made his way to him. When the space between them was no longer and they were only inches away from each other, the unknown entity brought his scrawny and grotesque hand out to lift Virgil's chin to look up at him. There was a sour smell coming from this man and even with Virgil looking up, he couldn't make out the face within the hood.
"Where is Vincent..." hardily audible words left the figure's mouth but thankfully, Virgil was able to catch the name.
"Vince? My cuz, Vince?" The clocked man did not say anything in return, he just kept his fingers on Virgil's chin. "Sorry, guy, if you were good friends with my cousin he died last year when his school burnt down." To those who did take the time to look at the fountain, they'd think Virgil was insane and talking to himself.
The hand let go of the young boy and hid back away under the clock.
"Shame... I could have saved him..." There was a loud ringing noise coming for a distant, possibly the nearby church bells, that caused the figure to screech in pain. "I...must leave."
"Wait! What do you mean you could've saved him? What do you know?"
"I know... enough. Virgil, look for your grandmother's journal and say hi to my brothers, your dad and uncle."
Before Virgil could even get a name out of the weird man, he dissipated in darkness. Stunned for a moment, Virgil intently stared at the fountain wondering what the hell just happened. Going to his camera and ending record, he played back his footage only to see that he caught nothing on tape... a phantom? "Wait... my dad only has one brother and that's his twin." The Italian boy didn't know what to think with the sudden appearance of his possible uncle? Maybe the next time he returned home he'd tell his family about it. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. What was he doing again?
Oh yeah! Amy!
Checking the time, Virgil realized it was exactly the time he said he'd be at her dorm. SHIT. He was going to be late. Booking it, he ran to Mayweather Old West to pick up his date. When he reached her dorm, he fixed his posture, caught his breath, cleared his throat, and then knocked on her door, "You all good?"
|| Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ||
The Lovelace estate → Walking to Main Street
Main Street → FiFi's Apartment
|| Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｎｇ Ｗｉｔｈ ||
Each Other → Eliana with FiFi @Silent Observer
|| Ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎ Ｏｆ ||
Alex @reiko
The Lovelace estate → Walking to Main Street
Main Street → FiFi's Apartment
|| Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｎｇ Ｗｉｔｈ ||
Each Other → Eliana with FiFi @Silent Observer
|| Ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎ Ｏｆ ||
Alex @reiko
How long had he been writing? Erik Lovelace spent the past couple of days bed ridden, along with his mother, who both had this sickness, that nearly everyone seemed to be getting. She had it far worse than him - she could hardly move. Her body physically ached to the point where he had to help her to the bathroom even though the moment she stood up she felt incredibly nauseated and wanted to pass out. Today, he was itching to go out, to do something, anything really. He had woken up around 5 AM feeling better than ever and since then, he had prepared for his day in less than five minutes, sat himself down at his desk, and wrote...
Mostly jotting down the weird images in his head and wondering if he could incorporate his subconscious thoughts into his current fictional project. As far as the community knew of Erik's writing capabilities, his work on the Verona Herald is some of the more humane, empathetic entries the paper had to offer. If anything, he lets the people of his community drive his stories, not the other way around. There weren't many individuals who had the satisfaction of reading his poetry, hearing his songs, and getting their hands on the fantasy stories he's written since he was a child. That was far too personal to expose to others. Only a handful of people were his exceptions but that didn't change the fact that it all started begrudgingly. If there was one thing he wasn't fond of doing, it was giving people a deeper glimpse of what resided inside of him.
Some things were better left unsaid or perhaps, said without the use of words?
While he stared down at one of the many notebooks he had, the rest were in large piles in his office (yes, he had an office to himself), the thought of checking up on his mother came to mind. Had he even eaten yet? No, no he didn't. After placing his notebook on his desk, Erik stood up and stretched his arms, letting a wide yawn escape his lips. Without further ado, he became the true concerning son that he was and went to check on his poor, sick mother, who was probably still knocked out from all the meds.
