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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 16, 2017 1:41:52 GMT -5
Greetings, Hello! I'm Momiji, but you can call me Momo if you'd like to use a shorter name. Or Nerf, since that's my display name and most people go off of one's display name for a nick-name. All of which, I sincerely do not mind in the least bit. So I've felt a bit bored as of late and I feel like making a one on one role-play with a bit of a cool plot, you know? And we've all had these moments where we're inspired to make a plot based off of a song that we're listening to, right?
The title of this thread is called "Shut Eye" which is a song by a band called Stealing Sheep. I don't know why I like this song so much, but it's pretty good. I saw an animatic with this song and kind of got inspired by it. So, this plot was made!
All I ask is that you are advanced with your writing. I like pushing my limits and making myself think about a reply. I like writing paragraphs upon paragraphs. If you think you can post at least six or more paragraphs per reply, I honestly will be super happy. But I also want you to be able to be here, be a bit active and don't leave me hanging, you know? LGBTQ+ characters are completely allowed for this, I'm all for it!
-------- Plot Character A has made a rather bad mistake. They have made a deal with the devil herself. Pulled in by the enchantress herself and pressured by those around her that had already made deals, Character A was forced in on trading their soul and being by her side for all of eternity, and in return they would be practically immortal and never aging with a new power. However, with this ability, suspicious people turn frightened and mysterious people generally are feared even more, thought of to cause all the problems. It doesn't take long for Character A to become a wanted criminal for things that they haven't even done.
In this universe, when around your soul-mate, you have dreams of them and see bits and pieces of events that have happened to them or that are happening to them. Especially if they're awake when you're asleep. The farther away they are, the small the snips of visions of them and the more blurry and black and white it is. The closer you are to them, the more vivid the dreams (and nightmares) and the more in color of them. When you finally meet them, your dreams are able to be fully in color and your dreams turn black and white again when they die.
Character B is a simple person, living their life how they wish. Peaceful, gentle. And then this mysterious stranger comes into their shop one day. Character B is intrigued, curious about this person. Their clothing styled seems vaguely familiar, like a dream. When they here Character A's voice, however, they both kind of freeze and just look at each other. The other had been in their dreams for practically all their life.
However, the Enchantress herself wouldn't want one of her dogs straying form her pack. And while bonding with Character B, Character A tells of the red-haired female with amber eyes, to beware her and to not trust her or make any deals, no matter what. If not given a deal with the Devil herself, her temper can control those of her loyal "pack".
Werewolves exist, you know. And they have a master whom they have to obey and can't think away from, since she holds the leash; their souls. We can go from wherever, but I'd just like to use this plot.
Character A: Jackson Whelan Character B: Colin Stills
-------- characters โ Jackson "Jack" Whelan At the immortal age of forever being twenty-five is Jack, with a strong American Southern drawl and lightly tanned skin. His right eye is brown, but his left eye is blue. He has shaggy milk chocolate brown hair that isn't long enough to reach his shoulders, but long enough to put in a tiny man-bun/pony-tail. His canines are a bit sharper than normal and he has rather heightened senses as well as his ears being ever so slightly pointed. Jack does have facial hair, having a slight goatee and beard, but nothing that long, just short, scruffy trims of facial hair. His voice is about mid-range for a guy, maybe slightly hair. Typically seen wearing red, black or brown colors. Jack's got a separate form from this due to being ensnared by the Enchantress' magic. Upon her wishing or upon a full moon, he shifts into that of a huge horse sized wolf, thick, but feathery soft chocolate brown fur with the same different colored eyes. He has a black skull around his left eye, however, with a circle and cross bones over it.
โ Colin Stills
Colin is 6 feet tall, with a wiry, lean body shape. No matter how much sun he gets, his skin never strays too far from its fair color. His hair is dyed dirty platinum blonde, with darker blonde roots. He keeps it short around the sides, and grows thick and longer on the top of his head. What's long enough of it is styled into a messy fringe that he sweeps to the left of his face. He has a rounded nose, arched eyebrows, and inky, blue green eyes, prominent cheekbones. Very light colored freckles dot his face, contrasted by the dark bags under his eyes.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 5:41:45 GMT -5
[ smol lil bump before i go to sleep ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 18, 2017 8:38:49 GMT -5
Any chance I could claim this plot?
