Realistic or Modern 『 14тн avenυe – мaιn 』

[geminiy]

 

[geminiy]

Beatrice D'Arco

location ▸14th avenue's kitchen
interactions ▸ open
outfit ▸ chill

Beatrice was exhausted, more exhausted than usual. Moving was a tiring feat on its own but moving in an entire complex worth of people was truly a whole new challenge. Tris had spent the day prior pulling furniture from moving vans and lugging heavy boxes up the two or three flights of stairs to their respective rooms that had been sitting hauntingly empty for the two weeks Tris had lived at 14th Avenue.

Sore and sleepy, Tris had been looking forward to spending the rest of the day lounging and having a few drinks with her new housemates; she had even brought some nice alcohol from the club to make cocktails. There was no better way to relax and get to know one another than over some laughs and cold drinks, especially when they were all going to be sharing a roof.

Tris had been skeptical of the whole community living thing. She was a private person and desperately needed her own space. Before 14th Avenue, Tris had lived in her parents’ basement apartment. It was nice to be close to her family but to still have a space that was all her own. But with her parents packing up and moving south, Tris was left in Chicago with student loans crushing her and the inability to move out entirely on her own. She hadn’t been thrilled that community living was her only option but how different could it really be from what Tris had been doing before? Surely sharing a house with a bunch of strangers was not much different from sharing a barracks with a bunch of strangers.

Plans rarely go to plan in Tris’ world. Just as she was changing from the clothes she was wearing to help her new housemates move in, her phone rang. It was work, calling her to cover a shift. As usual, one of her darling coworkers had called in sick last minute and with everyone else either on shift or out of town, Tris was the only person left. So tired and achy, Tris went to the Blue Velvet to work a shift she was never supposed to have, hardly saying a word to any of her new housemates.

The Blue Velvet was packed to the brim with every drunk idiot on their side of Chicago. Tris smiled warmly at gross attempts at flirtation, chuckled at jokes that made no sense at all, kept an aura of a person who wanted to be mixing drinks behind a counter after a long day of work. Those same drunk idiots may be annoying but damn, they tipped well.

By the time Tris had gotten home around 4am, her vision was swimming with fatigue and her muscles screaming for rest. She had barely gotten in the door before her shoes were kicked off and her bag dropped lazily by the entrance. She crashed on the couch, habitually pulling off her tank top to allow her body to cool and then, in true Beatrice D’Arco fashion, she passed out cold on the couch. The thought that her housemates, people she hadn’t even really talked to, could stumble upon her in her bra passed out on the couch in their very public living room crossed her mind but she really didn’t care.

Tris woke early that morning to the warm rays of sunlight shining in her eyes causing Tris to groan and flip her forearm over her face. Her brain slowly began to wake and Tris sat up on the couch, checking her phone for the time as she pulled her tank top back on. 10:13am. Everyone would be up soon if they weren’t already.

Making her way to the kitchen, Tris yawned quietly as she pressed the brew button on the coffee pot. She finger combed her bedhead as the coffee brewed, pouring herself a steaming mug of black coffee as soon as there was enough in the pot. Hopping up onto the dark countertop, Tris took a deep drink and smiled softly to herself at the bitter taste on her tongue. Nothing beat that first cup of coffee in the morning.

Tris swivelled her body so that she was looking out the large window in the kitchen, her back to the door. Chicago was alive and well at 10:17am on July 2nd, as it was every morning. Tris gently moved her mug to her right hand so that her left hand could massage her thigh.

She had fallen asleep with her leg on and her thigh hated her for it. Her face crinkled in pain as her fingers ran deep lines down the outside of her leg through her pants, pain shooting up to her hip and down her nonexistent leg. She hadn’t yet gotten used to the phantom pains even though it had already been a year since the accident and she wasn’t certain if she ever would.

Picking up her coffee again, Tris looked out the window and took another drink as she waited patiently for her housemates to show up. She felt rude for not having introduced herself properly the day before.

 

[Cardan]

Eira Pond
Location: the kitchen
Interactions: Beatrice ( geminiy )



Moving days were always exhausting, and this had been no different. Moving in to 14th Avenue had kind of reminded Eira of moving into her dorms at college. A lot of people around her own age going back and forth between their respective cars carrying furniture and boxes, saying hi to every new person she met, and giving a helping hand where needed. At one point, she’d felt as if the flow of boxes would never end. When all her own stuff had been carried in from the car, she had helped some of the others carrying theirs. Mostly because she was very curious to meet these people she was going to be living with, but also because it didn’t hurt to give a good first impression.

