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April wasn’t sure how her friends managed to talk her into this. She had never been to the Roller Rink before, and hadn’t strapped on a pair of skates since she was a little girl. To top it off, her friends all seemed to have gone missing, leaving her to wobble around the rink alone. She spent a solid half hour clinging to the edge, cursing under her breath and doing all she could to stop from falling flat on her ass. Then, a miracle occurred. Somehow, April gained a rush of confidence, allowing her to let go of the side and roll cautiously toward the centre of the rink- that was, until someone smacked straight into her, sending her sprawling across the ground. April threw her hands out to protect herself, shuddering as the impact jolted through her nerve endings. She pushed herself to her knees, looking around to the other skater. “Was that my fault?” She asked, tentatively. 

DREAMLAND ROLLER RINK – only andie’s favorite spot in all of nevada. she was a regular and she’d frequent it alone. it was sort of a…therapy to her, if she may. see, being a workaholic doesn’t warrant much free time especially when you’re the co-owner. and people might think, well if ya own the place why don’t ya just give yourself more time off? those people don’t know andie. there are no days off. no time to waste in fear of falling back into the struggle of having little to no money. but the very few times she did fit some extra time into her schedule, she was usually roller skating. the sound of lovergirl by teena marie coursing through her veins as she rolled around to the beat blasting throughout the rink, andie lost herself. it was freeing, in all honesty. she felt like she was in a damn music video. getting so into the song that her eyes even closed while she serpentined along to the lyrics. “i just want to be your lovergirl…i just want to rock your wo – oh, OH shit shit shit!” BAM! slammed right into another skater and fell ass first to the ground. a lovely music video.

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ivy had no argument there. she was completely right. bit of a paradox but she was only trying to get someone else to join in on the fun with her. boredom was real and it was ugly. “hey, don’t call me out like that. hurts my ego.” hand dramatically placed on her chest, her tone but a whisper all while a smile permanently stretched out on her lips. “only if you’re sure. we could always try something else. wouldn’t want you having nightmares.” ivy playfully shrugged a shoulder. “these are good for any ride here. unless you’re more afraid of pukin than getting spooked by animatronics and adults wearing masks. ‘cause that one’s understandable.”

April let out a soft laugh, tossing her braids behind her as she did. “Well, we wouldn’t want to bruise your ego,” she teased. She pondered her choices for a moment. As easily as she spooked, some cheap jump scares were definitely the tamer of the two options. “You’re right, I guess. Being scared out of my wits is far cuter than throwing up in the nearest trash can. Just don’t complain if I make you hold my hand the whole way through.” 

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“That’s exactly the point, my fine friend. I’m so goddamn sick and tired of, of drinking alone.” Okay, maybe there were other things he was even more through with, but at the moment the only thing on his mind was getting drunk with a pal. He was usually lonelier than he let other people see. “Cheers!” Sid exclaimed with a wink as he tapped the glasses together, immediately tossing it down the hatch. Luckily the man was almost completely immune to the sting of alcohol after many years of drinking; it was practically like downing water. Indicating that he needed to be filled to the bartender with a wave, he let out a quiet hum and shook his head, “They say Lucifer was the prettiest, don’t they? God’s favorite. Seems like a smart dude to me. How else would we have fun?!”

“That does sound sad,” she teased him with a grin, leaning over to bump his shoulder with hers. “Remind me to give you the address. Next time you decide to hit the bottle, you can just use my minibar so you don’t have to sit here on your lonesome.” April waited a few more seconds for the burn to dissipate, then leaned over the bar in an attempt to catch the bartender’s attention, with the intentions of ordering a drink for them both. “Prettiest? It’s he like, red with horns and goat legs?” April asked, confused. “Smart he may have been, and king of the party if he thought up shots, but pretty is something I’m going to have to disagree with.” 

