(Romance rp, hop in with any character. 0/0. Make sure to look over Evelyn's character as well) Evelyn lived in the apartment right above you, and she kept playing the same obnoxious love song on repeat. Little did anyone know, the man she had been dating for 3 years had started cheating on Evelyn 6 months ago and so they broke up. She lay there in her bed, and kept turning up the song crying, stuffing her face with icecream, and generally an emotional mess. She had not left her apartment in 2 days since the breakup, except once to get some food from the gas station that was only a block away from the shitty apartment. You decided that you had had enough of that song, and went upstairs to go complain.
It'd been a long day already. Alexander had 5 big meetings that took up his whole day and large stacks of paperwork that needed to be done. He just needed some peace in quiet to adjust from the loud and busy office. He never really ever had any problems with neighbors playing music even while he was sleeping, it didn't bother him much. But on this particular day, he just was not having it. The first 5 times it played, it was fine but for the next two hours? He shoved on some slippers and a light hoodie before he headed for the elevator. He waited for it to come but quickly figured out that it was broken. "Stupid elevator." He said, kicking the bottom part before trudging up the stairs. He quickly pinpointed where the noise was coming from and rose his hand to knock on the door. Thump thump thump. Three quick raps that he hoped caught their attention.
There was a very loud. "OH FUCK OFF!" Before the music paused, she wiped her red puffy eyes, shoved in her last spoonful if icecream, and quickly ran a brush through her hair. She didn't look good but at least she looked a little better now. She then shuffled to the door, blanket wrapped tight around her, and as she opened the door it was very obvious that one, she had been crying way to much, and two she did not give any shits,fucks,hells,or ducks about what you had to say unless you somehow could bring her boyfriend back. "What? Is it the music? I'm not sorry for it. Put in some fucking ear plugs and get over it." She growled out, and turned away, leaving the door open. She then put the icecream in the fridge. Her apartment was a mess, with dirty clothes and papers scattered, a few guitars in a corner with sheet music lying around, and posters everywhere. This was he apartment of an artist, and she herself was a to-be singer. Someday.
(Totes fine, your reply to this clusterfuck of depression)
Xander didn't know what to say. He didn't really expect his neighbor to be looking so… sad? Was that the right word for it? Whatever it was, he just felt bad but he didn't know what to do. He then thought back to his comfy looking bed back home and how it would feel to sleep peacefully in it. His concerned side won out so he stayed by the door since it wasn't necessarily closed. "Rough day?"
"Rough week, rough life…" She went back to her icecream, not caring about herself any more. What was the point? She was left for dead anyways. "Look. I'll turn it down alright? But I ain't turning it off till he comes back,I'm dead, or both."
"He?" Xander heard, thinking it was some sort of breaking up whether platonic or romantic. "What happened?" His sympathetic side kicked in and he leaned into the door, not yet stepping in since he wasn't invited.
"3 years, out the fucking window. He decides 'Hey, the woman I love? LETS CHEAT ON HER FOR 6 MONTHS!' Like yes Brandon, great FUCKING idea!" She growls out as she sighed.
"Damn." Xander said, nodding in understanding. He didn't understand cheaters at all. Why not just break-up with the person at least instead of going behind their backs and having an affair with someone else. "How do you feel about it? Upset? Angry? Disappointed? All of them?"
"Does ramming him with my car count? But…I also really fucking miss him. And what's worse, it's my best friend. Or well, my ex-best friend. Now, the only person I need to love in my life, is Mr.Icecream. He would never cheat on me or hurt me anyway after saving my life and basically stopping my depression. I had named him home, a safeplace. And now he's fucking GONE."
Xander looked in and saw an empty tub of ice cream sitting on her bed. "I have some at my apartment, an assortment of flavors too. If you want, I could bring some up here." He offered, thinking that it may be a short-term solution for her problem.
You noticed that there was more icecream laying around, maybe 8 by now. (Hold on this is an apartment…though a college roleplay would be interesting)
(It would be, but the character that im using hasn't been fleshed out in that situation)
( so then apartment, okay) She sighed and went to her bedroom, brushed her hair ,wiped off the food residue, and go dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.
Xander turned around as she changed, not knowing what to do with himself so he started humming some catchy some he heard from a commercial. He turned after an acceptable amount of time and saw her changed. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and started heading down the stairs.
(Your in her living room. She has 1 bedroom, 1 bath, and a tiny kitchen that connects to the living room)
(wait, when you switch to second person is it like a scene change or is it correcting my post. Im fine with either, i just need clarification)
(I do this when talking out of like chat and stuff)
(I do second person cause like ADHD and separation and stuff)
(ok i understand now)
Xander had brought up the ice cream tubs to her apartment and set them down on a nearby table. "So I have all the classics and original flavor plus sherbet and gelato types. Take your pick."
She grabbed strawberry,cookies and cream, and a few others, and put them in her freezer. "What, do you work for Ben and Jerry's or something?" She says with a slight laugh, before catching a picture of her and Brandon, and the moment of happiness sucks up into her now usual state of Lonely.
"Not really, I just like ice cream a lot." He answered, leaning back onto the heels of his feet. "Do you want to get back with him and give him another try or what?" Xander didn't know where this counselor persona came from, but he was kind of enjoying it although in the wrong situation.
"I want to kill him, but I also wanna hug him I don't fucking know! What I do know is that he's stupid…no. If he's gonna throw away 3 years for a 6 month girl then fuck him. I'll get a better boyfriend! Someone who cares…if someone like Brandon even exists…"
