Realistic or Modern L.A. Devotees (Open!)

[a z u l a]

Natasha

L.A. was...a lot. It was noisy and busy and dirty, but in a completely different way than New York was. NYC was full of life and culture, you never knew what you might find around every corner, where as Los Angeles was full of fake people who were constantly chasing after money and fame. While she desperately missed New York, there was nothing waiting for her there and this was her home now. She'd run from her past and now it was time to start over. After arriving in Cali she'd rented a very dirty, probably unhealthy apartment while she waitressed at a local bar to make it on her own while she was building up connections and trying to find a talent agent. Luck would have it that Greg had stumbled across her at the local open mic night and swooped in to save her from eating ramen noodles seven days a week.

The only downside of the contract was the whole living with other people situation. Despite her crappy living conditions, Natasha much rather preferred to live alone. After being kicked out by her former band she was hesitant of new people, who was to say they wouldn't throw her out into the cold like her so-called friends had? She couldn't dent that it had been lonely not knowing a single person in the city, she'd had plenty of one night stands in the few months she'd been frequenting the clubs when she had the time, but it was nothing like having a family like she'd had in New York. Even though they'd betrayed her, she missed her band.

There was no time to second guess her decision, today was move in day and to say she was nervous was an understatement. Natasha wasn't a mean person, but she didn't particularly like people, especially L.A. girls. They were snobbish and stuck up and extremely annoying. She wasn't exactly looking forward to sharing a house with anyone like that, let alone having a roommate, but this was her best way of making it big and there was no way she was giving up on her dream because of a minor inconvenience.

Her jaw dropped as her Uber pulled up to the house, it was much bigger than she'd been expecting. In a house this big maybe she could avoid her potentially annoying house mates for the most part. The street they lived on was nice, much nicer than anywhere Natasha had ever lived. She didn't feel like she belonged here, but if she was going to make it big she'd have to get used to things like this eventually. Luckily she didn't have many belongings to drag up the driveway, though her guitar and musical equipment was a bit of a struggle. Finally, she managed to bring all of her belongings to the front porch and unlocked the front door with the key Greg had given her, surprised that she was the first one to make it. She was glad to have the few extra minutes of alone time before everyone else arrived, plus it meant she could pick her bedroom first.

Hunter

Today was by far one of the most exciting days of Hunter's life. Today he was moving into a new house with a ton of new people, being the people person that he was he was incredibly excited to be sharing a space with other artists, not to mention the fact that some of them were girls, and it was safe to assume they were hot girls at that. He'd been in L.A. for two years now, trying his best to make it by producing videos and working as many side jobs as he could, even entertaining modeling for a bit but it just wasn't for him, he was never one to sit still. Creating was his passion and he was determined to prove his parents wrong and make it by living his dream. He'd only talked to his mother since moving, mostly only on holidays and birthdays, while his father refused to speak to him still.

He filmed as he pulled up to the large house, it would make for a great vlog to introduce his channel to his new house, he'd definitely have to make sure to blur out the address while editing. After three years of making videos he wasn't exactly well known, but he did have a following of loyal fans that continued to grow, hopefully it would double while he was working with Greg to promote his content. It would be great content to have this many roommates as well, he'd be able to pull off some great pranks in this large of a house with that many people.

As soon as he'd parked he was practically running up to the front door, packing could wait til after he'd met his house mates and seen the inside of their beautiful house. He was a little disappointed to find he was only the second person to arrive, but he was sure everyone else would be arriving soon. Besides, his new roommate was hot. There was no way she wasn't a model, and he was going to have to remember to thank Greg for placing him in the same house as her because damn.

"Hey, I'm Hunter." He greeted, moving forward to shake her hand, surprised by how firm her shake was. "Natasha. You're a Youtuber?" She asked, looking down at the camera in his hands skeptically. Some people weren't very fond of his profession, understandably so, a lot of people didn't like being filmed whereas he thrived off of it.

"Yeah! What about you?" He asked, though he'd already taken an educated guess at her profession. "I'm a singer, used to be in a band called Valor, didn't work out so well." She shrugged, turning to look away as she spoke about the band. It was a little surprising someone so tiny had been in a rock band, but her mostly black outfit did fit the type. In fact, she looked a little familiar now that she'd said it.

"Oh yeah, you opened up for (insert famous band here)!" She seemed a little surprised that he recognized her band, but Hunter had quite a wide variety of music he enjoyed and his best friend had dragged him to their concert a year ago. Granted, they'd come late and had only seen the last song Valor had performed, and they'd definitely been drunk, but from what he remembered they'd been a decent band.

"So...we've got the place to ourselves, huh?" He suggested, offering her a wink. Apparently that hadn't been the right thing to say as a a shoe came flying at him from where she stood by her bags. He barely dodged it as it hit the wall behind him, and he instantly regretted hitting on her within the first few minutes of meeting her. Maybe he'd have better luck with the other girls.

"Don't even try." She glared, earning a nervous laugh from him as he profusely apologized. "I was kidding!" He explained, though he definitely hadn't been and she seemed to know that. Without a word of acknowledgement she turned away from him to continue carrying her things upstairs and he was relieved she didn't feel the need to throw anything else at him.​

 

[Kipsy]

Kyungsoo

Mood: Nervous | Interacting with: Natasha

Tap tap tap.

Kyungsoo’s foot tapped impatiently against the floor of the taxi, his arms wrapped around himself in a mock embrace. It was cold, he noticed, the air nipping at his skin. He hated it.

Tap tap tap.

It wasn’t his idea to room with people. He’d insisted to the company that he could afford an apartment of his own, although that in itself was a lie. Kyungsoo was just more used to living by himself than with others. This was going to be a disaster.

There were very few things he could tolerate in life. Usually, other humans were not included in that list. Of course, several people had managed to slide their way into his life, but they weren’t… the best influence. He’d long since cut those ties.

Tap tap…

Gritting his teeth, Kyungsoo scowled. It wasn’t meant for anyone in particular, rather a reflection of how he felt about himself, of how stupid he knew he’d been back then. And the expression most certainly didn’t suit his soft features.

He pushed those thoughts to the side and shook his head lightly, running his fingers through his hair. It was plenty messy enough as it was, but he figured it gave him an off-putting look. He didn’t want to avoid socializing with these people forever, of course. They were going to be the equivalent of coworkers after all. But, for right now, he planned just to observe.

That wasn’t creepy, was it?

A frown returned to Kyungsoo’s face. It was creepy. Well, fuck him. He’ll have to talk to people. Socialize. Interact. Pretend to be normal. ...he could do that. It wouldn’t be the first time he carried a mask around with him. Besides, the company couldn’t know about the things he was still doing. He didn’t have control over that part of his life.

The taxi pulled to a stop and Kyungsoo got out, handing wrinkled dollars to the driver. Turning around, his eyes widened at the sight of the house. He was expecting some rundown fixer-upper, not… this. It was modern and much bigger than he anticipated.

Taking in a deep breath, he tugged his backpack out from the taxi, sliding it up and onto his shoulders. He waved the driver goodbye, watching the vehicle pull away before heading up to the house. Although it probably wasn’t necessary, he knocked, feeling out of place. Once it occurred to him that he could be the first one, however, he pulled out the keys and opened the door.

There was a girl and a guy who had just disappeared up the staircase, but Kyungsoo couldn’t figure out how to greet them properly. Instead, he continued to stand in the doorway for a moment, gathering himself. When was the last time he’d cared so much about what people thought?

“Hey.” The word left his chapped lips before he knew it. He immediately swallowed, nerves returning. A part of him figured he should continue the conversation; the other wanted to charge up those stairs and find an unoccupied room. “Uhm, I’m Kyungsoo Kyo. Song writer and producer. It’s, uh, a pleasure?” It wasn’t his intention for that to come out as a question, but it did anyways.

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[Winona]

Milos


He was both nervous and excited, probably for obvious reasons. In the morning, he'd packed his things and yelled goodbye to his roommates, although none had come out to say goodbye as he stood in the living room with a huge smile on his face and the few meager belongings that he had. Well, it was their loss. Milos Volkov was going to make a name for himself... well, hopefully. He'd more or less come along because at least it was a better place than his previous apartment, and it was a better job than bagging groceries. Although, well, he'd gotten quite a few handsome tips from some people.