Strolling down the hall, he reached the master bedroom and gently knocked on her door with his knuckles, "Darling mother of mine, you hungry? I can--" That's when he registered the freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and most definitely some of the fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes made on Earth. Pushing her door open, her bed was vacant and looked like it hadn't been slept on for days, but really, Eliana was just impressive when it came to taking out wrinkles and creases. Turning on his heel, he sped walked to the railing and poked his head over it to stare down toward the living room, "Ma? MA. MOM. MOTHER."
No answer.
Huffing to himself, Erik quickly went to his bedroom and grabbed his black jean jacket, his white scarf, and black gloves. Before exiting his room, he made sure his jacket had all his necessities pocketed in it like his phone, voice recorder, note pad, pen, Ipod, cigarettes, house keys, and other various items that he deemed necessary. Grabbing his wallet off his night stand, the tall boy gently shoved it in his pant's pocket before FINALLY going downstairs to the kitchen.
No mother. Just food she left for him and a... ah-ha! On the fridge, she wrote in magnet alphabet letters: Call me.
Alright. Planting his bottom on his go-to dining room seat, he reached in his jacket, took out his phone, and sped dialed his mother's number. Once he was done putting his call on speaker, he placed it on the table and poured himself bitter, hot, and strong coffee. No add ins. Completely black, how he needed it. When he presumed she answered the phone, he didn't give her a chance to say: hello? Instead, Erik scolded, "What are you doing? You're sick. If I left the house yesterday, you'd slap me silly."
"Oh hush. I've been helping out on Main Street and I'm not THAT sick. Not anymore." He could feel his mother roll her eyes on the other side.
"Is there an event going on?" He raised an eyebrow, bringing his cup of Joe to his lips and taking a desired sip.
"Oh shocker. My boy hasn't been keeping up with the times. Long story short, glass of all the shops shattered everywhere and I've been helping out wherever I can." He could hear the brisk wind coming from his mother's side and even light chatter.
"... Is it serious? Did anyone get hurt?"
"Not that we know of. But that's not why I wanted you to call. I wanted to tell you before I forget. Tomorrow, come to my office during your free period."
"Why? What did I do? What are you making me do?" With his mouth full of breakfast, he narrowed his eyes. His mother was up to no good. Signing him up to something he probably didn't agree to do at all.
"Erik, do you not remember what we talked about last week?" She clicked her tongue.
"Yes, no, am I suppose to?" He wiped the grease on his fingers from the bacon on a napkin. If anything, he probably was only half listening to her when she proposed whatever to him.
"Alex. You're becoming her tutor and you two need to set up a bi-weekly schedule."
"Wait what?!" Since when?! Why couldn't it be Liz suffering academically?! Zoning out for a moment as his mother's voice became background noise, Erik went quiet. Unresponsive.
Why was he thinking this? Everything was intimately close, like watching a movie with close ups after close ups. He couldn't make out who he was thinking of but he didn't want to shut his mind off. He couldn't.
Shit. Abort. Abort. Why was he thinking about her right now!? That felt way too real. He even had goosebumps.
He needed to leave.
"Ma, I got to go. I'll see you eventually, I'm sure."
"Alright, don't get into too much trouble, you hear?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You too. Love you." Erik hung up the phone, shot up from his seat, and swiftly cleaned up his mess before he marched out the door to do something.
"I-" The phone went dead. "Love you too." Eliana sighed as she shook her head at the thought of her son being in a rush to do whatever, as usual. Once Erik hung up, she received a couple of messages from her good friend, FiFi. Both of them could use a friend date. It's been a couple of days since they could do something other than lay in bed and hope to some higher power they would get better. A friend date sounded nice. Though, what Fifi may have in store for the 40 year old woman, she did not know. Eliana had bundled herself up well enough so she wouldn't get sick again.
