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With Friends Like These: A Slice of Life RP Inspired by the Sitcom, Friends

No joke, sometimes I leave Twitch on in the background when I'm browsing or writing stuff. A lot of the streamers I follow are more chill streams or creative stuff so it works out nicely. Though lately all I've been watching are Dark Souls 3 speedruns to make myself feel inferior.

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I said I would post today.

YOU THOUGHT I WAS JOKING, FAM?

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Location: The Caldwell Penthouse
Interacting with: A Drunkard @lovely complex and The Cool Roomie @SouffleGirl123

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New York at night was practically a different city and definitely the version of New York that Quinn preferred. When the sun was up everything seemed more...muted. Dull. As if people were only about to go about their days, taking the subway to office jobs or the tourists in Times Square being wowed that it looks just like it does in the movies and television shows. It's the same as any city, really, the sun comes with certain responsibilities and expectations that makes urban living more of a chore and a bore than anything else. Why else would all the movies have the best parts happen after dark?

Quinn was not immune to the chore and bore of morning city life. By the time she returned to her shared apartment it was after her roommate had left. Quinn called out to her but, after getting no answer, shrugged her shoulders and did what she stopped by to do. A warm shower. Air drying. Opening up a window and smoking - Josie once mentioned the smell of smoke and her dislike of it and Quinn was not so much of an asshole as to spit smoke in Josie's face. It didn't stop Quinn from smelling of cigarette smoke, but she hoped it would at least make the apartment not smell to high heavens. Of all the room mates Quinn had had over the years, Josie was probably the one she liked having the most. Quinn had no eye for fashion or the like but anyone with that hair and that nose piercing was someone Quinn could hang with.

By the time she was dressed the sun was high overhead. Quinn's attire was business casual, which was a fancy way of saying she wore a suit jacket with a pair of slacks. There was no dress code for Out There, the alternative life style magazine she copy edited at, but Quinn still liked to at least look like she gave a shit about a job. Plus people on the subway always gave her looks when she wore her fancy shit, and at least one person asked if she was doing a Bob Dylan impression.

When Quinn reported to her small little desk in the Out There offices, it wasn't long before she was hounded by

Kris Halich, a regular article writer and columnist for the magazine.

In most cases Quinn got along well with Kris, and Kris took an interest in Quinn's whole vibe, sensing a kindred spirit at first before Quinn made it clear after a night of incredibly unprofessional behavior between co-workers that she wasn't like Kris but respected and supported her cause and decision.

"Was she worth it?" Kris asked with her arm resting atop Quinn's cubicle wall.

"She had a dog. Has a dog." Quinn responded without taking her eyes off the documents on her desk, the morning's task no doubt.

"Bitch."

"I think it was a male, actually."

"Even worse. Anyway, thought you should know that the E.I.C. took us off the Dream Up Festival. We can still go, but it wouldn't be as press. You interested?" Kris was clearly hoping for a positive answer.

"Does it have to be tonight? I've got a thing..." A lie, sure, but Quinn wanted anything other than to attend a theater festival that wasn't showing any of her material. The same material she'll one day get around to submitting somewhere.

"It goes until the eighteenth. You should find time to go with me some day. You're a writer, right? I can introduce you to some people. Let me know, Quinn, I'm not just your associate, I'm your friend." Kris gently knocked on the cubicle wall before leaving to finish her own article. Quinn went back to work, the monotony ending only when the work day did.

The night was young as Quinn made her way down the sidewalk with no clear destination in mind. She wanted to grab some food, maybe from some shitty pizza joint, but she was open to ideas as she nursed the cigarette in her mouth. A night without plans means a night open to possibilities, and one happened to knock as she was walking past the apartments for trust fund kiddies and old creeps with their young gold loving lovers. Standing outside the place, with lights and sounds coming from the highest floor, was the familiar pink hair.

"Oh shit, is that you, Josie? Small city, isn't it?" Quinn threw an arm around Josie for a quick side hug before nodding towards the clearly tipsy Jasper. "Your party? Shit, I don't care if I'm not on the guest list, I'm going up. If you're allowed in, I'm a damn VIP."

Quinn released her grasp on Josie and put out her cigarette with a flick to the ground beside her. "You wanna be my Plus One, Josie? Any good party crasher needs a co-crasher."

A party in a loft? A bit out of her wheelhouse, preferring the more frantic and thumping parties of the lower class rejects and forgotten, but even the wealthy funders could benefit greatly from Quinn's presence. Besides, it was bound to be more fun a night than grabbing something from Sbarro's and wondering where it all went wrong to end up in a fucking Sbarro's.

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Also finna post tomorrow!

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

And where Tate goes, Luisa is not far behind!

