Real World RP (CLOSED, open only to those listed)

[thomas_cox84]

This thread is only open to:

sharingfantasies
MistressAthena
astralkiss
onegirlarmy
rhev
ACursedDreamer
and me, thomas_cox84

The basic storyline is the same as "The Real World", seen on MTV. Seven strangers are picked to live in a house, and have to live with the different lifestyles of each and everyone in the house for about six months. One of you others start by arriving at the house, and I'll start mine after the first post. Be sure to start off with your character descriptions.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Diana

Diana Carell
22 years old
brunette, green eyes
36dd 27 38
5'7 135 lbs Isn't fat but not anorexic either. She has a mild mannered personality, shy but curious about people from other areas and going to a new city to live even for a short time. Isn't fond of confrontations or drama queens but will stand up against rude, inconsiderate people.


Secretary with aging mother, she needs the money from the show to help pay for mother's medical costs. She isn't interested in the fame but they pay pretty nice if you are willing to give up six weeks of your life. She is worried about leaving her mother for that long but she can call her and send photo/text messages on the phone she has given the Home's staff to use with her mother.

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Diana was so excited when she got the letter accepting her application for the newest Real World taping. She had seen all of the others on MTV and really wanted the opportunity to meet people from different places. She was a little concerned about some of the characters that seemed to crop up in every house but she assumed some of that drama was promoted by the producers to make the show more interesting. At least she hoped so. The important thing is that they would pay her enough money that she could take the time off work and put some aside for her mother's care.

As the car pulled up to the house, she looked out the window. This was going to be so exciting.

 

[rhev]

* * * OOC * * *

Jon Blue Sky
24 years old
Native American (Navajo tribe)
Hazel eyes with flecks of brown
Long black hair that reaches mid back when braided, waist when loose.
6 feet tall
190 lbs

Jon is a light hearted young man who earned a 2 year degree in business administration from a local community collage. A degree that he has been trying to put to use while working as a local shift manager on a smaller casino on his tribal reservation.

Jon is aware of how his ethnicity makes others feel and will often play it off, either hamming up the role of the wise ‘injun’ or playing the race card when it best suits him. While he doesn’t feel especially tied to his tribe, he does live on the reservation and is active in its community. He tells himself that it is simply cheaper tax wise to do so, but there may be more than that.

Jon joined the show quite simply for the fame. He knew that he was only chosen as the token ethnic character and is ok with it. His line of thought is that the exposure can only help him drum up business at the casino, which in turn will make him look good to his bosses.

On top of that, Jon is a little bit wild. Often drinking, sleeping, smoking, or screwing far too much for his own good, and the show sounds like it may be a lot of fun.


* * * IC * * *

Jon stepped off the bus and squinted up at the early afternoon sky. A good day for new adventures he thought to himself as he humped his loaded hiking pack the few blocks to the real world house. It was a nice clear day, with a cooling breeze blowing and a blue sky covering the world in its light. “My sky” Jon thought, the old joke he had heard his father, and grandfather each tell countless times since childhood. A corny, old joke, but one that still caused a smile to quirk his lips.

Firing up a cigarette, he took note of the surroundings as he walked. A nice neighborhood he guessed. Large houses, trees in some peoples yards, big yards. Generally very friendly atmosphere he supposed. A white neighborhood, that was for sure. Jon doubted that any of his housemates were the types who grew up in a trailer like he had.

Rounding the corner Jon got his first look at the house where he would be spending the next six months. However his attention was immediately drawn away from the house and onto the cute brown haired woman climbing out of the cab right in front of it. Tossing his cigarette butt to the curb he hustled to catch up with her as she pulled her luggage out of the trunk of the cab.

He hustled up right next to her, and then stood with his spine ramrod straight, arms folded over his chest with a serious expression on his face. When the woman turned around and saw him he spoke to her.

