Manzanilla

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

_{LOCATION & TIME : GOLDEN FLOWER
INTERACTIONS : ASSOCIATES
MENTIONS : Milo - @Pilatus , Siobhan - @Almalthia
OUTFIT OF THE DAY: ♦}

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Busy busy busy. That was what was going through Alejandro's head ever since he arrived at the flower shop. He shouldn't have allowed the paper to write about it. John had said it would be good PR for the shop and get some attention from his real competitor- and to show that they were serious about the business, but all of this was too much. The store was filled to the brim with people swarming in and out of the shop. Mara had been the first one to arrive at the shop to make sure everything went smoothly, out in the front and the back of the shop. They were going to take the opportunity of a busy day to transfer out pounds of cocaine out of the shop and into some trucks disguised as the shop's delivery service. So far, everything was going smoothly and without a hitch- something that was keeping Alejandro in the back for almost two hours now.

Everything going to smoothly was suspicious. Nothing ever went this good without something very, very bad happening at the end. Alejandro sighed and rubbed his temples as he watched an arrangement of nothing but lavender being made by one of his workers. Everyone in this place had been sent from back home in LA, all of them had been with the Castillo family for years now- some were even family. It was nice to see them work in something other than handling block of cocaine.

"Alejandro, we need help out in the front." Mara peeked her head in with a bouquet of roses in her arms. "It would be nice to see the boss working too!"

"Fine," Alejandro continued to rub his temple as he walked to the front of the store, shutting the door behind him. He pushed the growing headache to the back of his mind and walked over to a rather familiar face talking to a guy.

Alejandro threw a customer-friendly smile on, adjusted his shirt, and walked over to Siobhan and the man she was talking to. "Welcome, Siobhan, it's nice to see you again," He flashed her a charming smile before turning to the man. "I should be the one recommending the flowers; after all, I am the expert on these things." Alejandro's voice was teasing and playful towards the woman.

He turned to look at the man, eyes lingering on his face before clearing his throat. "You don't look like you do this often, buy flowers I mean. Tell me, what do you like about this person? I can recommend a few flowers that would compliment the person's personality and what they mean to you." Alejandro would have rolled his eyes if he was the one hearing his own words. Flowers were flowers. They looked and smelled pretty with no real meaning behind them. His words were just to keep the customers interested and want to buy something from him. Happy customer, happy business.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

_{LOCATION & TIME : SPORTS CENTER & SMOOTHIE BAR
INTERACTIONS :ARIA - @KatKook
MENTIONS :}

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Lilith walked over to Aria when she began stuttering, something that she had found cute. "We can go over if you want to change," She leaned down to kiss her cheek and take a seat on her lap. "My shorts look cute on you, but if it makes you feel more comfortable we can drop by. We'll go on my truck so it's faster." She wanted Aria to feel comfortable during their date. Since they were gonna go out to the public eye she wanted to make sure Aria wasn't worrying about her appearance so they could both enjoy themselves. Though, she had to admit that seeing Aria wearing her clothes made Lilith's heart flutter. How could a person he so damn adorable and hot at the same time?

"And it's really sweet you think I look like a supermodel- I'm nowhere as skinny as they are." She wrapped her arms around Aria and gave her a quick peck on the lips before standing up and offering Aria the hoodie. "Well, should we go? I still remember your address." " She reached down to pull out her phone from her bag to search for Aria's address. It wasn't too far, it was just past Central Park and Lilith could use it as an excuse to get to know Aria's place a bit more. When she had spent the night over she had only gotten to see Aria's apartment drunk and then hungover the next morning. She remembered the layout just enough to navigate without opening a door and see a closet there and not the bathroom.

Lilith grabbed her keys from the keyholder by the door and offered Aria her hand, "Ready? Not forgetting your phone?" She offered the other woman a brief smile. She was looking forward to their date.

Destined For Fame

Marisol Castillo Guzman

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_{"Cheers to me for doing whatever the fuck I want to do."}

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N A M E

Marisol Castillo Guzman
"Mari"

A G E

17

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S

Single
Crush - N/A

O C C U P A T I O N

Waitress in a In n' Out

T A L E N T

Dancer

A P P E R A N C E

Marisol stands at 5 foot and 5 inches high and weighs around 125 pounds- a bit over what she is supposed to for a ballerina but she likes tacos too much to give them up. Her hair naturally curly and she likes to keep it down in a bob just above her shoulders. Her face is adorned with quite a few freckles over her cheeks and nose, some over her forehead. It took her a few years to love her freckled face and now tries to keep her make up light so she won't cover them up. Marisol tends to dress in cute pastel colors, with the main color being pink. She loves pink and yellow, her two favorite colors to wear. ❖ , ❖ , ❖

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ambitious ║ Friendly ║ Confident ║ Oblivious ║ Artistic ║ Free Spirited ║ Independent ║ Proud ║ Blunt

Marisol was thought to be nice and polite to everyone, so she is. To an extent. She can read people on the surface pretty quickly which makes first impressions for her very important. Being born and raised in LA has thought her not to trust people who have moved here from other states or countries. They like to boost how fake LA people are and yet they only hang out with others who weren't raised in LA. She really doesn't like newcomers- especially those that say Taco Bell is better than actual tacos.

