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[carmyrodriguez]

at fully taking in sebastian's presence, carmy sprawled out on the sand, shielding his eyes against the sun's bright rays with the bend of his elbow. "i dunno. you're a great actor, but not a very good liar, so i'd probably see through it anyway," he replied, knocking his foot against the side of sebastian's leg playfully. "i fudged the kick out and it all kind of went south from there. aw, well, i'll assess the damage and try again tomorrow if i'm not too bruised."

after a moment of centering himself, he propped himself up on his elbows, glancing up at his friend. "at least tell me the paps aren't out this early?" he asked with a heavy sigh. "i do not need that plastered all over the internet right now."

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carmy righted himself in the water, tugging himself back to his board by way of his still-attached leash and grabbed hold of the resin, pulling himself up to straddle his trusty board, splaying his hands in front of him on the cream-and-navy-colored surface. he shook his head, sending droplets flinging in a 360-degree halo from the ends of his dark curls. the solid surface of the board beneath his fingertips helped steady his nerves after the absolutely monumental wipeout he'd just experienced.

after a minute of letting himself sway with the undulating ocean and regaining his understanding of up and down, he paddled back to the shore, unhooking his ankle from the leash and hoisting the board under his arm, the soft-warm-staticky grains of sand attaching themselves to his wet feet as he scoped for a proper place to take a rest and enjoy the morning warming-but-not-oppressively-hot sun's rays before his day really needed to get underway. he spotted a familiar face along the shore and made his way over. "please tell me you didn't see that embarrassing spill," he said, setting his board down and lowering himself to the sand beside it.

[carmyrodriguez]

"who's got the time" was a question carmy wished he did not have an unfortunate and hope-in-humanity-diminishing list of answers to, but life in the spotlight had taught him that far too many people had the time, and then some, and the ones with time to spare seemed offensively skilled at finding you on your worst days. it may have seemed like nothing to her, having not filmed his sorry ass getting handed to himself courtesy of mother nature herself, but it meant a lot to him all the same. "you'd be surprised," was all he said with a sad-but-true shake of his head followed quickly by a it-is-what-it-is shrug that was a practiced disarming combination he'd concocted as a survival instinct from years on talk shows and youtube interviews.

"what are you reading? or, pretending to read, at least?" he asked, his tone lightening to the playful timbre typically reserved for those he knew already. there was something about danny that made it easy to feel at ease. "if you don't mind me asking." probably, it was just the knowledge that she did not have incriminating footage on her phone paired with the fact that she was making kind, normal conversation with him rather than asking for a selfie or finding ways to namedrop his latest project in search of identity confirmation.

"if it helps, i was also genuinely worried for a minute there. thankfully, it seems like i avoided major injury. a little rug burn from the leash and probably a couple bruises heading my way tomorrow, but i think it looked a lot worse than it was. hopefully." he offered. did it make sense for him to comfort her when he was the one who'd inhaled a good half gallon of sea water not fifteen minutes ago? no, of course not, but that was. well, that was just carmy. "hobbyist, definitely just a hobbyist. i dunno, i've always kind of loved the way surfing forces you out of your head and makes you take the whole commune with nature thing really seriously."

carmy's shoulders visibly slumped with relief when the young woman admitted that the video he'd imagined horror headlines about and had already ticked his blood pressure up a couple of points did not, in fact, exist at all.

"ohmygodthankyou," he said in a rush, resisting the urge to lay himself down and just become one with the sand entirely. "seriously, you have no idea how great that is to hear. bless you for being one of the few humans left that don't constantly have their phone cameras on in the name of 'capturing content.'"

not that carmelo really had much room to talk. he made his living in front of cameras (albeit, typically ones whose price outpaced the latest iphone by at least a measure of 10). but influencing as a career path had done nothing but make his life more difficult over the last handful of years, and especially since the breakup. he didn't personally understand the fascination people seemed to have with dissecting the heartbreak of others and seeing someone's worst days played out in grainy, far-away shots made with cheap, amazon-ordered telephoto phone lens attachments, but even if he had understood that kind of warped schadenfreude, his attitude toward it would have significantly cooled in the last 12 months.

"well, danny, nice to meet a fellow nickname-preferrer," he said, offering a soft smile as his heart rate returned to its normal state. glancing back at the ocean from whence he'd come, he winced a little. "was it really that gnarly?"

[carmyrodriguez]

Fall was a superior season. Some of the best surf of the year came about in early fall, the change in current temperatures with the seasons made for some of the sickest swells. Surf capabilities aside, fall meant long sleeves and layers and scarves and anything that gave him a better chance at going about his daily life unnoticed was up there on the list of positives in his mind.

"Oh my god yes, a good horror movie is kind of best. Even if I have to watch some of it through my fingers. What's your favorite?" he asked, returning his own tastebuds to the sweet-tart tropical bliss of his chosen drink. "I promise not to call for your public stoning so long as you promise not to call for mine for being the total Neanderthal who took this long to ask why YOUR day was crazy."