“How,” He started, with the classical Indian cliché. Then after just long enough of an uncomfortable pause, he stuck his hand out to shake hers and continued, “are you? I’m Jon, looks like we are going to be housemates.”

Jon grinned widely at his own sick sense of humor and waited to see how she would respond.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Diana

Diana was shocked into silence at first. Then she took in the bone structure, the long braid, the darker skin tone. She burst out laughing. Holding out her hand she said, "Hi Jon, I am Kemo Sabe."

Suddenly she frowned,"Well there is probably supposed to be a feminine version. Kemo Saba, Kema Sabe, who knows. My name is Diana, it is nice to meet you."

Picking up her bag, she waved in the direction of the house, "Shall we go see if we are the first people here? I am curious to see the inside of the house, they usually have pretty nice places on the show. Of course, compared to my apartment a trailer would seem huge." Laughing again, she began to walk up the driveway.

Looking behind her, she signaled with her chin, "Come on, what are you waiting for? A taxi? Too late, it just left. You are going to have to walk so, come on." she was still chuckling when he paused and looked at her like she was nuts.

 

[astralkiss]

*OOC*
Name: Kajsa Takanama
Age: 19 years old
Ethnicity: Half Swedish/Half Japanese
Hair: Long (waist length) and Golden Blonde and Straight
Eyes: Almondshaped and blue
Height: 5" even
Weight: About 90 lbs.
32c-23-32
Clear lightly tanned skin

Kajsa Takanama is a bubbly, fairly naive girl who is a former high school cheerleader, competitive dancer and was also the valedictorian. Basically, the girl every girl wanted to be and that all the guys wanted to be with.
She lives with her parents out in Massachusetts and is preparing to attend Harvard University when she returns for Japanese and Microbiology. Kajsa decided to take a year off after graduating, and decided to apply to the Real World. She thought there was no chance in hell they would take her application. She came from a cushy home and lifestyle, her father was a surgeon and her mother was a pharmacist, so she always was surrounded by luxury and money. She was also an only child, so that caused a whole other set of problems.
Overall, she is a very nice person unless otherwise provoked. Somewhat of a prude, she does like dancing and partying, but tries to watch herself so she does not overindulge.
Physically, she is gorgeous, with a model-perfect body. Her face is small and heart shaped, with Japanese features, blue coloured eyes, full lips, high cheekbones. Her hair is shiny and straight and falls downher back to her waist, golden blonde. Standing at 5 feet even, her small waist, fuller hips and full breasts make her an unusual physical specimen, along with her exotic facial features.
Kajsa's biggest problem is that noone every takes her seriously because of her blondeness, being a cheerleader and her looks. She wishes she could find someone who would love her intelligence and sense of humour and her heart, not her tits and ass. Everyone automatically thinks she is a ditzy slut, when in truth she is an inexperienced nice girl.
She is worried producers only chose her because of her looks, and worries that the other housemates will only look at her as a sex object or competition.

~IC~

Kajsa arrived at the house in the car. She felt trepidations run along her spine. She had brought with her two Louis Vuitton suitcases full of everything and her briefcases with the current research paper she was working on and her laptop. She hummed along to the radio until they reached the house. She could barely see two figures out of the corner of her eye.
Breathing in, she calmed herself down quickly, grabbed her Vuitton duffel bag on one shoulder, the briefcase in one hand and the rolling case in the other, her Prada purse on the non duffle bagged shoulder. She opens the door and steps out.
Clad in a denim miniskirt showcasing her legs, with espadrilles at a height of 4" to enlongate her body, she steps out with a dazzling smile on her face, dimples showing lightly in her cheeks. A tank top made of turquoise silk, beaded, matched her eyes and worked with her light tan. Getting her luggage, she walks closer to the people. Her sunglasses pushed up on her forehead, hair hanging straight to her waist like a sheet of gold, she looks at the two people.
"Hi! I'm Kajsa Takanama," she said happily with a toothpaste commercial smile.

