starter: open
location: rits apartments, rooftop pool.
laid on a sun lounger , beer in his right hand and a cigarette in his left , calvin was set to enjoy his day . the sun was shining and heâd already smoked a couple of joints to get him into his state of ultra-relaxation , there was nothing that could ruin his day. . that was , until a figure was suddenly stood before him , blocking his sunlight . a deep breath , he used the hand with his cigarette to lift his glasses but with the light behind the figure , he couldnât figure out who was there . â hello ? â he mumbled, trying to block out the light.Â
angel was currently cursing herself for approaching calvin in the first place, but it was way too late for that now. all sheâd wanted to do was say hi to an unfamiliar face but that face was looking more perturbed by the second. âoh, hi. wait,â angel paused, squinting slightly to take a closer look at him. âyouâre calvin, right? i follow you on instagram. iâm angel, but you probably have no clue who i am, right?â
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sheâd spent the majority of the rainy summer day staring out the floor to ceiling window, the glass cast aside to let the turbulent airflow through her apartment and to let the cigarette smoke swirl out into the atmosphere. it was eerily quiet in her apartment, her baby grand taunting her from its position in the corner of the room. work hadnât been distracting her appropriately. it took a while of her soaking in melancholy before she pulled a golden velvet duster over the short white slip dress sheâd been lounging around in and exited the apartment door. she wasnât going far, just to the lobby-esque bar adjacent to the Rits. as always, regulars mingled about as she perched on the bar stool furthest from the door. âmanhattan, please.â she murmured to the bartender as she noticed the seats filling up. hayden paused for a moment before she reached for the vintage chanel purse sheâd set on the stool beside her. âitâs yours if you want it,â she motioned to the seat as her drink was placed in front of her. she wasnât one for small talk, but she also wasnât one to occupy space which wasnât hers.Â
the last thing angel wanted to do this evening was leave her apartment. sheâd been so close to finishing a song sheâd been working on for weeks but when your producer calls and asks to meet you at a bar, how do you say no? tapping her fingers on the bar and looking as if she sincerely doesnât belong anywhere within ten feet of a place like this, angel perused the bar menu. she hadnât really taken any notice of the people either side of her, or at least she hadnât until she heard a woman speaking directly to her.Â
âmine?â angel stuttered, eyes widening as it dawned on her that the voice was truly directed at her. her cheeks flushed lightly as she realised how apparent it was she was out of place here. âthanks, iâm just waiting for someone,â she trailed off, looking behind her. âbut it looks as if theyâre going to be late anyway so, sure. thanks, thanks! what are you drinking? it looks fancy.â
maia mitchell,  cisfemale  ,  she/her.   ââ  if you hang outside of the rits for long enough , you might catch angelica âangelâ reynolds leaving.  you know , the twenty-four year old recording artist  ?  i hear theyâre in apartment 57B and have lived here at the rits for three years. tenants seem to deem them as ritsâ resident quixotic, seems pretty fitting to me.
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B I O
angelica (or angel, as she prefers to be called) reynolds was the only child born to two successful doctors who had hopes she would follow in the same path
although she tried and was well educated and intelligent enough to do so, her eyes have always been elsewhere
having to play violin for her whole childhood is what eventually lead her to music and writing her own
despite it not being what her parents wanted, they begrudgingly allowed her to pursue her interests in new york
P E R S O N A L I T Y
a chronic people-pleaser, angel has always done what other people ask from her and will do whatever it takes to be liked by someone
sheâs clumsy and messy, always putting her own needs last if it meant she could prioritise someone else
good-hearted but often finds herself in tricky situations due to being led astray
passionate about her work to the point of insanity sometimes, spending days without sleep just to get the right melody
 W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S
bad influence - someone who either uses angel or purposefully leads her astray, but sheâs desperate to please
floor mates - people she sees regularly enough to consider an acquaintance and would probably love to know more about
elevator crush - the only time they ever meet is when theyâre in the elevator and although angel finds them cute, sheâs yet to pluck up the courage to speak to them
recent ex on good/bad terms - whether they decided to just be friends or it ended in flames, angelâs still a little torn up about it
party friends - when she finally decides to let loose, angel can be a little bit of a loose cannon and these two often stir up trouble together
confidant - angel and this person rely on each other for a shoulder to cry on at 2am or a hand to hold when theyâre scared
friends with benefits - a complicated relationship where angel probably tries too much but she means well, it can either be toxic or sweet
and iâm open to brainstorming other plots as well, just let me know!!