It was strange that both her and her son grew ill near the same time... but she supposed the flu was spreading faster this season than previous ones.
How did Eliana make a best friend out of a 25 year old? One of the many mysteries that surrounded her. She also drew most people from the ages 15 to 25 because they respected her and liked that she listened. If there was one thing Eliana would never do, it was refuse someone, especially a child, teen, or young adult, that sought for her help.
While Eliana left Main Street to pick up her friend (and yes, walk, walking was nice in a small town), Erik was making his way to the very place she was leaving (it would take some time since he was coming from Riveredge). He hadn't texted anyone because he was sure he'd find people he knew eventually. This town wasn't THAT big. Plus, he took this moment, while he walked in silence, to smoke. He was itching for it ever since his mom dropped the bomb of his tutoring fate on him. Sure, she didn't know about his and Alex's history, but it was still going to be awkward as shit.
Putting her phone against her ear, Eliana stood outside of FiFi's domain, waiting for the wilting flower to pick up. When she did so, the guidance counselor smiled, "What's on today's agenda?"
Mostly jotting down the weird images in his head and wondering if he could incorporate his subconscious thoughts into his current fictional project. As far as the community knew of Erik's writing capabilities, his work on the Verona Herald is some of the more humane, empathetic entries the paper had to offer. If anything, he lets the people of his community drive his stories, not the other way around. There weren't many individuals who had the satisfaction of reading his poetry, hearing his songs, and getting their hands on the fantasy stories he's written since he was a child. That was far too personal to expose to others. Only a handful of people were his exceptions but that didn't change the fact that it all started begrudgingly. If there was one thing he wasn't fond of doing, it was giving people a deeper glimpse of what resided inside of him.
Some things were better left unsaid or perhaps, said without the use of words?
While he stared down at one of the many notebooks he had, the rest were in large piles in his office (yes, he had an office to himself), the thought of checking up on his mother came to mind. Had he even eaten yet? No, no he didn't. After placing his notebook on his desk, Erik stood up and stretched his arms, letting a wide yawn escape his lips. Without further ado, he became the true concerning son that he was and went to check on his poor, sick mother, who was probably still knocked out from all the meds.
Strolling down the hall, he reached the master bedroom and gently knocked on her door with his knuckles, "Darling mother of mine, you hungry? I can--" That's when he registered the freshly brewed coffee, bacon, eggs, and most definitely some of the fluffiest chocolate chip pancakes made on Earth. Pushing her door open, her bed was vacant and looked like it hadn't been slept on for days, but really, Eliana was just impressive when it came to taking out wrinkles and creases. Turning on his heel, he sped walked to the railing and poked his head over it to stare down toward the living room, "Ma? MA. MOM. MOTHER."
No answer.
Huffing to himself, Erik quickly went to his bedroom and grabbed his black jean jacket, his white scarf, and black gloves. Before exiting his room, he made sure his jacket had all his necessities pocketed in it like his phone, voice recorder, note pad, pen, Ipod, cigarettes, house keys, and other various items that he deemed necessary. Grabbing his wallet off his night stand, the tall boy gently shoved it in his pant's pocket before FINALLY going downstairs to the kitchen.
No mother. Just food she left for him and a... ah-ha! On the fridge, she wrote in magnet alphabet letters: Call me.
Alright. Planting his bottom on his go-to dining room seat, he reached in his jacket, took out his phone, and sped dialed his mother's number. Once he was done putting his call on speaker, he placed it on the table and poured himself bitter, hot, and strong coffee. No add ins. Completely black, how he needed it. When he presumed she answered the phone, he didn't give her a chance to say: hello? Instead, Erik scolded, "What are you doing? You're sick. If I left the house yesterday, you'd slap me silly."
"Oh hush. I've been helping out on Main Street and I'm not THAT sick. Not anymore." He could feel his mother roll her eyes on the other side.