Carmy chuckled at the reminder that their planet was skidding headlong into something akin to another ice age level catastrophic change. He chuckled because the alternative was too depressing to entertain, and they were just trying to have a good time, right? No need to bring his nearly omnipresent existential dread into the equation. “No kidding,” he offered instead, shaking his head ruefully, “Impending climate collapse aside, I’m deeply Team Fall, so hopefully you’re right and the heat wave breaks soon.”

They swapped drinks, and Carmelo couldn’t help but hide a little smirk at the slightly puckered face she made when the tropical fruit flavors hit her palate. He guessed the contrast from the sweetness of her own choice was probably a little jarring, like drinking orange juice directly after brushing your teeth. His experience was a little more forgiving. In his opinion, passion fruit and chocolate paired beautifully, and strawberry was a match made for guava. Sure, all four of the flavors together was a little strange, but going from tart to sweet was always a little less jarring than the opposite. At least to him.

“You’re anti-guava?!” Carmy joked, feigning scandal. “I don’t know if we can be friends with someone who doesn’t appreciate the full spectrum of tropical fruit.”

[carmyrodriguez]

Carmy chuckled at the reminder that their planet was skidding headlong into something akin to another ice age level catastrophic change. He chuckled because the alternative was too depressing to entertain, and they were just trying to have a good time, right? No need to bring his nearly omnipresent existential dread into the equation. “No kidding,” he offered instead, shaking his head ruefully, “Impending climate collapse aside, I’m deeply Team Fall, so hopefully you’re right and the heat wave breaks soon.”

They swapped drinks, and Carmelo couldn’t help but hide a little smirk at the slightly puckered face she made when the tropical fruit flavors hit her palate. He guessed the contrast from the sweetness of her own choice was probably a little jarring, like drinking orange juice directly after brushing your teeth. His experience was a little more forgiving. In his opinion, passion fruit and chocolate paired beautifully, and strawberry was a match made for guava. Sure, all four of the flavors together was a little strange, but going from tart to sweet was always a little less jarring than the opposite. At least to him.

“You’re anti-guava?!” Carmy joked, feigning scandal. “I don’t know if we can be friends with someone who doesn’t appreciate the full spectrum of tropical fruit.”

Carmy lifted his passionfruit guava smoothie and tapped the plastic cap against Sarah’s, nodding in wholehearted agreement. “Honestly, when I moved up here I kinda thought I’d get to escape the SoCal summer heat. But woof, today’s been brutal.”

He slid into the plastic bench at a nearby umbrella-ed patio, eyeing the woman’s pink-brown concoction warily. “Mmmm I dunno Sare, yours looks kinda nasty,” he teased kindheartedly, taking a big swig of his own before sliding it across the speckled Formica table to her. “If you promise it’s not poison I’ll take a chance,” he added, chuckling lightly.

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Carmy lifted his passionfruit guava smoothie and tapped the plastic cap against Sarah’s, nodding in wholehearted agreement. “Honestly, when I moved up here I kinda thought I’d get to escape the SoCal summer heat. But woof, today’s been brutal.”

He slid into the plastic bench at a nearby umbrella-ed patio, eyeing the woman’s pink-brown concoction warily. “Mmmm I dunno Sare, yours looks kinda nasty,” he teased kindheartedly, taking a big swig of his own before sliding it across the speckled Formica table to her. “If you promise it’s not poison I’ll take a chance,” he added, chuckling lightly.

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"Hey, cheers! We definitely deserved this little treat, today has been crazy." Sarah said, taking a sip of her chocolate and strawberry smoothie. Very cool and refreshing. "Wait, let me have a taste of yours. It sounded good when you ordered it. We'll do a little trade."

[carmyrodriguez]

carmy's shoulders visibly slumped with relief when the young woman admitted that the video he'd imagined horror headlines about and had already ticked his blood pressure up a couple of points did not, in fact, exist at all.

"ohmygodthankyou," he said in a rush, resisting the urge to lay himself down and just become one with the sand entirely. "seriously, you have no idea how great that is to hear. bless you for being one of the few humans left that don't constantly have their phone cameras on in the name of 'capturing content.'"

not that carmelo really had much room to talk. he made his living in front of cameras (albeit, typically ones whose price outpaced the latest iphone by at least a measure of 10). but influencing as a career path had done nothing but make his life more difficult over the last handful of years, and especially since the breakup. he didn't personally understand the fascination people seemed to have with dissecting the heartbreak of others and seeing someone's worst days played out in grainy, far-away shots made with cheap, amazon-ordered telephoto phone lens attachments, but even if he had understood that kind of warped schadenfreude, his attitude toward it would have significantly cooled in the last 12 months.

"well, danny, nice to meet a fellow nickname-preferrer," he said, offering a soft smile as his heart rate returned to its normal state. glancing back at the ocean from whence he'd come, he winced a little. "was it really that gnarly?"

