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☆Summers In Sympathy☆

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As soon as Aulora's roommate tried to scoot past her and into the bathroom, Aulora quickly took a few steps over in order to block her path. "I call bullshit," the young woman said after hearing Kejirah's reasoning behind needing to use the bathroom first. "Maybe you should've handled your business before you decided to wake us all up." While Aulora's tone was serious, it was quite evident by her facial expression that she was just messing with the younger woman. She didn't get the chance to hear what else the girl had to say, though, because as soon as those words had left Aulora's mouth, Didi Sabello came strolling from her own bedroom, a towel thrown across her shoulder and a smug look plastered on her face.

"I've been awake the whole night so, technically, I was up first," the young woman said as she strolled towards the bathroom without a care in the world, "Hence I get the honors of using the showers." At that point, Aulora didn't even bother trying to argue with the woman; she simply rolled her eyes, let out a deep breath, and headed back to her bedroom. She figured that since she wouldn't get the amount of time she needed in the bathroom, she may as well attempt to fix her hair and makeup in the small mirror that she had mounted on her wall. It wouldn't be her best work, but after all, they were only going on a Starbucks run.

Thirty minutes later, Aulora was all primped and ready to go; her hair had been freshly flat ironed and her makeup was as decent as she could get it to look within the time frame she was given. The young woman came strolling into the living room right as Damien began to declare just how much he hated "everyone" in the house. Aulora flashed a quick smile at the boy right as he listed off her name as one of the many exceptions. "Love you too, dude." Then, Aria brought up the driving situation, and Aulora was the first to offer up a quick response. "I call shotgun... in the vehicle of whoever decides to drive," the young woman said as she grabbed her jacket from the rack, "I'd offer to drive myself, but you all know how that would go."

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

Kyla Jones

_{{“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.”}}

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Name:

» Makyla Marie Jones

» Kyla
» Ky

Age:

» 22 years old

Gender:

» Cis Female

Occupation:

» YouTube Personality
» Fashion Student

Sexual/Romantic Orientation:

» Bisexual

Time of occupancy in Redwoods:

» 3 months

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Appearance:

» Kyla is a beautiful young woman of African-American and Irish descent. She has a slim, statuesque build and seemingly flawless, warm, caramel-colored skin. Dark, thick locks of hair cascade down her back and curls around her youthful face. She has a prominent nose and full lips that always look poised to speak something important, but her most compelling features are her piercing brown eyes that can change from affection to aversion in an instant without notice. Weighing in at a little over one hundred sixty pounds (thanks to a consistent workout routine) and standing at five feet, ten inches tall in flats with all the grace and poise of a queen, Kyla probably could have been a model if she had wanted to venture into that profession. She carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides, and her head held high. Due to this and her love of high heels, she often looks taller than she really is. The young woman also has a total of five tattoos; three cover her entire forearm, and the other two are on her thighs.

When it comes to her fashion sense, it's no surprise that Kyla always dresses to impress and loves making statements and setting trends. Her style can best be lumped in with urban-chic or street wear fashion. She has a talent for putting an interesting twist on what she wears, mixing high-end and low-end effortlessly. She does love striking makeup, though only when she wants to make a scene; her everyday glam consists of nude and brown shades of eye shadow, lipstick, and blush; she makes sure not to cover her freckles when applying makeup. As far as jewelry goes, Kyla is always iced out. With her flashy necklaces, rings, and bracelets, she can make the most basic and minimalist outfits look like they belong in a fashion editorial.

Personality:

Confident ♦ Brutally Honest ♦ Charismatic ♦ Careless ♦ Free-Spirited ♦ Non-Committal ♦ Comical

» Ever since the day she was born, Makyla Jones has been an adventurous free-spirit, something that she without a doubt inherited from her mom; Kyla's mother was the epitome of a free-spirit. She was child of the 60's and 70's; she made her own clothes, dated men on her own terms, always spoke her mind and had a mess of thick, Italian-American hair, which she never wanted to tame. Kyla vividly remembers going through puberty and her mother telling her that she didn’t have to shave her legs or wear a bra if she didn’t want to. She was taught that makeup, clothing and all other objects of vanity should be tools to make her happy, not anyone else. She was shown that women can too be bold and adventurous. Kyla took her mother's advice to heart over the years, so it’s no surprise that she ended up being a free spirit herself. For as long as anyone can remember, Kyla has also proven herself to be a calm, cool, and collected individual. Kyla is very laid-back; she doesn't stress over little things, simply preferring to take them in stride.

