#ingrid lozano

[aydinbarak]

Where: Holiday Market  Who: @ingridlczano​

“I always used to like skipping to Christmas right after Halloween, skip right over Thanksgiving. Then over the years I just wasn’t a fan anymore, but Renata’s little eyes getting bigger as she sees lights, decorations, and Santa makes me warming up to the idea of Christmas again.” Currently Aydin was shopping for gifts as well as more decorations to put up around the house, when he bumped into his friend Ingrid. Walking over to her he held up a  Christmas ornament. The ornament had Santa Claus bending over, Mrs. Claus in a very suggestive position behind him, “They don’t call them stocking stuffers for nothing, I guess.”

[providencepeakrp]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Ingrid Lozano.

Type of Connection: Mother.

Connection Name: Veronica Lozano, or UTP.

Connection Age: 46+.

Suggested FCs: Up to player but has to be of Mexican ethnicity.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Ingrid's relationship with her mother, Veronica, was marked by disappointment, abandonment, and a profound lack of maternal care. From a young age, Ingrid witnessed her mother's erratic behavior, which often involved disappearing for days on end, leaving her and her younger sister, Freya, to fend for themselves. Despite never being physically abusive, Veronica was emotionally absent and neglectful, prioritizing her own desires and relationships over her daughters' well-being. Veronica's involvement with a married man further strained their already fragile family dynamic, leading to financial instability and eventual abandonment. This betrayal shattered any remaining trust or hope Ingrid had in her mother, leaving her to take on the role of caregiver and provider for herself and Freya. Years have passed since either of the girls had seen or heard from their mother. The details of Veronica's departure, the life she led, and the reasons behind her absence still remain unclear. The specifics of Veronica's whereabouts and choices can be UTP, but I would love to discuss more about the details etc!

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? yes please.

[cjwelford-archive]

→ ingrid’s trailer. closed for @ingridlczano

It was hard to focus. Granted, it was always hard for CJ to focus for long periods of time, but normally he could get engaged in his friends’ stories, providing his own commentary and making jokes when appropriate. But tonight, he just couldn’t. He asked Ingrid if he could come over just to chill, feeling uneasy being at the apartment after his fight with Wren, unable to vocalize it to his roommates about it all. But Ingrid’s place was like a safe haven of sorts, away from everyone else, away from his issues.

Except that CJ wasn’t, because it was all bouncing around in his head still, and he had no idea how to stop it. 

He was aware Ingrid asked him some sort of question, looking up from where he laid on her couch, frowning at her in confusion and exhaustion. “Oh…green?” The lifeguard guessed, knowing immediately his answer was way-off from the original question. “Shit, sorry In. What did you ask? I’m just…not with it.” 

[verdadurmaz]

location — the sweet spot, downtown

character — @ingridlczano

"I'm happy to have you back, but I'm going to need you to take it easy for a couple of more weeks. Which, fear not, I have the perfect task for you. I've been making bengeints for the restaurant across the street," she paused, the one her now-wife owned, "but I just need someone to run them over and act as a liaison between us and them. It's not a forever thing, just this week and maybe next." At least until she figured out what she was going to do with herself and the wedding ring on her left hand that was tucked behind her back. "Is that okay?"

[atlaswilliams]

location — the sweet spot.

character — @ingridlczano

Was three minutes before closing an acceptable time to stop for sweets? He had considered for a half a second before the welcome bells chimed above. The spot was empty, a telltale sign that it was the end of the night. He'd contemplated the act of turning around and exiting before anyone could greet him, but the sight of a familiar woman left him scratching at his beard with a single finger as a boyish grin played on his mouth. "Hear me out, I'll take whatever you have left and I'll even let you charge me double... just please tell me you've got something left back there."