At the sight of the phone in the woman’s hand, Carmy’s insides tightened. The last thing he needed right now was a meme of him getting absolutely barreled spreading across the internet. He could see the headlines now. “Carmelo Rodriguez’s Surf Life Mirrors His Love Life: A Total Wipeout” or “Netflix Heartthrob (Almost Literally) Drowns His Sorrows.”

He grimaced a little, his hand tentatively raising to the back of his neck. “Damn. I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could talk you into, y’know, not blasting that out to the vast and unforgiving expanse of the internet?” He asked, feeling unbelievably sheepish as he did. “Sorry, that’s a terrible way to introduce myself. It’s just, I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping my head down lately and I was kinda starting to dig the quiet.” Wiping a sandy hand on his board shorts, he stood and offered it to the woman. “But my mother would kill me if I let my first interaction with someone new amount to me just a few breaths away from a bribe. So, um, hi. I’m Carmelo, but honestly pretty much only my mom calls me that. Mostly it’s Carmy.”

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[carmyrodriguez]

At the sight of the phone in the woman’s hand, Carmy’s insides tightened. The last thing he needed right now was a meme of him getting absolutely barreled spreading across the internet. He could see the headlines now. “Carmelo Rodriguez’s Surf Life Mirrors His Love Life: A Total Wipeout” or “Netflix Heartthrob (Almost Literally) Drowns His Sorrows.”

He grimaced a little, his hand tentatively raising to the back of his neck. “Damn. I don’t suppose there’s any chance I could talk you into, y’know, not blasting that out to the vast and unforgiving expanse of the internet?” He asked, feeling unbelievably sheepish as he did. “Sorry, that’s a terrible way to introduce myself. It’s just, I’ve done a pretty good job of keeping my head down lately and I was kinda starting to dig the quiet.” Wiping a sandy hand on his board shorts, he stood and offered it to the woman. “But my mother would kill me if I let my first interaction with someone new amount to me just a few breaths away from a bribe. So, um, hi. I’m Carmelo, but honestly pretty much only my mom calls me that. Mostly it’s Carmy.”

@liadanashford

Location | The Beach Open Starter | @windsorbaystarters

carmy righted himself in the water, tugging himself back to his board by way of his still-attached leash and grabbed hold of the resin, pulling himself up to straddle his trusty board, splaying his hands in front of him on the cream-and-navy-colored surface. he shook his head, sending droplets flinging in a 360-degree halo from the ends of his dark curls. the solid surface of the board beneath his fingertips helped steady his nerves after the absolutely monumental wipeout he'd just experienced.

after a minute of letting himself sway with the undulating ocean and regaining his understanding of up and down, he paddled back to the shore, unhooking his ankle from the leash and hoisting the board under his arm, the soft-warm-staticky grains of sand attaching themselves to his wet feet as he scoped for a proper place to take a rest and enjoy the morning warming-but-not-oppressively-hot sun's rays before his day really needed to get underway. he spotted a familiar face along the shore and made his way over. "please tell me you didn't see that embarrassing spill," he said, setting his board down and lowering himself to the sand beside it.

[carmyrodriguez]

Location | The Beach Open Starter | @windsorbaystarters

carmy righted himself in the water, tugging himself back to his board by way of his still-attached leash and grabbed hold of the resin, pulling himself up to straddle his trusty board, splaying his hands in front of him on the cream-and-navy-colored surface. he shook his head, sending droplets flinging in a 360-degree halo from the ends of his dark curls. the solid surface of the board beneath his fingertips helped steady his nerves after the absolutely monumental wipeout he'd just experienced.

after a minute of letting himself sway with the undulating ocean and regaining his understanding of up and down, he paddled back to the shore, unhooking his ankle from the leash and hoisting the board under his arm, the soft-warm-staticky grains of sand attaching themselves to his wet feet as he scoped for a proper place to take a rest and enjoy the morning warming-but-not-oppressively-hot sun's rays before his day really needed to get underway. he spotted a familiar face along the shore and made his way over. "please tell me you didn't see that embarrassing spill," he said, setting his board down and lowering himself to the sand beside it.

[carmyrodriguez]

[      ✱      ] is  that  taylor zakhar perez ? no,  that’s  carmelo rodriguez,  a thirty-three year  old  living on the coral coast  who  uses he/him pronouns.  he  currently  works  as  an actor   and  has  been in windsor bay for about a year. he  loves  surfing, being on set, and sharing a meal with someone he cares about and  the  character  he  identifies  with  most  is  finnick o'dair from the hunger games.

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full name : carmelo joseph rodriguez

nickname(s) : carmy, carm, melo

hometown : la mesa, california

languages : english, spanish, some portuguese

gender : cis man

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orientation : bisexual

relationship status : single

family members in play :

none atm

other family :

mia rodriguez (mother); florist

fredrico rodriguez (father); investment banker

juliana rodriguez (younger sister); request coming soon!

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