☆ Can't Live With You {Can't Live Without You} ☆

[Despondency]

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DESPONDENCY
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Muse A and Muse B find an apartment online that they both love. Though they’re strangers when they sign the lease, they agree to share the place. A few days after the move in, they start to question the arrangement.


Muse A is quiet and neat. Muse B is loud and messy. Muse A has a decent job and pays most of the rent, Muse B recently got fired from their job, hasn't told Muse A yet, and isn't in a rush to find a replacement job. Muse A is the responsible type, and Muse B couldn't take care of a goldfish. Muse A likes their privacy and Muse B is happy walking around the apartment half-naked and entering their roommate’s space without knocking.


They hardly agree on anything, from what to order for dinner to what temperature to keep the thermostat on. Just when Muse A is reaching their breaking point and on the verge of giving up the apartment they love to move back home because Muse B is driving them crazy and they can’t keep up with bills on their own, Muse A suffers a major setback/loss and Muse B is the only person who understands/can help them get through it.

Muse A: @AFabulousCottonBall


Muse B: @Despondency


Genre: Friendship; Roommate; Romance; Drama


Number of Roleplayers: 2

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[AFabulousCottonBall]

Rosalee let out a small sigh as she looked up at her apartment building.


It was early August, and the cool Autumn breeze was flowing through Rosie's brown wavy locks. She had just gotten back from her job at a dance studio, and was ready to relax in her brand new apartment. One that she had fallen madly in love with as she saw it for the first time. The one with the clean, eggshell colored walls and the gorgeous view that showed the entire city. The one with the nice, hardwood floor and marbled cabinets. The one that was her dream home (with a rent of roughly 300 dollars a month.) Yes, it was absolutely perfect in Rosalee's terms. And she couldn't wait to finally get to it, lay back, watch some tv, and just...relax.


And so, instead of just staring at the building, probably looking a bit crazy to people passing by on the street, Rosie walked in through the glass doors, and towards the elevator. Another great thing she loved about her new place to live was where it was. The apartment building had 11 floors, and her apartment was on the fifth. Not too low from the ground, but not too high up, either. It was just right. Kind of like Goldie Locks and the Three Bears. Rosalee Sims and the Perfect Apartment. Seemed to have a nice ring to it in Rosie's head.


Whenever the elevator hit the right floor, she stepped out, walked down the hall and into her nice, clean, perfect new apartment...


"Oh. You're still here."


Rosie scoffed a bit as she saw her roommate, Mason, still sitting on the couch. Same place he was this morning when she went to leave for work. In all truthfulness, Rosalee disliked her new roommate. She didn't even really see him as a roommate. Just someone she had to deal with on a monthly basis. Sure, they signed the lease together, but that was before they really knew eachother. Before Rosie knew how much of a dirty, unorganized person Mr. Moretti was.


Already, she could tell that he had been there all day. Dishes were piling up in the sink (how can somebody eat so much in one day?!), food and candy wrappers lied about the apartment floor, and Mason had his dirty, somewhat smelly feet on the nice glass coffee table she had just cleaned this morning. It was horrible. HE was horrible.

 

[Despondency]

"I've grown up well - don't you agree?"

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[AFabulousCottonBall]

"Well, it was good. Until I almost had a heart attack the moment I stepped foot in here." Rosalee said to the distasteful blonde as she bent down to pick up numerous rappers. "I swear, can't even walk into the doorway without stepping on garbage..." she muttered, her dissatisfaction obvious.


It had only been about a week, and Rosalee was having an OCD attack almost every single day. At first, she was pleased to be able to share an apartment with such an attractive male, and maybe even a bit exciting. The first couple of days weren't that bad. A few scattered cans here and there, but Mason always cleaned them up, and that made Rosie feel content. But, as the days lagged on, she started noticing his...messier habits. He started becoming more careless, and Rosie had to do more of the work around the house. Now, after several days, it was becoming quite tedious, and Rosalee couldn't stand it. But, it wasn't just the lack of cleanliness that made her feel such distraught about her roommate.


