Manzanilla

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

R H Y S P A R K
R H Y S P A R K

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L I L I A N A V I L L A H E R M O S A
L I L I A N A V I L L A H E R M O S A

_{M E N T I O N S / I N T E R A C T I O N S :
@WolfLover@Days@Sailorsadie}

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Rhys grinned as soon as the door opened. “Jasmine, so glad to see you’re already here.” he stepped inside and made a beeline to the first empty surface he saw. “I got it, I have to get my daily arm workout, right?” That was a lie, Rhys did not work out on the daily. In fact, he barely did so. Only when Liliana dragged him out of bed in the mornings to the gym, her pilates class, did he work out. In all honestly, he had been blessed with the metabolism of the gods. Which he was grateful for, with all the sitting he did trying to rack his brain for any idea worth writing for.

“You’re just weak.” He heard his roommate whisper a tease as she walked past him and offered Jasmine his bag of soju.

Rhys rolled his eyes at Liliana, shimming his arms to remove any tension. He let Liliana wander around the apartment as he shot Christian a grin, “Hey man, thank you for hosting for tonight. The whole floor has been smelling so good since the morning, I can’t wait to eat finally. Practically starved myself the whole day.”

On the other side of the table, Liliana greeted Sadie, a fellow party connoisseur, and her roommate Ember. Rhys had talked about Ember before, about how she had practically run him over with her bike and then… Lili didn’t remember much of what Rhys had said after that. She had been too focused on figuring out how someone practically ran someone over without them actually running them over. No matter how hard she tried, she could not picture it. A hovering bike, maybe?

“Call me Liliana or Lili,” Liliana’s default smile surfaced, “Angel is my stage name, but you can call me that too.” She shrugged; she’d never been picky about what others called her anyway. “I’m getting something to drink; I’ll see you around.” She smiled again at Ember and Sadie before leaving for the bar.

Once at the makeshift bar that was one of Christian’s countertops, she poured some of the set-aside orange juice and tequila into the classic red cups. Well, more like poured an essence of orange juice into the cup of tequila. She had to take advantage of the empty stomach before digging into that delicious mouth-water food.

“Fuck, I’m so hungry.”

New song reference time

_{I'm not your bestie, not your sis (eww)
I'm not the one, I am that bitch
It's slow for these hoes
I got 'em mad, they so dramatic
Want my spot but they can't have it
This smoke for free though}

Post a random fact about yourself.

I am jealous of the people that can exist so easily.

What Are You Listening To?

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

L I L I A N A V I L L A H E R M O S A
L I L I A N A V I L L A H E R M O S A

A P T . 6 - B
A P T . 6 - B

_{M E N T I O N S / I N T E R A C T I O N S :
Rhys}

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Liliana had gone far and beyond to prepare her the guacamole for today’s Thanksgiving potluck. Three days ago, she had spent an hour traveling by bus in Los Angeles’s godawful public transportation to Placita Olvera to find a molcajete big enough to fit enough guacamole for the whole group. She had also carried that thing for another back to her apartment, and by the end of the trip, she had decided she’d done enough arm workouts for that week.

After seasoning the molcajeta correctly to ensure optimum flavor and authenticity, she got right to work. Grinding and mashing the avocado, adding the fresh cilantro, onions, lime, tomatoes– and of course, the three chiles. Three poblano peppers, five serranos, and four jalapenos. The perfect appetizer with the right amount of kick. She hoped, at least.

She’d never admit it, but she was equally excited and nervous about today, like a little girl on her first day of school. It’d be her first holiday with this many people and people she barely knew. They’d probably only invited her out of courtesy, but still, it might be fun. She had to try at least, and the first step was her guacamole. Everyone liked guacamole, right?

“Lili, are you almost done?” Rhys walked into the kitchen, holding a grocery bag with his own offering for the potluck. Soju, for those not keen on the taste of hard liquor.

“Almost,” Liliana replied, far too concentrated on ensuring all the chips were evenly aligned and spread out around the rim of the molcajete.

“You know it doesn’t–”

Liliana raised a finger to him, shushing him instantly. “If I don’t do it, it will bother me. If it bothers me, I will be upset. If I am upset, I will mope around and ruin today. I don’t want to ruin today.”

Rhys blinked, arched an eyebrow, and did not attempt to argue with her. It was hard to get something out or change it when she got something in her head. He supposed it was just a Liliana thing he did not understand and had learned not to question her method of thinking.

“Fine, but please do hurry. You still have to change.” Rhys placed the bag on the counter, the green soju bottles clinking lightly. She was still wearing the same pair of sweats and a tank top from yesterday.

“I’m going like this.” Liliana looked up from the tortilla chips to stare at Rhys with the most serious face she could muster. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, she snorted, “It’s a joke. I’ll change.” And with that, she returned to decorating the guacamole with the chips.

R H Y S P A R K
R H Y S P A R K

A P T . 6 - B
A P T . 6 - B

_{M E N T I O N S / I N T E R A C T I O N S :
Lili}

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The pair arrived at Christian’s apartment twenty minutes late since they had to wait for him to get his hair to fall just the right way. Lili had changed her sweats for an orange silk dress with a low back to showcase the tattoos on her back. Rhys had convinced her to wear black kitten heels and her hair tied back, which he was sure she would let loose as soon as he wasn’t looking.