[seongxhyunwoo-archive]

LOCATION: The Sweet Spot WITH: @ingridlczano

With his family unwittingly ( yet again ) interfering with his attempts to reconnect with his son, Hyun Woo could no longer afford second changes. He was already on thin enough ice with his ex-wife as it stood. One more mishap, and he figured he might as well say goodbye to his chances of ever seeing his son. Perhaps a touch dramatic, but at this point Hyun Woo was not willing to take that chance. Hence why he desperately needed this help, and fast. Between constant flights to and from Colorado and California whilst dealing with his own storm of emotions for missing so much of his son’s life, Hyun Woo was completely losing track of what was happening when. Drumming his fingers on the table restlessly, he waited for the woman who assured him that she was fully capable of managing his schedule. Granted, managing his schedule entailed a bit more than ensuring he had no overlapping meetings. Hence why he suggested meeting to discuss the nuances of his situation, contemplating just how much needed to be divulged to impress upon her the importance of making his presence in San Francisco unquestionable without giving her all the dirty details of his messy personal life. After all, he wasn't trying to turn her into his full time personal therapist. Just a part-time personal assistant.

[khalilhassan]

location — milo's house party.

character — @ingridlczano

As a federal agent, he shouldn't have found a house party so entertaining. He knew of Milo to be someone Freddie was fond of, but he hadn't figured out the details in between. So, he considered being there nothing more than a little recon and drinking the liquor was only playing the part. He'd shouldered his way through a small crowd and by the grace of a higher power, hadn't spilled a drop from his solo cup. It was only when he'd made it outside that he released a breath of relief and stopped at the edge of the pool where someone else was standing nearby. "And I thought I was the only one who didn't want to partake in a Mortal Combat tournament," he joked weakly. "Feels like college all over again."

[tysingh]

closed starter for @ingridlczano at le cirque

Tyler didn't go out as much as she used to, her interest in being around a bunch of people waning with every passing year. That, coupled with the painful thud she felt in the back of her head from all the noise, made it a less enjoyable experience than she'd been hoping. Leaning over against the bar, Tyler put in her request for another drink, head shifting slightly towards the person next to her. "You look familiar," she mused, not placing at all where she knew Ingrid from. She just hoped it wasn't from something stupid she'd done, but there was always the chance that it was. "Why do I know you?"

[boyd-connors]

—Starter for @ingridlczano Location: The Sweet Spot at closing

"Hey," Boyd greeted as he approached the counter. He hadn't told Ingrid he was coming to escort her home, but with his timing, he was sure she probably knew his motives. "You closing up? Any chance you could swing me an only slightly stale pastry or something?"

[leticiaxoliveira]

ingrid lozano - continued from here

@ingridlczano

"Damn straight I do," she said with a humourless laugh. None of it was funny. If anything, she was certain that after being alive for three decades, it finally has happened: Leticia Camila Oliveira has officially lost her mind. And unfortunately, there wasn't much she was sure she can do about it. Sure, if she didn't have her twins, maybe she'd be able to go someplace. While that could be a potential option and she knew that there were, fortunately, people in town who'd be more than willing to watch over Leia and Belle, she couldn't do that. She couldn't risk making them feel abandoned by doing that, even though she knew her girls would understand. "I have been thinking a lot lately about that. Right now, I think that the best thing for me to do is hand the reigns over the Comic Lab to someone else and put my writing career on a hiatus so that I can focus on the twins. I think we need to get away from the States for awhile, go on an adventure... but I think that once we come back, I think it's best for us to start fresh. And maybe move out of Providence Peak to either Denver or Colorado Springs or something." It wasn't the author's initial plans. She truly meant it when she said they were here for good. Yet Providence Peak wasn't the same place as it was before and above all, her daughters weren't happy there anymore. While she wanted to still be close enough where they could visit Rachel, Eli and Asli and Alex, Atlas, Ingrid, and Yasemin whenever they can, she was starting to believe that a complete fresh start might be the best choice for the three of them. Glancing over, she smiled softly. "Please---thank you for being so amazing. I don't know what I would do without you."

[katerinadelarosa]

closed starter for @ingridlczano at the wedding

Weddings, or really any big party, were an environment that Katerina de la Rosa thrived in. It didn't matter if she knew people or not, she was going to have the best time regardless. After hanging around chatting with a few friends and familiar faces, Kat had wandered her way over to the bar for a drink, grabbing an extra when she spotted Ingrid across the way. Sidling up over to her friend, Kat offered the drink with a grin. "Drinks and then come dance with me?" she suggested with a shimmy of her shoulders, always ready to find any excuse to get out on the dance floor at events like this.