If you were to ask one of her close friends to describe the young woman, the first few words that would come spilling out of their mouths would be something along the lines of "sarcastic," "brutally honest," or "quick-witted." In her community, Kyla is known for her ability to come up with hilarious jokes or comebacks on the spot; this can easily be seen in one of her earlier YouTube videos where she hosted a "roast session" with a couple of boys from the local middle and high schools. Another positive trait that Kyla possesses is her personality or charisma; this, paired with her natural ability to make others laugh, was what initially drew people to her videos.

Unfortunately, while Kyla does have many great, positive attributes, she also has a few that she needs to work on improving or getting rid of altogether, the main one being her brutal honesty. While this can be fun to use in her videos, it also tends to put a burden on her long and short-term relationships. Kyla always speaks what's on her mind, and doesn't always stop to think about how what she says will affect the feelings of others. When this is paired with her sarcastic nature, it is easy for Kyla to hurt the feelings of those she cares about. Another negative aspect of Kyla is that she is very non-committal; unlike most of her peers, Venus prefers not to be tied down to just one man or woman. Although she is very upfront with this, she has unfortunately broken her fair share of hearts.

Habits:

» One habit that Kyla desperately wishes to get rid of is her strong case of Resting Bitch Face; despite her genuine, friendly nature, the young woman often "scares" or intimidates those who don't know her too well with her mean mug. Another habit that she is working on would be her unconscious tendency to use foul language or profanity when engaged in regular conversation. Like her mother, Kyla has the mouth of a sailor; when paired with her careless and uninhibited nature, this can definitely be a recipe for disaster in certain situations. Kyla is also a bit of a cleanliness freak; when she isn't working or doing something related to school, she can often be found straightening things around her room or apartment. She also takes two, and sometimes even three, showers a day: one in the morning, and one before bed. A habit that may also annoy some of her neighbors would be how late she stays up every night; thanks to her busy schedule, Kyla will keep her lights burning until at least two o'clock in the morning.

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Background:

» Makyla Jones spent the first fifteen years of her life in a sketchy neighborhood in the Brooklyn borough of New York City. She was raised by a single mother named Beatrice who worked as a high school art teacher; she didn't bring in much money, but she made just enough to afford them a two-bedroom apartment and keep food on the table. Since Kyla's father was an anonymous sperm donor and her mother rarely brought men home, she never had a father figure around the house; not that she needed one. Kyla always believed that all she ever needed in this world was her mother, therefore she never tried to find out more about who her father was or why he'd gone to lengths such as helping impregnate random women for a couple hundred bucks.

When Kyla was sixteen years old, her mother decided that it was time for a change; Beatrice packed up all of their belongings and moved the small family to New Orleans, Louisiana, where she would soon obtain a new position as an elementary school art teacher and place her daughter into one of the local high schools to finish her secondary schooling. It was around this time that Kyla began to realize just how easy it was for her to make other people laugh. Not only would she participate in the group roast sessions that would go down during lunch, but she'd also eventually begin to record these sessions. By the end of Junior year, Kyla had accepted the challenge of becoming one of YouTube's hottest personalities; she begged her mother to buy her a better camera, and eventually began to branch out into many different categories and topics for her videos.

Makyla graduated from high school with a solid B average and a heart set on being a fashion designer. Lucky for she and her mother, the young woman was accepted into a University not too far away from home where she could further her education. It wasn't until after Kyla's 22nd birthday that she decided it was time for her to move out of her mother's place; Redwood Apartments was not only her best option for financial reasons, but also for commuting purposes. Since she doesn't drive, Kyla figured it would be smart to live close to her college campus; in other words, it wouldn't cost much to take a Lyft to and from her few destinations.

