• [who we are] - Private - {Ika & Holli} •

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Niftybanner made by Holli x3

This is a private roleplay between Holli's lovely character Rory, and my own Balou.

Bah, sorry, I suck at making threads xD

I've been so excited for this, I can't wait to start! <3

[Smamm]

((Sorry that it is so short. I have to go. D|))

Roran awoke that morning with aching muscles and a spinning head. The brute sat up in his bed, and immediately fell back in a bundle of pillows and blankets. The previous night was fuzzy and hard to recall, so he didn't pressure any further to recall what had even occurred. Roran didn't often get drunk, or wake up hungover for that matter, but it happened from time to time. His eyes pinched shut as her tried to shake the heaviness from his mind, but it did no good. The boy then gathered up what strength he could and dragged himself to the shower, hoping to help relive some of the stress on his body. Roran swore a good shower could cure anything, for as he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, the only pain that remained was in his head. After pulling on a pair of jeans and plain white t-shirt, the boy popped a few advil into his mouth and swallowed as he had thousands of times before. His hair had dampened by the time he pulled on a pair of shoes and stepped out his garage door. Numbly he made his way to the drivers side of his silver off road jeep, opening the door and hopping in as he had just like any other day. The door slammed shut with a thud before Roran pulled out of the garage and started for a nearby bar. Today was the brunette's day off work, thank the lord, and he was going to enjoy it if it killed him.

When he finally reached the closest bar to his home, Roran wandered through the door as the same old little bell rang as it clanked against the glass door, and did the same as he shut the door behind him. Not many eyes turned his way, but Roran was just as indifferent to being noticed as to not. Roran hadn't taken off his little accessories from the night before, so his spiked gloves and necklace tucked under his shirt had come with him into this little private owned business. A sigh escaped the boy as he chose a bar stool and sat down. Roran was a regular customer here at this little place, and so the bartenders were aware of what he usually got, and of his name and the such. The bartender most commonly there named Bret set a red colored beverage in an odd almost triangle-like glass with a lime on the edge; something like a martini, but not as heavy in alcohol. Roran delicately picked up the glass, and inspected it skeptically. He rotated his wrist in circles, sending the blue liquid as well as the glass in circles. Swirling around the glass Roran shrugging off his skeptics, and took a sip. He set the glass back down on the high counter before rotating himself so he could look around the bar. The boy was definitely a people watcher, especially where there wasn't much else to do. His dark, almost maroon color eyes glanced from person to person, place to place, silently analyzing everyone and everything. He counted little things he noticed, like how many people had pierced ears, how many people were blonde or brunette, and things of the like to try and hold his interest. It didn't though, and so he returned to his drink unsatisfied.

[ika;]

{balou}

"And you are telling me you have absolutely nothing? Jeez, I'd never have pegged you for a dry storage."

Balou held the phone to his ear- already tuned out of the conversation he was having with his brother. He was not one to drink frequently, but circumstances had led him to craving the blissful muteness that alcohol gave his senses. His brother was fresh out of anything mildly inebriating, and Balou had already grabbed whatever jacket that was nearest and shrugged it over his shoulders. Excusing himself as quickly and as charmingly as he could manage, the boy clicked open the lock to the front door and ducked out. To say work had been stressful lately was an understatement. There were dark rings under his eyes from sleepless nights, and his pager still remained clipped to his belt, deserted. Occasionally it would emit a click- reminding him that it's batteries need changing, and each time he shook it vigorously and continued on his business. When he was accepted into medical school, Balou honestly had no idea what was in store for him. Shaking the whirling thoughts from his mind, Balou let his feet lead him to the nearest bar, his strides long and even; soon he was staring at the entrance. Running a deft hand through his deep russet hair, he reached and opened the door.

A bell clanged softly as he entered, and Balou carefully manouvered himself around to the bar. His pager clicked, and in response Balou scowled down at it, muffling it halfway through with his hand. Gazing with deep olive eyes around at his surroundings, Balou automatically set himself down on a stool, propping an elbow on the smooth surface and resting his head in his hand. The pager at his waist clicked again, and it was all Balou could do not to rip it from him and throw it. "Shut it." He snapped at the tiny machine, regardless of who may be listening. A bartender approached and he ordered- given his drink only a few moments later. He cupped the elegant glass in his hands, feeling the cool glass and relishing how the drink would warm him from the inside out. Lifting it to his lips, the tanned boy took a mouthful, allowing a smile as it sent bittersweet shocks throughout his body. Smoothing out his printed black shirt, he grinned broadly.

Much better.




-Your post is great- I love Roran <33

[Smamm]

((Daw, well thank you I suppose. I'll try and post better from now on. |3))

If it hadn't been for the jingle that greeted the brute's ears, he was sure he wouldn't have even noticed this new figure stroll in. The new boy whom had just snuck in made his was around the bar, grimacing all the way as if something was deeply troubling him. He seemed very distraught, and Roran was able to assume the cause was that other unfortunate soul on the other end of the phone the boy held in his hands. He took a seat a few stools down from Roran, his grimace growing to an expression filled with rage as he commanded for the person to silence, and popped his cellular device shut. The stranger seemed to relax almost instantly once taking a sip from his drink ordered from Bret, a pleasant smile cracking in the corner of his lips while his muscles retracted and smoothed.

A slight grin curved the corer of the boy's mouth to one side in a half smile. Roran's crimson eyes followed the stranger through his path, and didn't waver from his frame until he settled in a seat not far from himself. His ruby orbs glanced at his drink nonchalantly, returning to this new figure after releasing his hold on his beverage and drumming his fingers along the bar's ledge in thought. Up an down his eyes moved as he studied the businessman, his grin gaining a fairly charming presence. His eyes moved to his drink before he snatched it up, taking the finishing sip while his gazed paced down a few stools to the now relaxing man. Removing the glass from his lips, he examined it, twirling it between his fingers before setting it down on the counter. "Bret, fetch this nice man a nice shot of gold slogger. Nothing better to cool down the nerves after a long day at work. Oh, and while you're at it I'll take one as well..." he called out the bartender, glancing over at the new addition to the bar and lifting his hand into the air with his index and middle finger up, the rest curled down. With a flick of his wrist he completed the subtle little hand motion, and returned his appendage to his empty glass while Bret fiddled with a few shot glasses.