 

[onegirlarmy]

Olivia Morrison

OOC:

Apologies for the long intro. Also, would it be possible for someone to come up with some sort of description for the inside of the house at some point, just so we know what we're dealing with?

Olivia 'Liv' Morrison
Age: 20
Measurements: 34c-25-34
Physical Description: Slim, with long, wavy auburn hair, pale skin and jade-green eyes.

Liv was one of those girls you never really associated with until college. With her scuffed turquoise Docs, slept-in hair and neverending collection of t-shirts from bands that are so far underground even the bands themselves don't know who they are, Liv was always a bit too strange for the one-style, one-look hallways of high school. Highly intelligent, snarky and sarcastic, Liv can come across as somewhat bitchy, but the truth is that her cold front is simply there to scare away any of the dishonesty and artificiality she often came into contact with back in high school. As a result, Liv only has a small circle of close friends, and while she's no stranger to romantic relationships, her personality has made it difficult for her to cultivate lasting ones. Dared into applying for 'The Real World' by her friends, Liv's acceptance is a mystery to all - even herself. After all, what could be more artificial than 'reality' television?

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IC:

Liv idly scuffed her shoe against the pavement, an old habit of hers. It was no wonder she lived in her Docs; they were the only shoes that could withstand her often irritating habits.

She had instructed the cab to drop her off at the corner of the street, wanting to check out her new neighbourhood before approaching the house that was to be hers (and several others') for the next few months. The tree-lined street was certainly appealing, and the houses all looked large enough to accommodate several people, but Liv was certain that her new house would grow smaller and smaller the longer she spent inside.

For the millionth time, she questioned herself about her decision to go on this show. It wasn't for the fame, surely - she couldn't remember a single person who had gained actual 'fame' from reality TV - and it wasn't for the money (ramen and a dorm room was enough for her at the moment). Shrugging inwardly, Liv just went with the answer she usually came up with - why not? A semester off college wasn't too big a deal, and a new atmosphere may prove exciting.

Whatever the reasons, inward debate wasn't about to get her anywhere. Seeing several others standing around in front of a fairly nice-looking house, Liv quickened her pace, smoothed her black wifebeater (which she wore even though she detested the name) down over her flat stomach and hooked her thumbs into the beltloops of her (very) distressed jeans. As she approached the group, she noted their varied appearances and smiled slightly. At the very least, this group would be different.

"Well. Are we going in or just staring?"

 

[rhev]

Chuckiling softly Jon shifted his large backpack and answered the new arrival, "Yeah, lets get inside, this pack is heavy. It's nice to see that so many of us are punctual at least."

Jon started for the front door.

 

[astralkiss]

Kajsa quickly introduced herself to the newcomer (Liv) as she walked up following everyone else.
"Hi. My name's Kajsa Takanama," she said and smiled lightly.
Kajsa dragged her suitcases along with her purse and duffel bag.
She looked around briefly at every once else. One of the woman was pretty but seemed fairly quiet. The other seemed wild, with her long flowing hair, scuffed Docs and black tank top. The man, on the other hand, she thought, for one thing, looked Naitve American, which was cool, she wasn't going ot be the only one who was a bit "different" in the house, and on the other hand, he seemed very chilled out and laid back.
All in all, so far so good, she thought.

 

[rhev]

Jon walked in and immediately threw his huge backpack down onto the floor in the living room. Poking his head back out the door he called out to the women, “Any of you need help with your bags?”

 

[rhev]

Jon smiled at the short perky girl as she bounded past him luggage in tow.
“Interesting,” he thought while looking at her, “Japanese name, obviously mixed heritage, overly bubbly personality.”
Jon immediately began thinking of a slew of blonde jokes that he could whip out if she did something stupid. He went back inside the house and started wandering around checking the place out, possibly so he could stake out his room first.

