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Post by eka on Mar 17, 2017 14:36:44 GMT -5
i'll have my character bio up in a bit; i'll be afk for a short time
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Post by shades on Mar 17, 2017 14:38:18 GMT -5
[ Sounds good. Once the cat wakes up from laying on my chest, I'll have something up for you. ]
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Post by eka on Mar 17, 2017 17:05:29 GMT -5
alright!
nero rivera ;; 23, he/they
-darker olive skin, dark brown eyes + contacts (usually) or glasses -short & curly black hair, soft but untamable -roughly 5'5", mildly thin -wears more comfortable clothes compared to fashionable
-still studying to become a history teacher, currently a student teacher at a high school -addicted to coffee, constant tired posture
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Post by shades on Mar 17, 2017 17:24:57 GMT -5
okay okay. whoops. Criminal Minds sucked me in and held me tight.
Anyways. I got someone.
timothy grayson ;; 22, he/his
-pale skin, bright blue eyes + glasses for reading and driving usually -short, ruffled chocolate brown hair, sticks up -5'10", scrawny but definitely has slight muscle mass -clothing ranges from business-y casual to complete hipster, no in-between
-personal assistant for some medium-sized corporation vp -full-time guardian to his 12-year old sister, Winifred (Winnie for short)
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Post by eka on Mar 17, 2017 17:34:27 GMT -5
that's fine! i just had to clean up a bit. somehow i brought the most timid cat in the house into my room and he stayed for half a minute before bolting?? it was magical, i got pictures of it
timothy sounds wonderful o; i feel like nero would accidentally spill some of his coffee onto both of them one morning and he Panics
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Post by shades on Mar 17, 2017 17:54:18 GMT -5
Legit. My cat hasn't left my lap. I had to shove her off just to get my laptop.
That would work. He'd probably panic too.
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Post by eka on Mar 17, 2017 18:01:25 GMT -5
that's a great cat you have. mine is just snoozing on my bed now and didn't even look at me :"(
save them both, honestly. would you like me to start or do you want to?
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Post by shades on Mar 17, 2017 18:10:02 GMT -5
Ha ha my cat is literal laziness and attachment. But she's great.
You can start~ I'm terrible at describing a setting.
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Post by eka on Mar 17, 2017 18:44:15 GMT -5
[ i have three at my house- the oldest is a grumpy one that lazes around, mine is a curious one that pokes her head into everything, and the youngest is a big scaredy cat that hides under a bed a lot. even though he's the biggest. they're all amazing.
also i hope that this is okay whoops ]
Nero had never been a fan of mornings, and this wouldn't change no matter how much coffee they drank.
Rolling out of their bed in his apartment was the hardest part- after that was done, they reluctantly got up to continue their day. Going to put contacts in so they weren't stuck with glasses, clothes changed, bags checked, food and water in the cat bowl- they were out the door without even grabbing a snack. Food and drink was obtained before getting on the bus- and Nero just sighed, hunched over and walking as their stomach growled. "Stop it, you," they muttered, rolling their eyes when the growling stopped. "Figures."
Giving a nod to the employee at the counter of the local coffee shop, Nero quickly got their usual coffee and a few granola bars to snack on while they waited for the bus. It was still relatively dark out, and while they took a bite of a granola bar they mused at the quiet atmosphere. They were in a city, but they lived in a calmer part of it- further away from the center and not as pricey. It took a longer bus drive to the stop near the school where they were a student teacher, but it was definitely worth it.
Quiet times, calm areas, kind friends and a good living spot was all they wanted in life, and somehow they had found it in this chilly city. Away from the suburbs where they had grown up expecting to stay and into a place so similar but so different- it left a smile on Nero's face to think about it.
They finished off their snack when the bus came around the corner. "Just in time," they hummed, sipping at their still-hot coffee and boarding it with a soft hello to the driver. They sat down in their usual spot, next to the taller guy that they bet worked at a place that was better than a high school, and nodded to him before opening a book and beginning to read it. It was about Roman emperors- and they chuckled, flipping open to the page they were at the previous evening to read about the earlier emperors in that time period.
It proved to be a disaster, however, to raise the coffee cup to their lips at a chuckle- lurching forwards, the coffee spilled both on them and their well-dressed bus partner. Nero could only make a horrified sound and close back the cap, staring at the mess. "Sh- shoot, I'm so sorry, are there any paper towels in here?" Noticing their book partially drenched as well they started to panic, almost flailing at the constant helplessness they felt. Giving so much thanks to a lady that had given him a roll of paper towels he tore off some and gave it to the guy, cleaning up their book and the floor with a pale face. "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to do that! Are you alright? Do you need more paper towels? I stained both of our clothes, f- and my book, oh god, my book," they babbled, pale and red and so panicked. "This is a disaster."