After a short car ride over that felt way too long, Milos had unloaded his bags and was now standing in front of the house, his mouth literally agape in shock at how nice the house he now had the privilege of living in was. Wow. And to think, Milos had just been helping out at the theater as a nice, friendly gesture, and now here he was. What a turn of events.

Still very nervous, Milos shouldered his backpack and grabbed his suitcase, then went up to the door. He hesitated, wondering if he should knock or just walk in, and then he decided to just do both. So Milos' hand knocked lightly against the door, and then he turned the knob and pushed in, looking around in awe for a moment at how beautiful the entryway was. Hell, the entryway was bigger than some of the apartments he'd lived in while growing up.

As his awe subsided, Milos heard voices coming from another room. He started towards the voices, but paused long enough to shove his suitcase against a wall for later, and then drop his backpack on top of it. Giving his luggage a you better not move look and finger point, Milos then turned and headed towards the voices.

"Oh, hello." He said, pausing in the doorway as he stepped into the living room. Milos tried to keep his starstruck attitude to himself, and tried to not marvel at this room, too. After all, he wanted to try and appear cool to his fellow roommates, and drooling over fancy furniture was probably not the way. His eyes only trailed around the room for a moment before they trickled across the people already there. A blonde guy who looked faintly familiar, another dude who looked as nervous as he felt, and finally a girl dressed in... all black. Black wasn't his favorite color in the world, but even Milos had to admit that she looked good.

His eyes lingered on her for the longest, before he remembered that he'd forgotten to introduce himself. "Ah, hello." Despite growing up in the states, Milos had always spent the most time at home, speaking with his parents, which had given him a very faint accent. A very... weird, and unique accent, thanks to have one Mexican parent, and one Russian. Although his accent tended to hint more towards Russian, when he grew exceptionally angry, he would often break into Spanish curses, and his voice would lose all of it's Russian-ness. "I'm Milos. It is a pleasure to meet all of you." Was he too happy? Probably.

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Anastasia


Holy shit. Ellie had scored big and thanks to knowing her (and okay, maybe Anastasia had a few of her own talents), they were going to be able to live in this big, beautiful, amazing mansion. The house was only a small part of the reason she'd agreed to this. Her biggest reason was, of course, to make sure that no one hurt Ellie's feelings -- and if they did, Anastasia would have to make sure that they never hurt another person again. Ahem. Right.

Anyway, her other reasons were simple: being here would give her some kind of purpose and get her parents off her back and to get them to stop worrying about her. And finally, well, there were going to be other people, and everyone knew that there were no ugly celebrities, which meant that Anastasia would be surrounded by solid tens all the time. God. Hell yeah.

"C'mon, Ellie. Hurry up! We gotta go see this." Anastasia practically dragged her best friend out of the Uber, offering the kind of attractive driver a little wink before she grabbed her backpack, throwing it on, and then started for the front of the house. She hadn't been sure what she would need at this new place, so Anastasia had left almost all of her possessions back home. All she had was her backpack with a few changes of clothes and some of her most prized possessions.

She was through the door in minutes, still dragging Ellie after her. Anastasia didn't knock, or yell hello, or anything as she headed into the living room and finally let go of Ellie's hand. Her eyes roamed over the other people -- attractive girl, okay dude, okay dude, and... oh damn. A really attractive dude. Hell yeah. Fuck yeah. This was the best decision ever.

Anastasia didn't try to hide that she was checking him out, her eyes roaming over his body while she slowly nodded, and then turned to look at Ellie with a huge smile. "We hit the jackpot of attractive people." She said, then turned her attention back to the blonde. "Hey, I'm Anastasia, but you can call me your girlfriend."

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[Soap]

Zoë

Today was a crappy day, she was already expecting it to get worse. Zoe had gotten a phone call from her infamous mother who everyone but she loved. A little harsh to say you don't love your mother, hm? Well, harsh seemed to be her speciality. Safe to say she was more than upset that Zoe had gotten assigned to an agency, Looks like she forgot to threaten this one. So. Ha. Mom Laurie can choke on her ego. Despite being the disappointment of the family they hadn't cut her off yet. So, yes. She had her own personal car, at least... for now anyway. "Can you uh... put that out?" The man in the driver's seat asked, staring at her through the rearview mirror. Zoe looked at the cigarette between her fingers and met eyes with him in the mirror, dropping it out the window watching his small nod of appreciation before reaching down into the pack she had, pulling another out and lighting it. Taking a long puff and blowing out the smoke towards him instead of the opened window. "I put one out." He looked agitated but decided to not say anything about it, the look on his face put an amused grin on her own.

Pulling up to the house, she stepped out of the car. "Thanks, Chad." Giving him an all too fake smile. "It's Dan-" He tried to correct her before she lifted a hand up to shut him up. "Right, David." No offense, but Zoe didn't care. She wasn't stuck up, she just... genuinely didn't care. He drove off while Zoe walked off towards the place. Her eyes roamed over the place she'd be sharing with multiple people. The thought alone made her shudder with disgust. However, the mansion alone wasn't that bad. Zoe wasn't very picky.

She eyed the door for a split-second, did they expect her to knock? Twisting the knob and walking inside, making her way into the living room where the others were seemingly gathering around. She dropped her duffel bag onto the floor with a thud, leaning against the chair with both of her arms supporting her. Everyone was introducing theirselves and It'd probably be slightly odd living with people who didn't know her name. Or well, odds are they did know her name, she was just silently praying they didn't. "Zoe." Her gaze traveled slowly over the girl who had good taste in clothes apparently. Shifting a little uncomfortably that they were almost matching. The boys weren't terrible looking, neither were the three girls. So.. At least they were attractive... hopefully their personalities isn't as ugly as Zoe's expecting. Furrowing her brows at her own thoughts. That was kind of harsh... Oh well.
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Ellie

Ellie's hands fidgeted uncomfortably in the Uber, she hadn't been this far away from home since she'd done humanitarian work. It wasn't like she hated going anywhere! She loved traveling. It's just... this wasn't just for a few months. She could be in Los Angeles for the rest of her life... okay, wow. Not gonna think about that. Her eyes widened when she'd seen the mansion before her, woah. They weren't in Iowa anymore... snapping out of her own thoughts when Ana grabbed her attention. She shook her head with an amused smile when she flirted with the driver. Everything will work out here, she has Anastasia with her. Who wouldn't want to be living their dream in LA with their best friend? She still couldn't believe they were actually interested in her talent.

She loved acting, and well, probably one of the best back home. But that was Iowa! Not... the place full with stars. Being dragged by Ana as they walked through the house filled with the people they'd be living with, Ellie didn't really mind roommates. Besides, she never had anyone living with her, if you don't count her parents, or the pig back home. She doesn't mean her ex, she means an actual pig. Ah. Bernard. Great, she was already getting homesick. All of her thoughts of Bernard fell away when she noticed everyone else here. They were talented, and pretty too? No, nope, this was beginning to be a lot for her. But incredibly exciting at the same time. Chuckling softly to herself when Ana had mentioned they hit the 'jackpot' of people.

Almost facepalming at Ana's flirting right off the bat. Ellie cleared her throat before deciding to introduce herself. Glancing towards the whole group. "I'm Eloise. But... please just call me Ellie." Not as bold as Ana, nor ready to have a complete stranger refer to her as their girlfriend. Looking away from the rather intimidating people in-front of her with a sheepish smile. Fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist.

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[Maree]

Minevra Steel

Mood: Excited| Interacting with: Kyungsoo + All

The hum of motorbike beneath Minerva was enough to relax her nerves. There's nothing like zipping through traffic on busy L.A roads to make you feel alive. That was one of the many reasons she had picked a motorbike as her transportation of choice. The main reason was a failed attempt to get some sort of reaction from her dad. The idea was to make him worried that she would be recklessly driving around, it hadn't worked. His only reaction was some drunken incoherent mumbling before her passed out.