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❛ great. ❜  he mutters flatly, almost inaudibly, kneading his eyeball in its socket waspishly with his cigarette hand. he hulls in a deep breath, leaning into one side of his chair and clearing his throat as he heaves in exhale. then, he leans his elbow on the arm of his chair with a grunt, probing his temple up on two fingers as she prattles on. lifting his head, he splays his hand in a small shrug.  ❛ —–well, y’know, guess it’s good t’know i made the right choice all those years ago by becomin’ some ruthless, senseless PIG instead. nice to have perspective. ❜  he retorts offhandedly, before replacing his fingers to his temple to probe it consolingly.  ❛ ——’not a kid.’ what’re you, twenty-three? i’m old enough to be your dad, for chrissake. ought to be thankin’ your lucky stars you dodged that bullet as it is. ❜  he leans forward, tapping the ashes off his cigarette into the ashtray.   ❛ —-okay … ❜  he mutters as she starts in with the familiar cop-servant rhetoric as old as time. his eyeballs nearly roll into the back of his skull.  ❛ enough—- with the tales of woe, a’right? you want my HELP? help me help you. you can start by givin’ me somethin’ to go off of. by gettin’ your damn story straight. who-what-when-where-n’ how—– y’ever played CLUE? ❜ 

April let out a huff of air. Somewhere during their conversation, she had tensed up. Her jaw clenched, and her shoulders were almost painfully hunched. She was generally confident by nature, but had been riled past that point, and was taking almost everything she said as a personal insult crafted especially for her. “Well I wasn’t going to day the ‘P’ word, but since you brought it up,” she said with a shrug, unable to prevent a small smirk playing around her lips. “I’m twenty-one,” she admitted, grudgingly, knowing it would not help her protests that she was fully grown. That was the annoying thing about the middle-aged; unless you had worry lines on your face and greying hair, it was impossible to be taken seriously. “Yeah, cause you really look like you could be my dad,” she pointed out, sarcastically. “Tales of woe?” she repeated, incredulously. For a moment, she thought about arguing with him some more, but quickly thought better of it. The quicker she got this report filed, the quicker she could leave, he could do absolutely nothing about her complaint, and she could return to her life. “Some guy snatched my purse two hours ago in the alley behind Ain’t Misbehavin’ while I was having a smoke. That about covers it, right?” She leaned back in her chair, tossing her braids behind her as she did so. “Look, I just need a police report so I can claim on the insurance for the bag. It’s my mom’s and I need to replace it before she realises it’s gone.” 

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April thought she had started her night early. She had always been a night owl, and her lifestyle had allowed her to live pretty much nocturnally. stepping into a bar at 9pm was almost like getting shitfaced at lunch, but it had been once of those days, and she was craving a drink. If she had thought she was peaking too early, however, the guy dishing out shots was determined to prove her wrong. “You know you aren’t giving me too much of a choice here, right?” She asked, picking up the shot and clinking the glass against his own before throwing it back and making a face. “The devil invented shots. No sane person would think that they’re a good idea.” 

Sidney wasn’t sure exactly what time he had arrived at the bar, but he knew it was sometime around noon and it was definitely still light out. Hours must’ve passed since he chose his spot at the bar because as he gazed out the window, he noticed that the sky had gone dark. Night had set in and so had the drinks he’d be pushing back all that time, his head fogged by the buzz. Clicking his tongue, the man ordered two more shots before turning to face the fellow customer sitting beside him, his words slurring together slightly, “One each! Ya can do shots, right?” He nodded in thanks towards the bartender as he placed the drinks in front of them before looking towards the other, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Keep in ya mind… the only right answer is yes.”

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April raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to  one side as she weighed up her options. On the one hand, skipping in to a haunted house was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. She had always been the jumpy type when it came to stuff like that, and there was nothing fun about screaming in her opinion. On the other hand, she was totally bored, and had a problem saying the word no. “You know, questioning whether I’m brave enough when you just admitted you don’t wanna go alone is a bit of a double standard,” she pointed out, raising a hand to twirl a braid around her finger. “But sure. Why not. I wasn’t planning on getting any sleep tonight, anyways.” 

“oh my god, there’s a haunted fun house here…” ivy muttered to herself. eyes were positively twinkling at the sight of what in her opinion is the best part about fairs. she’d been coming to this annual event for most of her life and has only the fondest memories. fondest mainly because her parents never cared to come along with her so she’d be able to tag along with friends and their families. this year was no different as a lot of the cherry bomb crew had come out after their shifts were up to have some fun after work. but of course, ivy wandered off by herself to explore any new stuff added to the grounds and found they’ve made the fun house a whole hell of a lot more fun this year.

