StarBucks|open|Gay rp

[sushii]

l u k e
Luke sighed contently as he seated himself in a booth at his most favourite place i the world. Starbucks. Of course, he also enjoyed the company of his kitten Hazza while sitting at home and reading books, but this was probably his second favourite thing. It was a nice day out; warm enough to go out without a jacket, but cool enough to wear a long sleeved shirt or jeans. And that's exactly what Luke wore. The shy bloke wore a red and white striped shirt that reached to his palms, and stopped just above his bum. His black skinny jeans complimented his black reading glasses he wore, his black fringe draped across his forehead as his grey gaze scanned his book. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he read the book called Shiver, he blindly reached for his cup of tea. Lifting the glass to his lips, Luke took a sip of the hot liquid, wincing at the heat, but he shook it off and gulped it down, returning his little mug to the table. It wasn't too busy in Starbucks today, but at the same time, too loud for Luke. He was used to the quiet atmosphere at home, his cute little tabby kitten purring in his lap and the flipping of pages echoing off the walls. He sighed, turning the page to begin chapter Twenty-seven of his book, black converse gently tapping against the floor under the table. He was in a decent mood. Shy and quiet as always.

[ᚻadou]

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at starbucks
watching luke
thoughtless
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he kept his spot in line, slowly moving up, letting out a groan, or sigh here and there to move them along. his eyes wandering around, but then stopping on a boy seated with a book. he was obviously very into the book, and levi could tell. a small grin turning up his lips as he stepped up in line, turning his attention back to the barista.
"vente pumpkin spice frappachino, please, don't forget the whipped cream," he instructed her, giving her a smirk as he rung him up, and he handed her the exact amount, pre-prepared since this was his usual fall drink. he moved over, waiting at counter for his drink,
"Levi?" another one of the barista's called, and levi rose a hand, and took the cup. he spun around, his eyes landing on that one odd boy reading his book. he tilted his head, thinking for a moment before walking right up behind him, and begin to read the book before opening his mouth,
"you're really into that book, aren't ya?" he commented from behind.

[Fork]

With the lights out
It's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us~

a m . i . j a c o b . o r . d e s c
Jacob sat in starbucks, looking into an empty cup, ear buds hung from his ears. He hummed along to 'Smells like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. He had brought his macbook with him, and it sat open, a cosplay tutorial open in youtube. He had it on mute, but it had subtitles. His eyes flickered to the screen every few minutes. He closed the laptop and put it in a bag, and threw the cup out. Going to the counter to get another. He was still half asleep, and his non lined eyes had circles under them. He ordered a coffee, asking for it to be really strong, and have milk and cream in it.
"Thank you"
He said to the woman behind the counter before walking back to his seat. His voice was scratchy and sounded like a darth vader wannabe. The worker raised a brow, before going back to work.

I'm worst at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

[intriguing]

ＱＵＩＮＮxxＬ． ＤＡＶＩＥＳ

"The name's Quinn, I smoke but don't drink, I'm a gay punk and I'd really just like to
get on with my art now, so if there are no more questions? Good. Great, thanks for
your time,"

Quinn is a young (21 year old), budding artist. He's opinionated, argumentative and quite
often pessimistic but despite this he never conveys an ounce of arrogance. Quinn is exactly
as he says he is. He's honest, trustworthy and would never hide a thing, he's bored of the
world and the constant challenge it poses to his beliefs, whether it's to his religion
(agnosticism), his music taste (punk and heavy metal) or even his sexuality (as some people
might put it - he's as gay as they come). He's a kind, if rather moody, soul, and shows his
flamboyance through his artwork more than anything else. He likes nothing more (except
perhaps a good boyfriend) than to sit in a comfortable chair and sketch the world as it gos
by around him. In a romantic relationship, however, Quinn's hard exterior can often fade,
he takes up a certain gentleness with those he feels comfortable with and can be, when
he chooses, rather sweet.

Six foot with a toned (almost triangular shaped) build and an ice blue Mohawk, this guy is
what could be described as 'rogueish'. The more rugged brand of handsome. Thick eyebrows
and a strong jaw, along with a nose and lip piercing give him a look of intimidation, of
strength, this isn't exactly helped by the foul-mouthed slogans he wears on his band shirts
or the ripped, blood stained jeans he dons on a day to day basis. It's not like the guy has
had some unfortunate lack of love in his childhood to make him this way, quite the opposite,
it is simply that he likes a good bit of heavy metal and doesn't really care what people
think of him.

