Rosas
Situation: L'appartement de Rui.
Interagir avec : → Phillip (texte)

Rui était une personne du matin.
Peut-être était-ce le fait que d'autres personnes étaient généralement trop fatiguées pour le déranger, ou que le petit déjeuner était son repas préféré, et cela a certainement aidé que son emploi du temps tendait à être léger, mais il s'est trouvé sorti du lit avec une vigueur et un enthousiasme qui avait l'habitude de déranger ses compagnons de maison.
Il n'avait pas de colocataires maintenant, Dieu merci. Son appartement était le sien: confortable, bien que studio, il était nu mais pour l'essentiel. C'était aussi, comme on pouvait s'y attendre, dans un ordre quasi-méticuleux. Ses vêtements de gym suspendus, préparés, sur un rail de vêtements, cloisonnés de ses vêtements de l'après-midi et de soirée. Routine dicta qu'il serait dans ces vêtements dans deux minutes et dehors pour son jogging dans cinq - quarante minutes plus tard, il retour, douche et hydratant. Mais parfois, il vérifiait son courriel, et ce matin-là, une décision si malheureuse fut prise :
Boîte de réception::Dirk_Vogtz@NYU.edu
vous a inscrit pour présenter votre jmp 20/04 @ georgia, espérons que vous n'avez pas l'esprit. devrait être une bonne pratique pour l'été. D. Le rôle de l'Organisation des Nations Unies dans le domaine de l'éducation et de la formation tout au long de la vie
Caralho!
L'intensité de son regard n'a pas percé un trou à travers l'écran de l'ordinateur portable. Les expletives sont devenues plus violentes: le message est resté et il semblait resplendir. Il y eut une pause, un grognement désespéré suivi, et puis, avec la fluence lyrique de quelqu'un qui avait passé trop de la dernière décennie dans les salles de conférence, il tapa rapidement une réponse.
Courriel::Dirk_Vogtz@NYU.edu
Bonjour Dirk,
Bonne nouvelle. J'attends ça avec impatience.
Laissez-moi y mettre un peu de vernis, et je vais tomber avec le produit à une certaine heure la semaine prochaine. Parlez-en en détail, aussi.
C'est gentil.
Rui Rosas.
Cette fois-là, il jura à haute voix; sa tête coula dans ses mains. La vérité, c'est que son travail sur le marché n'était pas encore terminé. En fait, il ne l'avait pas touché depuis décembre. Dieu sait ce qu'il avait fait à la place - les derniers mois ont été flous. La barbarie des considérations a été offerte à cela, encore. Au lieu de cela, son esprit courut avec l'imagination de la déception de son père. Le sentiment soudain de nausée qui l'a provoqué a forcé son regard vers le haut et hors de ses bras.
Avec une intention furieuse, il commença à taper.
Il ne pouvait pas être un échec.

Le buzz de son téléphone a été ignoré au début, et au second. C'est avec le troisième buzz qu'il s'est rendu. Ses doigts ont glissé sur l'écran pour construire une maison, déverrouillant le téléphone. Son visage est tombé alors qu'il scannait les messages. Il avait complètement oublié l'anniversaire de Phillips - et la fête. Les yeux rigolant alors qu'il considérait ses options, une main a automatiquement commencé à tirer ses cheveux. Il ne pouvait absolument pas l'abandonner à ce stade tardif - Dieu savait qu'il l'avait fait trop récemment - donc quand il a décidé que c'était en fait ce qu'il allait faire, il a formulé le message aussi diplomatiquement que possible. En d'autres termes, il a menti.

Salut, mec. Joyeux anniversaire! Juste un avertissement à l'avance je pourrais être un peu en retard ce soir. Il y a des choses uni qui se passent et je ne sais pas à quelle heure je serai capable de m'en sortir. J'irai dès que j'aurai fini!
Assure-toi que personne ne vole la vanité. Sauve-moi de devoir me changer!;)
Le bouton d'envoi a été frappé avec la moindre teinte de culpabilité. Il ne pouvait pas continuer à faire ça à ses amis.
Rui Domingo Rosas