“i’ve got two tickets and there’s no way i’m headed in there alone. you think you’re brave enough to come with?” she asked, wiggling her tickets in front of them with a mischievous grin on her tainted lips. the whole town and their mothers seemed to be here so it wasn’t a surprise that she’d found some familiar faces among the crowds.

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brookerizzo‌:

“i mean, i was going to say because you could pass for a highschooler.” brooke grinned,unable to hide it anymore as she shook her head softly. “aw, damn it. there goes business. you should have known that i’m my own agent. i’d be the best damn agent in the business.” brooke huffed, chuckling softly.

April knew she had a baby face. In fact, she had built her entire persona around looking like an innocent toddler when she wanted her own way. “When I’m 30 with the skin of an 20 year old, you’ll be jealous. The secret is a good moisturiser,” she said, airily. She laughed, crossing her arms and tilting her head as she did. “I’m sure you would, but I’m not sure the world of show business is ready for you quite yet.”

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pennyklass‌:

 she hadn’t spotted the lit cigarette that the other was dangling in her fingers, so she couldn’t help but smile when she realised she had hit the jackpot in finding a fellow smoker. “thank you so much” penny muttered, placing her own cigarette in her mouth and then taking the other from the girl. lifting the amber near her own and inhaling until she saw light, penny smiled at the stranger. “works like a charm” penny handed the smoke back to the girl and leaned against the wall of her work place. “so, are you enjoying a post-stressful day smoke just like me?” 

“It isn’t a problem,” April nodded. She snapped her purse closed and swung it back over her shoulder, “There’s nothing worse than being caught without a lighter, right?” she added with a smile. She took the cigarette back, raising it to her lips for another drag as she leant against the wall, following the other’s lead. “More like a desperate attempt to kick my brain into gear smoke. I swear, I’ve been such a ditz today. Hopefully the nicotine helps. Why are you stressed?” She asked, tilting her head in curiosity. 

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rizzopd‌:

❛ —–yeah, well don’t beat yourself up, ❜  he quips bitterly, running a hand through flaxen locks before leaning back in his chair. he flings opens his desk drawer, retrieving a cigarette and his lighter from its confines. he lights it, taking it between two fingers after a hearty drag. he scratches his cheek with his thumbnail, sniffing curtly before her confession occurs to him. flaring his nostrils, expression deadpanning, he kneads his eye socket with his cigarette hand waspishly. then, knitting his brow indignantly at her question, he drops his hand against the arm of his chair, splaying it palm-up.  ❛ do i look like a personal secretary to you, kid? ❜  he propels his torso forward in his seat, slapping an open palm against the surface.  ❛ you know somethin’? maybe we oughta revisit this when you get your story straight. you’re all over the damn MAP. ❜ he utters, ripping the page from the typewriter and crumbling it in his hands.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” April retorted, smoothly. She crossed her arms across her chest, surveying him from across the desk. She was almost over her annoyance, until his next sentence. Then, she was riled once more, though a slight twitch of her eyes was all that gave it away, her mask still perfectly in place. “No. Generally, secretaries that behave like you get fired pretty fast. And I’m not a child.” She kept her gaze on him, unblinking. She hadn’t intended to come here just to snipe at him, but the fact she was here at all was proof her day wasn’t going according to plan. “I don’t have anything to get straight. Sue me for thinking the police were here to help people. Next time my stuff gets stolen, I won’t bother.” 

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brookerizzo‌:

a small chuckle slid past the girl’s lips at the other’s comments. a small smirk paired with a raised eyebrow plastered to her face as she shoved her book into her bag. “that’s cute—funny even. has anyone ever told you you should play the high school mean girl in movies, i think you could nail the part. want me to give my agent a call?”

The corners of April’s mouth pricked up. “You know, that’s a new one. Because I’m beautiful and well-dressed, right?” She tilted her head, eyebrow quirked in amusement. “Unfortunately for your agent, I am retired. But if I ever feel like making my big comeback, I’ll be sure to grab his card from you.” 

