forum why do I keep making more rps? that's a good question//one on one (closed)

Started May 25, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

(oh wow, that makes two of us. I'll see what I can do)

Luana slipped back into the penthouse, changed into her preferable clothing—dark blue, ripped jeans, a black loose cropped sweatshirt with homemade rips, her ratty converse shoes, and a beanie. A simple black choker necklace wrapped around her throat and she had on her brother's ring on her right middle finger.

Not wanting to disturb anyone who might be sleeping out their hangover, she tried to be as quiet as she could when entering the penthouse. A simple bag was slung over her shoulder, holding the rest of her clothes and the money she had stolen from Kade. Too easy. The steal had been far too easy in her opinion. Kade must be dumber than she had originally thought.

By now, Marx was awake, and was currently chatting softly with a dark-haired boy at the long counter in the kitchen. They hadn't noticed Luana until she walked closer, after which the black-haired guy looked up. He gave Luana a short wave, and Marx slipped out of her chair, careful not to accidentally spill her coffee. "Hey, uh…I made you some coffee. We'll make breakfast and everything when everyone else is awake," she said once she was in quiet speaking distance of Luana

Luana waved hello to the boy, then turned to Marx and nodded in thanks, running her fingers over the strap of her bag. "Thanks. I grabbed some money on the way to getting my clothes, so I should be able to care for myself for some time while I look for a place to stay," she said, tapping the strap. She purposefully didn't mention how much money she had snatched, or how she even got it, for a specific reason—it was sketchy at best.

"Ah, well, that's good. We were going to pay you while you helped out, too, if that helps any," Marx said, shrugging a little while still making sure she didn't accidentally jostle her still just-refilled coffee cup. It usually took at least two cups to get her woken up in the morning, and she knew that the rest of the band would be needing a whole lot of coffee to deal with their hangovers. "What do you like for breakfast?" she asked

"Food." The word was blunt and quiet, making sure she didn't wake anyone up. She supposed that she appreciated being paid, but she felt like them letting her stay was payment enough. She expressed such concerns to Marx quietly.

Marx just shook her head, smiling a little. "Please, it's the least we can do. Do you like breakfast sandwiches?" she replied softly, smiling as she played a little with the new bandanna around her neck–something she apparently couldn't go without

Luana nodded, silently noting the different bandanna around Marx's neck. So she always wears those things, huh? Not that I care. You do you. She shrugged and loosely crossed her arms beneath her chest. "Pay me or not, I guess it doesn't matter to me."

"We'll worry about that later," Adrik piped up from where he was sitting. "We've got company of the dead type," he said, pointing a thumb in the direction of the hallway, where a very exhausted-looking man was stumbling in. He was on the taller side, all lean muscle and tattoos, his dirty blonde hair disheveled and black leather jacket half-off his shoulder. He didn't even notice Marx or Luana, just made his way straight for the coffee and poured himself a cup before adding a healthy dose of creamer

"If that's not a dead man walking, then I'm Katy Perry," Luana quipped with the barest quirk of her lips. She was well acquainted with hangovers, and she remembered when her brother would stumble about just like that man was doing right now. Hell, she had been like that at some point. But she had built up her tolerance, and her hangovers seemed to go away after a nice dose of fresh air and a jog.

Now, the man finally seemed to notice them, and once he was done stirring his coffee he turned to them with the most disapproving stare he could muster. "Who the fuck are you?" he grumbled, though there was no real bite to his voice–if anything, he sounded more like a tired parent than anything. But even as he started to sip his coffee, the other two band members came in–the lanky one from before with sunglasses was ironically still wearing them, though they were askew and he looked a bit better for wear. The last, however, was a shorter guy curled up in Kaden's arms, leering at the rest of the world from behind his short black hair

"A stray that Marx decided to take in," Luana said smoothly, not at all ruffled by the man's question or the other members showing up. "I won't be staying long, so you needn't worry too much." She shrugged again and watched them all with cautious but curious eyes.