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 14:50:01 GMT -5
[ that would be really awesome. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 18, 2017 15:25:57 GMT -5
[ Great. I'll put together a character. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 18, 2017 15:28:04 GMT -5
[ Mind if I do a MxM pairing? Or were you looking for MxF? ]
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 15:30:54 GMT -5
[ i'm very open for either of them! i can change my character up depending on what you'd like and what you'd want fitting for your character. i have more than just good ole jackaboy to use. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 18, 2017 15:37:20 GMT -5
[ It's cool. I have a sort idea of an overworked older brother who tries to help everything and everyone, Jackson no less. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 18, 2017 15:45:18 GMT -5
Colin Stills Colin is 6 feet tall, with a wiry, lean body shape. No matter how much sun he gets, his skin never strays too far from its fair color. His hair is dyed dirty platinum blonde, with darker blonde roots. He keeps it short around the sides, and grows thick and longer on the top of his head. What's long enough of it is styled into a messy fringe that he sweeps to the left of his face. He has a rounded nose, arched eyebrows, and inky, blue green eyes, prominent cheekbones. Very light colored freckles dot his face, contrasted by the dark bags under his eyes.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 17:47:24 GMT -5
[ ahhh, sorry. it is not, i don't see more spots for this. i'm so sorry. i have no idea how to put more spots in it. ]
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 18:43:12 GMT -5
[ oh! haha, i could do that! ]
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 19:26:01 GMT -5
[ @ inky ;; i can make the thread soon enough. @ night ;; would you like me to start? [
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 19:41:14 GMT -5
[ it's been made ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 18, 2017 21:02:35 GMT -5
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 22:00:47 GMT -5
Jack Whelan "You'll never realize how short life is until you've lived a life-time." - x -
What had brought him to Cincinnati? Why the Mid-West? Why Ohio? He had traveled the entire world, been to hundreds of towns and cities, seen so many natural and man-made land marks. Been given so many memories to keep in his memory for all of eternity. What made this place so interesting, why bother to come here? Had Jack have nothing better to do, nothing more than to visit places that hold no real significance in his mind?
Maybe it was just a hunch, maybe just a whim. Perhaps he really was just that bored with nothing better to do than to go to a random city. Never did like going by plane much, usually by hitch-hiking upon a train or a bus, getting to places by whatever means necessary. After being around for so long, one would learn how to hide themselves in plain sight, make it seem so that one was just... invisible to the world while being fully visible at the same time. Just a shadow of a memory in the minds of those around them. Jack usually kept his distance from everyone, usually just paid his own mind and to do what he was told by the Enchantress herself. After all, when you don't age a single day, don't really get sick and can't be killed by any normal means, you can't really die by normal means. The world stands still, time stands still in physical form and yet... everyone else had an internal clock that made them get sick, get old, get hurt. He didn't have that pleasure of never knowing when it would all end.
While he stood far out from the crowd, it wasn't like he made himself memorable. Black cowboy hat, black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his tattoos; a Japanese dragon that spun around his entire left arm and a long black skull on his top right forearm, light jeans with black regular ole leather boots. Jack looked mostly like your average guy, not someone to stare at or remember much, just a fragment of a memory. For some reason, once in Cincinnati, his feet brought him to a little shop, one he didn't even know about. Nothing stood out about it, nothing was that particular to make him enter the door. So why was he here? Maybe it was because it didn't catch any attention from him prior or maybe because it felt quiet enough to allow him to relax and get used to the area around here. Maybe even take a nap somewhere instead of having to go through the trouble of getting a room somewhere for the temporary stay.
Dreams that he had been getting lately had been making him more tired, giving him less of a refreshed feel after waking up. Instead, all he wanted to do was sleep the day and night away. The twenty-seven year old gave a small sigh as he looked around. Not the worst place he'd been to, nor had it been the most lavish. It somehow seemed... familiar, cozy to him and a bit comforting in some sort of sense. It made him give a ever so slight smile, his mismatched eyes taking in the sight around him.
