RENT

FINALLY, here are my charries::::

Name: Simone
Age: 20
Looks: (With some tattoos...)

This, but way smaller and on her left wrist:

And this, which is small and behind her right ear:


Bio: Finally out of high school, because of the way things worked out with a late birthday and an unfortunate incident on a math final. After she graduated (she lived in LA) she moved here. Her parents are dirt poor, but her uncle is rich and she plays on his sympathies to get money. Not planning on going to college this year, possibly the next, as she was hoping for a gymnastics scholarship that was lost when she didn't graduate on time. Anyways, she's been here for about a week, living in a 3 star hotel (on the low end of three stars, anyway) until she can find a roommate and a decent apartment. She's debating on where she should start job hunting...she's just been trying to have fun the past few days. She's considering a part-time at a nearby cupcakery.
Personality (optional): Outgoing, funny, sarcastic. Thinks fast. Other than that, TBD.

Name: Owen
Age: 23
Looks:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/91/Oliver_Hudson.jpg/220px-Oliver_Hudson.jpg

Bio: He has a part time job that he's dedicated to-he works at the library in the mornings, then parties at night. He was the typical perfect kid in school, so this is a surprise and out of the comfort zone for him. He gets paid well, since no one wanted the job and he was smart enough to negotiate.
Personality (optional): TBD.

(( Ok, bump??? ))

((You need to write intros...))

((I want to figure out who they're gonna be talking to first, cuz that affects what the intros ARE))

((GM and make one be already friends with Breana... She can show up at her house and then whatever.))

Owen: I walked into Bree's living room. "Hey, Bre, you here? I brought coffee!" I screamed throughout the apartment, not seeing her in the living room.
((Simone is still open.))

Breana- "In here!" I shouted from my bed room. I sat indian style on my comforter. Eyes focused on the tv. The voice was none other than Owens. "And thanks!" I waited for him to walk into my bedroom. I grabbed a sweatshirt off my chair in the corner of the room because I was only wearing shorts and a tanktop, and I felt it was kind of innopropriate.

Owen: I walked in, glancing at TV. "Whatcha watching?" I looked at Bree, seeing her throwing on a sweatshirt, getting a little tangled in the sleeves. "Let me rephrase: What are you doing? And where's Clarissa?"

Breana- "Hey." I adjusted myself on the bed and played with the discombobulated sleeve. "What's up?" I stood up and hugged Owen tight, then proceeded to answer his questions. "I'm watching Teen Mom. I WAS trying to put on a sweatshirt before you came in here so I didn't look totally indecent, but as you can see that didn't work out as I had planned. Clarissa is in her room, sleeping in her crib." I glanced at the TV and then back at him. "Anything else, Nosy?" I laughed and say back on the bed patting it down as a gesture for him to take a seat.

Owen: I walked over and flopped on the bed. I swore she had the fluffiest bed in the building. "Yeah. Why do you watch that stuff? You know its not gonna help you. What, are you waiting for a casting call for next season?"

Breana- "Shut your mouth!" I pushed him with all my might. "No, I laugh though, because they make their lives seem so good... Look at where I am. I do this on my own and don't have two dollars." Clarissa started crying from the other room. I ignored it.

Owen: I sighed and got up, walking towards Clarissa's room. "They also get a paycheck from the show. And you don't do this on you own." I said, letting my voice fade into a quiet hush as I tried to calm down Claire. I never called her Claire in front of Bree, though. I had a feeling she wouldn't like the nickname.

Breana- "Thanks." I got up and followed him into Clarissa's room. "She has to learn to self-sooth. Leave her be." I looked at my phone. "Aidyn's gonna be over soon, and he's bringing a friend I think.."

Owen: As I softly shut the door behind me, I spoke. "I understand that she has to learn, but then you can't have people over. I mean, your kid's crying in the room next door, and your gonna have people over? I can't even hear myself think. How are they going to react to this?"

Breana- "I don't friking know. She's usually good. Never really cries much... Maybe something's wrong..." I reopened the door and Clarissa sat up in her crib. She looked at me and stopped crying. I lifted her up and set her on my hip. I put my lips to her forehead. "She feels warm."

Owen: I leaned against the doorframe. "Want me to call the doctor? WebMD?" I said, laughing lightly at the thought of trusting the internet for Claire. "What's Aidyn's number? I'll call him off. I'm sure he'll understand." I whispered, suddenly serious.

Breana- "Okay, I know this is no time for drama, but /what/ do you have against Aidyn." I glanced around the room and walked over to the cabinet where I kept medicine. I took out the bottle of tylonal and while I balenced Clarissa on my hip, I got the right dose and poured it into her mouth. She caughed and bit, then grew quiet again. I turned and stared at Owen, still waiting for a responce.

Owen: "I have absolutely no problem against Aidyn except for the spelling of his name-" I held up my hand, seeing her open her mouth. We had had this debate a billion times. "-I mean, really, why does he /have to/ be different than the rest of us, right down to his name, which is already pretty weird...but I digress. I just don't think anyone at all should be over when your kid is sick, much less a friend like me or Aidyn, because then we'll distract you from taking care of her." I paused for a moment. "I should leave." I started to walk toward the living room, where I had dumped my bag when I first walked in, half-hoping she would stop me. I had nowhere else to go, nothing left to do. Hanging out with her and Claire was the highlight of my day, and I was hoping mine would last a little bit longer.

Breana- "Owen. Why are you so damn jealous of him?! And don't leave. She's teething. Big deal. She'll be fine. And I don't need anyone else walking out on me! What's that even suppose to mean? You talk in riddles."

Owen: "Now, fine. /You/ tell /me/." I leaned against the back of the couch crossing my arms like a parent listening to their kids story about unicorns and wizards. "/Why/ am I jealous of him?"

Breana- "NO. Tell me." I glanced at him. "What do you mean he's /different/? Just..." I groaned.

Owen: "Thing is, Breana, I'm not jealous. So if I 'am', you'll have to tell me why. And forget the different thing, I just think different spellings of names are stupid." I smiled, tilting my head. "Now, enlighten me. Jealous, huh?"

Breana- "I dunno... Whatever..." I bounced Clarissa on my lap who was wide awake now. "Anyway, what's up? You needed something? Or just wanted to chill?" I took a sip of my coffee that was getting cold.

Owen: "Oh no no." I said, walking towards her. "You are /not/ getting out of this. Why am I jealous?"

Breana- "I don't know... You just seem to like I don't know, get mad or something when I bring him up. I really think you dislike him."