After successfully getting everything into her room, there was unpacking, and putting everything in place. Something she was not exactly excited to do. How could one person own so many things (read: books)? It was beyond her, and honestly a little bit exhausting. She put away some of her clothes, made her bed, and stacked the rest of the boxes neatly in front of her bookshelves. She would deal with it later. Tomorrow. Someday soon. Hopefully. Right now, she wanted to relax, and so the next couple of hours were spent making herself some food, and then small talking with whoever else were in the living room area. After a day like that though, the clock wasn’t even 10 pm before she had gone to bed, exhausted from the long drive, and then a long day of moving and meeting new people.

Waking up the next morning was disorienting. Eira was most definitely not in her own room. After a couple of seconds though, she remembered that this was in fact her room, just a very new one. After going so early to bed, it was just a couple of minutes past 7 am when she woke up. She took a quick shower and made her way quietly downstairs to grab some breakfast, grateful that she’d had the forethought to actually do some grocery shopping before arriving, and then went back to her room. The girl who had already been living in 14th Avenue for a while, if Eira identified her correctly, was passed out on the couch, and she didn’t want to wake her up this early. The next few hours were spent unpacking clothes and reading, before she went down to the kitchen again, this time dressed in denim overalls and an ochre t-shirt.

When Eira walked into the kitchen this time, someone was there, and surprise registered on her face. A beautiful, if a bit tired looking, girl sat on the counter. It was the same girl who had been passed out on the couch earlier. “Oh. Good morning!” The surprise changed into a wide smile. She continued into the kitching, putting her plate and glass in the dishwasher. “Long night?”

 

[Norrsken]

KRISTOFFER LINDBERG

Location: The kitchen
Interactions: geminiy Cardan
-------------------------------------------------------

It had been a long and tiring day for Chis with all the moving in and what-not. Most of his time awake had been spent carrying loads of cardboard boxes up and down the old firehouse, greeting anyone there was time for. The van he had rented was packed to it's absolute maximum, but after a few hours of what he considered working out the van was finally empty. Luckily he had gotten help from another resident to carry some of his packing to his room, which he was eternally grateful for, otherwise he wouldn't have been done anywhere near the nightfall. He had hoped that there would have been time for a little meet & greet session with his hopefully future friends, but he understood that everyone was tired and had just as much as him to do.

Exhausted from all of the running up and down the stairs there was still some work left to do, he had to unpack all of his boxes and begin decorating his new home. Looking at his room that was filled from top to bottom, his excitement quickly came to a halt. This was not what he wanted to do right now. All that was on his mind was that soft bed placed in front of him, he could barely keep his eyes open as he slowly but surely began to empty the boxes placed on top of his bed. Most of it was his clothes-collection that he neatly placed in the closet. Once the bed was clear he simply fell face-down in to the mattress and just laid there for a few minutes, staring in to the wall without any sense of direction. Shortly after he decided to pack up the rest of his things, he knew himself too well, if he were to postpone the unpacking it could take days or even weeks before it all was done. After an hour or so of tiredly sorting his belongings and putting them where they belong he decided to go to sleep. An early night for Chris who fell asleep in an instant.

The following day he woke up by the sound of footsteps around the house. Chris is easily awaken by sound, which can be troublesome from time to time. He looked for his phone for a few seconds before finding it tucked in between the pillow and bed, of course it wasn't charged. He let out a quick sigh before he sat up on the side of the bed, running his hands through his hair as he yawned. He was eager to meet the others, there hadn't been much time to chit-chat yesterday. Tired, yet excited he got up from the bed and put on a black pair of sweatpants and a black Vans hoodie. He put his phone on charge on the bedside table and picked up the clothes from the day before and simply tossed them on to the unmade bed. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and left the room, now he just had to figure out where he could smoke. As he left the room he could hear people downstairs, he figured he'd go and ask them to see if they knew.

As he entered the kitchen he was met by two girls, he specifically remembered one of them as she had helped him to carry his stuff yesterday. It was a lot of new names yesterday so unfortunately he couldn't remember any of their names, and absolutely not like this on the spot.
"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt, but does any of you know if there's like a balcony or something here? If the answer is yes, is it fine if I smoke out there?" He asked biting his lip as his eyes quickly shifted it's focus from one to the other.

