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closed starter for @leonsout​ location: yet again, their apartment

“okay, listen to me -- one time was fun, two times is... somehow understandable? but the seventh time?” his eyebrows are raised in either surprise, disbelief or ... whatever else you could be raising your eyebrows for in this situation, honestly. “are you trying to memorize the entire movie as fast as you can?” 

#pls . ignore the text #also u know which movies he's talking about #* chat. #ft. leon

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leonsout​:

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 "Yeah, I guess, I dunno.“  It seemed silly now to be worrying about the wonder not-twins when so much more had happened at the party. I mean, a guy was dead. And he might have helped kill him with the demon he’d summoned  ––  No, doesn’t matter what Eli said, Leon was entirely confident in his ability to summon demonic creatures. And still… he couldn’t stop thinking about Clive and Claire.  "You’re right, fuck them. Though I may… well, I kinda was the one who sought them out. Wanted some confrontational closure kinda thing? It was stupid."  His hand dives into the popcorn bucket again, slower to bring the food to his mouth this time.  "How was your night, though? Were you just… here?”

“you sought them out? damn, that’s -- i mean, i get it, i guess?” shifting on the couch a little, eli let out a sigh. “i might’ve done the  same thing, honestly. i’m not here to judge -- not really, at least. it’s not stupid, dude,” he paused, swatting leon’s hand as it came out of the popcorn bucket and throwing him a glare before continuing, “it just shows that you still care about them in some way.” eli then shrugged and nodded, eating some popcorn for himself. you know. before it was all gone. “i was just here, yeah. where else was i supposed to be? some magical place called ‘not-here’?” 

#ft. leon #* chat.

[eeeeelijah]

closed starter for @murdrhewrote​ location: central park, somewhere. probably.

“alright, if everyone can just keep their cool today -- i’m looking at you specifically, dolly -- that would be great. you know what happens if you don’t.” a small pause as he looks over all of the dogs faces, one by one -- no response, of course. “that’s right. no treats and 5 minutes less of playing with the ball of awesome. correct. let’s go.” eli had finally picked up all the dogs for his evening walk, and he was ready to rock and roll. 

everything was fine and dandy for about five minutes. five blissful minutes -- until one of the dogs (of course it was fucking dolly, that little monster wasn’t raised right) noticed another dog coming up ahead and started barking, riling up all the other dogs. “GOD. I AM SO SORRY. THEY USUALLY DON’T -- OH WHO AM I KIDDING, THEY DO THIS ALL THE TIME!” eli definitely had to scream. sorry, kind-stranger-with-only-one-dog.

#fucking dolly #* chat. #ft. rico

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lennonduffy​:

Open: Saturday Morning, Washington Square Park, Manhattan.

Fluffing her hair, Lennon put her notebook down in front of her on the little table. It was practically the hunger games trying to snipe a seat in Washington Square Park. Especially one that was out of the way of the gusts of wind. It wasn’t uncommon for the girl to make the venture out into Manhattan, especially in the weekends. It was the place to be! Who knew who’d walk by? It was enough to make her imagine life one day with fans, people wandering up to her, things like that. “Oh, Jet? It was a mix of things! My hair was dyed dark, dark in high school, and you know, Joan Jett… Icon-” Rambling began, as if someone had asked her  a question. Better to be prepared for the future! She didn’t expect someone to walk by, “Oh. God…” Fumbling in her purse, “My AirPods weren’t in - I was trying to, voice notes, you know? The future. Was this your table?”

he was mostly just on his way to work -- picking up his dogs, that was -- when he heard a girl talk to herself in the middle of washington square park. now, it obviously wasn’t uncommon to run into people who talked to themselves - this was new york, after all - but those people usually either mumbled or screamed. they didn’t look like they were giving a... speech? an interview? honestly, eli couldn’t tell, but he also couldn’t help but walk closer. as he did, however, the girl seemed to fumble and reach for her .. airpods? “not my table, no, was just coming to see if you’re alright. you were trying to record voice notes without checking if your app was recording first? i’m not one to judge, but that doesn’t seem smart.” 

#* chat. #ft. lennon

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leonsout​:

“Yeah, but it’s whatever. I didn’t even see the body."  He saw something that was weird regarding that whole thing, but didn’t have the bandwidth to process it now. Leon appears mildly disgruntled at the comment, chewing on the inside of his cheek and crossing his arms over his chest. "I could have been."  He murmurs under his breath. This time it had felt like it worked. "Yeah, both of them. Clive copied my costume and Claire… well, Claire was just playing her favored role of Cluless Bitch #1."  Bitterness clings to his words, tongue sliding over his dried lips.  "It was weird. Seeing them again. Like I hate them but I also kinda missed them? I don’t know.”