Oh? Was there a person here? Probably the worker, if he was to guess at all. There usually wasn't a detail that his blue left eye couldn't take in, that being the exact ability that the Enchantress had given him upon giving allegiance to her. Both a pretty handy ability and... sometimes things were better left unseen.
But... there was something familiar about this person that had caught his attention. Normally Jack didn't pay much attention to people at all. He lived a life-time already and would already end up living plenty more. Normal people only lasted for so long, only had one-life time. They had an internal clock that was taken from him. Getting close to people would do him more harm than good.
So... why was this person any different?
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 18, 2017 22:01:29 GMT -5
[ that wasn't the greatest start in the world and i apologize greatly. i'm both a little out of practice and distracted at the moment, trying to figure out just what kind of character that jackaboy here is. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 19, 2017 11:07:01 GMT -5
[ It's no problem. I'll get a reply up now. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 19, 2017 13:22:10 GMT -5
This might take a little bit. I had a reply typed up but my browser quit on me.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 19, 2017 13:27:42 GMT -5
[ that's alright! i'm patient. ]
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Post by lozi on Jun 19, 2017 13:59:24 GMT -5
Colin Stills A man begins to die when he ceases to expect anything from tomorrow. โ
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Colin woke up before the sun rose, covered in sweat and shaking. He'd had a particularly vivid dream, and it certainly hadn't been a good one. In his dream, he'd been transported back through the long, narrow halls of a hospital into a stuffy, clammy room. The sounds of heart monitors, shouting of orders, and sobbing broken-hearted relatives of the injured were overwhelming his senses. In front of him had tools had been laid out, perfectly straight and neat in a row. The monitor flatlined, and he rushed to get the defibrillator working. He flinched at the zapping sounds, toiling for what felt like hours. His attempts were in vain, and even in dreams, he could feel the familiar pit in his stomach as he took the long walk to the waiting room.
He launched himself out of his loft bed, nearly kicking the stormy grey duvet off, and scrambled for the shower in the bathroom connected to his room. He bumped into his oak wardrobe, and nearly tripped over the chair at his mahogany desk. No amount of soap could wash away the memories of the dead and dying that clung to him. He stared at his trembling hands as if they were his own, trying to shove back the panic that was rising in his chest. He breathed deeply, sucking in oxygen desperately. As he toweled off, he turned around to glance in the mirror. He was met by a specter, with dark circles under his eyes and a paler than normal complexion. He flinched, pulling his gaze away quickly.
He wasn't able to get back to sleep afterwards, so he pulled off the lock on his window. He grabbed his guitar case, and stepped onto the fire escape outside his window. He climbed up to the third level of the fire escape, and stepped up onto the railing, reaching for the roof. His right foot slipped, and he locked his fingers into the gutter desperately. He tossed the case onto the roof, and pulled himself up. The moon illuminated the roof, making his sheet music seem to glow. It was almost full, and Colin guessed it would be within the next couple of days.
He let his feet hang over the side of the roof as he played, above the big sign that looked like a chalkboard, with words that spelled out Deja Brew in chalky looking script. Colin had been able to rent the apartment above the coffee shop, with a bedroom, living room, and dining room. It wasn't anything great, but it got him by. He'd even been able to land a job in the morning shifts at the cafe.
He simply hadn't been cut out to work in a hospital, having to deliver the news that he hadn't been able to save the person, or cutting into flesh. His parents hadn't dealt with it well, but of course they wouldn't. He'd come from a family of soldiers, lawyers, doctors, and software designers. Colin was the odd one out.
As the sun rose over Cincinnati, he climbed back in his window to get ready. He dug a black button down shirt, a pair of khakis, and a denim apron out of his wardrobe. Checking his watch, he hurried downstairs to catch the morning rush.
It was later in the day that he came in, wearing jeans and a black shirt. He felt oddly familiar, but he couldn't quite place his finger. Probably just a morning rush regular running a little late. Mustering up the most cheer in his tired voice as he could, just as he'd been taught, he chirped, "Welcome to Deja Brew."
