rodneyhorowitz

[rodneyhorowitz]

chxses​:

The annoying thing about the town of Lovell was most, if not all, of the liquor stores figured out his face rather quickly during Chase’s freshman year.  More often than not, he kept seeing his mugshot posted around places, a DO NOT SERVE list with his face, a sharpie’d mustache, and, one occasion, a dart on his left cheek.  Liquor stores, dive bars, most of the dorms, the local Applebee’s - it never ended!  Chase was reliant on these assholes forgetting his face over summer break.  He had the entire town of Harrison, New York to bother, and bother he did.  He had successfully acquired a fake ID that was taken away the first day he got back to Radcliffe after going in a bar where he didn’t recognize the bouncer, who clearly recognized him - he was escorted down a block and a half away from the bar by the back of his t-shirt like a punished kitten.  Since plastic surgery wasn’t an option, he had to resort to begging like a dog, waiting for people to pass him by to ask for favors like a stupid appliances salesman from the fifties.  Sitting on the stoop of a corner store, with blue neon flickering into the night, the glow piercing through the smoke filtering up from his vape, he spotted someone walking, illuminated by the orange street lights that ran through the streets of the college town, squinting to see if he could make out who it was, waiting for them to cross his path.  “Wanna make twenty bucks?” he asked, before shaking his head when he realized the connotations.  “I don’t want to have sex with you, to clarify.  Probably.  We’ll see how the night goes.” *// @radopens​

Another skateboard, broken. It was the third one to break this month and had left him stranded on the streets alone, a bloodied gash sitting high up on his forehead and the knees of his jeans shredded and exposing raw skin. Sure, he’d put the board together himself, but it hadn’t been that poorly done. At least, he hadn’t thought so. It didn’t matter now. 

Rodney had picked himself back up off the ground after lying on the concrete for a few moments, where progressively louder groans had scraped out of his throat and into the open air as he wallowed in self-pity over the broken skateboard and his habit of fucking everything up. Jeans were dusted off and the remnants of his board were picked up and shoved deep into the bottom of his backpack before he righted himself and began heading for campus.

He hadn’t anticipated being spoken to on his way back as he’d grown comfortable in his perceived invisibility so having someone call out to him caused him to jump back, heels of his feet catching the curb and sending him stumbling back into the dark until he managed to catch himself. He stepped forward once his breathing had evened out, eyes squinting. 

“Sex?” Had he heard them say sex? “Did you say sex?” 

[rodneyhorowitz]

「dylan minnette & cis male」⇾ horowitz, rodney, the senior horton student’s records show that he is a libra and 21 years old. he is studying history, living in gorham and can be frenzied, adventurous, rowdy & inattentive. when i see him i am reminded of a basket of thrifted records with worn corners, books with splitting spines, and knee-high socks with stupid patterns. ⇽「perks & 24 & cst & she/her.」

the basics.

full name: rodney alan horowitz

nickname(s): prefers to be called rodney but most call him rod or roddy. 

age / birthday: twenty-one / september 24th

gender identity / pronouns: cis male / he&him

sexuality: heterosexual

year of study / major: senior / history

occupation: gift shop associate @ A Zoo

distinguishing features: one dumb face and a small stick n’ poke larry niven quote on his upper arm (”never fire a laser at a mirror”). 

personal style: rodney likes to be comfortable but he also likes to be the center of attention. bold colors, mixed fabrics, and t-shirts with you’d have to see the movie to get it quotes emblazoned across the chest are go-tos. he loves a good jogger paired with some sneakers and a ball cap. there’s absolutely no formalwear in his closet; he rents a suit if he needs one. he enjoys carrying around a beat-up backpack despite having nothing to put in it (textbooks? where?) and he won’t hesitate to rep swag from other schools if he got a good deal on it at a thrift shop near campus. 

background & personality. 

born in los angeles as one half of a pair but grew up in the san diego area until his family moved to philadelphia when he was ten. 

his mom is a meteorologist and his dad’s a composer & music teacher. 

along with his twin sister, he also has an adopted younger brother that is four years his senior and his parents just had a baby girl after rodney and his twin sister moved out bc they couldn’t deal with their nest growing smaller. 

his childhood was a bit weird. his uncle has lived in their basement for a while now and with his father teaching music out of his home studio, the horowitz house always had people bustling in and out. 

rodney’s always been a bit of a fuck up, especially compared to his twin sister. headcanon that he’s going to end up flunking out of college shy of a few credits but pretend i didn’t say anything. 

he’s never really responded well to labels. he’s not an extrovert but he’s not an introvert either. he just exists somewhere in the middle, able to maintain a conversation with just about anyone without worrying about where it’s going but also not confident enough to approach the other party first.

he’s very touch and go with relationships. he’s had girlfriends here and there throughout the years but nothing ever sticks. 

in an ideal world, rodney would keep the same group of friends for a lifetime. they'd never have a falling out, never leave him behind when they went on to bigger and better things while he keeps fucking things up. things would be so much easier if people weren't expected to grow.

details. 

collects used records, skateboards, science fiction novels, stupid socks, and stuffed monkeys bc he is obsessed with monkeys. 

owns a signed copy of ray bradbury’s “the illustrated man” but he left it back in philly bc he doesn’t trust himself to keep it safe. 

favorite films are 2001: a space odyssey, annihilation, solaris, children of men, blade runner (1982), and invasion of the body snatchers. 

misses the titi monkeys in the rare animal conservation center at the philadelphia zoo. 

will only eat chicken nuggets if they’re shaped like dinosaurs. 

give him yogurt pretzels or give him death. 

connections.

an ex-girlfriend from junior year that he avoids out of fear of awkward tension

a group of fellow idiots for him to hang out with

history majors that he embarrasses with his lack of knowledge

multiple tutors who have had to quit bc there was no chance of helping him

friends he parties with on the weekends

a few hook-ups maybe? if they can be bothered to make the effort?

smart lady he has big crush on and makes heart eyes at when he sees her around