Damien cocked a brow at that, but the other two didn't appear very phased. "She tell you about us yet?" Kaden joked, setting the grumpy guy in one of the stools along the counter next to the blonde from before. The two leaned against each other while Kaden went about getting more coffee, seemingly unphased by the hangover. He hummed softly, setting the short guy's black coffee in front of him before taking his own and sipping the almost white liquid

"What is there to know?" Luana asked with an arched brow. She watched the others being practically plowed over by their hangovers. It was sort of entertaining to watch, and her amusement could be seen by the barest quirk of her lips.

"Oh, in that case, you haven't gotten the introductions. I'm Kaden, the short emo cuddler is Corinth, and our fearless leader and exhausted dad friend is Damien," Kaden said, introducing them with a grin while the other two just rolled their eyes. Corinth just grumbled something about not being emo under his breath, though his slightly smudged eyeliner said otherwise, and Damien just seemed used to it. Marx smiled, resisting the urge to laugh

Luana's own smile grew slightly (though it wasn't much) as she leaned against a nearby wall, arms still crossed. "You lot sound a lot more interesting than my old crew," she commented. "I'm Luana Ruiz. I met Marx at the bar last night, and she insisted on saving me from someone. Also, you all are hooligans when you're drunk," she added.

"Thank you for telling me what I already know," Damien grumbled, Corinth just flipping her off as he was too busy drinking his coffee to actually say anything. Kaden just giggled, sliding over towards her before hopping up on the counter.

"Hooligans, huh? That's one way to put it," he said with a teasing wink, right up until Marx smacked him on the knee with a disapproving look

Luana flicked her brows up, unaffected by being flipped off and Kaden's…well, just Kaden in general. "What's another way to put it? I'm just calling it how I see it. Everywhere I looked last night, there was at least one of you, completely shit-faced and yelling nonsense at the top of your lungs." She idly picked at her nails. "I'm honestly surprised there wasn't as much fist throwing as there usually is. A little disappointing, if I have to be totally honest."

"That's because Kaden's horniness usually keeps the fighting to a minimum," Corinth finally piped up, to which Kaden made an indignant noise. Marx could only giggle as they dived into some lighthearted bickering, and Damien seemed rather amused as well as they both watched the other two

Luana rolled her eyes, though more out of amusement than anything. She turned to address Damien. "Marx has decided that I am to work for you until I have a more permanent place to stay," she said. "I'd like to make sure that my presence is mutually accepted between all of you."

"We don't care. Not the first time Marx has kept someone around, and Adrik can confirm," Damien said, pointing a thumb in the direction of the dark-haired man who had gone quiet, only to look over at them owlishly when he was mentioned. Marx just flushed lightly in embarrassment, rubbing at the back of her neck

Luana nodded, shoulders sagging slightly in relief. So her own family would kick her out, but yet a group of complete strangers was perfectly willing to bring her into their lives? That stung just a bit, but she had to push that aside—for now. "Thank you," she said softly, slightly curling into herself from…what? Shame for readily accepting their charity? Embarrassment that she was so in need? She didn't know.

"Well, we're taking a break today anyways since we don't have to do anything until tomorrow. We've got a pool outside on the balcony thingy, and there's a bunch of bars around," Damien said. "If you wanna have Marx take you somewhere, don't be afraid to ask," he said, Marx nodding in agreement before looking over and seeing how Luana had shrank in on herself a little. Maybe going out and buying things wasn't the best idea–maybe they could go swimming? Or something that didn't cost money?

Luana nodded and fiddled with the strap of her bag. She, in all honesty, didn't want to go swimming because 1) she wasn't comfortable with getting in a bathing suit with strangers. And 2) …She didn't know how to swim. She had never been taught because her family was too busy trying to get her and her brother to go down "the right path." As a child, they had been too poor to take trips to the local swimming pool to teach her, and even then, no one thought it necessary for her to learn.

Eventually, Marx just decided it would be best to ask. "What do you wanna do?" she asked Luana, setting her now empty coffee mug in the sink as she spoke. No use working herself up over stupid little things, she supposed