Extra:

» Kyla never learned how to drive; she's always been so used to just taking the subway or catching a cab.
» She has a black cat named Jupiter and believes that he brings her good luck.
» There are at least ten dream catchers hanging around her apartment
» She only films videos between the times of 1 and 4 in the afternoon.

Relations

_{{“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.”}}

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Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 2A
» Pᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ Tʜᴏᴍᴘꜱᴏɴ

"Pepper has lived in this apartment complex for as long as I have, and in these long three months, I have never heard her utter a single word. Whenever I see her, she's either on her way to work or she has her nose buried deep in some book. Now, don't get me wrong; she seems like a very sweet girl. I just don't think that we'll ever be super close friends since I'm a lot more more outgoing, extroverted, and... chatty than she tends to be."

» ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴏᴛᴛᴇ ᴀɴɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ

"It's really unusual for someone as charismatic as I am to not be able to find the right words at any given time, but whenever I'm around Charlotte, I never know what to say out of my mouth. When I look at Charlotte Thorne, I don't just see a beautiful woman with a background in modelling and a successful fashion design career. I see the person that I want to be someday in the future. In the end, I always just end up avoiding her completely to avoid embarrassing myself."

Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 2B
» xᴀᴠɪᴜs ᴡᴏᴏᴅsᴏɴ

"..."

» ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴜᴇᴛᴛ

"..."

» ᴍᴀʀɢᴀʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴɴᴇ ᴍᴄʙʀᴀᴅʏ

"..."

Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 3A
» Mᴏʀɪᴛᴢ Gᴀɴɢ

"I first started talking to Ritz a few months ago; we had a photography class together down at the University, which eventually led to us finding out that we live in the same building. We just clicked really well together since there are a lot of similarities between the two of us. I can always count on him, whether it be to give me his candid opinion on whatever fashion trend I'm trying to develop or to show up and show out when I feel like getting drunk off my ass and going on silly adventures around town. Overall he's a really fun person to hang around and I'm truly thankful to have a friend like him."

» ғᴇʟɪx ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋs

"...."

Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 3B
» Jᴜɴʜᴏᴇ Pᴀʀᴋ

"..."

» ɴᴀᴅɪᴀ ᴏᴄᴀᴍᴘᴏ

"..."

Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 3D
» ʀᴏᴡᴀɴ ᴀʟᴄᴀᴇᴜs

"..."

» ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴇ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ᴅᴜᴘᴏɴᴛ

"I haven't really gotten much of an opportunity to speak to Claire, yet. I mean, after all, she has only been here for like a week. The most I've done is smile at her whenever I see her in the hallway. Nevertheless, I do think she's a very pretty girl; her style is... interesting, to say the very least."

Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 4A
» ᴄʜʀɪs ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛᴛ

"..."

» ʀᴏxʏ sᴛᴀʀᴋ

"I'm not quite sure who this is. Perhaps she's one of the women who's currently in the process of moving her things in? If that's the case, I hope she enjoys her stay at Redwood Apartments and grows to love this town as much as I have."

Aᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ 4B
» ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴡᴇʟʟ

"..."

» ᴘᴇɴᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ ʙᴀʟᴠᴏʀɴ

"..."

Redwood Apartments, Silvervale, LA

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Redwood Apartments [CLOSED]

@rougeLily It's all good, girl! Personal matters come first. I'm also using Aulora in another RP, so I'll have to create a new character, but I'll definitely be sticking around.

Word association Game!

Continent

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

<sub>Don't Touch My Hair

Location: King's Academy
Interacting with: Julie MacMillan, Aurelio Astor</sub>

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"Oh, good morning, Chanel! Your hair looks so pretty today."

Something told Chanel Martin to jerk her head away as soon as she heard those few words come from the seat behind her; she ended up doing so as a learned reflex. The young woman quickly turned around in her seat to spot the hand of none other than Amelia Bradshaw suspended in mid-air, her fingers poised to curl around a thick lock of Chanel's hair. The two stared at each other for a brief moment as a million negative thoughts began to race through Chanel's mind; in the end, however, she simply offered Amelia a fake smile and a slight tilt of her head. "Thanks, girl. You already know how I like to do."

