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The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

To be honest, my only goal in my posts is to make Rebel suffer.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Rebel

With a content sigh, Rebel scribbled along on her tablet, a barely audible tune hummed from her laptop's speakers. It wasn't hard to get back into the groove of her previous life living with her family. She was already shut in from the world, blinds closed and the bedroom was lit by her laptop screen.

Perfect.

Or at least it was for the quite short time at living in Maple 801-101. Up until the SCREAM of terror and possible of someone being violently murdered. Who knew? Rebel was very in the dark as to why someone thought it was okay to ruin her peace. Not to mention for her jump in fright, managing to throw her poor darling laptop at the opposite wall of her mattress. The battery popped out, as if also trying to escape from the cries of a probably dead person. That also meant that the art piece she worked on was closed out, much to the added horror of the onion.

I haven't saved since we were driving… Tears welled up at the thought of all her hard work being all for nothing. With a huff and sniffle, Rebel rose from her bed. Tears streaming still down her face as it looked like she wouldn't be getting any sleep anytime soon. And also the fear that this apartment building was filled with murderous fiends.

That being said, she figured maybe a bit of air would calm her down. And or allow the murderers to find her and end her suffering of art and deadlines. Either or, a gentle breeze could be felt when she opened the door to the balcony. The sight was rather nice, the town spread out, the landscape framing the scenery just nice. Just the way the fluffy clouds hung in the air, square and fluttering in the wind and-

Wait.

She reached over the railing, catching the supposed clouds, realizing they were paper. She flipped the page, and froze, becoming as solid and still as a victim of Medusa herself. The paper was covered in detailed anatomy sketches. Detailed in the sense there was no censorship and those under 18 shouldn't see such graphic images. And of course, there on the corner of the page was her own onion shaped watermark.

"What the…SHIT!" Rebel could only yell in alarm (although not on par with the previous shriek) as she noticed equally inappropriate doodles blew out of one of her open boxes filled to the brim with said pieces. She jumped and flailed, trying to fish for the papers from the breeze, but there was just too many and it seemed mother nature was a fan of smutty art. That being said, the tears came back and she retreated with a few papers clutched to her chest, shutting the door to save the last of her dignity and artwork.

She peeked through the blinds of her window as the physical manifestations of her shame were littered across the property for all eyes to see. The only bright side that made her cascading tears glisten would be that her actual name wasn't signed on the papery rainfall of obscenity.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Hey! I'm going to be at a con this weekend, just a heads up if I seem a bit too quiet. ^^

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

@Abillioncats This is all I imagine, lol.

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The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Rebel

The frazzled woman that was Rebel accepted the keys quite similar to a weary traveler of a desert may accept water: thankfully. "Sorrythankyou," Rebel muttered, jumbling her words together to lessen the time that shed have these poor people suffer at the sight of her shirtless brother dancing to yet another song. What year do they think it is? Rebel couldn't help but wonder with the bubbling irritation that broke through her chagrin. Although was distracted for a moment at the spectacle of the mention of aliens. It was rather odd for people to have animal parts, but Rebel just figured they were of the cosplayer variety.

She took her chance, waving to get her brothers' attention. The wannabe boy band halted their further embarrassment on Rebel's family name and quickly started picking up boxes and what not. Rebel would have helped, but the Bro-Trip™ squad had already made it a challenge as to see if they could carry everything in one trip. Nothing was broken that she could see, so she did her only job of finding her room and unlocking it.

Her first impression would be excitement despite the terrible first impression she must have made to the uncaring crowd of strangers she'll most likely barely know. This would be the first time she's lived on her own, her new life was full of possibilities. One being she wouldn't have to be awake during the daylight hours, usually having been woken up by her family of sun worshippers. Not to mention she was glad at the fair price of rent that's easily affordable on her starving artist salary. Things are really looking up!

The sound of her brothers' and their friends struggling to carry what seemed to be everything at once sounded through the door. Everything seemed to be accounted for. Her unpaid movers arranged the furniture with her small voiced instructions echoing in the emptiness of the apartment that began to be filled and look like home. Or rather like a college student's dorm. Her tube TV her dad found at a garage sale sat on the floor, her makeshift coffee table that was her old coloring table as a child (with the same crayoned scribbles), as well the pillowed top of a twin mattress (the box spring wouldn't fit in the trailer).

As soon as everything was arranged, packed boxes unpacked to double check she had everything, she highly suggested that her entourage ought to leave as their Bro-Trip™ was awaiting. But of course they couldn't leave before the family said goodbye. Or rather Rebel's siblings each putting her in a choke hold while sobbing how much they'd miss her. She couldn't wait for them to leave and give her a chance to miss them.

"Repollo, Aceituna," she chastised, longing to be alone and hoped using their nicknames would work, "we can always video chat, remember? I'll visit during holidays." This brightened up their mood, although they continued coddling their sister, practically dragging her back out into the open as she struggled like a cat being given a bath. music playing from their still running car. She almost wished someone stole their car so she wouldn't have to suffer this much.

Freed, albeit with much effort she barely had, she waved goodbye, the music temporarily turned down and all inhabitants of the car stuck their heads out. "Bye Cebolla!" They shouted to the heavens.