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Post by lozi on Jun 19, 2017 14:01:35 GMT -5
[ Sorry for the poor quality. It was much better before my computer crashed. ;-; ]
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 19, 2017 14:52:13 GMT -5
[ no worries! i'll get up a reply soon~ ]
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 19, 2017 15:25:00 GMT -5
Jack Whelan "Dreams are memories of places you've never been." - x -
It was weird to hear a voice that you've heard and yet, never heard before as well. It's like Jack knew that voice in the back of his mind, like he's heard it so much, but yet, he hadn't heard it with his own two ears before. Looking over at the blonde man whom was working here, he looked around and figured that this might be a good place to just give a little rest. His mismatched eyes focused on the face of the person whom had just greeted him.
Was it strange to say that you felt like you knew someone before you've ever actually seen them? The twenty-five year old didn't really reply, but rather, nodded and tipped his hat in greetings. Did he have some cash on him? Well, he had just been in Japan a few weeks ago so he had yen in his pockets yet, but did he have American dollars?
Ah, there it was. Ten dollars so far in his pocket. Maybe some nice black coffee, better than the stuff he grew up drinking most likely. He cleared his throat and walked up to the counter. "Hello there," he greeted with a friendly smile, his voice a bit lower, but soft. "Mind gettin' me one large black coffee? Just that would do nicely."
Jack's Southern drawl was quite strong, though it wasn't as bad as it used to be. It used to be nearly impossible to understand him, but now he'd gotten it drawn back to where he just cut off words or slurred some together. Gaelic Irish, Spanish, Arabic and bits and pieces of German were languages that he all knew, but unlike with his English, his pronunciation of the words weren't any better now than what he had tried when he started learning them. Besides the Gaelic Irish and some of the basic Spanish grammar, which he seemed to nail pretty well. In all honesty, he knew bits of Japanese as well but never bothered with that language at all. Too confusing for him to try, was his excuse. The most likely case was that he was too lazy at the current time period to try.
Pulling out the ten dollar bill, the twenty-five year old gave his signature soft smile as he placed the money on the counter. There was something about this guy that just... made it hard for Jack to look away. It was like a memory, a dream. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt like he knew this guy. His left eye never failed to bring out a detail, never failed to miss a single little thing in his sight. So staring at this... worker, was it? Ironically the name of the place was what he felt like; deja vu. Like he had been here before.
"You seem familiar," he stated, tilting his head a little. "Have we met 'fore? I feel like I've seen you around 'ere somewhere." It was true, Jack felt like he knew this person. He just couldn't place where he had seen him before. Like a dream, almost... perhaps he had seen him in his dreams? As silly as that sounded, it was like a memory of this guy, but not quite like that. Hard for him to think about, much less, explain.
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Post by lozi on Jun 19, 2017 16:13:05 GMT -5
Colin Stills A man begins to die when he ceases to expect anything from tomorrow. โ
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Colin was still grappling with placing the name of the customer. He seemed so familiar that he just couldn't believe that he didn't know his name. He racked his mind, looking for some sort of answer to what was going on, but found none. He was so focused on trying to name the stranger, he almost missed his order. He did that sometimes, zoning out into his thoughts. You couldn't blame him, seeing as the cafe was too small to hold his dreams. He'd been cruelly cheated out of his potential, and left to work long days at Deja Brew in order to pay off his rent. It'd been a while since he'd fallen out with his parents, and yet he still couldn't handle the withering gazes that they still gave him. It was enough to drive someone insane, the loneliness he faced, practically living his life in one building.
"A large black coffee? Yessir." His voice was quiet as usual, but charged with his false cheer. He turned to the coffee maker, nearly tripping over his guitar case as it tipped over. In his haste, he hadn't put it away properly. He pushed it under the counter with his foot. He'd put on a pot of coffee some time before the man had come in. Putting the coffee maker on pause, he poured a large cup for him.