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April paused for a moment, sticking a hand in her purse to fumble for a lighter. Her fingers passed over old receipts, hair ties, lip gloss, but nothing that could actually help the other girl. Wherever she had put hers when she had lit her own cigarette was a total mystery. “Shoot. Here.” she offered her cigarette, “You can light up off mine. God knows where my lighter went, but it’s not here.” 

  standing outside the station penny’s black chipped finger nails fumbled into her tiny fringe purse to pull out one single cigarette and her favourite lighter, (the one with Fred Flinstone on it) frantically pressing the smoke in her lips, she lit the lighter near the end watching it spark for only a moment and then die out. she did this a few times before muttering a frustrated “fuck” and quickly stopping the first person she saw on the street. “hey, I don’t have much time, I’m playing Stairway to Heaven and probably have only about 5 more minutes before the song ends thus also ending my break, please tell me you have a lighter”

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There were seldom few circumstances in which April could not keep an even temper- but feeling like she wasn’t being listened to was one of them. Nevertheless, it wasn’t ladylike to lose her temper in public, and so she gritted her teeth in a false smile. “Sorry. .I didn’t mean to get so worked up.” She paused for a moment, taking her time to slowly, deliberately, place her purse on the desk between them and take a seat. If he wanted slow, that’s exactly what he would get. “Do you know, I completely forgot what I was saying.” She paused for a moment, pursing her lips and tapping her chin. “why don’t you read me what you typed to job my memory?” 

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❛ oka—– ❜  he nods exaggeratedly, raising his hand to perform the universal gesture of ‘CALM THE HELL DOWN’. shame on him for thinking he’d get a word in edgewise. nostrils flared, brow knitted in single file, he watches through a beady, placid lense as they continue. finally deciding he’s had his fill of nonsense for a lifetime, he drags both paws down the length of his face to center himself. he pushes himself from his typewriter, slapping his palms decisively on the desk in front of him.  ❛ ‘kay—– y’know what? why don’t you take a nice, DEEP breath and start again. real slow-like this time. ❜  he carps sullenly.  ❛ ‘n … feel free t’—- cut the fat, much as possible, if you’d be so kind … got it? ❜  he adds with patronizing dispassion, turning toward his typewriter again.

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“Oh, no,” April answered, completely unironically. She had led a charmed life in every way possible, and the mere concept of bad luck was almost alien to her. She would have bent to help the other, but despite her frustration, she seemed to have it under control. “Are you okay, sweetie? You look a little frazzled,” she gestured to the puddle. 

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“ ———FUCK! ” the young rizzo groaned as the books in her arms slid out of her arms in what seemed to be slow motion. she tried to catch them, she really did, but fumbling only made it worse, the books sliding into a puddle in front of someone else’s feet. “you’ve got to be shitting me..” brooklyn gritted her teeth, letting out a soft huff before stooping down to pick up the  soaking wet book. “you ever think karma is just out to get you?” she asked, glancing up at the other.

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“I don’t think all men are like that,” April mused, lightly, though she shot the other girl a sympathetic look. “Some of my very best friends are men, and they were perfectly lovely. There’s plenty of rotten ones out there, though.” She craned her neck, glancing to the other end of the bar to observe the man in question. “I don’t know how he thinks he’s getting any female attention in that shirt, though. People that pasty shouldn’t wear yellow.” 

dealing with men was an art lena had grown exceedingly used to. which is why the moment the other grabbed her by the arm after she’d refused a drink, she did not hesitate to throw all of the content in the glass she was currently sipping from right at his face, ignoring all insults he yelled away as she moved to the other side of the bar.  “ will men ever get a fucking clue ? ” she let out with a sigh of annoyance. the question was rhetorical. 

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April was very rarely alone, but today was one of those rare times. In an unexpected turn of events, most of her friends were tied up with other things- less important ones, in April’s opinion- and the ones who were free to hang out weren’t particularly who April wanted to see right now. No, today, she would enjoy some time alone, see a part of the city she hadn’t seen before. That was the plan, anyway. When it came down to it, she had slept in until early afternoon, taken a long bath and ordered some clothes from a catalogue, and somehow managed to leave the penthouse while it was still light outside. Her plan of spending the day exploring was dashed, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t go somewhere new. That was how she found herself ducking into a bar she had never visited. it seemed like a lively place, and if the girl making small talk with her was anything to go by, the clientele was friendly enough. That was all she needed. "I’ve actually never eaten here before,” April admitted, flashing the other girl a grin. “Want to take the risk together? You get the cheese fries, I’ll get the chicken wings, and we can switch plates halfway through.” 

