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[jj735]

[totally fine - it's interesting to see where the mind wonders while writing, plus, I'm not one to stop the creativity ]

[Graveyard_Melodies]

𝒟𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝐿𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈
male-21-bi-sexual
tags; Lennon

Giving his camera a small once-over; It was completely fine. He gave a little breath of relief as he looked at Lennon, nodding his head a bit. "The camera's fine, thanks for worrying." He chuckled a bit at Lennon's concern, thinking it was rather endearing considering they just bumped into each other. However, Dominic did make a mental note of how cute this stranger was. "Nah, you're good. I wasn't really paying attention, anyway..." He trailed off, hearing the hungry growls of the other male's stomach.

"Well, lucky for you, I was about to get something to eat," Dominic adjusted the strap around his neck to secure the camera as he spoke. "If you'd like, you can join me; since we just kinda bumped into each other and all..." He hummed, looking at Lennon, flashing a rather charming smile towards him. "You don't have to by any means..buuut....I'm buying," He added, hoping that would sway the other's decision to join him for some food. Dominic had always had a a rather forward nature about him; and this situation was no different.

𝒜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓈
Female-20-demisexual
tags;Jesica Roberts
Anny stood up, scooping up some of the books in her arms and turned to go put them in their proper places. She knew that she didn't have to, but it was something she wanted to do anyway. Anny was too polite for her own good. Coming upon a red-headed lady, she cleared her throat a bit. "Uh, excuse me," She said with a little grin, trying to be as nice as possible. "I need to put a few of these books back," she stated in a soft tone, looking around awkwardly. She wasn't the best with people.

[Spiritstar3]

Jesica Roberts- f- 25- pan- tags: Antoinette

The animal loving redhead hummed as she smiled down at her sweet pooch, Koki, a lovely German Shepherd with a Japanese born grandparent. She then turned her attention back to the books, smiling happily as she did. She hoped no one would try to pet Koki...he had his vest after all. She squeaked and jumped a little when someone spoke, and looking saw the girl she’d studied. “Ah! Um...I’m really sorry for being in your way...” she trailed off, shaking her head just a couple times.

William T Speare- m- 18 or 19- bi, guys more- tags: Merrick

The British born college student hummed as he sat in a park. He continued to sit under the tree, still painting the portrait of the surrounding scenery. He glanced up at the sky, seeing some clouds and of course the sun up there. He began a new portrait, painting the sky with its clouds and the sun. Soon enough, he switched back to his first portrait: the park. He hummed quietly and painted a bit, then looked up again, finally noticing the other guy...He didn’t know if the guy had noticed him or not...so he cleared his throat and called “Hey,” just to be sure the stranger knew he was there.

[arcadia bay.]

Name: Christiana Maureen Grey
Nickname: Christiana
Gender: Female
D.O.B: Monday, 27th Apr 1998 (Age 22)
Star sign: Taurus
Nationality: Finnish
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Religion: Agnostic
Sexuality: Unknown
Hobbies: bargain hunting, walking, listening to music, traveling, swimming, jigsaw puzzles, social card games, duck herding, chess
Favourite foods: dough balls, suet pudding

Christiana Maureen Grey is a 22-year-old college student who enjoys bargain hunting, walking and listening to music. She is exciting and smart, but can also be very lazy and a bit sneaky. She is Finnish. She is studying chemistry at college
Physically, Christiana is in good shape. She is short with bronze skin, black hair and green eyes.She grew up in a working class neighborhood. After her mother died when she was young, she was raised by her father. She is currently single. She decided to study abroad for college and ended up in Paris.

[jj735]

[accepted ]

[arcadia bay.]

;; thanks! anyone open?

[jj735]

[there are probably a few, most are just having little conversations with eachother that you could join]

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 "𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊" 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓
xxxxcismale • twenty-four • bisexual • tags: darcy • location: bookshop

Admittedly relieved when he heard the female before him speak English, albeit with an accent that he couldn't quite place, James offered a shy smile in return to her gentle words and willed himself to calm down from his embarrassment "Well, it's nice to see a few foreigners around here that speak English, regardless...I'm not very good with learning new languages, especially French." Wishing to inquire about where she was from, though knowing that prying into a stranger's life was frowned upon no matter his own curiosities, James tried his best to enter the headspace of an owner of a shop addressing a customer but again felt his general emotional state of being slip as the female began to explain her actions from before; while he was mostly over the death of his beloved, it was still a sore subject, though he always tried to keep positive and focus on the happiest memories.