Rhys, on the other hand, wore dark brown plaid trousers, a black turtle neck(rolled up for maximum hotness), and his trusty black Docs. His hair, which had taken him twenty minutes to style, fell to the left of his face instead the right. Special occasions always called for the left!

Next to him, Liliana pulled at the hem of her dress and grimaced when it didn’t stay put. Rhys rolled his eyes, gently nudging her with his foot. “You look hot; you’re gonna be the best dressed in there,”

“Thanks, and you look… like a professor.”

Rhys pouted at her reply.

“A hot professor,” Liliana offered him a grin, which he took and returned one of his own. Rhys had to take her compliments, knowing the woman wasn't the best at them. Besides, he was usually going for the "young hot professor" look whenever he could.

“Knock for me? Got my hands full over here.” Rhys looked down at the large molcajete.

“Right.” Lili took a deep breath, and Rhys watched her slip up a smiling mask on her face and knock on the door twice.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I've been struggling for two days now trying to print photos with the new Ventura update for Apple. It is shiiiiiiiiiit. I am about to pull my hair out and eat my weight in edibles.

New song reference time

_{Pero si alguien me pregunta si te quise
Nada más sabre decir que te adoré
No hace falta interpretar mis cicatrices
Mi silencio explica tal cual como fué}

What Are You Listening To?

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

He's too hot to resist!

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Rhys Park

"_{It ain't the letting go, it's more about the things that you take with}"

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______________________________________ N A M E : Rhys Seo-Jun Park G E N D E R : cis Male A G E / D O B : 27, August 12 S E X U A L I T Y : Bisexual || Single P L A C E O F B I R T H : Los Angeles, California E M P L O Y M E N T : Writer || Part-time Barista A P P E A R A N C E D E T A I L S : H E I G H T : 5'11 W E I G H T : 182 H A I R : Brown-ish E Y E S : Black S K I N T O N E : Fair M O D S : N/A S T Y L E : Casual, Grandpa Inspired, Vintage, Dark Academia P E R S O N A L I T Y : Stubborn ☾ Adventurous ☾ Resourceful ☾ Kind ☾ Confident ☾ Friendly ☾ Nonchalant Since he could remember, there isn't much that ever bothered Rhys much. He has always been the person to go with the flow, always open to new adventures and endeavors. He's easy with a smile, and even easier to approach. L I K E S : Reading all sorts of material, fantasy books are his favorite. Spicy foods, to the point your lips go numb and you're crying. Playing the piano, his parents pushed him to learn, and over time liked it. Dancing, ever since he learned he has liked dancing salsa. Learning about new things, be it about music, art, writing, or food. D I S L I K E S : Sour candy or foods, he doesn't like the taste of it much People who force things on to others, no matter what it is Spiders, he has a bit of a phobia but won't admit to it Rats, the same as above. H A B I T S : When in deep concentration, he pushed his glasses up his nose. He tends to play video games late into the night and always regrets it in the morning. She works out every other day and usually in the mornings. F E A R S : Spiders and rats. He has always been scared of them and will not admit it to anyone. That he will never be able to write. B A C K G R O U N D : Nestled between the edge of Korea Town and El Salvador Corridor, there stood in a corner the Park's small market– Park & Mart. Rhys grew up in the little market surrounded by its plaster walls. The rows of snacks, pre-packed pastries, and canned goods offered ample ways for the boy's imagination to flourish. The air conditioner, older than him, was a dragon. It watched over the store, guarding it and greeting every customer with a roar when the door opened. Adventures from all over the world spoke languages he'd never heard, and others spoke in the familiar tones he knew from upstairs. As he grew, the store and his parents stayed the same. The walls, the food, the snacks, and the AC all slowly began to shift in his mind. Day by day, the walls felt as if they were closing in on him. Trapping him and swallowing him whole with no way out. Suffocated by the expectations trusted upon him by his parents who didn't even know him. Rhys wasn't interested in math, or science, or English, or Korean. He wanted to read and spend the hours of the day with a book deep in the pages of a fantasy novel. To experience adventures in faraway lands, battling for the good of the world, slaying monsters, and delivering justice upon it with a swing of his sword. He began writing when he turned ten. He started in a notebook his mother bought him for his birthday. He'd filled it with stories of his favorite characters, be it from books or shows, or movies. Slowly every page was filled with his writing until he had run out of space. Then another notebook, followed by another and another. Looked like the Parks had a future novelist, and so far he has been living up to it. Shortly after college Rhys he wrote a short fantasy story of Korean Gwisin or ghosts. It gained enough attention to put his name out to the world and gain a small following. Two years later he wrote, "Letters to the Jeosung Saja". It became his top-selling book and gained the title of New York's Best Seller. That was three years ago. Now, Rhys has been struggling to even get a word into paper or Google Docs. Nothing he does sparks inspiration. Everything is bleak and colorless. And worst of all– he doesn't know what is wrong with him or where this sudden stump came from.

_{O T H E R :}

• _{He can speak Korean, English, and whatever curse words he picks up from Liliana.}
• _{Always carries a notebook with him in case inspiration strikes. So far he only has one page filled.}