Taking a deep breath she pushed the thoughts from her head. She had her lovely motorbike and that was all she needed. But then again maybe she would meet someone to fill the hole in her heart at the house. The thought made her laugh, lifting her spirits once again. Minnie was not known as a dating type. More of a few flings here and there. The no strings attached kind of 'relationships'. There were sure to be multiple romances going on in the house. But she preferred to watch them crash and burn not to be apart of the crashing and burning.

After a few minutes of driving down some quiet streets, Minnie's eyes landed on the house. It looked just as stunning as pictures she had been shown. This was a relief because a lot of the time housing pictures were taken to be deceiving. She had fallen victim to this trickery too many times. As she pulled up the drive she was quite surprised that there were no other vehicles. At least that meant she wouldn't have to fight for parks. Taking the best park for herself she turned off the ignition before climbing off her bike.

Was she meant to knock? this thought caused her to roll her eyes. This was her home now why would she knock. So she pushed open the door and stepped inside. She was taken aback for a moment at how attractive everyone was. She thought there would be at least one ugly person but there wasn't. Looking at her roommate's faces reminded her that she was still wearing her helmet so they wouldn't have been able to see hers. She pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair a bit so it wasn't messy.

"Hey," she said, waving with her free hand. "I'm Minerva, but you can call me Minnie" she introduced herself to the crowd silently cursing her father for the obscure name. Why she couldn't have had a more traditional name she didn't know. She placed her helmet on the bench before leaning against it as she tried to read her roommates. Her eyes fell on a male standing near her who looked more nervous than the others. "I was worried I was going to be the only Asian for a minute," she said, her lips forming a playful smile.

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[Rach]

Valerie


Traffic was complete garbage, like usual. The cab creeped through the busy streets of Los Angeles like a snail, a restless young woman fidgeting in the backseat with pretty blue eyes and a fierce bite. "Can you maybe take a detour, or something? Tell the Autobots that we gotta transform and go. Anything." Her newly acquired raspy voice made it sound as if she were growling with the aggressive tone she was using. She certainly wasn't in a rush to get to her new place, Valerie just hated feeling like she could walk faster than her Uber was driving. He turned his head to look at her and shook his head. She could have been blind and still correctly assumed his response. Maybe she could meditate; her therapist, Google Search, told her that meditating would make her a little... calmer. Val took a deep breath in, through her nose, before exhaling from her mouth. Her eyes cracked open after less than a minute - this was taking too long. The young woman knew a much better way of achieving momentary serenity. Delicate fingers dipped into the back pocket of her formfitting jeans (a good pair of blue mom jeans was certainly a staple in her wardrobe) to pull out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. Lighting up and taking a drag, the brunette leaned the side of her head against her window and sighed, smoke crawling up the glass until it seeped out into the polluted city air from the crack at the top. The driver gave a side-eye look but said nothing.

Eventually, they arrived. Valerie was surprised that they made it before finishing her cigarette, but she supposed the traffic did lighten up considerably after she lit it. "Thanks." Leaving the driver for a moment as she exited the sedan, she stared up at her new home with a small frown. This had been her last resort. What she saw was a house that symbolized her failure and her ignorance. Instead of singing and getting signed, she was trying to pull acting jobs in small tv shows and movies with the help of an agent that somehow saw potential in her. At least he didn't call her a star like Damien. In all honesty, she found acting hard to enjoy despite her ability to pull off emotional scenes extremely well. Valerie blamed her ability to hold onto hate and hurt for her affinity of crying on demand.

Finishing her cigarette, Val stomped it out with the ball of her sneaker and pulled out her two backpacks and guitar case from the trunk. She half waddled to the door and already heard voices coming from the other side. Great. She wasn't shy or afraid to meet these strangers, Valerie just simply hated expelling energy on people that were going to most likely be fake and untrustworthy. All of her friendships in this city had turned out that way, anyway. What would make these people any different? Taking a step inside surely didn't make her feel any better, especially when everyone in sight was somehow beautiful. Los Angeles, City of Angels, she assumed was the most logical answer. She saw the first few boys and girls lingering among each other. It appeared everyone was still making introductions.

"Hi. Valerie Griffin." Her blue eyes drifted down to a lone shoe on the floor, next to her bags that she had just set down. Picking it up, she quirked an eyebrow and glanced around, unsure of who it belonged to since she had missed the previous exchange due to her absence. "Sick shoe. Does it belong to anyone and can they tell me where I can get a pair?" Okay, maybe she wasn't going to immediately start trusting strangers and making best friends, but she did like shoes and she wasn't one to alienate herself in a crowd. She could tolerate people and put on a good face - to an extent, of course.

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Roman


The fact that his agent was forcing him to downgrade and move in with roommates was considerably annoying, but understandable. Roman had started taking on less modeling gigs in an attempt to do some... soul searching. Whatever that meant. In reality, the man was so stressed out about his future that he was blowing all his money away on clubs and booze and cigarettes. After a small house visit, Greg had decided it was time for Rome to go through a lifestyle change. What the model didn't know was that by 'lifestyle change', Greg meant moving in with a crapload of people trying to get famous. But what Greg didn't know was that Roman would be much more prone to bad decisions with the influence of others his age. Living alone had been isolating and depressing; now, he would have all the opportunities to encourage his bad habits rather than breaking them.

Of course, he knew he should stay on track and figure out what career could keep his interest. The same could be said for love interests, but Rome was bad at relationships and struggled often with commitment. His parents had married and were living horribly miserable lives together. To him, they were trapped, and love was at the roots of their anguish. There was no way he would do that to himself and found that he had a natural ability to push people away by convincing himself that he was bored of the relationship and uncertain of his feelings. Rome didn't mean to make all those girls cry... It just happened, and he truly felt bad about it. He still sent his ex-girlfriends a small gift for their birthdays every year. All 14 of them.

He recognized the neighborhood that he drove into; one of said exes resided a few streets over. Roman tried not to think about it as he pulled into the spacious driveway before he stepped out of his car. He would unpack his stuff from his trunk later. It seemed that everyone was arriving, as well, and he didn't want to be the last one to the party. His car gave a beep as he locked it, walking through the entrance in time to hear a pretty girl talking about a shoe in a room of just as pretty people. Sidestepping around her, he gave a small wave and entered the thick of the crowd that had formed so far. "Roman Harlow. Rome is fine." He didn't expect anyone to remember his name, though his face may be recognizable to some; if not, then his three years working up to his B-list model status meant nothing.

The girl he had taken a stance beside was messing with something on her wrist. Naturally curious, pale green eyes focused on what was keeping the attractive girl's attention: a bracelet. Maybe it meant something to her. Or maybe it just looked good with her outfit, like the typically shallow reasons for accessories. He tilted his head to the side slightly and ran his fingers through his dark tresses with a smile. "Eloise sounds so fancy, but I'll call you Ellie. Would rather stay safe and avoid your fury," Rome teased, comfortable in the social atmosphere.

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[dmgink]

Elisha Lazarus
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In all honesty, Greg Beach's suggestion to move into this house with everyone else wasn't too big of a deal for the young Lazarus. It was a total upgrade, and he would probably get some friends in the process. Sure, people here could be fake, but people everywhere had the potential to be fake. It was weeding out the bad ones and finding the good ones that mattered most to Elisha. Maybe he could find some bandmates this way. He was told other musicians would be there.

The Uber drive there was long and tedious. He stared out of the passenger window, admiring the day outside. As well as a little people watching, there was plenty to be entertained by. He tried to distract himself from his thoughts. What if this didn't go over well? What if none of them liked him? Amongst other things to be worried about, these thoughts plagued his mind like no other. This would be good for him. Greg had his best interest in mind, right? He hoped so. What if that was a lie? Shush.

He arrived maybe ten minutes behind the others, the car pulling up to the drive way. He took it all in for a moment. What a gorgeous house! He got out of the car, carefully closing the door and openjng the one in the back. Out of there he grabbed a mid-size bag, assumably full of clothes and other necessities, as well as a guitar case. He handled the items as if they would break at any moment. Slinging the smaller bag over his shoulder, he ran a hand through curled hair before walking up to greet the others.

"Hey," he started once there was a lull in the conversation, addressing the whole group standing there. "I'm Eli. I'm assuming you guys are my new roommates?" he asked. He tried to hide his excitement for this living arrangement.