 

[thomas_cox84]

(Since someone asked nicely, a simple house layout: Two story house, decorated in bright reds and yellows on the first floor, which includes the living room, kitchen, bathroom, the diary room for recording your personal diary on camera, gameroom with pool table and bar, and an outside deck with a built in pool and free-standing jacuzzi. Second floor includes all the bedrooms and the laundry room, as well as two additional bathrooms. All three of the bathrooms are full bathrooms with shower stalls. There is no television in the house. The only connection to the outside world is the radio in the living room and the telephone in the diary room. The bedrooms are divided like this: There is a blue bedroom, a green bedroom, and a pink bedroom. The blue bedroom has three beds, the other two have two beds each.)

OOC
Tom Cox
21 years old
dark brown hair and eyes
5'10 235 lbs
A former jock, Tom has a muscular build and isn't afraid to show it. These days, he really isn't in to sports anymore, and his drive focuses on music. He started a rock band at the age of 19 named Gripfront. Since then, Gripfront has been on the rise, and Tom is using the show to get a little publicity for the band. The money will go towards him getting another guitar as well. Tom is very mild-mannered, and doesn't appreciate when any man treats a woman unfairly. He'll stand for what he believes is right, even if it means being sent to the hospital.


IC
Another stretch limo pulls up to the house, a two-story house from the looks of it. The door is opened and out steps a muscular-builded man with a guitar case. The driver pops the trunk open and the man grabs his belongings, which consist of two large luggage bags, and an overnight bag, probably his toothbrush, razor, and other things. He gets to the door and opens it, yelling out,

"Hello?!"

when he steps in. He closes the door, puts his stuff down and looks for the other houseguests. He rounds the corner into the living room and sees the spiral staircase in the middle of the house, pretty much in the doorway of the living room leading into the kitchen. There are feet on the staircase and a couple of houseguests in the kitchen. He dusts his hands off onto his pants and then offers one of them to shake.

"Hi, I'm Tom, and you are?"

 

[rhev]

* * * OOC * * *
I apologize if I make any mistakes that fans of the real world would immediately recognize, but I think I’ve seen a total of maybe 2 episodes of real world in my life (I don’t watch TV much).

* * * IC * * *

Dumping his backpack on a bed in a wildly decorated blue colored bedroom, Jon glanced out a window to see a limousine pull up. Heading downstairs he found the other guests greeting the new arrival in the kitchen.

"Hi, I'm Tom, and you are?"

Jon strode into the kitchen smiling.
“Hi Tom, I’m Jon Blue Sky. You can call me Jon or Blue.”
Dropping into his best Will Farrell impression he thumped his fist against his chest and declared, “You’re my boy Blue, you’re my boy!”
He chuckled softly, “I love that movie. Welcome to the house Tom,” and stuck his hand out in greeting.”

 

[onegirlarmy]

Liv

Liv was thankfully saved from having to answer to the overly enthusiastic Kajsa by the group's entrance into the house. She hadn't had enough coffee yet to adequately deal with the bubbly blonde without snapping unnecessarily.

Pointedly ignoring the offer of help out of principle - while not a raging feminist, she evidently had enough strength to carry the fairly large duffel bag that contained her possessions and resented that anyone else should feel the need to - Liv walked through the entranceway, peeking through doorways as she went. Suitably impressed with the ground floor, she ascended the spiral staircase to inspect the second floor.

Stopping dead at the top of the staircase, Liv shuddered. Pink. There was only one thing she hated more than the color pink, and that was seeing men in the color pink. Confident, however, that Kajsa would adore the bedroom and it would therefore be occupied by females, she moved on. Blue was next, and while she did have a fondness for the color, the three beds signified one more person (well, two more people, if she was being really honest) than she'd be comfortable sharing a room with, so she continued on to the next bedroom, feeling a little like Goldilocks in her exploration. Setting her duffel down on the bed in the green room closest to the window, Liv sighed.

