* 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 / 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 !

It was finally the perfect weather and time to go up on the roof. He mostly came up here to be alone. Yeah, he had his apartment but being outside at night was his serenity, almost like a safe haven. Dante grabbed case of his favorite drink and placed his headphones around his neck and headed up to the roof. He did like where he lived but one of the negatives was he was never really able to see the sky clearly but he still enjoyed it nonetheless. As he opened the door to the roof he noticed someone standing there. He stopped in his tracks, usually no one was ever up here. Apart of him really wanted to tell them to leave, that this was his spot and they should go find their own but he decided against it - for now at least. Instead he began walking to the opposite side of the roof hoping the person would keep their distance. 

she’d 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 hadn’t 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 she’d been lounging around in and exited the apartment door. she wasn’t 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. “manhattan, please.” 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 she’d set on the stool beside her. “it’s yours if you want it,” she motioned to the seat as her drink was placed in front of her. she wasn’t one for small talk, but she also wasn’t one to occupy space which wasn’t hers. 

alimyon leaves her apartment, stepping into the open. she’s not going to be here for a long time, she just wants to take in some fresh air. when she notices the presence of another, however, she freezes. she has minimal makeup on, her hair isn’t styled, and she’s wearing simple clothes. she doesn’t want to say it, she doesn’t want to sound frivolous, but the words escape her mouth. “do i look good?” she asks. a giggle erupts from her; it’s a nervous one, though she doesn’t want them to know that. she doesn’t want to seem weird. “i just… haha, i hope i don’t look too bad. i’m not at my best right now.”

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 he’d 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 couldn’t figure out who was there . ‘ hello ? ‘ he mumbled, trying to block out the light. 

𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 : 𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇.

“ motherfucker – ” emilie’s hauling ass towards the elevator that’s rapidly closing. her sunglasses, wide and dramatic, already sit on the bridge of her nose, her giant bag nearly falling off her shoulder. she’s clearly running late, which isn’t an unusual situation for the woman to be in. she thinks she’s certainly going to be extra late now, with the elevator closing, but she’s pleased to see a foot stick out to stop the doors from shutting, opening once more for emilie to step through. she looks at her savior with a small and embarrassed smile, nodding her head at them. “ god, you’re a lifesaver. i would’ve been totally screwed if you didn’t catch that. ” she peers down at her phone, unable to believe her eyes. meeting cancelled.

              𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒  to allow slim digits to thread through dark locks, footsteps echoing through the hall - heels clicking lightly. the devil, does indeed, wear high heels. perhaps, however, because of the short stature. while barely being 5′2 was a wonderful thing for dancing… it was a nuisance to her everyday life. nothing about her lithe frame was intimidating so, her resting face ( which happened to make her seem everything but approachable ) made up for it. her steps slow, however, as a voice reaches her ears. kiara’s quiet for a moment longer, hues flickering around to find the source of the spoken words. ❝ did you say something ?? ❞ 

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗. 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖘.

“ well look what the motherfucking cat dragged in! ” tybalt’s already had plenty to drink – he’s got a cocktail in his hand as he stands to drape his arm across their shoulders, a wide grin crossing his features. “ you should’ve told me you were on your way! i would’ve ordered you something. ” he turns to the bartender and points to them. “ on my tab, capeesh? ” looking back at them, he grins once more. “ happy to see you. ”

elie couldn’t help herself. tiny feet pitter pattering to the elevator, she could hardly contain her excitement as there was a literal bounce in her step. she was just simply put, so excited. her second album had just come out, and it had went platinum in less than 24 hours, the label just calling her to confirm. her first album hadn’t taken off so well, but with the push to incorporate a little more pop into her sound, it had definitely taken off. ( just like she had when she’d gone to julliard , except no one really expected that much success ) but with elie, she considered each step towards putting out music a success. this was something she could never even dream of.

that was why, currently there was about a 5″4′ girl shaking excitedly as she pressed the button to go to her apartment and celebrate, although not thinking clearly she must have hit the wrong one because as soon as she stepped out to look, she had bumped into a taller than her person ( most people were taller than her anyways , ) and let out a yelp of surprise, “ oh ! sorry , sorry” she muttered, going to pick up her album in hand and look up. “my bad. how are you?”

OPEN  STARTER LOCATION:  (  hotel  pool,  floor  zero  )

       never  having  time  off  this  was  truly  a  rarity  for  the  femme,  being  able  to  take  a  moment  away  from  the  CHAOS  of  the  fashion  industry  &  take  time  to  herself.  usually  it  would  have  driven  off  of  playing  tennis  or  going  for  a  jog  but  the  CRASHING  waves  from  the  infinity  pool  was  simply  to  irresistible.  golden  frames  are  removed  from  dark  orbs  as  she  shifts  her  gaze  upward,  watching  the  other  that  had  began  to  TOWER  over  her.  “  look,  i  really  am  not  in  the  mood  for  this  right  now.  WHAT  IS  IT  ?  ”

gianna’s day had been consumed with meetings, rushed designs and frantic changes to a line that was set to launch the following week. she had been working on a swimwear piece that was to feature in a show following the fourth of july yet she felt like she hadn’t made any headway after seeing what others had to offer. she decided to leave the office however, her body carrying her towards a bar nearby. she often frequented the establishment, becoming a quick regular in her first year living at the rits. it was halfway between her building and the apartment complex, aiding in her borderline alcoholism. gianna pushed inside, adjusting her sundress as she spotted one of the only bar stools left open and slid on to occupy, her eyebrow raising as she leaned forward to the bartender. “hope that wasn’t taken… watermelon martini, thank you.” she mused as she slid her debit card across the bar top, turning to face the patron beside her. “4pm call for a blackout for you as well?” she asked in an amused tone.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧   :   open.  𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣   :   lounge , floor four.

𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚   ,   dominic’s   scrolling   through   his   instagram   feed   on   his   phone.      soft   SIGH   leaves   his   lips      ,      swiping   up   to  close   the   app   on   his   phone   and   set   it   down   next   to   him.      was   RARE   that   he   really   took   time   like   this   to   relax      ,      so   it   wasn’t   a   surprise   that   he   was   trying   to   find   something   to   entertain   himself   with   but  only   found   the  annoyance   of   social   media.      “   do   you   ever   just   like      ,      think   about   deleting   your   existence   from   social   media   and   disappearing      ?      sometimes   i  feel   like   i   could   ACTUALLY   do   it.      like   i   know   i   couldn’t      ,      but   sometimes      .      .      .      is   that   just   me      ?   ”