 

[KingofAesir]

Harvey

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Harvey absolutely adored people. It was true, he was quite possibly the most outgoing person he knew and he wasn't afraid to show it, it that didn't mean he wanted to live in the same house with a bunch of other strangers. It was an opportunity to make new friends in L.A. but there would no doubt be drama. A lot of drama. Okay. So maybe it wasn't that bad. Harvey lived for drama and, well, this was prime ground for the best. He could already see it now. Just imagine the possibilities. Harvey was absolutely swimming in anticipation. Up until this point, he'd been rather reluctant to even go. Making it big I'm his career choice was a big deal for him, but he found it immensely hard to just leave his mother alone like that. But she had insisted that he take this opportunity. She'd be fine, besides Jason had promised he would move back closer so that he could take care of their mother. This was a whole new world compared to his small town hole.

Harvey occupied himself by messing with his hair in the Uber. After changing the part several times he decided that it was fine and it wasn't going to get any better. For a moment he wondered whether he should've toned down his outfit today. The terribly bright blue blazer sitting over his shoulders was almost blinding. Oh, well, no use in changing anything now. Harvey ran his hands down the sleeves of said blazer, smoothing down any wrinkles that might be hiding in the fabric. There was no reason for someone like him to be nervous he was a social guy and it was really easy for him to make friends, but he found himself just the slightest bit antsy. It only multiplied when the house came into view and they pulled into the drive way.

"Well, damn, Greg." Harvey whispered under his breath as he stepped out of the Uber. His agent had told him that the place was nice but this was quite a bit beyond his humble expectations. He supposed it would have to be pretty damn big to house them all so in respect to that it wasn't really that surprising. The Uber took off a few seconds after he'd collected all of his things and Harvey was left standing alone in front of the biggest house he had ever seen in his life. Harvey had only ever done small modeling gigs for local magazines and the like but he had a feeling his life was about to change a whole hell of a lot.

"Hello, beautiful people." Harvey busted through the front doors of the house with a thousand watt stark white smile gracing his face. Any hint that he was nervous was completely gone at this point.

"The name's Harvey Chandler and..." Harvey stopped short when he spotted a dark haired girl standing in the foyer with another boy, but his eyes went straight to the girl and widened at least a few good inches, "My god. You. Are. Gorgeous." Harvey stepped maybe a little too close to the girl, "What's your name, darling? Because I'm sure I'll be seeing it everywhere soon."

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Joel

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This was a mistake. Joel didn't know why he felt like his gig at 'Nightmare' wasn't good enough for him. He had a good thing going in Sacramento and he just had to go a ruin it by taking some far fetched chance from his agent. Greg was insane if he thought Joel was going to be anything but a complete nuisance to everyone in this damn place. All he wanted was to work on his music and have a steady gig to pay the bills, but no, he decides he needed to be famous. By god, he could imagine want his sister would say now. Joel looked up at the roof of the taxi and made a face as if someone had just said something to him. Yeah. She would definitely be absolutely appalled.

Joel had almost told Greg no but at the last second something had taken a hold of him and now here he was, pulling into the drive way of a rather large looking house. He'd seen bigger, some of the house parties he'd DJed for where pretty damn big, but this was maybe the third biggest. The taxi guy just kind of stared at him as they sat there. Joel hadn't moved an inch since they pulled up and he could sense that the guy was getting annoyed. The Indian man opened his mouth and then closed it again, as if he was scared to say something. Joel sat there for a few more seconds before practically throwing his money at the taxi driver and stepping out of the car.

With his duffel in one hand and his mixing equipment bag in the other, Joel stepped over the threshold of the house and was greeted with people. He almost turned around and walked out. Instead, he just kind of shuffled his way into a corner and sat down his bag to pull out his phone. Ignoring people was the one thing he was good at and he wasn't about to waste his talents.

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[Kipsy]

Kyungsoo

Mood: Struggling to get comfy | Interacting with: Milos & Minerva | Mentions: Maree Winona

Many more people started to show up. Kyungsoo listened to them introduce themselves, slowly shying closer to the first girl he met. Some people were looking around, inspecting the crowd, and he was grateful he wasn’t the most attractive person there.

There were a few rambunctious types, like he expected, but also some who seemed gregarious. Kind. Light-hearted. He definitely couldn’t talk to them without giving himself a mental lecture beforehand. No doubt he’d wind up slipping and saying something terribly stupid. So instead he busied himself by carding his fingers through his hair again, letting the locks tangle this way and that.

Of course, he froze when someone addressed him. Kyungsoo glanced over at the girl who had introduced herself as Minerva. And she was pretty. Way too pretty.

“I thought I might be the only one too,” he replied, proud at himself for keeping his voice level. “Minerva, right? I like it, but I guess you prefer Minnie. I’m Kyungsoo. I never earned myself any nicknames, so feel free to get creative.” That would undoubtedly go against him at some point, but whatever. Right now he was focused on being as friendly as possible. He didn’t want anyone to wind up hating him.

Being a songwriter and a producer meant Kyungsoo was probably going to wind up working with at least half of these people at some point or another. There was no way he’d be able to work with someone he disliked without shooting them death glares every minute of every day. Although, he was interested in seeing what pranks he could pull when pushed to his limits. Hair dye in shampoo? Waking them up with an air horn? …framing them?

Once more his eyes glanced over Minerva’s face. He didn’t trail any lower, but it made him think back to when his last hookup was. A while back, some of his friends—former friends, he reminded himself—tried to get him a girlfriend. They sent so many women it was annoying. In the end, when he eventually gave one a try, the experience was less than pleasurable. He never managed to come out as bi after that.

Kyungsoo decided then and there he would remain single. There was no point in trying only to get heartbroken. Dates were distractions. Flings were even worse. He assured himself he wouldn’t go travel that path again.

And yet everyone he was now stuck living with just had to go and be so beautiful. He was screwed, oh so royally screwed.

It was when a man strode over to the first woman Kyungsoo had seen that he felt a lump form in his throat. He shuffled out of the way and further to the side, keeping his gaze locked on Minerva. Every once in a while he glimpsed over to the two next to them, feeling incredibly awkward.

The voice in the back of his mind told him to tell the guy off. The reasonable side of him saw how buff this man was and knew it wouldn’t go too well. Even with all his experience with fighting, he still wasn’t adept at it. And fighting wasn’t what he wanted to get into with the people here.

So Kyungsoo kept his mouth shut.

He did another recap of everyone in the room before deciding he should introduce some more of the bystanders into the conversation. That was the polite thing to do, right? His eyes landed on the boy with the endearing accent.

“Hey, Milos, right?” Kyungsoo said, gesturing for the other to come over. He had absolutely no idea where he was going with this. The social butterfly who takes initiative was not the role for him. Furthermore, Milos was… so much taller than him… “Do me a favor and lend me some of your height.” A playful tone edged his words, albeit a little forced.

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[Soap]

Zoë

Zoe's gaze snapped to the girl who walked in, the one who was cracking jokes about whoever's shoe it was. She watched her intently, it might've been uncomfortable for Valerie if she caught her staring. What was the worst she could do, tell her not to? Hm. She was counting on it. Something about caramel haired girl had piqued her interest, and Zoe just couldn't put her finger on why yet. Ignoring the other conversations going around her. However, the attention that was previously held by the girl turned to the curly haired one who seemed a little too eager to meet them all. She rolled her eyes and surprisingly decided to answer his question. "Unfortunately, we are." Despite how much she dreaded most of this, her voice was monotone. Then of course there was the one who was extremely bright and forward towards the other girl, odds were extremely high that he was gay. Zoe's sure literally anyone could tell. Eying the other who decided to sit in the corner instead of interacting, he almost seemed tolerable.

She wasn't interested in talking much. But that didn't mean she wasn't simply curious about the rest of the people that she was going to be living with. Overhearing the conversation between the short one and the brunette boy. The smallest of grins appeared on her face, which immediately dropped when someone decided to look in her direction. Her gaze scanned over everyone that was here, what they were wearing, how they were acting, speaking. After all... first impressions are everything. No?