Luisa Demerson

”The one thing about my life that's different from others is that I wake up for no one, and for some reason, that's just good for your creativity.” –Douglas Coupland
The Youth - MGMT | Midnight City - M83

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►Full Name◄

Luisa Dita Demerson

►Nickname◄

Luisa. Don't try and be cute and say 'Lu' or 'Lulu' or something. Every person that's called her that has come to regret the chewing out that followed. Luisa, it's damn cute on its own.

►Birth Date◄

July 14

►Age◄

17

►Gender◄

Female

►Sexuality◄

Bisexual

►Relationship Status◄

Single and loathing it

►Sexually Active◄

Aren't we all?

►Team Color◄

Gray

►Years At Camp◄

Three and Counting

►In Depth Appearance◄

Of course the first thing anyone notices about Luisa is her rather vibrant hair, and that's largely by design. Blessed from a young age with dull, stringy, gross hair, Luisa took it upon herself to use what allowance she scrounged up in order to do something about the disaster that sat atop her head; her decision was to color her hair like the sunset. Believe it or not, she used to rock orange hair like you would not believe. Her hair is still rather stringy and loose, but it at least looks interesting and visible from afar.

Luisa's fashion sense might not make any waves to those with an eye for fashion and that's largely because Luisa really doesn't follow the trends or the labels. Her clothing and style screams of low cost but on point, stemming from her penchant for shopping at Goodwill. She's frequently wearing skirts with leggings or shorts - often self modified from an old pair of jeans she then cuts up - and her shirts hang loose even on her slender frame.

Luisa unintentionally (or so she claims) wears clothes to accentuate her legs which, in her mind, are her best physical feature apart from her smoldering hazel eyes that are often hidden away behind a pair of glasses. Her skin is naturally pale but not sickly so. She doesn't do makeup well, using what she has to conceal rather than to make herself pop. She's fairly tall at five foot nine, though she's like an arrow. Straight, no curves, but she makes what she has work.

►Habits & Quirks◄

⚪ If she can get away with it, she will absolutely eat something off of someone else's plate. Usually she will snag some french fries or something that she can quickly stick a fork in and take away.

⚪ When bored, which does happen every now and then, she'll play with her hair. In that she might wrap her finger around one of her more loose strands or something of the sort.

⚪ Luisa is a nail biter. This is because she's recently stopped smoking but still has that whole oral fixation that comes after the fact.

⚪ When speaking to someone that is boring her or someone she doesn't like, she will mimic them in a very mocking, very unflattering voice. It might be childish, but it's funny every time to her.

⚪ Always takes two desserts and fuck you if you tell her she can't.

⚪ The only thing louder than her hair is her voice when she is bored. Luisa is the person who, in a quiet room, will yell "UGH, SO BORED" just to start something.

►Likes & Dislikes◄

☑ Tate and the 'rents. Write that down under potential band names.
☑ Swing jazz music. Any jazz music, really. But there's something about swing.
☑ Sunflower seeds. It's a craving. An addiction. She will spit shells if she has to.
☑ Making out. Tate may enjoy sex but Luisa definitely prefers the connection of lips and closeness. Unless it's with a terrible kisser in which case fuck off, thanks.
☑ Busking. Is there a more fun activity on the planet? Well...making out, maybe, but busking is a close second.
☑ Building model kits. She needs to keep her hands busy and that's one way to do it.
☑ Driving the RV. Graham doesn't let her do it often but when he does...it's exhilarating.

☒ Meat. Eating it.
☒ When people get easily offended by a little bit of truth and profanity. Call someone a bitch and it's like they can't handle it.
☒ Being called a hippy. Seriously, don't even.
☒ Breakfast cereals. We're not children anymore. That stuff is gross. (She'll still eat the marshmallows in a Lucky Charms box straight up though)
☒ Tongue piercings. Yes, she knows the rumor about them, but nothing kills the mood quite like swapping spit with someone that has their tongue pierced.
☒ Auto Tune. Learn to sing you fucking phonies.
☒People that think having money is a personality trait. In a broader sense, people with nothing to say. Boring people. Stop being boring.
☒ Snakes. Fuck snakes.

►Fears & Phobias◄

⚪ Overdosing. Not her specifically, but the idea of anyone in her family letting their addiction win petrifies her.

⚪ Breaking her fingers. Break her legs. Break her nose. Break her heart. Just don't hurt her greatest instrument.

⚪ Her words driving Tate out of her life.

►Good Personality Traits◄

⚪ Vibrant, which is to say a healthy love for living and living well.
⚪ Reliable. Despite her strong words, you can always count on Luisa to have your back if you're in with her.
⚪ Artistic. She's great with her hands and expresses herself through music and writing songs. Not lyrics. Music. Writing music.
⚪ Adventurous. She hates nothing more than staying indoors. She wants to get out and do shit.