Again falling back to that nostalgia from earlier that morning, feeling the familiar emptiness creep into his heart, James listened as the stranger told her story of the shop and of her connection to Emma with a tense posture and smiled regardless of the tragedy, waiting politely for her to finish before loosening up and allowing himself to dwell on the past "Ah, Emma always was a people person. That's why she ran the counter, not me." Chuckling half heartedly, James began to tell a little of his own story, feeding off of the female's energy and feeling a bout of confidence he usually didn't have. "She never was much of a reader, but she was passionate about this place, nevertheless. I read the books, and she managed them; we were a good team."

Still not much of a talker, even with the brief silence of his thoughts, James shot a toothy smile towards the female across from him and flushed a little as he realized how tragic he was painting his image to be, nervously shooting forward and offering a hand for her to shake in return to her introduction "O-oh! No need to apologize, I suppose I didn't introduce myself, either...I'm James. It's nice to meet you." Scolding himself for his gracelessness, the curly haired male turned his attention back down to the book that was now lying untouched on the counter and picked it back up, holding it out to Darcy and rubbing the back of his neck once again (a bad habit of his) "A-anyways, here, feel free to take it anytime you'd like. I think that she'd like it if the tradition upheld, even in her absence."

[Consulting_Angel]

Kendall Howard|Nonbinary|22|bisexual|tag(s): Maggie

You know that feeling when you're sure someone is watching you? Kendall had that feeling right now. They hadn't looked up when they heard the door opening, the tinkle of the bell indicating that someone had entered the cafe, nor when the customer approached the counter to talk to the server, Amélie. They were a little... too invested in pensively looking outside, and at their immediate surroundings, admiring the details within the cafe, and the people that passed by. But when that feeling of being watched struck, Kendall hesitated, resisting the urge to turn to see who it was that was looking at them - if at all. At least... they did, until the last moment, when they turned to see a pretty, young woman, who shot them a wink before leaving the cafe. Kendall was stunned for a few moments, and wondered what would have happened if they'd turned around sooner.

Brought out of their focus on inspiration-gathering and people-watching, Kendall took to disturbing their latte and croissant - which they considered a shame, since both had been artistically created. At the same time - in between bites and sips - they took out their notebook and pen from their bag, and finally started to write. It was just notes and details of the cafe, and brief thoughts about the behaviour of the people that walked by. But, they had a lot more than they realised to write about, and ended up filling two and a half pages of notes and ideas. They dated the notes, adding the time and location, so that they wouldn't forget when and where the notes had been written, then they put the notebook and pen back into their bag.

After they'd finally finished - both notes and their order - Kendall stood up, picking up the plate and the latte cup, and taking them over to the counter, so that they wouldn't have to be cleaned up after. After one last 'merci', Kendall left the cafe.
Outside, Kendall glanced around, carefully readjusting the strap of their bag, then started walking. They remembered that bridal shop they saw, and so decided to walk down to see the dresses in the window. They figured that even if it wasn't open yet, there'd be something to look at and draw inspiration from. Writing about a team of spies that planned to steal a rare ruby and sapphire necklace from an heiress bride that was having a wedding in Paris... it made sense to try and find a dress to reflect that.

Merrick Pearce|Transmale|20|bisexual|tag(s): William

He leaned down again, stretching, and he only noticed that there was someone else nearby - at least, someone else that had noticed him - when he stood back up again and he heard a voice calling over to him. Merrick turned, and was a little surprised to see a guy sat under a tree, evidently painting. He wasn't sure how he'd missed him... then again, he'd been fairly caught up in his own thoughts. It was still a little embarrassing, though. He really did have to try and be more aware of who was around him. Especially in a park like this.
Figuring that he could take a break - not that he was really doing anything - and that it would be rude of him to ignore the guy, Merrick smiled warmly. "Hey! I'm sorry, was I in the way?" he said, and also apologised, rather hoping that he wasn't stood in the way of whatever scene the other guy was painting. Some painters, he knew, preferred to have an undisturbed scene to paint. And regardless of that, he figured it was still worth apologising anyway.

Merrick approached the other guy, figuring that he should stand under the shade of the tree as well. He didn't sit down, though, he was a little uncertain about doing that. He didn't want to make the other guy uncomfortable, so he remained standing, feet back in the third position. Despite the other guy having only said one word so far, Merrick knew the accent. "You're from England as well, right?" he asked, just to be certain.

[jj735]

[maybe Christiana could visit the cafe?]