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Ellie

Ellie caught Roman's eye and suddenly she was overly self-conscious of what she decided to wear today, adjusting her cardigan a little tighter over her dress. Oh my god. Why didn't Ana say anything? Everything about her just screamed she didn't belong here. Was he a model? He had to be. He was so... wow. Deciding to ignore how attractive he was and focusing more on the conversation. "Mm. Probably a good idea." She teased back. Playful banter was completely okay with Ellie. Preferred even. She shrugged. "Fancy isn't really my thing." Smiling at the blue-eyed beauty. It was true though. All of this... was... fancy. Her eyes roamed around the house, it was even nicer on the inside. Gaze falling on the kitchen and Ellie's mouth almost dropped in awe. "Woah." She didn't realize she was actually admitting her awe out-loud. This place was totally amazing, she was going to be living here.

She turned back towards Roman while he wasn't looking and her eyes widened. She was going to be living here with... him... woah.

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[Winona]

Milos


There were so many people, and all the people seemed to already be forming their little groups andd... Milos was on the outside once more looking in. Still, he tried to keep a smile on his face, and he tried to be as optimistic as possible. There was still plenty of time for him to meet new people, to make new friends and-- ... Oh no, someone was approaching him and yes, Milos was ready for this conversation but at the same time, he wasn't at all ready as the guy walked over.

He didn't introduce himself, and Milos felt horrible for not knowing the guy's name, but he still kept that bright smile on his face. "Ah, yes, I am Milos Voklov." He hated his name, and often tried to just not even mention his last name because it always invoked a lot of people struggling to pronounce it. Plus, well, his first name was a mess all in itself. At this point, he'd given up and let his friends pronounce it one way while his parents pronounced it properly.

Milos laughed at the height joke, looking down at the much shorter dude. "Anytime. Greg saw how nicely I could get things off the top shelf and he said 'Wow, what talent' and now here I am." He said with a laugh. Obviously that was very far from the truth, but if they were joking about height then by golly, he was going to joke all about that damn height.

"So, ah, what is your name?" The more nervous he got, the more worried he got that he would be harder to understand. His accent always seemed to come out more when he was overly excited, upset, angry, etc. Basically any emotion that wasn't happiness, Milos would become difficult to understand. Or, well, he was always worried that he was.

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[dmgink]

Elisha Lazarus
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"And why is that unfortunate?" Elisha addressed Zoë specifically now. He frowned slightly. He'd hoped for more enthusiasm, but understood. They didn't know eachother. He couldn't get his hopes up on the first day, he reminded himself. "I think this'll be a good opportunity for all of us."

He suddenly felt a little insecure at her stare as well. He wasn't wearing anything particularly nice. He wore torn jeans, a denim jacket, and an old black t-shirt with artwork so faded from wear that one couldn't tell what it was. Knowing him, it was probably some old rock band, one like Led Zeppelin or what have you. His shoes were a nice pair of black boots. He wore his long and thick hair down, but could easily pull it back into a ponytail if need be. He held his bags in his hands as he spoke again.

"We've got to get used to eachother. Might as well make the best of it." For someone who worried so much, he was surprisingly optimistic. He always tried to be, anyway, at least outwardly. He shrugged slightly after his words.

 

[Rach]

Roman


Rome smiled and looked down at his chest before back to Ellie. New to LA, he assumed. It was easy to tell who still had that fresh glimmer in their faces and expressions. That, or she just had very pretty blue eyes. He watched her look to the kitchen and vocalize her amazement, and his smile transformed into a grin. Roman wasn't necessarily impressed, the novelty of a lavish home having faded on him already. But her reactions were endearing, and he found her profoundly adorable. Having been staring at her while she wasn't looking, he looked away as her gaze shifted away from the kitchen, not interested in seeming creepy. Taking the moment to his advantage, he looked around the room full of very beautiful people. This was all of Los Angeles in a nutshell, he mused. He looked at the girl holding up the shoe, her bright blue eyes instantly meeting his pale green gaze when his eyes landed on her. Hm, observant. Apparently, she didn't like the way he was looking at her and cast him a vicious glare. A beautifully vicious glare, but one that would certainly sear him inside out if it could.

Clearing his throat, he turned on his heel and looked back to Eloise. Clearly, some girls would be a nicer than others. "If fancy really isn't your thing, you might be in the wrong place," He pointed out, though his tone was lighthearted and joking in nature. "I'm gonna go peek around," He told her, walking slightly backwards towards the kitchen, body language inviting her to follow him if she wanted before her turned and walked normally. Rome wouldn't be offended if she declined, but he wouldn't deny the fact that he would be bored alone. Hell, anyone could come with. Entering the kitchen, he ran a hand over the smooth marble of the countertops and glanced out the window facing the backyard. There was a pool. His eyebrows rose slightly, realizing that the place wasn't actually half bad.

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Sadie Ann King​

Location: the house
Mood: calm
Interactions: Finn, all
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It pained Sadie to leave her home nestled in downtown L.A.. After all, the poor girl had worked so hard to get there. From the get go, Sadie put in her all. 110% effort, all the time. Perhaps she sacrificed her childhood for her career, but Sadie never cared. It was what she had always wanted.

Sadie had only moved to L.A. a year ago, completely bright eyed and bunny tailed to the magical world of big time acting. This would come to be the pinnacle of her career, the day she finally became the leading lady she always wanted to be. If only her ex-boyfriend Charlie hadn't sabotaged her career. Who knows where she would be know if he hadn't? Certainly not in a taxi cab on the way to the new shared house that she would have to call home. Perhaps this would be a good thing. After all, participant observation is a fantastic way to improve acting skills. That many artistic souls under one roof would be beneficial to help her improve as an actress.

Oh who is she kidding, this is probably going to suck.

Sadie slumps down in the back seat of the taxi, dropping her hands onto her lap. All of this work and for what? To live in a house with a bunch of other washed up wannabes like herself? When she told her mother all was going well out here in L.A., this is so not what she meant. Sadie looks over at her younger brother, Finn, sitting with his sketchbook in hand and headphones in. A pit of anxiety nestles deep within her stomach. Finn is so introverted, so quiet and kept to himself. The only thing he loves more than his art and modelling his the quiet. How would he handle this change, living in a house with a bunch of random strangers?

The taxi cab slides to a stop and Sadie taps Finn on the shoulder. He jumps slightly and removes his taped-together earbuds.

"We're here." Sadie says softly, giving him a reassuring smile. Without a word, Finn gets out of the taxi and goes to the trunk to remove the luggage while Sadie heads to the front to pay the driver. Moments later, the cab is peeling away from the curb and leaving the two siblings there alone. Sadie grabs her luggage and makes her way up the stairs. Standing before the large door, Sadie takes a deep breath, then pushes them open.

A lot of her housemates had already arrived and boy were there a lot of them. Sadie walks in enough for Finn to walk in behind her. Finn leaves with his stuff, obviously looking for his room, leaving Sadie in the entryway on her own. With a gentle grin, Sadie waves her hand in greetings.
"Hi, my name is Sadie." She greets, picking up her luggage by the handle and moving towards the crowd of people.

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Finn Wesley King​

Location: the house
Mood: anxious, quiet
Interactions: Sadie
Tags: n/a

With a final click of his camera, Finn finishes saying goodbye to the now empty condo that he and his sister used to call home. It was a place filled to the brim with fond memories, even though they had only lived there for a year. It was hard to say goodbye, but he knew that the move ahead was likely for the best. Once in the cab on the way to the house, Finn puts in his earbuds and pulls out his sketchbook and the one non-broken pencil that he could find. He pulled up the photo he took of the condo on his camera and began to sketch the scene. His hands remained working while his mind began to wander.

He knew Sadie would probably be fine. As fiery as his older sister is, she will more than likely be totally fine with the adjustment. He, however, already predicts an incoming problem. Finn is a crippling introvert, for lack of a better term. He much prefers the company of his art and modelling career to the company of other people. He was so used to living with no more than his parents and Sadie that he wasn't sure how someone as quiet as himself could possibly become accustomed to living in a space with so many others? On top of that, hiding his little... Problem with homosexuality would be increasingly difficult in a house filled to the brim with talented guys. What would they think of him if they ever found out he was gay? Even Sadie doesn't know and Finn would like to keep it that way.