"Is there an event going on?" He raised an eyebrow, bringing his cup of Joe to his lips and taking a desired sip.
"Oh shocker. My boy hasn't been keeping up with the times. Long story short, glass of all the shops shattered everywhere and I've been helping out wherever I can." He could hear the brisk wind coming from his mother's side and even light chatter.
"... Is it serious? Did anyone get hurt?"
"Not that we know of. But that's not why I wanted you to call. I wanted to tell you before I forget. Tomorrow, come to my office during your free period."
"Why? What did I do? What are you making me do?" With his mouth full of breakfast, he narrowed his eyes. His mother was up to no good. Signing him up to something he probably didn't agree to do at all.
"Erik, do you not remember what we talked about last week?" She clicked her tongue.
"Yes, no, am I suppose to?" He wiped the grease on his fingers from the bacon on a napkin. If anything, he probably was only half listening to her when she proposed whatever to him.
"Alex. You're becoming her tutor and you two need to set up a bi-weekly schedule."
"Wait what?!" Since when?! Why couldn't it be Liz suffering academically?! Zoning out for a moment as his mother's voice became background noise, Erik went quiet. Unresponsive.
Damp, long brown hair was massaged dry by a large, cotton towel. Even under the dim lighting, this petite woman's mane looked well taken care of. Light tan skinned hands, smooth and soft, holding the towel up on her head as she walked around in her room with deep thought in her gaze. She was alone and there was no need to put on a face. No one was watching, right? Her jade orbs were encircled by exhaustion and she was adorned with some of the most... appealing lace undergarments...
Why was he thinking this? Everything was intimately close, like watching a movie with close ups after close ups. He couldn't make out who he was thinking of but he didn't want to shut his mind off. He couldn't.
Her face was not caked with make up yet, her expression, serene and contemplative, he felt close and personal with the stranger as his perspective ran up her body curiously... her head turned toward the mirror and the dainty girl took a moment to herself to just stare. Straight at him. She gave a weak smile that caused an ache to go straight to his chest.
Shit. Abort. Abort. Why was he thinking about her right now!? That felt way too real. He even had goosebumps.
He needed to leave.
"Ma, I got to go. I'll see you eventually, I'm sure."
"Alright, don't get into too much trouble, you hear?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You too. Love you." Erik hung up the phone, shot up from his seat, and swiftly cleaned up his mess before he marched out the door to do something.
"I-" The phone went dead. "Love you too." Eliana sighed as she shook her head at the thought of her son being in a rush to do whatever, as usual. Once Erik hung up, she received a couple of messages from her good friend, FiFi. Both of them could use a friend date. It's been a couple of days since they could do something other than lay in bed and hope to some higher power they would get better. A friend date sounded nice. Though, what Fifi may have in store for the 40 year old woman, she did not know. Eliana had bundled herself up well enough so she wouldn't get sick again.
It was strange that both her and her son grew ill near the same time... but she supposed the flu was spreading faster this season than previous ones.
To: Ffiona Lewis
How did Eliana make a best friend out of a 25 year old? One of the many mysteries that surrounded her. She also drew most people from the ages 15 to 25 because they respected her and liked that she listened. If there was one thing Eliana would never do, it was refuse someone, especially a child, teen, or young adult, that sought for her help.
While Eliana left Main Street to pick up her friend (and yes, walk, walking was nice in a small town), Erik was making his way to the very place she was leaving (it would take some time since he was coming from Riveredge). He hadn't texted anyone because he was sure he'd find people he knew eventually. This town wasn't THAT big. Plus, he took this moment, while he walked in silence, to smoke. He was itching for it ever since his mom dropped the bomb of his tutoring fate on him. Sure, she didn't know about his and Alex's history, but it was still going to be awkward as shit.
Putting her phone against her ear, Eliana stood outside of FiFi's domain, waiting for the wilting flower to pick up. When she did so, the guidance counselor smiled, "What's on today's agenda?"
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