there’s a certain, special kind of humiliation you get when your stood up on a date, reagan’s eyes moving from the drink in front of her to the door, hoping that maybe, possibly, the man she met during her shift would walk through those doors. maybe he’s just in traffic? not that the traffic around the bar was bad, much less around 8pm when everyone had finally settled in for the night. the defeat was finally beginning to settle over her after finally, she heard the door open again, only to find that, well, it wasn’t him, and it was enough to make her sink back into her chair, looking back towards the bar as the newest guest to ain’t misbehavin’ finally took their seat at the bar, right beside her no less. she sat idle, reveling in the music that echoed through the place from the jukebox before finally turning to her newest companion and at least attempting to make some sort of chit chat. she might as well have some fun and not worry about a stupid guy, right? “so, would you say that this place has good food? i’m kinda hungry, i won’t lie, and their cheese fries sound really good right about now.”

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— ❝ wait is that HALLE BAILEY ? or is that APRIL LOCKHEART who arrived in las vegas TWO years ago? SHE is a TWENTY ONE year old. last time i checked they were an HEIRESS. rumour has it they’re very CAREFREE and very MANIPULATIVE. the CIS FEMALE reminds me of I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY BY WHITNEY HOUSTON

Hi all! I’m Shay, I’m 24, in the GMT timezone, mama to two dogs and a cat, and I’m really excited for this RP. Below the cut is some more about my baby girl April. Give this post a lil like, and I’ll come to you for plotting or just to chat if you’d like, or feel free to pop up if you’d prefer! 

Background

Despite only residing in Las Vegas for two years, April Lockheart’s connections to the city of sin run deep. In the 1930′s, jazz musician Lawrence Lockheart took up home in Las Vegas with his young family, and saw the strip bloom around him. In the right place at the right time, a series of smart investments, combined with his musical talents, earned the Lockhearts their money- money that passed down to Lawrence’s son upon his death. Like his father before him, Sidney Lockheart had a canny mind for business, and was able to expand the empire from coast to coast. Today, the Lockheart name hangs high above five-star hotels from Los Angeles to New York, including two in Vegas, as well as various other ventures, including casinos, theatres, and strip clubs. 

April was the youngest of two children born to Sidney Lockheart, joining her elder brother into a life of riches. Born and raised in New York, the location of the most prestigious of the Lockheart hotels and hometown of her mother, April was born to expect the best out of life. From a young age, it was clear that April possessed a silver tongue and charismatic charm, and she spent a short while as a child actress. However, she was never one to work hard, and lacked the discipline required to live that sort of lifestyle. 

April had a happy childhood, loved by her family and surrounded by friends, however, nothing gave her a thrill like getting her own way. Masked in an air of innocence, April grew to be a master manipulator, skilled at convincing others to do whatever she wished with honeyed words for no other reason than a desire to get whatever she wants. 

After graduating high school, April attended college for a single semester. She had never been the academic type. Unsure what she wants to do with her future, she found herself in Vegas, living out of the penthouse of one of her family’s hotels on the Vegas strip. Two years later, she’s no closer to figuring out where she’s heading, but has instead surrounded herself with a circle of friends who indulge her every whim. 

Misc Info

Her birthday in February 19th, and she’s an Aquarius. Like a typical Aquarius, she’s slightly eccentric, generous with her money, and carefree. However, she was born on the Pisces cusp, she’s also highly creative, dreamy, and emotional. 

April is fairly easygoing and will make friends with most, but only when things are going her way. Those who disagree with her, or act against her wishes, are likely to see another side to her that is far more controlling and less pleasant to be around. 

April often fantasises about being in love, but has a tendency to get bored, or become distracted. For that reason, she has had a trail of short-lived flings, but nothing long-term. Whilst she likes the idea of it, she lacks the capacity to see it through to the end. 

Like her grandfather, April is a talented musician, but lacks the ambition to do anything with her gifts, Aside from singing in the shower, or occasionally playing keyboard when she’s bored enough, it isn’t something she wants to pursue. 

As a child, April had a role in a popular television show that ended when she was 12. This is her biggest and only achievement, but a bit of a sore subject since her acting career has been dead in the water for nine years now.