"Yes. I'm busy. Sorry."
N A M E
Rui Domingo Rosas
N I C K N A M E
N/a
B I R T H D A T E
11/07/1990
A G E
26
G E N D E R
Male
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single
O C C U P A T I O N
Fourth year PhD Candidate, NYU School of Economics. His thesis is entitled, “Three Essays on the Application of Supervised Learning Techniques to the Economics of High-skill Immigration”. He is currently at work on his Job Market paper, entitled: “Enough’s enough: Ethnic Capital Agglomerations and Diminishing Marginal Returns.”
H O M E T O W N
Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil.
E T H N I C I T Y
Pardo.
A P P E A R A N C E
Striving for the conventional aesthetic of the Brazilian Bourgeoisie, the discipline of Rui’s appearance reflects that of his broader personality. Each morning his body - lean and rippling with a light muscle - is stuffed into a set of undersized gym clothes and taken for a jog around the block. The shower following that is cold; the intent, he claims, is to seal his pores and ensuring his skin’s longevity. With practiced precision, he will proceed to trim his facial hair into a neat anchor. His hair, otherwise a mass of tight, black curls descending to his upper spine when wet, is swept back and out of his face with a little product. Following this, he will moisturize; rubbing a thick, white salve into his caramel skin for the first of two times that day.
This ritual compliments a rich genetic predisposition. He stands at 6’2’’. His face is long, all angles and jawline and lacking the slightest blemish. He would be altogether quite handsome if not for the seriousness etched into his features: small lips are made smaller by their routine purse-ing, bushy eyebrows arch down above a set of piercing brown-black eyes. His face, lit up with thoughtfulness and intelligence during conversation, relaxes into an otherwise severe expression when left to its own devices.
His recent break-up has led to a depreciation in his appearance. His beard is somewhat more outgrown than it once was; the exactness of the cut has evaporated. He has allowed his hair to grow out some amount, and it takes on a more mane-like appearance. The changes aren’t drastic, and he retains much of his former style; though, to close friends, even the slightest deviation from the convention he’d held since starting college, is apparent. Even if difficult to place, he looks different.
H A B I T S
When mulling over a problem, or caught in deep thought, his hand - and always his right one - will reach up to hold a bunch of his hair, clasping with a tightness that strains the roots.
When nervous, he will roll the his thumbnail along the skin of his middle and pointing finger in an ostensible effort to pick it off. He has in past times, when contained with stress, peeled the skin right off the nubs of his fingers - entirely unconsciously.
He catches himself looking into every reflective surface without fail.
H O B B I E S
Hanging out with friends
Genealogy
Programming
L I K E S
Puzzles and problem solving
Current affairs - more-so arguing, if he is honest
Korean art-house cinema. Cinema, in general
Spanish football
Classical music
D I S L I K E S
American Sports
Feeling as if he’s wasted his time
Cleaning data
Rollercoasters
Uncertainty
Tickles
F E A R S
Enclosed spaces
Peaking
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Rui is introverted and prone to prolonged periods of social detachment. When enthused about a social situation he might be mistaken for an extrovert. He enjoys the company of others; that has never been a problem. But, afterwards, there is always a need to retreat, to recuperate from the experience; social situations are overwhelming. Following major social events, it is not unusual for him to go dark for a couple of days at a time; he will explain away such absences with the mere note that he was ‘thinking’, as if it was obvious what that entailed. In conversation, he bristles with an obvious intelligence and pace of thought - though, this sharpness has never extended to his sense of wit and he has been known for his spectacularly unfunny attempts at ripostes.
His background is that of fundamentalist-Protestantism. However, he has distanced himself from the rituals, if not quite the opinions, of his faith since coming to America. Disciplined and conservative in his approach to life, he has loosened up over the last number of years; the last to engage in acts of social excess, he remains open to a drink, or three, with friends. On occasion, he will lose himself among the exuberance of the crowd - though, he never ceases to feel shame the morning afterwards; it was never what he was in NY to do. Whilst posing a serious disposition, he retains a genuine good nature: always willing to lend a hand, or an ear, as required, it has allowed him to inject himself into groups of friends that are much more plainly fun.
However, his recent break-up has caused him to become more withdrawn from those around him. Whilst able to muster the enthusiasm to appear sociable as required, he finds himself making an increasing amount of excuses to avoid social situations and just sit at home. Being in fourth year, this has been easy to justify: he is, apparently, quite busy preparing for the job market.
H I S T O R Y
“Life is neither a pleasure nor a sorrow; it is a serious affair with which we are charged, and towards which our duty is to acquit ourselves as well as possible.” It is undeniably odd to find such a message scribbled inside your thirteenth birthday card - undeniably more so to find it replace regular notions such as “happy birthday!” or “good luck, son!”. That, nevertheless, was what Rui found scribbled inside his thirteenth birthday card. It has been used as the guide to his upbringing: from an early age he was thought that a man must necessarily be able to justify oneself in front of god, his country, and himself - in that order. To exist otherwise, was to have failed in this life.
The prime provocateur of this attitude was Rui's father. A professor of mathematics at the municipal university, he had made contributions to abstract algebra significant enough to earn him tenure during the late 1980s, but thereafter generated little of academic merit. Rui’s mother was the maid his father fell in love with and married; though, their marriage overlapped suspiciously with her pregnancy. An only child, his upbringing was the more-or-less conventional one awarded to those of Brazilian society’s upper crust. He attended a private school, where the seriousness the father imparted on the child was little help in gaining friends, and generally grew up with plenty among the most dizzying extents of want.
Excelling academically - if with a sense of strictness and conceit that earned him concern from teachers - he graduated high school summa cum laude. Accepted into NYU, it was an immediately disorientating experience: exposed to peers that rivaled, if not outright surpassed, his intellect, he was forced into an re-evaluation of the pretension that dominated his previous attitude towards education. After that, he matured rapidly; learning to value those around him, shelve derision, and open himself up to social opportunity. Whilst the discipline of attitude and action remained, he learned to relax it when it came to others. He graduated - majoring in Statistics, with a minor in History - a vastly different person: whilst ‘fun’ would be misleading, he had probably saved himself from the label: ‘not-fun’.
Since, he has pursued a PhD in Economics at NYU. In 2013, he began dating a woman from his cohort. However, at the beginning of the year he discovered that she had been cheating on him, and they broke if off. His friends are aware that his relationship had ended, though Rui has never divulged the cause. Whilst he has claimed to be over here, and does well mustering that piece of theater on the occasion she enters conversation, he isn’t; not in the slightest.