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for Chanel, especially given her tendency to wear some of the most unconventional wigs she could find; she was used to the stares she'd earn from across the room, the questions she'd receive from those bold enough to ask, and the unwarranted hair-touching she'd have to endure with a phony smile plastered on her face so that she wouldn't be seen as antagonistic. Today, Chanel had worn one of her brand new, platinum blonde wigs, and while it wasn't as outlandish as most of her others, this one did somehow manage to greatly complement her skin complexion and makeup for the day. And although she did wholeheartedly agree with Amelia's original statement, that did not make it okay for her to run her bony little fingers through Chanel's handiwork. "What makes you think you can just touch my hair without asking?" Chanel wanted so badly to say to the girl. "Bitch, does this look like a petting zoo to you?" But instead, Chanel just settled back into her seat and waited for the first bell to ring; she decided that she'd rather not start off her day on a negative note.

It was when Chanel's homeroom teacher finally arrived that she was notified that her presence was requested at the auditorium for an emergency assembly along with the rest of her classmates. Without hesitation, Chanel rose from her seat, grabbed her purse, and made a beeline for the auditorium. As usual, Chanel chose an empty seat near the front of the room and left two open seats on either side of her, one for Julie and one for April. Julie was the first to arrive at her seat next to Chanel; the young woman offered her best friend a small smile as she plopped down. Shortly after that, Mrs. Chamberlain began her spiel about what went down at homecoming. Chanel tuned out most of what their principal was saying; in fact, she didn't even bother to look up from her cell phone until the old lady mentioned something about cancelling prom.

“Who cares?” Julie whispered in Chanel's ear as the crowd of Seniors began to erupt in protest, but Chanel certainly didn't share the same sentiment. While homecoming may have been a bit of a disaster, Chanel was determined to have the time of her life at her first and last prom. She'd been looking forward to the challenge of creating a dress suitable enough for the occasion, as well as the opportunity to max out her uncle's credit card on accessories, expensive dinners, and maybe even a limousine. Oh, and don't get her started on the idea of being part of the royal court, let alone being crowned Prom Queen. There was no way in Hell that she was gonna let Chamberlain ruin her chances of earning her crown.

After a little more rambling, the principal finally announced who had been voted as Homecoming King and Queen; while Chanel was slightly disappointed that it wasn't her name that had been called, she was truly happy for her best friend. After giving the redhead a slight nudge in the back, Chanel watched with a bright smile as Julie made her way to the stage with Santiago; as the photographer took his pictures, Chanel did the same on her own cell phone. The young woman was too busy typing out a caption for her Snapchat story to even notice what was going on with Santiago as he stood on the stage; this was why she simply flashed Julie a confused expression when the girl returned to her original seat and uttered a few more words under her breath. “I have something huge," she'd told her, "April is going to flip!” But before Chanel could ask any further questions, Principal Chamberlain began to speak once more, and for the next three hours, Chanel would try her hardest to stay awake while idly listening to those three long, graphic lectures.

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Chanel left the auditorium, like everyone else, with a small plastic bag full of condoms and lube; the young woman simply shoved them in the bottom of her purse as she began to make her way towards the cafeteria. Somewhere along the way she lost sight of Julie, so Chanel just decided to grab her lunch and find her at their spot afterwards. As usual, the school lunch looked pretty unappetizing; Chanel mentally scolded herself as she forked out a few dollars in exchange for the limp french fries and turkey burger. "God, even McDonald's would've tasted better than this shit," Chanel muttered to herself after tossing one of the cold fries into her mouth, "Do they not believe in using salt?"

Soon, Chanel was exiting the cafeteria and heading to the trinity table in the courtyard. It was when she finally glanced up from her cell phone that she saw a familiar looking boy sitting at their table; Julie stood next to him, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. It wasn't until after Chanel drew a bit closer that she finally realized who the boy was. "Am I finally starting to lose my fucking mind?" Chanel said all of a sudden as she placed her tray down on the table next to the large boy. "I've got to be going crazy, because there's no fucking way... Reli?"

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