L I K E S // D I S L I K E S

			Likes ‣ The sun, the beach, and the ocean ‣ Dancing ‣ Spicy foods ‣ Parting ‣ Horror and Gore ‣ Banda ‣ Rain				Dislikes ‣ The heat ‣ Very loud and unexpected noises ‣ Bland foods ‣ Tourists ‣ Quiet Places ‣ Nosy people

B I O

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Marisol was born to Juan Miguel Castillo and Maria Guzman in Martin Luther King Jr Hospital in Compton, California. She's the youngest out of all her four siblings: Lucero, Jose, Jr, and Luis. Since a small age, Marisol always loved dancing. Her parents had enlisted her in after school programs where she learned all sorts of dances: from Folklorico to hip hop and bachata- but her favorite had always been ballet. Since she was little she always admired the beautiful ballet dancers in their tutus and pastel outfits. It was at five years old that Marisol decided to become a ballerina.

Her parents indulged her in the idea while she grew up thinking she would outgrow it. Of course, it didn't stop little Marisol. She would attend ballet classes after school during elementary and middle school. She had been a few programs before and won a few trophies here and there all over California. It seemed like she wasn't going to outgrow ballet anytime soon.

That is how she found out about LAPA, Los Angeles Performing Arts, the best school for talented kids. The best, and the most expensive place to attend school. Marisol determined to attend this school, began to help her parents around their little restaurant in order to pay the tuition for PA, Luckily one of the few programs she had danced for offered to pay half of her four years at the school. Now she works at the local In n' Out to pay the other half and get some extra cash to afford ballerina shoes every week.

O T H E R

Tashi Rodriguez// FFD700

‣ Marisol can speak English, Spanish and knows ASL
‣ She has a puppy named Panchito
‣ Her family owns a restaurant called "Antojitos Mexicanos" in East LA
‣ Marisol drives and old Camry- she's been saving up to get a pink paintjob.
She lives an hour away and leaves her house around 5 am so she won't catch the LA traffic.

What Are You Listening To?

The Display Shelf by Pyxis

Elias Hernandez

N A M E

Marisol Castillo Guzman
"Mari"

A G E

20

G E N D E R

Male

S E X U A L I T Y

Gay

O C C U P A T I O N

Freelance Photographer || Assistant

A P P E R A N C E

Elias stands at five foot eleven inches and weighs around a hundred-fifty pounds. His hair is black and curls naturally although he often styles it to reduce the frizziness and puff of it. Elias has a few beauty marks scattered over his face. He wears glasses at all times and will not be able to see faces five feet away from him because he is so damn blind. His choice of clothes varies between casual and formal with him often mixing them both. He doesn't spend too much money on brand clothes but he will if there is a good discount on them.

B I O

Elias grew up in Santa Monica. His parents were originally from Modesto but moved down once their farm was taken over by the eldest son, Hernando. Elias was only five when they moved, so he didn't remember the farm or the big house back there. All he knew was Santa Monica, LA, and the sun. Growing up, Elias was a pretty calm child. He did as what was told, or else he would get the chancla and always finished his homework on time. It seemed like he would become a great young man as he continued to get straight A throughout school.

Ever since he was small, Elias always knew about who he was attracted to. His parents weren't overly religious but they always made it clear that they weren't the most open-minded. So when Elias came out on his last year of high school his world came tumbling down. He was kicked out of his house with very little to his name. His older sister took him into her studio, which was a three-room apartment she used as an office and studio for her art. She was able to keep their parents away and help him get into college. Now he works as his sister's assistant while taking photo gigs on the side.

Elias just wants to graduate college, get a job far far away from this hell hole and live his life. And find a hot guy to kiss.