With her exploring finished, she could no longer avoid the inevitable meet-and-greet. Liv headed downstairs, making no effort to muffle the sounds of her steel-lined boots.

Think of it as a warning.

 

[astralkiss]

Kajsa quickly explored the bottom floor of the house, satisfied with the amenities. Tossing her hair aside, she shuffled up the stairs, a bit weary and feeling like the usual reaction to her personality was ever present, she sighed and walked up the stairs.

Jesus, that is a lot of pink, she thought. Too much, she thought, almost gagging at the sight of it. Although she liked pink, the colour in that intensity decorating a whole bedroom unsettled her. A lot. However, she continued in her search, deciding that she would put her stuff on a bed in the blue bedroom, and if anyone did not want to be in the pink, she would concede and let them have her bed in the blue bedroom.

Putting her purse down, she opened it, pulled out a hair tie and pulled her long blonde hair into a sloppy bun. Retrieving her glasses, she quickly went to the bathroom and took her contacts out, switching them with cute black frame glasses that were a bit retro and made her look a bit less trendy. Sighing, she deposited her contacts case, pulled her high shoes off and slipped on flip flops from her bag. She looked at herself in a mirror, decided that she was a bit more comfortable, and with the addition of a Harvard University hooded sweatshirt she bounded down the stairs to meet her roommates.

She smiled when she rejoined the roommates in the kitchen, her look a bit toned down, her outfit now consisting of her original tank top and skirt with a Harvard oversized sweatshirt and her hair up with glasses on. She looked decidedly a bit more down-to-earth. She took a seat in the kitchen on the nearest chair and waited for introductions to begin.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Diana

Smiling at the newcomers, Diana dragged her wheeled suitcase up the stairs. She wondered how many men and how many women would be coming to the house. As far as she could tell just by looking at faces a couple of the people were quite a bit younger, or she laughed to herself, she was quite a bit older.

There were three females and two males so far in the house and from the looks of it, no one wanted pink. It was an overwhelming pink, almost fuschia and Diana couldn't imagine why anyone would want to paint a room that way. Not only did it shock rather than soothe the senses but anything or anyone in it clashed with the garish look.

She didn't know who else was coming but she wasn't sure if it was fair to make anyone sleep in here. One of the girls had taken the one bed in the green room and one had claimed the blue room. It looked like Jon's bag was also in the blue room. It sort of made sense for the three females to take the blue room but, shrugging her shoulders, if some people wanted to go coed, that wasn't a problem with her. She sort of thought it would be funny if the guys got the pink room, or maybe she should take the pink room and see if they all ended up with co ed rooms.

Having amused herself with her mental musical chairs, Diana decided that it wasn't fair to the guys if they didn't want to go coed, so she rolled her case down to the green room. The girl, Olivia had put her things in here. She seemed a little calmer, quieter than Kajsa, and Diana was definitely not used to the "dorm room" energy that Kajsa brought with her. Unpacking quickly, she hadn't brought much with her besides jeans and tshirts, and one dress, Diana took up a couple of hangers and half the dresser.

Deciding she was going to have to get over her shyness at some point, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then headed downstairs to do the meet and greet with the others. She wished it didnt' take her so long to get used to people.

Downstairs she quietly introduced herself to Tom and then moved closer to Jon. Having met him first she felt a little more comfortable with him. Leaning against the kitchen counter where the group had decided to meet, she tried to remember to ignore the cameras that were watching each of them so closely.

Everyone was sitting or standing around looking at everyone else waiting to be the first to speak, so Diana decided to take the opportunity to break her shyness now.

"Hi, I am Diana Carell. I am 24 years old. I am a secretary in a law firm in southern California. It is nice to be here."

 

[rhev]

“Yeah, watch out for this one,” Jon said elbowing Diana in a playful chum like manner, “She’s a real cut up.” Tossing her a wink and a nod, Jon put his arm around her and continued, “But being the honest, morally responsible, and lets not forget wise….” He paused again looking into the air for a moment before continuing, “Oh yeah, and lets not forget devastatingly handsome man that I am, I shall protect you all from her rapier wit.”