The closer the cab gets to their destination, the more anxiety he feels bubbling within him. Was all of these risks he was taking for his modelling and photography career worth it? He wasn't entirely convinced.

After Sadie's announcement that they had arrived, Finn quietly goes to grab the suitcases from the trunk. The two head to the front door and step inside. Sadie opens her mouth to talk but Finn doesn't stick around to listen. He throws his bag over his shoulder and carries the other with his spare hand, heading off to find his room.

Once he did, Finn immediately began to unpack. He wasn't ready to face the others just yet. As soon as he comes across his camera, he decides to head back to the group and take some pictures of his new home. After all, his Instagram fans would like to know where he is now.

He attempts to avoid the group, sticking to the edges of the room. A small pot of flowers catches his eye and he heads over to take some photographs.

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[a z u l a]

Natasha

"Natasha." She introduced herself to the two boys who followed shortly after, not really into getting to know everyone now that blondie had already ruined her day. She could already tell he was just like Nick, willing to sleep with anything that had legs and uncaring about other's feelings. The same could be said for her now, since she'd left Nick she'd had plenty of one night stands, but the entire time they'd been dating she'd been nothing but loyal. There were way more guys than girls, which grated on her nerves a little bit since she knew they were probably all just like the first one, even if the brunet's accent was pretty cute.

It would be a miracle if she didn't get kicked out for punching one of her house mates. Just as soon as the boys had arrived a few girls piled in, the first two looking exactly like she'd imagined her roommates would. Blonde, pretty, soft. Everything she wasn't. She already didn't like them, they were much too excited to be here, and her distaste was confirmed as the first blonde started hitting on the blond guy from earlier. Pathetic.

The next blonde to arrive was much more her taste, smelling of cigarettes and dressed in mostly black. Perhaps she'd been wrong about all of her roommates being conceded idiots. Before she could appreciate her more, several more people piled into the living room and began introducing themselves. At least everyone seemed different, there was much more variety of people than she was expecting, meaning there was a chance she might get along with at least one person.

"That's my shoe. You can borrow them if you want." She offered, surprised at her sudden need to be nice. It was just a shoe after all, she wasn't a very materialistic person, who cared if she shared her shoes? But in truth Natasha was pretty lonely, and where was the harm in trying to make friends? The worst that could happen was that they wouldn't get along, and even if they did become friends she would never trust anyone the way she had foolishly trusted her old band. Lesson learned.

The brunette who'd spoken was rather pretty, and she was surprised to see her dragging a guitar case. "You play?" She asked, realizing it was a stupid question too late. Of course she played, unless it was just a decorative case with nothing in it. "I brought my baby with me too, we should play sometime." Whether she ended up liking her personality or not, Natasha was willing to play music with just about anyone. It was an art form that even a shitty personality couldn't ruin.

Suddenly a giant of a man was standing beside her, towering easily over a foot above her. Even if she was only 5'3 he was tall. She was a little taken aback by the friendly smile and energy coming from the dude who looked like he could crush her with his foot.

"I'm Natasha...it's nice to meet you?" She spoke, unsure of whether he was hitting on her or just really gay. Usually she would've had a snarky comeback for a guy hitting on her (like throwing a shoe), but she wasn't sure she wanted to piss him off just yet.​

Interacting: Rach KingofAesir Mentioned: Winona Soap Kipsy

Hunter

Luckily for Hunter, several people started to pile in to diffuse the tension between him and Natasha. Hopefully someone else would piss her off and she'd forget all about her sudden hatred for him. The first guy to walk in seemed nice enough, perhaps he could help him produce stuff, he loved having someone to bounce ideas off of. Before he could introduce himself, two very attractive blondes walked in and he felt his smile grow as he watched one of them start to stare at him.

A girl hitting on him before he could make a move was a first, and Hunter was a little taken aback at first. He'd never not known what to say to a girl before, and yet she'd rendered him speechless within moments of meeting him. The girls here were nothing like the ones he usually met, most didn't throw shoes at him or introduce themselves as his girlfriend. At least they were hot.

"I'm Hunter. I didn't realize the house came with a live in girlfriend." He joked, winking as he reached forward to take her hand and place a kiss on the back of it. Girls always swooned when he did that.

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[Kipsy]

Kyungsoo

Mood: Slowly Relaxing | Interacting with: Milos | Mentions: Winona

Kyungsoo couldn’t help the smile that spread his lips as Milos joked back with him. That was so much of a relief for him. Things were going well. All he had to do now was not mess up.

Easier said than done.

It was incredibly endearing how Milos’s accent would get stronger every once in a while. The accent itself was already likable enough as was. Kyungsoo really enjoyed listening to Milo talk.

“Oh, right,” Kyungsoo said, a bit embarrassed. He’d only introduced himself to Natasha and Minerva; it was silly of him to expect Milos to already know who he was. “I’m Kyungsoo Kyo. Songwriter and producer. A pleasure.” He paused, struggling a little to find the right words. “Where are you from?” That wasn’t… quite what he wanted to ask.

Kyungsoo grew up in South Korea. His parents were constantly tough on him. He needed the best grades, he needed to do afterschool activities, he needed to get into all the best schools. It was overwhelming. Perhaps that’s what made it so easy for him to give in to peer pressure. After all, it was a way of rebelling, of speaking out and being independent without worrying over homework.

In any case, he wound up basically disowned. He moved to LA, lived on his own for a while, before meeting Greg on the streets. It took a while for them to hit it off, but Greg had a way with words. Soon enough, Kyungsoo was sharing his lyrics and earned himself a job.

“What I meant is that I have an accent too. I moved here just a little while ago and I’m still not used to speaking so much English. My accent is embarrassing as hell. I can’t pronounce certain letters right.” He grinned. “Your accent is pretty nice, though, so don’t worry. I can tell you’re worrying, from one worrywart to another.”

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Zoë

Zoë raised a brow and looked towards him, surprised that he even attempted to continue conversation with her in the first place. Narrowing her eyes at him and cocking her head to one side. Why was he so optimistic? Hm. Don't pessimists live longer than optimists? She was counting on that. Maybe then she'd enjoy her peace and quiet without being told to make the best of things. Usually when she was told to make the 'best' of it. The situation usually sucked to begin with. "That's where you're wrong." Zoë moved from her spot and walked around the couch, plopping down on it instead of leaning. "We don't have to get anything about each-other." She shrugged. They were stuck in this place together whether they liked it or not. Doesn't mean they actually had to like each-other. Pulling her sleeves down so they hanged at the bottom of her hands. Zoë liked baggy sweaters, why? Does it matter? She liked them. Safe to say she liked them much more than the people here.

"Besides. The only good thing that could possibly come out of this is our careers. I'm sure everyone here came for their own sake. I highly doubt it's because some of us were lonely and just wanted attention from other people." Breaking eye-contact with Elisha and glancing towards everyone else, Noticing one of the boys that were hitting on the other blonde. Zoë rolled her eyes at his horrible attempts. Raising her hand to do a gagging gesture. It was purely humorous, even if the flirting was so terrible she was willing to throw up. Tapping her index finger with her thumb. It was a habit she had, something she did whenever she gets lost in her own thoughts. Zoë didn't like her thoughts very much. "We're just simply living in the same house. That doesn't mean we have to make small-talk asking if we're your roommates when we're obviously your roommates." Crossing her arms and looking up, her blue eyes caught his dark ones. "Nice to meet you though. Roommate." Offering the smallest grin his way.

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Ellie

Even though his words were in a joking manner, Ellie was really considering that maybe she was in the wrong place. Raising an eyebrow considering if she wanted to leave Ana, looking towards her and biting her lip. Hunter and Ana were being extremely friendly enough so, she shouldn't care. Following after Roman and copying his own antics, running her own hand along the marble she could only imagine had cost a fortune. Eh. Probably not. But let her think that it did. Wandering eyes took in the kitchen she was ready to try out soon enough. Her gaze landed on Roman. Maybe she'd even have some help? Turning her head towards where he was. "Huh. I don't think I've ever had a pool. I mean unless you count the lake that everyone went to whenever the heatwaves came around." Smiling as she reminisced for a second at the fun Ana and her used to have, Teddy was usually with them too. The thought alone made her smile fade. Shaking off the thoughts of their hurtful goodbye.

