angellcas

[angellcas]

angel was currently cursing herself for approaching calvin in the first place, but it was way too late for that now. all she’d wanted to do was say hi to an unfamiliar face but that face was looking more perturbed by the second. “oh, hi. wait,” angel paused, squinting slightly to take a closer look at him. “you’re calvin, right? i follow you on instagram. i’m angel, but you probably have no clue who i am, right?”

starter: open location: rits apartments, rooftop pool.

laid on a sun lounger , beer in his right hand and a cigarette in his left , calvin was set to enjoy his day . the sun was shining and he’d already smoked a couple of joints to get him into his state of ultra-relaxation , there was nothing that could ruin his day. . that was , until a figure was suddenly stood before him , blocking his sunlight . a deep breath , he used the hand with his cigarette to lift his glasses but with the light behind the figure , he couldn’t figure out who was there . ‘ hello ? ‘ he mumbled, trying to block out the light. 

[angellcas]

the last thing angel wanted to do this evening was leave her apartment. she’d been so close to finishing a song she’d been working on for weeks but when your producer calls and asks to meet you at a bar, how do you say no? tapping her fingers on the bar and looking as if she sincerely doesn’t belong anywhere within ten feet of a place like this, angel perused the bar menu. she hadn’t really taken any notice of the people either side of her, or at least she hadn’t until she heard a woman speaking directly to her. 

“mine?” angel stuttered, eyes widening as it dawned on her that the voice was truly directed at her. her cheeks flushed lightly as she realised how apparent it was she was out of place here. “thanks, i’m just waiting for someone,” she trailed off, looking behind her. “but it looks as if they’re going to be late anyway so, sure. thanks, thanks! what are you drinking? it looks fancy.”

she’d spent the majority of the rainy summer day staring out the floor to ceiling window, the glass cast aside to let the turbulent airflow through her apartment and to let the cigarette smoke swirl out into the atmosphere. it was eerily quiet in her apartment, her baby grand taunting her from its position in the corner of the room. work hadn’t been distracting her appropriately. it took a while of her soaking in melancholy before she pulled a golden velvet duster over the short white slip dress she’d been lounging around in and exited the apartment door. she wasn’t going far, just to the lobby-esque bar adjacent to the Rits. as always, regulars mingled about as she perched on the bar stool furthest from the door. “manhattan, please.” she murmured to the bartender as she noticed the seats filling up. hayden paused for a moment before she reached for the vintage chanel purse she’d set on the stool beside her. “it’s yours if you want it,” she motioned to the seat as her drink was placed in front of her. she wasn’t one for small talk, but she also wasn’t one to occupy space which wasn’t hers. 

[angellcas]

maia mitchell,   cisfemale  ,   she/her.    ––   if you hang outside of the rits for long enough , you might catch angelica ‘angel’ reynolds leaving.   you know , the twenty-four year old recording artist   ?   i hear they’re in apartment 57B and have lived here at the rits for three years. tenants seem to deem them as rits’ resident quixotic, seems pretty fitting to me.

if you’d like to plot, please just like this and i’ll message you!

B I O

angelica (or angel, as she prefers to be called) reynolds was the only child born to two successful doctors who had hopes she would follow in the same path

although she tried and was well educated and intelligent enough to do so, her eyes have always been elsewhere

having to play violin for her whole childhood is what eventually lead her to music and writing her own

despite it not being what her parents wanted, they begrudgingly allowed her to pursue her interests in new york

P E R S O N A L I T Y

a chronic people-pleaser, angel has always done what other people ask from her and will do whatever it takes to be liked by someone

she’s clumsy and messy, always putting her own needs last if it meant she could prioritise someone else

good-hearted but often finds herself in tricky situations due to being led astray

passionate about her work to the point of insanity sometimes, spending days without sleep just to get the right melody

 W A N T E D  C O N N E C T I O N S

bad influence - someone who either uses angel or purposefully leads her astray, but she’s desperate to please

floor mates - people she sees regularly enough to consider an acquaintance and would probably love to know more about

elevator crush - the only time they ever meet is when they’re in the elevator and although angel finds them cute, she’s yet to pluck up the courage to speak to them

recent ex on good/bad terms - whether they decided to just be friends or it ended in flames, angel’s still a little torn up about it

party friends - when she finally decides to let loose, angel can be a little bit of a loose cannon and these two often stir up trouble together

confidant - angel and this person rely on each other for a shoulder to cry on at 2am or a hand to hold when they’re scared

friends with benefits - a complicated relationship where angel probably tries too much but she means well, it can either be toxic or sweet

and i’m open to brainstorming other plots as well, just let me know!!