And that was when and where Rebel died inside, her soul could be seen escaping from her body as they revealed her ridiculous name to the world. How much she's hated the cruel and oddly specific family tradition of naming a child after food their mother craved during her pregnancy.

In a blur, she rushed past the group, despite none of them probably really paying attention and locked herself in the new home. The poor onion titled child was never to be seen again. At least for the time being if a fire didn't break out that day.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

@NarayanK I was curious as to what the layout of a room was?

Aside from that, I think it's really cool to see the different dynamics we have going on. I'm already looking forward to reading more. :3c

I'll also get a post up once I'm home!

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Rebel

Sixteen hours.

That was how long she sat in a cramped car with her brothers and their friends. Rebel was a fan of car rides, watching the scenes go by, and getting artistic inspiration from the different landscapes. She was up the whole night finishing the a few art pieces that were long overdue, and had hoped to finish more on the car ride to her new home. Maybe even throw in a quick nap in hopes of diluting the always present dark circles from her eyes. That of course wasn't the case.

Don't get her wrong, Rebel was more than grateful her two brothers volunteered to drive her and the trailer full of her furniture and other belongings. They were having one of their yearly Brotherly Roadtrip, or a Bro-Trips™, and just happen to drive through the small town where she decided to move to. As mentioned, their Bro-Trips™ included of course the two actual brothers as well two other friends. The one of many problems being they in a four seated car with five people. Another being how they went all out in creating the Bro-Trip™ atmosphere, which included:

• blasting loud music from their Bro-Trip™ Playlist
• singing/screaming said music (windows down so the world can listen)
• dancing to said music.

That being said, Rebel almost cried tears of joy when the falling apart hunk of metal that was her brothers' car pulled up to the apartment building. Of course, to her horror, what she assumed to be the other tenants were out front as they parked the car in front, still blasting their Bro-Trip™ Playlist. She pulled the hood of her hoodie over her face, hoping her loud group would distract the strangers from her face. Although Rebel realized they would remain as long as they helped her carry her things.

As her brothers, still dancing to the still blasting music, opened the back of the trailer to pull out her items from their travel supplies and gear, she grabbed her laptop bag, packing her drawing tablet back inside. Maybe I can finish that commission once I get settled, She thought, trying to distract herself from the thought of being the center of attention as her entourage continued their performance, most likely relishing in their new audience.

Rebel walked up to the group, quietly trying to avoid their gaze, her embarrassment painted red on her face and she wished for the power of invisibility. She noticed the sign about the keys, and spotted who she assumed to be the owner of the building sweeping. Or for all she knew could just be a tidy resident. Either way, she waited awkwardly for the others to receive their keys as to not be even ruder than her loud arrival. She didn't bother to interact with her new neighbors, but only managed to see what sort of shoes they wore, not willing to look up from the safety of her hood.

"I-I'm Rebel, hello," she muttered at a quiet audible level just above a whisper, pulling the draw strings of her hoodie as she watched her brother hop onto the roof of the car and toss his shirt off as he got into the new song playing.

I accept death.

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Oh gosh I'll get a post up in a moment. Glad to see this up and rolling so quickly!

EDIT:

Oops, i didn't mean to post when you did @Abillioncats we can say mine happened afterward ^^;

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

I can make a quick chatzy for us to discuss episodes ideas?

The lot just arriving sounds perfect! Also maybe Abigail can suspect someone being an alien. x3c

edit: I did just in case lol. us21.chatzy.com/58370210583903

The Maple Neighborhood [Comedy / Episodic Slice-of-Life]

Rebel Cebolla Valerosa

Appearance

Name: Rebel Cebolla Valerosa

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Occupation: Digital artist/animator - mostly consists of doing art commissions online, usually relating to those weird fandoms and animating videos for said groups. Sorta well known online for her art (if not a bit famous), being sponsored by some companies and even helps design characters in a popular cartoon.

Personality: Being an anxiety-driven girl, it's almost ironic she chose a rather stress inducing job that deals with people, one of her many, many fears. Although it's sort of suiting as her anxiety pushes her to do her best while usually overwhelmed to the point of crying and panic.

Rebel, despite her name, doesn't like to stand out in any shape or form, keeping to herself at all times. Surprisingly enough, she's rather timid, disliking face-to-face contact with others. Paired with being sensitive, catch the poor onion tearing up either seeing an article about a puppy, during the epic part of a movie, or even if a cute girl talks to her. A soothing cup of peach tea along with her favorite music (always as a low ten percent volume) would best calm her down.

However, online she takes on a different persona, taking on the role as a sort of "senpai" to many who know of her work. Be it giving advice to young fans on art or even personal matters, she's quite popular. This can also be stressful in its own way, as she's usually nervous about saying the wrong thing and often overthinking everything. This does make her persona look too cool to answer her fans right away, though. Sometimes she accidentally lets this persona slip, usually when she hears a reference to one of the obscure shows she's a fan of.

Background: Being a rather sickly child, Rebel always stayed inside, being home schooled and never really going outside much. Growing up a quiet child in a rather loud family, it was a nice change to move into a calm and quiet neighborhood such as Maple 801-101, at least she hopes it'll be.

Rebel's also a huge fan of that delivering company that has the drones delivers almost everything she needs, from groceries to anime collectibles. Her goal in life is to never leave her home and remain an enigma.

Room Number: 4