"So do you have a verdict?" Ellie asked, referring to the gorgeous home they'd be sharing for who knows how long. "Is this place... fancy enough for you?" Her smile returned, more than ready to get her thoughts off of home.

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[Winona]

Anastasia


Wow, what a gentleman. She'd never had a guy kiss the back of her hand before, and Anastasia was not able to keep a huge smile from coming to her face. "Wow, cute and a charmer." She said with a little smirk, withdrawing her hand from his. So yeah, she didn't exactly swoon over it like one might expect. It took a lot to make her swoon or... whatever.

"For you, babe, I would do anything." She joked about the whole girlfriend thing, and was just glad that he hadn't taken it weird or anything. And, well, as long as Anastasia was playing along with this and making these kinds of jokes... well, why stop there? She might as well go further, and then her eyes fell on a nearby camera that looked like it was still on. "Is that yours?" Ana asked, raising an eyebrow and only waiting a couple seconds before she picked it up.

Anastasia turned it on and checked to make sure that it was working, then turned the camera so that it could see her and gave a bright smile. "Hello, whoever might be stupid enough to watch this. I'm Anastasia," she said, and then walked over so that she was standing next to Hunter, and turned the camera so that it caught both of them. "And I'm obviously Hunter's new girlfriend." Of course she was joking, but that didn't mean anything. She then grabbed Hunter's shirt and rose up on her feet to press a kiss against his cheek, and then turned back to the camera. "Alright, bye!" And then clicked off the camera.

"Alright, well, this is boring." She said, and set the camera back down on the counter that she'd picked it up from. Anastasia then started to walk away, but turned around for a moment with a smile. "I'll see you later, hot stuff. I'm going to go see what other hot people are here, and see if there's a pool."

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Milos


This was going great, if Milos did say so himself. This other guy seemed to be just as mildly uncomfortable and out of place as he did, and that alone was enough for him to calm down and breathe easier. "Songwriter and producer? Ah, wow. Do you... do you do any singing?" As far as it came with anything musical, Milos was a lost cause. He sounded like a dying bird when he sang, he had no idea how to string words together, and dancing would probably result in the large guy breaking other people, or anything around him. It was amazing that he'd even been brought here, but luckily modeling didn't involve much moving.

Milos practically breathed out a loud sigh of relief with Kyungsoo noticed the accent, and pointed out his own. He chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I am from here, but my parents were immigrants. My father is from Russia, and my mother is from Mexico. I was homeschooled when I was very young, so I only talked to them and got this very weird accent." A hybrid between Russian and Mexican did leave one with a weird accent, and he sighed in relief when Kyungsoo mentioned not being able to pronounce certain letters. And here, Milos had thought he'd be alone.

"Yes! I do not get certain words, or phrases. Watermelon is impossible." Even as he said it now, it was easy to tell what he meant -- his voice stumbled over the word, turning the w into a v and accentuating the melon strangely. It was one of the many reasons he hated watermelons. That, and who ate fruit that had seeds in it?! Who wanted to eat fruit and have to spend half the time digging out giant black seeds. "Or when you cannot remember what something is called, so you start yelling it in a different language and no one understands." He realized he was rambling, and blushed, stopping what he was saying.

"Ah, sorry. I like your accent, as well. Where are you from?" He asked.

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[Dazzle]

Iris


Iris had gotten to the house a little earlier than everyone else, Greg had been kind enough to let her in, take a shower change. She only had her suitcase to her name ever since her boyfriend kicked her out. She had lived in LA for over a year, but still hadn't met anyone. She only knew her Ex, and slowly began to realize the toxic relationship she had been in. Greg was a god send as far as she was concerned.

Slowly but surely everyone started to pile into the house, her eyes lit up, there were so many people. Iris came downstairs to see everyone in the hallway, so many people were already mid conversation. She was surrounded by people for once, people to talk to, friends, boys, there were so many gorgeous people in one house. 'What could go wrong'. She walked up to one of the girls who hadn't been sucked into a conversation yet.

"Hi Sadie! I'm Iris" She bit her lip, before looking around at everyone surrounding them, it sure was a lot of people. "So..." She trailed off a bit before looking back at Sadie. "What are you here for?" She smiled brightly. "I play a bit of guitar and sing. But Greg suggested I try to get into modeling a bit.."

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Rowan


Rowan walked into the house with the most confidence he could muster, he was excited to be here but he wasn't too sure what to expect from the whole experience. He grew up in a house hold with a bunch of kids, so living with others wasn't really an issue. But Rowan was more concerned about others getting more attention and limelight time than him. He truly believed he was better than most actors on TV, let alone other kids that he had to bunk with. He rolled his eyes walking in, everyone thinks they're going to make it to the big time don't they. Really believing that most of the people he just walked by didn't have much of a chance making even on to Disney channel.

Rowan wandered over to a corner with a sad lonely boy in it, he didn't look like he would be an actor. Standing next to him for a moment before trying to start a conversation. "So, how many do you think are washed up talent here?" He raised his eyebrows smirking, obviously this wasn't the person he should be trying to joke around with. Rowan cleared his throat before trying again. "Uh.. I'm Rowan, but you can call me Ro." This probably wasn't the best person he should have tried to make friends with off the bat.

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[Kipsy]

Kyungsoo

Mood: Relaxed | Interacting with: Milos | Mentions: Winona

“Sing?” Kyungsoo repeated, eyes widening. “Hell no. I’ve been told I can, but I’m certain I just sound like a wounded horse.” The only cases where he’d be willing to sing was in the shower or to show off lyrics. He was too insecure to do anything more than that.

A chuckle escaped Kyungsoo’s lips at Milos’s pronunciation of ‘watermellon’. It was almost as bad as his own, and he couldn’t help but be put at ease by the conversation’s direction. This was nice, to be so comfortable while talking to someone, even if he was overthinking things a little too much. He hadn’t felt this way for some time now.

He waved his hand in the air, dismissing Milos’s apology. “No worries,” he assured. “I like listening to people ramble, as crazy as that sounds. Oh, but I’m from South Korea. I spent all my savings on a ticket to LA and now I’m here. Starting fresh, as they say.”

Kyungsoo was grateful Milos wasn’t judging him based off his unruly appearance and tattoos. Usually, people would stay away from him because he looked like a gangster. And, well, they’d be right to several months ago. But now? Now he wasn’t sure what he was. A rebellious guy who also loved order? Who wanted some friends that wouldn’t abuse his trust? How much more crazy can you get?

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[Maree]

Minevra Steel

Mood: Embarssed| Interacting with: Kyungsoo + Milos |Mentions: Kipsy Winona

"I guess that I can give you a pass and let you call me Minerva. But only you" Minnie replied, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she thought. He had said she could come up with a nickname for him. This was a great opportunity. But what kind of nickname would suit Kyungsoo? She was usually good at dishing out nicknames but he had her stumped. Growing up she had always been the one to dish out odd nicknames to her close friends or any friend really. They were usually created from bad inside jokes which came naturally. So coming up with a nickname on the spot was a bit of pressure. But she wasn't one to back down from a challenge. Which would probably be the death of her. Oh please let no one suggest playing Truth or Dare.



Her eyes scanned over his face again taking in the details before pausing on his eyes. They were a stunning light brown. Nothing like her dull dark brown almost black eyes. Although his eyes did remind her of something. "Bambi" she blurted out as soon as the thought came into her mind. Minerva then blushed as she realised she had been zoned out for some time while she was thinking. Another guy was talking to Kyungsoo now which caused her blush on her cheeks to darken further. She had just interrupted their conversation, hadn't she? Oops. "Oh god, I didn't mean to- That had quite bad timing. Sorry about that" she said flustered, letting some of her hair fall in front of her face.



"You're Milos, right? It's nice to meet you. Sorry again for interrupting you guys." God Minnie just wanted to crawl into a hole and die right then. She had a terrible habit of embarrassing herself. Sure she often came off initially as a kind of badass girl thanks to her motorbike. But boy oh boy was she far from it. If she was in her normal state of mind she might have checked Milos out because he was quite attractive. Then again all the boys in the room were extremely attractive. His accent was quite nice as well though she did like Kyungsoo's a bit more. That might have just been because she was slightly more bias towards him seeing as they were both Asain.

