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“hey, vic. where you headed?” damien called out to his next-door neighbor, his lean frame pressed against the lobby door, a medical report in hand, a pen to his lips. “work’s killing me lately. wanna go for a drink?”

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@inhoneys

        she jams the button a few times still.   for good measure.   but he’s right,   it yields no response,   and molly huffs.    the stairs sound so daunting after her walk downtown,   even a mere two flights is enough to defer her.   ❛    it’s not worth it.   it just isn’t.   how long has maintenance been on their way?   y’think there’s any use in waiting it out ?  ❜

“maintenance guy will be over in about an hour.” damien sighed, looking at the lobby clock. “i could wait out here with you though,” he volunteered, his eyes moving over to the leather couch by the wall. “i’m on the first floor so we don’t need stairs.” he chuckled.

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@marlowen

upon realizing who it was she was speaking to, marlowe’s tensed shoulders relaxed a bit. she sighed as she straightened up, shoving her glasses up the bridge of her nose with the wrist of the hand that held her rat. “i’m so sorry,” she repeated, “i swear, i don’t know how she does it. daisy’s obviously a schemer…” she mumbled, looking at the rat as though she were ready to give it a timeout. “it won’t happen again.”

“well, daisy. better listen to your ridiculously cute mom, alright?” addressing the small animal in her hand. letting out a chuckle, before reaching for the paper bag by his feet. “here’s the pot and spatula you lent me, all washed. y’know, you should let me cook for you sometime,” he said to the brunette, a playful smile on his lips.

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@theofcrrest

 theo turned, giving the other a small smile. “ yeah, i was trying to see if they had fixed it yet. i reported it earlier, it’s a hazard, y’know? “ he left the elevator to walk over. “ you want me to get the door for you?” 

“that’d be great, bud. thanks.” he heaved, putting his laundry bag over his shoulders. he only recently learned to do the laundry and didn’t expect so much heavy lifting. “one of the perks of living on the first floor is you never need to take the stairs.” he smiled at his roommate, walking towards their unit. “why’d you need to go upstairs anyway?”

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@marlowen​

it was a lovely spring afternoon - very early spring, to be fair. it was still quite chilly out but the sun was shining and the wind was calm enough for marlowe to have a window open as she studied. that was what most of her life consisted of; studying. even still, she enjoyed it. she had always been good at school and one should stick to what they were good at, right? as a special treat, she enjoyed letting her pet rats roam the apartment. they didn’t get out…often. that day was an exception. suddenly, marlowe heard a panicked scream and she immediately knew what it was. barely pulling on a pair of beat-up sneakers, she rushed to the source of the noise, eyes firmly scanning the floor in search of her companion. “sorry, sorry!” she muttered shyly, picking up the rodent at the other’s feet with her free hand, the other still clutching her textbook. 

“i swear i nearly stepped on him this time, marlie.” he chuckled, booping the little rat’s snout with his index finger. “gotta be careful with your pets, how you convinced the landlord to let you keep these troublemakers, i’ll never know.” he shook his head, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. 

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“don’t bother pressing the buttons, the elevator’s broken.” damien called out, looking over the bundle of laundry he had in his arms. “maintenance guy’s on the way, so you’d best take the stairs.” his lips curling into a sympathetic smile. 

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( dane dehaan. twenty nine. cis male. he/him. ) ❛ damien deluca, a leo from new york city, moved into holloway a month ago. they are a medical intern that lives in 1a here and their neighbors don’t particularly mind them. some say they can be -sleazy and -cocky but others say they’re +thoughtful and +clever. anyways, one thing is for sure: you hear rock you like a hurricane name by scorpions, it’s damien blasting it. ( penned by viv, 21, gmt+8. )

bio

damien grew up in a family of wealthy businessmen in the upper east side 

he had a cushy childhood, got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it

was expected to drop his job and join in on the family business but his choice to become a doctor caused a rift between him and his family

the moment he graduated medical school he was cut off from the family fortune and forced to move to holloway for the time being

personality

cocky : growing up he had always been spoiled, he has always had an air of confidence to him and often uses it as a defence mechanism.

sleazy : damien loves to sleep around. he loves beautiful women and loves to chase after them, or have them chase him.

thoughtful : he cares about other people, not that he’d openly admit it. he’s always looking out for his friends, and giving unsolicited medical advice while he’s at it.

clever : really crafty, and can think of solutions to problems on the fly.

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