He was like a 7 year old in a 24 year old man's body. He seemed to have absolutely no capabilities of taking care of himself whatsoever. It somewhat amazed Rosalee that he even considered possibly living in an apartment by himself. The only good quality that Rosie really noticed about him was his fashion, and even then, it was very tidy. Not to mention his god awful friends. Rosalee had only met them a few times, but she already loathed the fellas. They were even more unkempt than Mason himself. And every single time they were over, at least one of them would make a snarky and usually disgusting comment towards Rosalee. And the worst thing about it was, Rosie never, ever got a moment of peace. Whether Mason's dirty friends were over or not, Rosalee could almost never seem to have absolute solitude. She never had a chance to sit down and read, or draw, or write. She was either cleaning, at work, or when she did have a split second to sit down, was being interrupted by her god awful roomie as he complained about something being broken or not working. It was horrible.


As she stepped further into the apartment, it seemed as though everywhere she looked, there was trash. "You know, if your going to have those dogs here, make sure to clean up after then. Owning a pet is a large responsibility."

 

[Despondency]

"I've grown up well - don't you agree?"

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[AFabulousCottonBall]

Rosalee scoffed, and quickly pet the hair back in its place. "I'll have you know, I owned four dogs for seven years. I would have kept them for longer, but oh look, I actually moved out of my parents' house by the time I was 18." She said to him, giving him a piercing glare. And as he walked away, she couldn't help but want to just tie him up so he wouldn't destroy the place. I mean, really, she thought. He had been so nice when she first met him. That was, of course, why she signed the lease. She originally didn't want a roommate. Rosie was finally ready for an apartment of her own. But, the landlord told her that there was somebody else who wanted the apartment as well, and that if she wanted it, she would have to share it. Of course, Rosalee, being the good Samaritan that she was (and the fact that finding good yet affordable apartments was rather difficult), she agreed to move into the place with Mason. He was a gentleman about it, too. Helping her with boxes, putting things in order, agreeing not to paint or hang anything on the walls. He seemed like he would be a great roommate. But now, as she looked down upon the sink that was pretty much overflowing (he could pick them up but not put them out, how typical), she began to wonder if now Mason was beginning to intentionally piss her off by acting like a complete barnyard animal.


But, as much as she wanted Mason to clean up his mess, she knew he wouldn't. But she also couldn't let it sit there, either. So, Rosalee took the hair tie off of her wrist, wrapped her chocolaty hair in it, rolled up her sleeves, and began working towards cleaning the scum off the dishes. And as much as it disgusted her, she kind of enjoyed it.


As a child, Rosalee was always eager to help. Washing the dishes, cleaning the cupboards, mopping the floors, Rosie did it all. And she always seemed to have fun with it. Cleaning was sort of a way to calm to Rosalee. Whenever her life was in a panic, she would always clean something, whether it was already spiffy or not. It helped her bring a sense of control in her life during a time in which there may have been none. It made her feel empowered. Helpful. Rosie didn't think she was amazing at a lot of things, but from the few that she did, cleaning was the main one. Her pièce de résistance. The one thing that Rosalee knew she could never fail at. That, and dancing.


Another thing Rosie did as a child, was dance. She loved it so, so much. Almost her entire life, Rosalee had been enrolled into a dance studio, wearing a leotard and tiny tu-tu from the time she was three. It brought a sense of entitlement to her. She could glide across a floor like no other. All of her moves were sharp and precise, yet always flowed together gracefully. Whether it be Contemporary, Jazz or Hip-Hop, she could do it. And she could do it passionately, and fiercely. That's why she worked at a dance studio. It didn't pay the best, but Rosie indulged in seeing the faces of the kids light up as soon as they got something. She would always have parents come talk to her, about how excited their children would be to see her. Rosie loved kids of all ages. She hoped to soon be a kindergarten teacher, but first, wanted to pursue being a choreographer. Maybe owning her own dance studio. But of course, Rosalee was but a small adult with big dreams that would be hard to accomplish. But hey, she was an ambitious girl.

 

[Despondency]

"I've grown up well - don't you agree?"