Legend:
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies

P H I L L I P . D A N I E L S

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"Maybe next time, man. Sorry."
Though sometimes he can’t help but almost feel like a project, Rui has never not appreciated Philip's efforts to include him. Philip will always be the one insisting the longest that Rui attend an event, or hang out with him that evening, and from time-to-time offers an ear that has been consistently rebuffed. Even if it hasn’t brought the pair much closer, Rui insisting on his emotional distance, it has helped him become more outgoing.
O L I V I A . B I S H O P

☮
"Woo, Oliviaaa!"
Whilst a shared alma mater led to their paths crossing on more than one occasion, it was during the internship they shared that Rui got to really know Olivia. The pair have since built on the foundations of that relationship to become friends; though, Rui finds her to be a riot, he figures that his inhibitions around wild nights and binge drinking have stopped them from making inroads much beyond a few laughs and good conversation.
T H U Y . P H A M

☯
"Ugh."
Rui and Cici have never been close; as he tells it, Cici just never grew up. Most of the time, he will ensure a safe distance from her antics. Her antics being that obnoxious drinking, smoking, texting, snapping, existing. Did he mention snapping? Rui had to block her after all the spam he'd ended up receiving. But, at the same time, he doesn't outright dislike her; Cici can be fun sometimes - that sometimes being the small, well-regulated, well-separated doses he can manage her in. And, usually, that's after more copious doses of something else. 
N Y L A H . W E I S S

⚜/☮
"I prefer not to think."
The initial impression Rui had gathered, and held for years, was that of an airhead with wasted potential enough to drown in. Figuring her no different to any other trust-fund kid, he inevitably avoided her; he just didn’t have the sort of time for those people in his life. That was until one miserable afternoon - Rui enough into a bottle of spirits to begin to rival the depths of his recent heartbreak; the entire point, of course - he found her sat beside him. It was to be start of a rather successful partnership, if one he found at first somewhat embarrassing and later, confusing. Whilst for the most part the pair are routinely silent, their peculiar relationship has, on occasion, posed gleams of insight that have driven Rui to a more positive evaluation of Nylah.
Still unsure as to whether he considers Nylah to be a friend, or a bad habit, or some mixture of both, he finds that he nonetheless enjoys her company.
K I E R A N . O C O N N O R
☮
"Cool incarnate."
Even Rui finds himself baffled by just how well he and Kieran get on together. The other man is most things that Rui is just not with his outgoing disposition and general excitability. The pair bonded over European football - in particular their shared and appreciable disdain for Ronaldo, or at least his claims to be ‘the best’ - but found themselves broaching other subjects within time. As of late, Kieran has been insistent that Rui attend a hockey game with him. That’s a sport that Rui knows not the slightest about - ‘people use sticks, and more often than not someone get’s punched’ being about it - but a promise to tag along sometime was eventually extracted.