The Display Shelf by Pyxis

Marisol Castillo Guzman 2.0

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_{"Cheers to me for doing whatever the fuck I want to do."}

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N A M E

Marisol Castillo Guzman
"Mari"

A G E

17

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S

Single
Crush - N/A

O C C U P A T I O N

Waitress in a In n' Out

T A L E N T

Dancer

A P P E R A N C E

Marisol stands at 5 foot and 5 inches high and weighs around 125 pounds- a bit over what she is supposed to for a ballerina but she likes tacos too much to give them up. Her hair naturally curly and she likes to keep it down in a bob just above her shoulders. Her face is adorned with quite a few freckles over her cheeks and nose, some over her forehead. It took her a few years to love her freckled face and now tries to keep her make up light so she won't cover them up. Marisol tends to dress in cute pastel colors, with the main color being pink. She loves pink and yellow, her two favorite colors to wear. ❖ , ❖ , ❖

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ambitious ║ Friendly ║ Confident ║ Oblivious ║ Artistic ║ Free Spirited ║ Independent ║ Proud ║ Blunt

Marisol was thought to be nice and polite to everyone, so she is. To an extent. She can read people on the surface pretty quickly which makes first impressions for her very important. Being born and raised in LA has thought her not to trust people who have moved here from other states or countries. They like to boost how fake LA people are and yet they only hang out with others who weren't raised in LA. She really doesn't like newcomers- especially those that say Taco Bell is better than actual tacos.

L I K E S // D I S L I K E S

			Likes ‣ The sun, the beach, and the ocean ‣ Dancing ‣ Spicy foods ‣ Parting ‣ Horror and Gore ‣ Banda ‣ Rain				Dislikes ‣ The heat ‣ Very loud and unexpected noises ‣ Bland foods ‣ Tourists ‣ Quiet Places ‣ Nosy people

B I O

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Marisol was born to Juan Miguel Castillo and Maria Guzman in Martin Luther King Jr Hospital in Compton, California. She's the youngest out of all her four siblings: Lucero, Jose, Jr, and Luis. Since a small age, Marisol always loved dancing. Her parents had enlisted her in after school programs where she learned all sorts of dances: from Folklorico to hip hop and bachata- but her favorite had always been ballet. Since she was little she always admired the beautiful ballet dancers in their tutus and pastel outfits. It was at five years old that Marisol decided to become a ballerina.

Her parents indulged her in the idea while she grew up thinking she would outgrow it. Of course, it didn't stop little Marisol. She would attend ballet classes after school during elementary and middle school. She had been a few programs before and won a few trophies here and there all over California. It seemed like she wasn't going to outgrow ballet anytime soon.

That is how she found out about LAPA, Los Angeles Performing Arts, the best school for talented kids. The best, and the most expensive place to attend school. Marisol determined to attend this school, began to help her parents around their little restaurant in order to pay the tuition for PA, Luckily one of the few programs she had danced for offered to pay half of her four years at the school. Now she works at the local In n' Out to pay the other half and get some extra cash to afford ballerina shoes every week.

O T H E R

Tashi Rodriguez// FFD700

‣ Marisol can speak English, Spanish and knows ASL
‣ She has a puppy named Panchito
‣ Her family owns a restaurant called "Antojitos Mexicanos" in East LA
‣ Marisol drives and old Camry- she's been saving up to get a pink paintjob.
She lives an hour away and leaves her house around 5 am so she won't catch the LA traffic.

Destined For Fame

Woooo! Got her done!

Marisol Castillo Guzman 2.0

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_{"Cheers to me for doing whatever the fuck I want to do."}

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N A M E

Marisol Castillo Guzman
"Mari"

A G E

17

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S

Single
Crush - N/A

O C C U P A T I O N

Waitress in a In n' Out

T A L E N T

Dancer

A P P E R A N C E

Marisol stands at 5 foot and 5 inches high and weighs around 125 pounds- a bit over what she is supposed to for a ballerina but she likes tacos too much to give them up. Her hair naturally curly and she likes to keep it down in a bob just above her shoulders. Her face is adorned with quite a few freckles over her cheeks and nose, some over her forehead. It took her a few years to love her freckled face and now tries to keep her make up light so she won't cover them up. Marisol tends to dress in cute pastel colors, with the main color being pink. She loves pink and yellow, her two favorite colors to wear. ❖ , ❖ , ❖

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Ambitious ║ Friendly ║ Confident ║ Oblivious ║ Artistic ║ Free Spirited ║ Independent ║ Proud ║ Blunt

Marisol was thought to be nice and polite to everyone, so she is. To an extent. She can read people on the surface pretty quickly which makes first impressions for her very important. Being born and raised in LA has thought her not to trust people who have moved here from other states or countries. They like to boost how fake LA people are and yet they only hang out with others who weren't raised in LA. She really doesn't like newcomers- especially those that say Taco Bell is better than actual tacos.