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[Soma Schicksal]

Giovanni Silvim

Location: The New Home| Interacting with: N/A| Mentions: Everyone

Giovanni wasn’t too sure about really leaving Berkeley but he already made an agreement with his new agent that he would move in with what he thought would be a few but he would be sadly mistaken when he got there. Wait let’s go back a second, saying agent was odd to the Streamer. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that it was so weird but it would definitely take some getting used to when discussing with anyone other than whoever was staying at the new modernized mansion with him. It already looked amazing in the pictures, he had never lived in a place so big and Gio already loved modern houses so that made this situation 10 times better.

The 20-year-old finally arrived in the LA area, it was a long drive making his way over from Berkeley, it was approximately 6 hours away, the time was shortened however by the speed he drove in his Silver and green Camero. It was something he always dreamed of buying and when he saved enough to buy the new vehicle he didn’t hesitate to spend his streaming money to buy it. Getting back on topic Giovanni got stuck in traffic, one of the many things he hated about Los Angeles aside from the mostly fake people and snobby females. That’s when he had something to think on, the agent never actually specified everyone that would be there but if there were others like him there were bound to be at least some cute girls that shared his interests. This was going to be like winning the dating lottery, a bunch of girls that had almost everything in common? That made dating someone way easier. His face drooped as he realized that other males would have to be there as well, he never took guys getting in his way of a female too well, it got him in a lot of fights in the past but he kinda grew past that since then.

Eventually, Gio pulled up to the mansion, it was a lot larger in person and a lot more unbelievable that he was even here…the nervousness rushed through his body, he was usually good around people but new people were different, especially those he would assume looked better than him and possibly had better talents. He sat in the car taking the time to calm himself down before grabbing all of his belongings and heading to the front door of the building, he almost knocked but decided against it opening the door and peeking inside only to be welcomed by a group of people cluttering the hallway. He gave a soft sigh, seems he would probably be late on getting a room huh? Noticing that wasn’t the case with everyone's belongings still around them the 20-year-old quickly rushed upstairs, he could introduce himself later, right now he needed to make sure all of his equipment would be set up and that he’d have one of the best rooms in the house. Giovanni struggled to get up the stairs but eventually made it continuing his journey down the hallway picking and choosing potentially fitting rooms for his set up.

That’s when he finally found the perfect room, he walked in and took a good look around. It had a balcony that gave a great view of the pool from above, peeerrrrfect for watching the girls he seen in the entrance, it would even make for good challenges his twitch chat had offered large amounts of money to do. He could envision himself definitely jumping off into the pool, it surely was deep enough. He Quickly began setting up his monitors and pc set-up followed by his game systems and in a separate corner not to far from his initial work area lied his instruments and production gear, something he was proud to have with him. Each instrument had a story and in those stories were what led to Gio becoming who he is today. After some…no after a large amount of time his set up was complete, lined up LED’s lighting up the back of his monitors contrasting with the Glow of Gio’s PC. Around the room had a few streaming merchandise along with his Music Production awards. He gave a bright smile to himself, he was simply proud of what he had accomplished and decided he would just relax for the moment, he could always talk to the others later, besides he wasn’t in the mood to be around other dudes right now who would obviously just be hitting on the girls they only just met.

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[Winona]

Milos


He chuckled along with Kyungsoo when he said he sounded like a wounded horse. "You and me both, buddy. We have so much in common. Funny accents, and we cannot sing." Milos's laugh only got louder when he mentioned it. "I am here to model, not sing. That is why I have this dazzling smile." And to prove his point, Milos gave said dazzling smile. Almost like that smolder nonsense from that movie with The Rock. Jumanji or whatever it was.

Before he could really comment about where Kyungsoo was from, some girl that he hadn't even really noticed before spoke up, and nearly knocked the socks off of Milos. Yes, Milos had been so into the conversation with Kyungsoo that he hadn't even noticed this girl, that now suggested to call him Bambi. He frowned, considering this new girl's words for a moment, and then nodded his head in agreement. "You do look like Bambi. Small, adorable, very breakable."

Milos then turned to this new girl, smiling sweetly at her. "Ah, do not feel bad for interrupting. Right now is all about meeting everyone, yes?" Meeting everyone, introducing themselves, and probably finding rooms and roommates, and then it dawned on Milos that he would need to find a roommate. Unless they were assigned? His thoughts instantly snapped to Kyungsoo, and he quietly prayed that he would be Milos's roommate. "Anyway, what is your name?"

Yes, Milos had missed when she was introducing herself to the others. He'd been too focused elsewhere, his gaze snapping around, while he tried to calm his nerves because nerves equaled accent and sometimes slipping into different languages, which always just made everything worse. Anyway, moral of the story, he hadn't been paying attention, and must have missed her name.

Maree Kipsy​

 

[Kipsy]

Kyungsoo

Mood: Embarrassed | Interacting with: Milos & Minerva | Mentions: Winona Maree

That dazzling smile was endearing. Kyungsoo covered his mouth with his hand and chuckled. When Minerva spoke back up, though, he stopped short.

“W-Wha..,” he stammered, turning to her with furrowed brows. His confusion only increased when Milos agreed. “The hell I do.” Had they all seen the same Bambi movie? Surely not. Kyungsoo was as far from ‘Bambi’ as one could possibly get. He pointed at his face and pursed his lips. “Does this really look like Bambi to you?”

Shaking his head, he focused back on Minerva. Milos had just asked her name, and, although Kyungsoo knew it, he figured she might get pissed at him if he spoke up for her. Besides, he was already flustered enough that he might slip up the pronunciation. So instead, he kept quiet, the tips of his ears tinted red from embarrassment.

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[KingofAesir]

Harvey

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Natasha. Harvey rocked back on his heels and nodded his head approvingly. There was a whole lot of good looking people here, there was a particular boy in the corner taking pictures of a flower pot that he would have to talk to later. Right now he was more interested in Natasha. Harvey figured he was being a little imposing and took a step back out of her personal space but the smile beaming on his face didn't falter. Just by the way this girl looked he could tell she would be popular in whatever she did. It was always good to have friends in high places so he might as well start now.

"A name that fits the girl." Harvey nodded barely taking a breath as he went right into his next words, "What do you do? I myself am a model." He chuckled a little, confidence practically radiating off the man, "I haven't really gotten any really big gigs so...here I am." Harvey cocked his head at Natasha as if he'd just come to a realization. His eyes scanned Natasha's outfit for the first time since he walked in

"You've got style. I wholeheartedly approve." Harvey said this like his approval even mattered, but he couldn't help but mention it.

a z u l a

Joel

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Joel's instagram was rather dull. At this point if was mostly just his fans from Nightmare wishing him luck in L.A. Joel was going to miss those people. There was very few who could say that Joel liked them, but Nightmare had been his home and now he had left it. Someone DMed him complaining about the new DJ they had hired and Joel felt his mood drop considerably. They had replaced him with some fresh faced nobody and he honestly felt a little disrespected. You couldn't very well replace someone like him with that, especially when the patrons were used to the best. His home was going to go into the gutter if they didn't get a better DJ. Maybe...no. No. He was already here and turning around bow would cost him more than leaving had.

Joel hadn't noticed that someone had come to stand next to him until the guy started talking. The green haired man almost jumped out of his skin at the sound, but managed to keep himself composed. The brunete guy tried to make a joke about washed up talent and Joel would admit that he smiled just the slightest amount. He was right. Joel's eyes scanned the crowd around him and he shook his head. So many overly confident aspirations. There was no doubt a few people with no chance in the business were in their presence. The man next to him pulled Joel's attention back to him by introducing himself.

"Joel." He said simply and turned his eyes back to the crowd. He was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time and when he realized Rowan was still there he figured he should attempt to be civil. Emphasis of attempt.

"My bet says half of them are gone by next week." Joel turned to Rowan his eyes squinting at him as if he was trying to appraise a artifact, "Call me JG. Picked that nickname up at my last DJing gig." His eyes reverted again, "What do you do?"

Dazzle​