►Bad Personality Traits◄

⚪ Tunnel Vision. She doesn't seem to notice or care that her words have a tendency to hurt others deeply.
⚪ Rude. If she's meeting someone for the first time and they don't already know about her, she can come off as totally rude and rough.
⚪ Unapologetic. Nothing she does is her fault. If she says something or does something her target probably deserved it anyway.
⚪ Falls in lust at the drop of a hat. If she sees someone she likes physically, she will do anything to make a connection happen.

►Personality◄

There's some saying about barking dogs seldom biting but it's quite possible that whoever coined that phrase never met Luisa. Much like a dog, or rather a puppy, Luisa is cute and approachable; however, like a dog her bite stings. Luisa's bite comes in her somewhat abrasive interactions with people. Her tongue is sharp, often peppered with vulgar words and riddled to the core with clever insinuations and entendre. Luisa is a flirt, but she's also rather loud about it. Subtle is not in her vocabulary.

That's not to say that her vulgarity and harsh tone is the be all, end all of who she is. Luisa is quite insightful, adept at reading people's faces due to a belief that everyone has a tell of some sort. She wears her emotions on her sleeve and then rarely wears shirts that have sleeves. Much like the color of her hair, this gives her a bit of a wild persona compared to many, though to some it's seen less as wild and more as indecent or embarrassing. There's no filter to be found with Luisa and the jury is still out as far as shame is concerned.

Luisa puts herself out there at every opportunity and if people don't respond to that then it's their own problem. But her outward persona stands in stark contrast to how she feels on the inside or around the people...or person as the case may be, she can trust or confide in. Her honesty is refreshing, she'll never give someone anything other than the truth and that includes how she feels about someone. She doesn't believe in playing games or anything that teenagers like to do, that just wastes time and gets nowhere. On the plus side this lets people know where they stand with her in regards to friendship or crushing or the like, but on the other side if she dislikes someone she will not mince words in letting them know.

Luisa carries herself and acts just like the person people expect a girl like her to act like. But the thing about acting is that doing it long enough means the role becomes you. And Luisa has been doing it around others for some time now.

►Place Of Origin◄

Luisa holds the distinction of being born in Millennium Park in Chicago. Right under The Bean.

►Background◄

Luisa was an accident, but even accidents can lead to something wonderful. Graham and Lola were two people in one of the many stages of love when Luisa forced them to reevaluate their paths in life; which happened to work out for the better. Lola was watching Graham earn money in Millennium Park when Luisa came earlier than scheduled. Luisa was delivered to a crowd of on lookers both stunned and awed at the display; fortunately there was a student of the nursing arts in the park that day.

Even at a young age Luisa showed an active interest in what her father did. She loved hearing him play music and as a little girl she would often clap along when he was busking or ask him to play her a quick acoustic before she drifted off to sleep. It came as no surprise that she took up an instrument as well, finding a love with the saxophone after listening to Autumn Leaves a fair few times. Music became as much a part of her education as her homeschooling; and yes, she was homeschooled, so what if she didn't have some fancy private school education with a bunch of preppy prick assholes and douchebags?

The Demerson Family never seemed to stay in one place for very long, always coming and going at the drop of a hat. Theirs was not a lavish lifestyle, but Graham and Lola never let the kids go hungry. Having experience busking on the streets, Luisa had her doubts as to how Graham was providing for them - busking would not rake in the dough - but she kept that to herself. It was highly likely that Graham's addiction was different from Lola's. Lola was hooked on the pipe. Graham to the almighty dollar. Packing up and crossing state lines was an easy way to get out of gambling debts, after all.

When Lola became addicted to meth, Luisa knew she had to quit smoking. It still took her until she was sixteen to do so, and by that point she had a whole bunch of reasons to quit. Living amongst people who frequently spoke of herbal remedies and in the swinging 60s lifestyle colored a bit of Luisa's worldview. Free love, all that jazz. While they never truly had a place where they could plant roots, Luisa still considered any place where she, Tate, and the 'rents were at to be home, even if it was sleeping in the dirt under the stars while the adults were busy putting keys into a jar. There's a closeness to the Demerson Siblings that came as a result of shared experiences.

Camp Liberty is a months-long break in the summer commune trips that the family embarked on. They may not have the most money or even own a house, but the Demerson's are as close a family as you're likely to find.

►Miscellaneous◄

⚪ She is an ovo-lacto vegetarian but won't talk your ear off about it.
⚪ Is never without her saxophone. It's a little beat up from years of use but it still plays amazing music.
⚪ Idolizes Charlie Parker and Stan Getz
⚪ Will absolutely cockblock Tate. She knows he'll do the same to her so she feels no remorse in doing so.