[aydinbarak]

Where: Bar  Who: @ingridlczano​

Aydin sighed as his fingers mindlessly scrolled through various dating apps. Bumble, Hinge, Tinder... verified on all accounts and yet not one single match. What bullshit, if his ego hadn’t of been so massive he might have been hurt by it. Drowning his sorrows of an uneventful night with Jameson’s and ginger ale. Conor locked his phone and placed it on the bar in front of him. He adjusted his posture on the stool and turned left to wave the attention of the bar tender. He perked up at the sight of her walking over, praying to god she could offer more than bad Christmas music and an even worse atmosphere. “So can you take a shot with me, or is this the kind of bar that bartenders can’t drink at?” 

[providencepeakrp]

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Character Name: Ingrid Lozano.

Type of Connection: Childhood Best Friend / On and Off Again Ex-Boyfriend.

Connection Name: UTP.

Connection Age: 30-35.

Suggested FCs: Jack O'Connell, François Arnaud, Scott Eastwood, Lee Junho, Luke Grimes, Alex Fitzalan, Tommy Martinez, or UTP.

CONNECTION DESCRIPTION:

Ingrid and him both came from broken homes, forming a natural friendship. He was her constant companion since forever – the best friend who lent a listening ear and a caring shoulder. As they grew into teenagers, he would seek solace in her trailer, and she always made sure he had a warm meal, no matter when. Amidst adolescent emotions, their friendship turned into something more, and while they had their ups and downs, their bond remained unbreakable. He saw her at her weakest and accepted her for who she truly was. They might have their arguments, but she knows he genuinely cares, and she stays loyal to him. No matter how bad things get between them, they are always there for each other. He is the one she trusts completely, the person she counts on without hesitation. Their connection is unwavering, surviving all the challenges that come their way.

Do you need to be contacted before someone applies? yes, please!

[cjwelford-archive]

→ barks and recreation adoption event, thursday 11th april 2024. closed for @ingridlczano

Shit. CJ’s eyes were welling up considerably, and he had been keeping as far away from the cats as possible, but it still didn’t seem to help, sniffling and rubbing at them as they began to itch. “Ugh, it’s like my stupid injections aren’t even working,” He lamented to Ingrid, “I swear the doc is just putting like…sugar syrup in them. Like the playdoh effort or whatever.” She knew what he meant, hopefully. Ingrid got him like that. At that moment he realized his newly appointed spouse wasn’t with her, frowning as he glanced around as if he could spy his roommate in the crowd. “Uh, where’s Seb? I thought he was coming here…” But there was a chance he probably misheard him when leaving for the day. "Anyway, see anything you wanna adopt? That ginger cat over there looks cute in an ugly old man way!"

[verdadurmaz]

location — verda's home, claret park.

character — @ingridlczano

After three glasses of wine, she'd stopped counting every tip of the wine bottle that now nearly sat empty on the coffee table before them. It was one of the few reasons she'd always preferred boxed wine — there was never any threat of being able to finish them off in one sitting. "You know what's crazy? We matched on tinder, you promised to carve my name into a tree, and now we're here." Despite how messy things had gotten between herself, Emmy, and everyone in between, she had never allowed things to blur between the two of them. "I'm just glad you didn't decide to run when you realized you're friends with a total mess."

[max-cortez]

location — le cirque

character — @ingridlczano​

He’d gone out back for a smoke away from the crowd up front. He wasn’t big on drunken assholes bumming cigarettes off some while trying to start fights with others. He’d burned through one stick before a rowdy crowd had joined him. After handing off a few cigarettes to tame their rowdiness, their company had been short lived before they were tossing their half-smoked cigarettes onto the ground. A few moments later, the smell of smoke filled the air from where a small fire began to consume a newspaper that had been tossed out. A few choice words slipped beneath his breath as he stomped at the paper. Just as he’d assured the fire was out, he heard the back door open. “If there aren’t security cameras back here, you might want to tell your boss to look into it. Some careless assholes could have made some real trouble,” he explained, the smell of a fresh burn filling the air. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t much, but it could have been worse.”