“I feel it would only be doing my duty as a good housemate, you have my word, Jon Blue Sky, son of James Blue Sky, son of Dances with Grapefruit, son of … you get the point. So therefore, Diana, please feel free to direct any of your scurrilous jabs at me.” He winked at her again, “especially if they are lewd and sexually inappropriate.”

Laughing at his own joke, hoping the others would find the humor in what he said, Jon continued on. “So, I checked the fridge, looks like its fully stocked, including some ice cold suds. How bout we crack a few open and hit that Jacuzzi I saw out back? No better way to get to know someone then with some cold ones and a hot Jacuzzi!”

 

[ACursedDreamer]

Sorry for the Late Arrival

*OOC*
Name: Marcus Lee Xavier
Age: 21 years old
Ethnicity: Irish/Serbian
Hair: Long Black Hair
Eyes: Pale Green
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs.

There is really only one way to describe Marcus. He’s pretty. He’s a pretty, "young teenager". Long black hair, tied back in a pony tail hangs down his back a pair of black sun glasses usually adorn his face, hiding his innocent pale green eyes. He dresses in “gothic” fashion, usually all black, a pair of tight black slacks and a tight black short sleeve shirt, leaving his pale arms exposed. His wrists are covered in scars, usually only visible when his bracelets are off, small silver rings and polished nails give his small hands a very feminine appearance.

Marcus' life has been less than wonderful, He'd got handfuls of stories that would make most people break down and cry. He rarely smiles and is usually at the very least, curious about what people want and expect from him... and how did this little "gothic" pretty boy end up here you ask? A dare. His girlfriend dared him to do something crazy, and very out of character and low and behold he got accepted. When he told his now ex-girlfriend she flipped out and broke up with him, especially when he told her he was going and nothing would stop him.

**IC**
Marcus arrived at the house, stepping out of the car onto the city streets he looked around cautiously. His courier back at his hip, a pair of white cords running from his hip up to his ear from his Ipod. "Holy Shit..." He said softly, staring up at the house.

He grabbed his duffle bag from the trunk and slowly made his way for the door, taking a moment to absurb everything that was going on around him. He walked up to the house and made his way inside.

After clearing his throat and pulling his headphones out of his ear; he called out "Umm... Hello?"

Marcus stood at the doorway looking a little more nervous, hiding behind his black shades keeping his pale green eyes from showing too much. He had a bad habit of betraying his own personal weakness through those eyes. He was dressed in a nice pair of black jeans with a huge studded leather belt, a black and silver brocade shirt, black fishnets on underneath. A long leather trench coat slung over the duffle bag at his feet.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Diana

Jon had a way of making Diana feel right at home. Teasing her about her humor and saying he was going to protect the others made her laugh. But she looked at him with her eyes narrowed when he said he was from the clan of "Son of Grapefruit". Somethings she just couldn't let by.

"Son of Grapefruit? Not apple, or orange or even watermelon, but grapefruit? Interesting. So then that would make me... daughter of Lemonade?"

Jon's humor was funny, similar to Diana's but she knew he made all these Indian jokes to throw them out there before someone else did. She guessed he had been hurt a few times by some comments. With his arm over her shoulder she felt comfortable, so when he suggested the jacuzzi, it sounded like a good idea to her.

The others introduced themselves and Diana tried to get the names straight. She was good with faces but names were always hard for her to remember. Once they had all gone through their names, they decided Jon had a good idea.

"If we are getting wet, I need to change. Be right back." Ducking out from under his arm, Diana headed back for the staircase, she noticed the door start to open so she paused watching.