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Post by shades on Mar 17, 2017 21:11:09 GMT -5
Timothy liked to think he had a routine, or at the very least, a structured morning ritual. For instance, the alarm woke him up with its blaring generic ring. He’d yawn and roll out of bed, trotting towards Winnie’s room and knocking on the door and open it. “Time to get up.” If he could see her face, she would scrunch up her nose and roll over. After a shower he would be fully awake, pulling on the usual clothing for work—a business casual attire.
Winifred would be up and about, packing up her own school supplies while around the modest one-story apartment. Her notebook would be on the kitchen table, her calculator shoved into the couch cushion, backpack draped across a chair. Timothy would pull out the milk and cereal, Winnie taking a seat beside him. They wouldn’t speak while food was being dispersed, but they didn’t have to being siblings.
Seven years ago Martha Grayson passed away to a terminal illness. Two years ago Jackson Grayson followed his wife due to an automobile accident. The eldest son promptly dropped out of college, moving back home to take on guardianship of his little sister. Thankfully a family friend had taken pity on his struggling newfound adulthood and found a job as a personal assistant to the vice president of a local company.
“We’re gonna miss the bus,” and Timothy inclined his head just barely to his sister. The action was met with a tired stare. “You have to go to school, Winnie.”
“I know.” She said, brushing a strand of her chocolate hair aside. Her brilliant blue eyes gazing tiredly at him. “Just wish we didn’t have to take the bus.”
“I’m saving up for a car.” They stood up, bustling to set dishes in the sink, return food their proper place and grabbing their coats. Winifred had on her school uniform, light blue jacket and purple backpack slung haphazardly over her shoulders. Timothy wore simple slacks and button down, his messenger bag much more neatly placed; a professional air about him as he grabbed his little sister’s hand and led her out the door towards the bus stop to wait for the transit.
As usual, the school bus came on time—Timothy acting likened he didn’t know his sister (she had ranted about it a week ago) while fiddling with his boss’s planner. Two meetings today, one with the president and another with the board. Not to mention phone calls throughout the day and student applicants for the company.
His own bus arrived five minutes late, Timothy sitting down in his usual seat—he wasn’t popular, nor did he know others by name. People from many socioeconomic statuses smiled and greeted him as they walked towards their own seats on the transit. He would, in politeness, return their regards as Timothy memorized the schedule for the day or read a book on his laptop.
A young man would sit next to him, they would nod to each other and go about their morning routine. No talking or interacting, except maybe once he asked what book his bus companion was reading and that was it. Today was an unusual day, his routine was solid however the notion of an ‘accident’ never incurred to him as the coffee spilled into his lap, drenching his person.
“Oh,” Timothy said slowly, processing this new problem. His clothing was soiled, though he kept a spare suit in the drawer in his desk. Timothy wasn’t sure, in his morning grogginess, what his transit companion was babbling (“sorry” was repeated a lot, so apology) about, blue eyes glancing at the book, the other person’s coffee stained clothing. It registered.
“Not as much as a disaster as my life,” Timothy suggested, taking the paper towels gratefully. “However, it’s fine. Uncomfortable, but I have something to change into at the office, I think.” He scrunched his nose, dabbing the wet stains. He would have to do laundry today in order to avoid a permanent stain.
“Really, accidents happen. I have a twelve-year old at home. Slimier materials have been spilled on me.” He gave them a small smile. “I’m Timothy, by the way,” he added out of politeness and rigid formality in the workplace.
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Post by eka on Mar 17, 2017 21:50:12 GMT -5
Nero looked absolutely miserable while they watched the stranger clean up his clothing. It was a disaster, at least in their eyes- they had no spare clothing and there was a visible stain on their zipped up jacket now. Would it be safer to take the jacket off in the school? Even if it was still cold? They softly sighed and mumbled a soft "sorry" multiple times as they cleaned up the floor, their jacket and any splash damage on the seats. "At least you have that," they commented, looking down at their jacket with an extremely uncomfortable grimace. "Do you think a bunch of fourteen and fifteen year olds would notice this if I tied it around my waist? I mean, it wouldn't be nearly as noticeable, but this is a white jacket. And a lot of it got mauled by the coffee." Nero hummed and poked at it a bit, slowly calming down.
They looked up when their public transport partner offered his name, a little grin appearing on their face to match his while they fully calmed. "Oh, I'm Nero. I am really sorry, though, that you had to be the victim of my chronic clumsiness. Usually I'm the only causality." Their grin grew wider, although definitely more sheepish.
Checking the time- was it really still fifteen minutes until their stop? They could have sworn it was five- they made a displeased sound and went to start saving their book. Each page was checked and dried a little with concentration as they quietly spoke to the taller person next to them. "My first roommate in college was- somehow- even worse than a small child or tween. Had to move out from that dorm room before the first week had even ended because stuff like this was happening every few minutes."
Nero looked back up at Timothy when they finished cleaning off the now-stained book. "And, uh, are you sure you'll be okay? You can keep the paper towels. I don't need them any more."
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