►Extra◄

Riding on trains

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

To be honest, I don't even think I'm that amazing of a writer but people tell me otherwise.

@lovely complex

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW OFTEN I HEAR THIS AND IT'S SO TRUE OF LIKE EVERYONE WHAT WRITES AND OMG :3

Magical Notes

I dig this. Like with a shovel.

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

Another satisfied customer

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@Dirty Pretty Lies Then that works out nicely!

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

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Location; Main Hall
Interacting With; Shawn Hunter @HaleyTheRandom

_{'Scared to death I'll never feel alright
Ten paces more like miles
Lips cracked, fake a smile'}

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Nicoletta was surrounded by people that seemed to know each other and embrace each other, the smiles on faces, the positive conversations as people play catch up and make up for lost amounts of time, and even people who simply wanted to catch attention as if their arrival was the most important event of the day. And tucked away from it all, tapping her foot on the floor and still feeling as if coming here was a mistake was Nicoletta.

Her eyes flicked around the hall. A girl with beautiful black hair and a sour expression was talking about photography. There's always one. No one seemed to be paying her any attention, perhaps they had been used to this and knew better than to indulge the girl, or perhaps she just wasn't as popular as she appeared to be. Her eyes continued to flit about, seeing boys and girls from all walks of life commune; but her ears were as good as dead. She wasn't about to eavesdrop on these people, that was surely no way to make an impression. Who would want to be friends with the girl that drops eaves on strangers?

No one. That's who.

So busy were her eyes that she didn't even notice at first that someone had sat next to her. So muted were her ears that she had to do a double take to comprehend that she was being spoken to. Her. The no body. The girl sitting by herself out of nervousness and passivity. "I, uh, heard about you little Cabin mishap and just wanted to say sorry and welcome you to Camp Liberty as well as the Green Team. Names Shawn, by the way. I'm one of your team mates."

Nicoletta looked towards him and offered as friendly a smile as she could force. She nailed it. Though her mind was now lost in a simple thought. Was that a known story? Was that how she would be known to people? As the girl that got lost on her way to Pink? No one knew her name yet she already had a reputation. How did that work?

"I didn't even know there were teams at all," Nicoletta uttered her first words to a fellow camper with a shrug of her shoulders; there was no reason she couldn't remain casual about the little mishap. "In case it wasn't obvious, I'm kinda new here. Nicoletta." She introduced herself while accepting the friendly handshake. "Nicoletta Soriano. Thanks for talking to me, Shawn, that was cool of you to do."

If everyone on Green Team was nice enough to make her feel welcome then perhaps going to the wrong cabin yesterday was actually a blessing in disguise.

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Location; Main Hall → Pink Cabin
Interacting With;Via Text: The Servant @lovely complex; In Person: Dancing Queen, Young and Sweet Only Seventeen @Dirty Pretty Lies

_{'If I wasn’t me, I can be sure I'd wanna be
I’m pretty major and I’ll say it out loud
Living a, living a fantasy
Live in, I live in my vanity'}

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What a drab. Hana's eyes scouted the main hall for any sign of her pink posse, but her pet project was mysteriously absent, her sassy little sidekick probably wasn't here quite yet, and to make matters worse, it seemed as if that ghastly grey girl Ash was here again this year. Which was to say that the main hall was dead right now, and she would much prefer to roll deep with her core group rather than lame it out and force herself to interact with people that were in dire need of a consultation. A fashion consultation.

So after clicking her mouth and scoffing at the lack of attention, Hana Park turned on her heels and left the main hall in her dust. She proceeded back towards the path up to the cabins when her phone went off at last. It seemed that Nessa was around after all, though as Hana read the text she only found herself more puzzled than before. Who taught the girl how to text? Had she learnt nothing these past two summers?

Nessa was either asking Hana to eat some fish or get a tan or...

"Damn, girl, you can't wait can you?" Hana muttered as she worked her thumbs over the onscreen keyboard in a rapid text response.

TO: Nessie

'jeez u fiend, at least wait a few hours. i'll swing by in ten? cool? cool.'

'Vitamin D'. Hana was shocked that Nessa would be her first customer of the summer, but who was she to deny the people their 'medicine'. But she had left the majority of her stash back at the cabin and so with a cetain swiftness to her walk, Hana found herself returning to the pink cabin.

And then she promptly stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a very unfamiliar person in a very...interesting position. Hana hadn't seen the girl before, so it stood to reason that she was a new addition to the pink roster this year. Hana didn't say a word to the girl, though she kept a close watch, silently judging her, wondering who would break the ice first.

"I wasn't aware they were shooting a Nicki Minaj video at camp this year." Hana would be the one to break the ice, though her tone wasn't judgmental but rather...jovial. First impressions and all.