L I K E S // D I S L I K E S

			Likes ‣ The sun, the beach, and the ocean ‣ Dancing ‣ Spicy foods ‣ Parting ‣ Horror and Gore ‣ Banda ‣ Rain				Dislikes ‣ The heat ‣ Very loud and unexpected noises ‣ Bland foods ‣ Tourists ‣ Quiet Places ‣ Nosy people

B I O

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Marisol was born to Juan Miguel Castillo and Maria Guzman in Martin Luther King Jr Hospital in Compton, California. She's the youngest out of all her four siblings: Lucero, Jose, Jr, and Luis. Since a small age, Marisol always loved dancing. Her parents had enlisted her in after school programs where she learned all sorts of dances: from Folklorico to hip hop and bachata- but her favorite had always been ballet. Since she was little she always admired the beautiful ballet dancers in their tutus and pastel outfits. It was at five years old that Marisol decided to become a ballerina.

Her parents indulged her in the idea while she grew up thinking she would outgrow it. Of course, it didn't stop little Marisol. She would attend ballet classes after school during elementary and middle school. She had been a few programs before and won a few trophies here and there all over California. It seemed like she wasn't going to outgrow ballet anytime soon.

That is how she found out about LAPA, Los Angeles Performing Arts, the best school for talented kids. The best, and the most expensive place to attend school. Marisol determined to attend this school, began to help her parents around their little restaurant in order to pay the tuition for PA, Luckily one of the few programs she had danced for offered to pay half of her four years at the school. Now she works at the local In n' Out to pay the other half and get some extra cash to afford ballerina shoes every week.

O T H E R

Tashi Rodriguez// FFD700

‣ Marisol can speak English, Spanish and knows ASL
‣ She has a puppy named Panchito
‣ Her family owns a restaurant called "Antojitos Mexicanos" in East LA
‣ Marisol drives and old Camry- she's been saving up to get a pink paintjob.
She lives an hour away and leaves her house around 5 am so she won't catch the LA traffic.

Destined For Fame

Happy to be here! <3

Rosefell High.

♢ ━ ━━ ━━━ ━━━━ ━━━━━ ━━━━ ♢ ━━━━ ━━━━━ ━━━━ ━━━ ━━ ━ ♢

By 6 am, the Scott house was already in full force. His foster father, John, was already waking up everyone in the house while his foster mother cooked breakfast in the morning. It usually took the whole house an hour to fully wake up, get ready, and head down for breakfast. By the time Min Jun made his way down the stairs, he could already smell the strong coffee and bacon. Adapting to such a lively house had been a bit of a hassle. The Scotts were a lively folk that spoke a little too loud and laughed a little too hard, but they had welcomed him and his sisters.

Breakfast was eaten shortly after a prayer then the kids were ushered away. Kyle, the oldest, had work a city over, so he was always the first to go. John always left shortly after talking to the girls of the family and wishing the, well. Then it was Mary who dropped off all the girls while Min Jun drove in his old run-down mustang he had repaired with the help of John and Kyle. Driving in the old scrap beat taking the bus or riding a bike down to school, besides the car, wasn't too bad. It just needed a paint job and some new seat covers. Just ignore screeching breaks, Min Jun would have to get to those later.

Min Jun wasn't nervous about school. Not one bit. That is what he kept telling himself as he almost mounted a curb while turning right on the parking lot. Okay, maybe he was a little bit nervous. Just a little. He had already parked when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. After pulling it out, he saw the group chat already being spammed by Samantha. It was surprising to see her on time and awake after seeing her online past 1 am.

To: Knights
From: MinMin
Eeyy, I just got here. Save me a seat!

With that text, Min Jun climbed out of his car, locked it manually, and began to make his way into the school. There were a few familiar faces he could already see. Hendrik and Aria were two of the people in his year. He didn't talk too much. He knew of Aria because she was in sports but much much about the former. Jordan, who had just greeted Aria, was a face he wasn't too happy to see. They had talked a bit before last year ended, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the guy was looking for something. Whatever- Min Jun gave the guy the nod of "we cool" as he walked past.

"Hey," Min Jun approached Samantha and Rich, a smile on his face. It had been some time since he had seen the two of them in person. While they constantly talked over the phone or Discord, it was so much better to see them in person. He gave Rich a bro hug followed by a normal hug to Sam. "You two looking hot as ever. Any of the others here yet? Bet the twins are gonna be late."

After his brief greeting Min Jun turned around to look for any of the other Knights- and more importantly for Hope. The main source of today's anxiety. He had spent all summer trying to get a present ready for Hope to impress the guy. Ever since they had started talk Min Jun had the urge to get closer to him and get to know him better. Ever since he heard that Oliver- the guy with the funny accent- was close to Hope, he had started talking to him. Min Jun just really wanted to see Hope.

Did he look okay? Was his hair parted correctly? Did his breath stink? Was his lazy eye too noticeable? Fuck, why was Min Jun so nervous? He kept tapping his fingers over his phone while he waited for the rest of the Knights with Sam and Rich.

Destined For Fame

Would love to join in and reserve this baby:

Marisol Castillo Guzman // Tashi Rodriguez// DAA520