“that’s ... good, i think?” his eyebrows were still closer together than he’d like to be (his nana would absolutely have hit him in the back of the head right now, telling him not to frown or he’d get wrinkles -- jokes on you nana. he already had wrinkles) and he scratched his forehead a little. “hm, sure you could have. with a little more practice.” eli shrugged, and his eyebrows finally raised at the description of his siblings. “i mean, makes sense, right? you haven’t seen them in .. how long, exactly? but also, fuck them for showing up. and fuck them again for seeking you out. they could’ve just left you alone.” 

#* chat. #ft. leon

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leonsout​:

As fucking if. First thing he does when he sits? Yep, stick his hand inside the bag of popcorn and grab a fistful. He shoves it into his mouth before Eli can slap it all away.  “Fuck you." Says Leon, mouth absolutely full of popcorn. After he establishes his dominance over his bed/couch and swallows, he proceeds with his tale. "My brother and sister were both there."  That was enough an explanation. Doomsday scenario.  "Also, a guy got killed, and I might have caused it by summoning a demon at the beginning of the party, but that’s just speculation.”

“fuck you!” eli countered back before slapping his hand anyway, even though the popcorn was already in his mouth. hearing what leon had to say, however, only made eli frown more. “okay, back up -- that’s a lot. first off -- someone DIED?” he immediately grabbed his phone, scrolling through the news feed; and there it was. “damn. that’s crazy. though, i’ve seen you summon demons... don’t think that was you, bro.” he shrugged, thinking back to what else leon had said. “your siblings? like.. both of them? were they somehow stalking you? what the fuck.”

#* chat. #ft. leon

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leonsout​:

closed starter: @eeeeelijah​

location: their apartment, after the party. 

He looks like death. Deader than the guy who died, probably. Okay, not really, his head wasn’t bashed in  –––  but still, it kinda felt like it was. Leon practically flops onto the couch/bed, falling by Eli’s side. He doesn’t have the energy to do much else other than looking resigned. And grunting a little.  “So, tonight sucked."  As if his face hadn’t betrayed that already. He looks over to Eli. "You should have come. It was, like, the third worst night of my life.”

eli was chilling on the couch, having just made himself a bag of popcorn -- and then leon came in. “i’m not sharing.” was the first thing that came out of his mouth before he saw the look on his face. “hold on, that bad? what happened, someone ate all the candy before you got there?”

#* chat. #ft. leon

[eeeeelijah]

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  ELIJAH 'ELI' JOHNSON, a 39 year-old CIS MALE has lived in THE BRONX for THIRTY-NINE YEARS. This is the city of dreams and HE knows it, because they came to NYC to be a DOG WALKER. Well, that and as a ROOMMATE to LEON MACKEN. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like ANTHONY MACKIE. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

tw: mention of depression, mention of adhd

ok hello i am fully taking the L right now and going with bullet points because brain.... says no to full bio for now SORRY

so eli is bronx born and raised!! his family has lived in nyc for as long as he can remember (which isn’t weird, seeing as he was literally born here) and he wouldn’t have it any other way. he absolutely loves it here.

grew up in a big family, three younger sisters and one younger brother, plus his parents and his grandmother... it was always a full house, at least! 

because of this, eli absolutely loves being around people and if he has to spend a lot of time alone, he’ll become a bit of a Debbie Downer

so!! about his Current Situation....

he was actually doing pretty well, working the stock market as a broker until he made some bad investments and lost most of his investments and his own savings in about 24 hours, lost his fiancé the day after that (turns out she was a bit of a golddigger.. who knew!) and basically just... had nothing.

he had to move back in with his mom for a little bit after that, became a little bit Depressed for a while.. saw a therapist, got back on the horse and is now.. doing literally any job under the sun he can find to make some cash, because no actual business wants to hire him after the mistakes he made at his old job.

so, dog walking, babysitting, food delivery... you name it, this man has done it. currently the dog walking thing is working out so well for him that he’s thinking of expanding his business to include a dog washing service as well! he just needs to properly train himself for that first. aka watch some youtube videos on it. we’ll see if it works out or if he’ll move on to yet another job.

so basically; if you have an odd job laying around, give eli a call! big ass chance he’ll do it.

in reality, he just doesn’t really know what to do with his life now. he’s a little bit directionless; but he makes up for it with his good natured spirit and stupid jokes!! 

because he has those odd jobs, he can’t technically afford the rent to his one-bedroom by himself. was posting an ad on craigslist the best idea? no. did he make a friend for life? most definitely. do they bicker like a married couple sometimes? very likely.

personality wise, eli is usually a moderately happy guy. what you see is what you get with him though, and if you catch him on a bad day, you’ll know. this doesn’t usually happen, and he’ll likely just be joking around with you (also has a little bit too much energy sometimes, but if that’s because of those 5 cups of coffee or the undiagnosed adhd, we’ll never know). 

some wanted connections could be old coworkers from the stock exchange, people he’s worked with or for at these odd jobs, people he’s currently walking dogs for, friends, the barista who serves him those many coffees, neighbors... you name it, it can happen!

#enyc.intro #hello this is .. not what i usually do but i couldn't be arsed to write a whole bio I'M SORRY