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[AFabulousCottonBall]

"Lovely," Rosalee replied, her sarcasm being extremely present in her voice. "I would hope to keep it that way, but oh well..." she added under her breath. She was finally down to only one or two dishes and the silverware. Then, afterwards, she could hopefully find the relaxation she had been longing for the entire time she was home. Just the thought of being able to sit down and indulge herself in some Stephen King or Mark Twain made her eyes sparkle. Of course, she knew she wouldn't have peace for that long, but just a split moment to herself would be enough for the quiet brunette.


After a few minutes, Rosalee has finally finished washing and putting away the dishes. She let out a long, exasperated sigh of relief, and closed her eyes for a moment, before walking into her bedroom.


For the decoration of the apartment, Rosalee and Mason had to compromise (which was a difficult task to do) on what furniture to use and where to put stuff. Her bedroom was the only thing that she was able to mold into her very own image. It wasn't very colorful, just filled with whites and blacks and greys, but that's how Rosie enjoyed it. She felt that colors took too much away from the design of a room itself. It may have looked boring, but Rosalee was absolutely in love with it. She had white dressers with stripes of black (courtesy of time and a lot of tape), a queen sized bed with white sheets, a white and grey zig-zagged carpet, and a white standing lamp right next to her bed. She also had a standing mirror in the far corner of the room, right next to the window, which was covered in a long, drape-like white fabric. It wasn't much, but it was just enough. She also had a bookshelf that sat at the edge of her bed, where she kept all of her classic favorites. What could she say, Rosalee was quite a bookworm. It fascinated her how just by the work of a computer, she could basically be transported into another world. Whenever she read, she always felt as if she was there somehow. Like the story had sucked her somehow. It was magical in Rosalee's eyes. And after she realized it was quiet for a few minutes, Rosie figured it would be the right time to sit down and read. So, she grabbed The Great Gatsby, sat down on her bed, and flipped open the pages. She was at the part where Gatsby and Daisy met once more in his glamorous mansion. That was something Rosalee wished for. She wished for a kind, generous man to come and sweep her off of her feet. Save her from her benevolent husband. Rosie hoped to one day be Mrs. Daisy Fay Buchanan.

 

[Despondency]

"I've grown up well - don't you agree?"

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[AFabulousCottonBall]

By the time Mason walked back into the apartment, Rosalee was just finishing the final page. A long sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she connected the covers of the book and locked the pages between them. It was such a stress reliever for Rosie to be able to just sit down in the comfort of her own personal space and read a good story. The Great Gatsby, although she had read it multiple times, it still mystified her every single time. That's how she felt about a lot of the books she owned. She had read pretty much every single story in her collection, but she still proceeded to read them because, in her mind, the stories never got old. She knew every plot twist, but strangely enough, they still surprised her every time she scanned the pages of a book. Guess she was just a book nerd.


After she put the book away, Rosalee fell back on her bed and began to daydream. That was something she was bad about. She was a daydreamer. Always stuck in her own mind. Making up her own stories, her own little worlds. It was an escape from a world that was typical plain and somewhat cruel. Although she was quite clean and organized, the places she created in her head certainly weren't. In fact, if somebody saw inside of Rosie's mind, they wouldn't believe that it was really her creating everything. That was what burned her up about Mason.


Yes, she was neat. Clean. Organized. But she wasn't typically a very strict, nor rude, person. It's just something about Mason ticked her off beyond belief. Maybe it was the fact that she had to repeat herself constantly? Maybe it was the fact that she felt her demands were nothing too hard to follow? She had very simple rules. Very simple demands. It wasn't rocket science in her personal opinion. But she didn't know how her hazel-eyed roommate thought. Obviously, not the same as the brunette herself.


After a few minutes, she decided to step out of her little den and back into the living room, where she saw Mason enjoying a sandwich from one of his favorite restaurants. It's what he always ate. But hey, it didn't bother her. As long as he didn't try to cook and make a mess, she didn't care. "So uh...when are these friends coming over?" Rosie asked as she searched through the cupboards looking for something to chow down on. It hadn't hit her how hungry she was until she was her roommate enjoying his lunch.