He took the ten dollar bill, making proper change for him. Colin was becoming well aware that stranger was staring at him, and to be honest, he was probably doing some of his own. It was starting to drive him nuts that he couldn't identify the man, it felt almost like he should be able to identify him. It bewildered him, seeing as he didn't normally acquaint himself with others. Pushing the nagging thought out of his head, he suddenly wondered if he had cream on his face. Was that why the stranger was staring? He felt his cheeks going red, and he turned around to resume the coffee maker. According to the reflection in the stainless steel, his face was clean. Maybe it was the dark bags under his eyes?
He was just about to apologize for not remembering his name when he spoke. So he found Colin familiar too? At least it wasn't just him. "Uh- no sir. I don't think we've met before. I- I'm Colin." He extended his hand over the counter, offering a handshake. "I work the morning shifts, if that helps. You might've just passed through before."
He tried to think of where else he might have seen Colin before, or when he might have seen him. Nothing came to mind, aside from the library or the grocery store, but that didn't seem like much of a place to remember someone from. "I volunteer at the animal shelter?" He added. That was one of his frequent haunts in the afternoon. The animals always helped to soothe his mind on some of the more tumultuous days, and the long walks gave him plenty of exercise and time to think. He definitely needed both of those these days.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 19, 2017 16:33:14 GMT -5
Jack Whelan "Some dreams are meant for your eyes wide open." - x -
Apparent that he was staring at the man, the twenty-five year old hadn't really thought too much about it being impolite to stare. He'd spent a lot of time just watching people from a distance that his sense of most cultures was a little off. His manners were normally spot on, being respectful and polite as he normally could be, but even so... he couldn't help but to stare even if he had the sense to try to not to. His eyes were pulled to this blonde young adult, especially with his blue eye.
"Pardon me for seemin' a 'lil strange," he stated when he noticed the light blush upon the blonde's face. There wasn't usually a thing that his blue eye couldn't pick up. The trip over the guitar only made him smile a bit more warmly. "Haven't been around folks too much. Hope I ain't puttin' you on the spot." He grabbed his change and put it neatly in his pocket with one hand, grabbing the coffee with the other. A brief handshake was given to the other, making sure to have a firm, but warm grip.
A name. Colin. He almost seemed to know that just as the name began to form on the other's lips. He heard that name a lot, but... only in the back of his mind. His wolfish gaze focused on the blue-green eyes in front of him, almost seeming to study him. The places and such didn't mean a thing to him; he hadn't been in Cincinnati for a very long time and even then, he was only briefly here for a very short amount of time.
"Times, places an' dates don't mean nothin' to me, fella. Been around too much for me to have seen ya somewhere in this here town," he explained, glancing down at his coffee and then raising it, breathing in the scent. Ah, he loved the smell of coffee. Straight black coffee was something he normally drank, no sugar or anything. Call him weird, but he really did enjoy the bitter taste of it. "Ever been to Mullingar? No, that wouldn't have been the place to have seen you... Tokyo had too many different faces to 'member... I feel like I know ya, though."
Dreams. Memories that didn't belong to him. They were connected to this guy, Colin, somehow. It made him feel almost... close to a stranger. No shame added in when his thoughts were of the fact that he certainly wasn't hard on the eyes. He just smiled a bit behind the coffee as he took another sip of it, aware of both the burning hot feeling of the liquid in his mouth as well as the fact that he hadn't introduced himself either.
It wasn't best to go sharing his name around when he was supposed to be dead. No use getting attached to someone, after all. Glancing at the clock within the shop, he looked around a bit. "Say... do you know what day it is?" Casual conversation, of course, but it was also information that he had lost track of. He could almost always tell what time of day or night it was, but the days themselves were something that he probably should have been keeping track of.
He didn't have abnormal features just for nothing, after all.
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Post by lozi on Jun 19, 2017 20:11:17 GMT -5
Colin Stills A man begins to die when he ceases to expect anything from tomorrow. โ
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Colin found himself oddly starstruck by the man who had yet to introduce himself. He wasn't quite sure to respond, so he didn't, aside from the undesired red that rolled up his cheeks. Colin took the time to take a look at the stranger for himself. His appearance certainly could play a part in making him dumbfounded, but it was more the oddity of the encounter that had him at a loss of words. They both thought they knew each other, yet they didn't. Maybe they just couldn't collectively think of where they'd seen each other.