The door opened slowly and in stepped a guy that was probably the prettiest man she had ever seen. His features were so delicate set in his masculine face, that she had to look twice to see if he was a she or not. The long hair made it difficult to tell at first. He hesitantly called out a hello, which made Diana smile. Now shyness she recognized. Turning from the stairs she went over to him, "Hi I am Diana, welcome. The bedrooms are upstairs, we are going out to the jacuzzi so everyone is changing. Come on up, there are a couple of beds left but let me warn you, there is a horrendous pink colored room up there we have all be avoiding. You might be stuck with that one. Come on."

Turning towards the staircase, she headed up, not realizing she had been talking so fast, she forgot to let the poor guy introduce himself.

 

[rhev]

Jon waved to the new arrival then ducked back into the kitchen, heading for the fridge to grab some beers. He paused in the kitchen and looked at the others. Flipping his head sharply so his dark braided hair fell forward in front of him, he grabbed the braid and began tugging on it lightly. He turned to Tom and said “I think we are going to have to buy you a long hair wig so you can fit in bro.”

Chuckling, Jon grabbed some beers out of the fridge and then headed out back towards the Jacuzzi, not bothering to wait and see if anyone was following him.

 

[thomas_cox84]

After the introductions and still missing one houseguest, Jon suggested everyone head for the jacuzzi. Tom smiled at him, Jon said exactly what he was thinking. Attempting to follow them out, Tom heard a knock at the door. Tom made an about face and headed for the door. He opened it, and a package delivery guy was there.

"Real World house?"

"Yes, sir," Tom replied.

"Sign, please."

Tom signed the man's slip, and the man handed him an envelope. Tom opened it and read it. It was instructions for living in the house. He took it out to his castmates.

"Hey guys, letter came for us. Dear Real World cast, I'm sure you're all adjusting well to your surroundings. You're all probably in the jacuzzi at this moment, so I'll be short-worded. Inside this envelope, you'll find a text-messaging device so I can communicate with you and not have to waste money on postage. Also in this envelope are the keys to your community vehicle for this cast, the 2006 Hummer H3 Hybrid, yellow in color, and with "Real World" placards on the sides. You all may use this vehicle to navigate the streets of your temporary hometown of Las Vegas, Sin City, Nevada. Also, I've noticed that the girls have pretty much taken over the blue and green bedrooms. For the guys that haven't picked bedrooms yet, there's only a pink bedroom left. Marcus and Tom, since you're sort of stuck with pink, and you're both 21 year old gentlemen, I'm sure you don't want pink in that bedroom. I've included some money for you to buy three gallons of any color paint you want for that bedroom. Take the car. I'll be sending you more instructions on living in my house tomorrow, inlcuding your job assignments. Sincerely yours, The Landlord."

"I guess Marcus and I get first dibs on the Hummer. Let's go buddy."

Tom re-entered the house, took the money and the keys out of the envelope and set the envelope on the bar.

"So where you from Marcus?"

Tom listened to Marcus tell his story as they approached the new vehicle.

 

[rhev]

“Awww dang guys, that’s a shame. Well, have fun on your trip. I guess I’ll just have to stay here and keep the gals company while your gone,” Jon said with a huge shit eating grin on his face.

He opened the back door and went out onto the patio calling out behind him “You ladies coming?”

After setting the beers down within easy reach of the Jacuzzi he turned it on, and stripped down. He hadn’t brought any swimming trunks, hadn’t thought about it. Very comfortable with nudity however he pulled off his t shirt exposing his smooth, hairless chest, not well muscled but in good shape. Then he slid off his jeans and boxer shorts, revealing his trimmed pubic hair and cock, normally a sizeable 8 inches when hard, but currently mostly flaccid. He slid into the Jacuzzi and leaned back, enjoying the warm water.

Cracking open a beer he thought “yeah, this could be nice, now where are the girls?”