 

[-ferret-]

Angie Takeda
Location: kitchen
Interactions: open

Move in day had honestly been exhausting. Angie had awoke with a sad feeling on a sunny June 1st, the irony of the situation not lost on him. For the past five years he'd been living in the same apartment with Moira and having the same routine pretty much every day. Now he was moving out and moving in with new people he didn't know. He was moving on. He wasn't a kid anymore, living with his mom in their cozy apartment. Although, he was excited. Though leaving meant that Moira would be alone (and he did worry about that) it also meant he was starting a new chapter of life. He was proud of himself for achieving all he had. And now he was getting ready to really become an adult. He was about to start his last year of college, he was making enough money to support himself (not to mention making that money as an artist), and he was finally starting to feel comfortable in his own skin.

So he focused on that for move in day. He ended up not having too much. Mostly because Moira's and his apartment was quite small and because Angie put most of his money towards clothes. Now he would set aside some of that money for living expenses. So though he had a lot of clothes, it was easy to fit a lot in the boxes and he ended up having not too many boxes in the end. Moira and some of the others in his new place of living helped carry his boxes to his room up on the third floor. By the time they'd all finished, it wasn't too late, but it was evening. So Moira hugged her son goodbye and left in happy, proud tears. Angie had wiped wet eyes himself. Of course he would visit her often and he wouldn't be surprised when she inevitably stopped by with Tupperware full of food, but he'd still miss seeing her every day.

Angie had spent the evening arranging his room the way he liked it and unpacking all his things. When he was done, he worked a little bit on his current commissions before changing into some sweats and a graphic t-shirt and promptly falling asleep.

When he woke up, it was to shining rays of sunlight, traffic, dogs, and birds. He rolled himself out of bed and, feeling a bit fem, picked his outfit for the day. Adding some frilly white socks and a pair of Salva Mary Jane's. He brushed his hair out and donned his favorite pair of round wire glasses and bounded down the stairs. When he saw that others were up and about, he smiled and waved.

"Hello!"

 

[DisneyGirl]

FINN FLORES
Location: Kitchen
Interactions:
geminiy
Cardan
Norrsken
-ferret-



There were only a few things Finn needed in life: his family, his friends and music.

The rest of the non-essentials he could fit into a suitcase. And he did.

Couch-surfing had become a way of life for him for about a year now, so he was used to not taking too many things with him wherever he went. He didn’t have a space for them anyway, so what was the use in having so much stuff? But now, he found himself with the exact opposite problem. He finally had his own home.

Well, one he shared with eight other people.

You had to start somewhere, right?

For Finn, there were no moving vans, no boxes to unpack and no furniture unless an air mattress he bought last minute counted. He needed to buy more stuff to fill the space. It felt strange, living in a real home for the first time in...well, since he left his family’s home. He’d FaceTimed with his parents earlier to update them on the move and it made his whole day to hear how proud they were of him. He missed them dearly and adulthood was hard, but he liked the feeling of more stability and financial independence; he liked that he’d actually have a place for his daughter to hang out on the weekends instead of some random friend’s apartment or, at worst case scenario, a recording studio. His ex always got on him for being such a kid, while she was off with a full time job in an office and had a two bedroom luxury apartment in the much nicer part of the city. It really got on his nerves how critical and judgmental she was. As if he wasn’t trying to do better, be better. He understood her concerns, however; all a mom asked for was for the father of her child to have at least a little of his shit together so their child could have a good life. It was just a struggle is all. Finn hated when she called him kid, but he had to admit, he still felt like one a lot of the times.

So this was a new chapter for him. Something he hoped would be an inspiration for Rosie when she got older and had to find her own way in the world someday.

There wasn’t much to unpack besides clothes, basic toiletries, notebooks, and his laptop so he got to spend his day getting to know the neighborhood he’d be living in for a while. There was a pub and a stand up club he made a mental note of visiting sometime and a little cookie shop he couldn’t wait to take Rosie to the next weekend he had her over. And there were girls. Lots of beautiful girls.

Yup, he was gonna like it around here.

The rest of his day was spent going to the studio where he wrote a few songs with a friend of a friend’s band for their debut album. Songwriting sessions always ran late and it wasn’t until four in the morning until Finn got home and, man, was he exhausted but in the best way possible. The smell of food is what woke him up. Someone was making a breakfast.

Damn, was he hungry.

Hair all messy and shirtless like most mornings, Finn made his way to the kitchen and grinned when he saw the small crowd of his roomies there. “Mornin’ everybody,” he said before yawning and stretching and reaching for the nearest box of cereal he could find. “Smells delicious in here.”