"Oh, it's no trouble sir." It really wasn't, compared to some of the customers that came through Deja Brew. Some of them had been unsatisfied which their drink order, which was understandably common, but had gone so far as to make a scene. If he had a dollar for all the times he'd been shouted at by cranky businessmen, he'd have more than a month of his salary. Most of the time, they were just early morning cranks without their caffeine, looking for some poor person to take their frustration out on. Of course, a meek, tired, timid barista made the perfect target.
As much as Colin would have liked to say he enjoyed his job, he'd be lying if he did. The guitar called to him from under the counter, and he longed to bring back some of the old instruments he'd played in his schooling years. Colin knew how to play a variety of instruments, from a cello to a trumpet. His favorite, always, was the guitar. He knew that his time to take the stage had passed, and years of feeling like a failure had put him into a sort of shell. The brash teenager-ness in him had receded, leaving behind a washed up doctor, not fit to operate. He ended up spending his days trapped behind a marble counter, rising with the sun and pouring endless cups of coffee.
Out of all the faces that had come through the cafe to get their coffee, Colin was becoming more sure that the stranger wasn't a regular. He was sure he'd recognize that voice if he was. He didn't recognize the places that Colin mentioned, and Colin didn't recognize the places that he mentioned. Perhaps it was doomed to stay a mystery. Colin was bemused, he had neither a name or a meeting place to go off of.
His next question took Colin off guard a little. "Uh, shucks. I think it's-" he took back his hand after he shook the strangers hand, and rooted around in the pockets of his denim apron. He puled out his phone, pushing the wake button. "It's Friday." He replaced the phone into his apron, wondering where the stranger could be going. He seemed to be busy, seeing as all the places he'd been. He'd been to Tokyo, for land's sake! Come to think of it, he must certainly have the money to back his trips up. Colin wouldn't have that kind of money, even between his three jobs. What he wouldn't do to get away for a couple of days.
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Post by ัฯฯััฮตdัะฝฮนะผะผฮตั on Jun 19, 2017 21:33:15 GMT -5
Jack Whelan "Live for the moment, but remember there's a future." - x -
Friday. Why hadn't he expected such a answer? Of course, he had meant the actual date, but the day was just as fine. Amusement flooded his eyes and a soft smile came to his lips once more with a soft chuckle at the misunderstanding of the question. Most of the time, people didn't understand what you meant by asking what the day was. Usually it was answered in the opposite way that you wished for it to be. His eyes flicked down to the other male's phone, staring a little bit before looking around the shop.
"Thank you, kindly. Would you mind if I took a small breather here? Haven't gotten myself a room yet and I'm sure tired from travelin' so far," Jack asked, his gaze returning to the inky colored blue-green eyes of the blonde in front of him. He tipped his hat a little to return the way it was, a little too tilted for his liking. "I understand if you wouldn't like that, just thought I'd ask... Colin, was it? Colin."
Colin. The name seemed to fit his tongue, liking the feeling of saying that name. It was surely a nice name indeed and he enjoyed saying it. Which was why he said it twice. Usually he wasn't much to bother for a name but... for some reason, just as he had been compelled to come to this small little shop... he liked that name. He had a name to put to the face. Normally he didn't do that at all. Didn't bother listening to a name nor labeling it to a person, a voice, a scent. There were only a select few he did that with but... then again, he wasn't really interested in that too much either. He traveled somewhat alone.
Boats made him sick and flying made him too dizzy to be able to withstand it awake, he mostly stuck to fast-traveling land vehicles. Of course, Jack was forced to take a boat or plane when it came to traveling across oceans. He hadn't been sleeping well as of late. Strange nightmares and then... visions of certain places and people. And now that he thought about it...
"You look like that fella I keep seein' in my dreams. Some person I don't really know I keep seein' an' he looks kinda just like ya and talks like you," he stated, almost as if he was finally stating something that had been on his mind for a bit. Jack gave a small laugh and shook his head a little, his gaze returning to Colin. "That's why I feel I know you. Believe it or not, find it as you would, you remind me of a fella I see when I'm asleep."
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