 

[ACursedDreamer]

Marcus

Marcus' head was spinning at the whirlwind pace of everything going on around him. Marcus smiled at the friendly feminine face that greeted him. He listened to her speedy speach and followed her upstairs, dropping off his duffle bag and trench coat, along with the courier bag in the hideious pink room. "It's not so bad," he said softly, "Oh by the way... My name is Marcus. Marcus Lee Xavier. You can call me Marcus. I'm sure everyone will adapt a nickname or so at their own pace, so until then Marcus will do." He was rather soft spoken and kinda shy, He lifted those black shades and smiled at Diana, showing off those beautiful pale green eyes before quickly catching up with Tom and following him out towards the H3.

"I'm from Chicago. I worked their in one of the hospitals as a Phlebotomist. Vampire. Blood Sucker. Take your pick. I'm certified in First Aid and CPR. Hopefully I won't have a need for it around here. Things move pretty quick around here huh, Tom?" Marcus cast a glance back at the house and a small thin smile crossed over his lips. His glasses back in place. "You know, I've never been to Vegas. Never gambled before either. Hell, I don't think I even know how to play Poker. Shit. What the hell am I doing here?" He spoke with a bit of speed and just a touch of nervousness. Trying not to seem too anti-social, he wasn't anti-social per se. He was just very quiet usually. He did like talking about work though, and in most conversations it would become quickly apparant he tended to stear clear of talking about his family.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Diana

Using one of the bathrooms to change in, the bathrooms the only rooms that didn't have a camera, Diana sat on the bed and waited for her new roommate to change. Liv seemed quiet, and Diana liked that. Despite her chatterbox approach to Marcus, Diana usually only talked when she had something to say. Living alone since her mother had entered the adult assistance home, left Diana with no one to really talk to. She missed her mother, at least the mother her mother had been five years ago. Now, her mother didn't know who Diana was half the time.

Diana called out to Liv, "I will meet you downstairs," then tightened the belt to her cover-up. Her one piece suit was cut on the bias, with colorful blue and green stripes running diagonally in a criss cross fashion, againt the black background, The suit supported her large breasts and minimized her hips. She always liked the way it made her feel, perhaps not like a movie star or model but not like a "beached whale" some guy had called her once. It was hard to be this big on top and fit well into a suit, but Diana had learned that the trick was good support and an attitude that pretended that she didn't even care.

As she went down the staircase, her thong sandals flopped against her heel. Marcus and Tom had headed off to the paint store and she wondered what color they would choose. It was really nice of the landlord to allow them to paint it.

She wandered through the other rooms downstairs. It was a great house and she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to live in this huge home all the time. When her mother had reached the point that she needed full care assistance, Diana had sold the small two bedroom house she had grown up to help pay for some of the costs. Now she lived in a tiny studio apartment above a furniture store.

She heard movement on the staircase and figured the other girls were coming down so she headed in that direction. She had waited because she was a little nervous, she hadn't ever been in a jacuzzi before and she wasn't sure about the procedures.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

Meeting Kajsa

Marcus turned, standing by the door of the H3. He looked to Tom and then back. "Umm.. yeah. We... were just going to get some paint for that "wonderful" pink room." Marcus still wore that very thin smile on his face, a long with his sunglasses, his hair was long, about mid back in lenght and pulled back into a tight and neat ponytail. He held out his hand to her, "Umm Hi. My name's Marcus. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He pulled the door to the H3 open and offered her the seat in the front Passenger side. "Ladies first.." He said softly, giving a slight bow as he held the door open for her.

 

[ACursedDreamer]

In the Hummer

"I'm Marcus. Marcus Lee Xavier. I was just telling Tom that back home, if you could really call it that, in Chicago I worked as a Lab Tech/Phlebotomist in one of the Hospitals and that I know CPR and First Aid, and hope to never need to use it around here."

He closed the door and then climbed into the back of the H3, talking mostly out of nervousness and wanting to fit in,w hich was visible by the slightly more acclerated speed at which he spoke. It was obvious he was nervous. "So.. what about you?"