Quinn isn't the tidiest of people, but he's certainly artistic, so his flat looks, whilst often
messy, at least interesting. His walls are adorned with poster of gigs and bands and art
and films, and most of his floor and under his bed are books and CDs.

[sushii]

l u k e
Luke gasped in shock when he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him and he whipped around, dropping his book on the table. The spine smacked against the table, pages fluttering shut and he fixed his glasses. Gazing up at the stranger, his cheeks flooded red. "Uh- Y-yea." He whispered, biting his lip and shrinking back. Luke wasn't used to speaking with others. "I-I like reading." He bit his lip, sheepish.

[Dr.Holmes]

Accepted. Alez is open if someone needs someone to talk too.

[intriguing]

ＱＵＩＮＮxxＬ． ＤＡＶＩＥＳ

Quinn was sat at a large table. His hood was down. His eyes were closed. His fingers were pinching the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, an exasperated sigh if you will, and then looked up once again. Spread about on the table in front of him was a laptop, an A3 sketchpad, a considerably smaller sketch book, at least four research books, two mugs (one of tea, the other of coffee), a half eaten croissant and at least a dozen pencils. Quinn Davies was an art student in his final year of college. To say it was stressing him out was an understatement.

He was, in general, a brilliant student. He was set to get his qualification with the highest honours. His coursework was good, his dissertations brilliant and he was always on time, but this was only ever through hard work, and two different forms of caffeine. His fingers started clacking away at the keyboard, a sudden rush of imagination surging into his mind, forcing his hands to churn out a decent paragraph on Leonardo Da Vinci's work. Then, just as quickly as they had arrived, his ideas trickled away. He saved the document he was working on (it had reached twelve pages in a standard, size 11, font; he was meant to have written fifteen) and then closed his laptop. He collected his pencils into his pencils case, neatly tidied his study books, then withdrew a single, thick pencil and his small sketchbook; his personal sketchbook.

Quinn started to sketch. It was idle at first, his smooth lines of the gentleman's head, but soon his switched his pencil for a much thinner, harsher one, he needed detail, clarity. Who the young man was, he had no idea, but drawing him took Quinn's mind off other things, off the huge workload that lay ahead of him.

((The guy that Quinn's drawing can be anyone, so feel free to say the character spots him doing it or something c:))

[Fork]

When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye
And if you're true, the whole wide world will laugh with you
When we see nothing's wrong with you and me
Time will tell, it might even ring a wedding bell

a m . i . j a c o b . o r . d e s c
Jacob saw a young man drawing, he was behind him, and he smiled, walking over to him, the ear buds playing "Push th' Little Daisies" by Ween. He tapped him on the shoulder, pointing to the drawing and giving a thumbs up. When he smiled, small dimples showed, and he slowly sat down, taking out his phone, and going to the notes app. 'That's really good, I like it' He typed in, before showing the other. He didn't really want to scare him off with his voice. Though some things were left untold.

Watch the little daisies grow, little daisies grow
Now just push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Watch them grow, watch them grow
As I push the little daisies and make 'em come up
Make 'em come up, make 'em come up,
Make 'em come up, say

[intriguing]

ＱＵＩＮＮxxＬ． ＤＡＶＩＥＳ

Quinn raised his mug to the guy, as if toasting him, and smiled, "Thanks," he said, unsure whether he could be heard over the sound of his music. He added the final details and shading, completing the sketch a little before he had otherwise meant to, but he had company and if he had been taught anything in his life it was to never ignore someone's company. Quinn then took a sip of his tea before extending a hand to the young man in whose company he now found himself, "I'm Quinn, by the way," he said with what he hoped was a welcoming smile. That's where Quinn got stuck. People didn't usually approach the moody, somewhat standoffish young man, and he didn't tend to talk to other people, and so, as he found himself in this new situation, he was sort of perplexed. He reclined a little in his seat, trying to seem at ease with everything, but in reality he didn't really know how to act or react.

((not a great post in comparison to the last, sorry, i'm ill :c))

[Fork]

When you lie, kiss your baby bye bye bye
And if you're true, the whole wide world will laugh with you
When we see nothing's wrong with you and me
Time will tell, it might even ring a wedding bell

a m . i . j a c o b . o r . d e s c
Jacob took the hand and shook it, before taking his phone out and typed, "I'm Jacob, its nice to meet you." He showed it to him with a small smile. Before turning his music down. The infamous/imfamous? {{Who cares anyway? XD}} bands once loud music was now dim like a candle about to burn out. He put his coffee down. "May I sit?" He said in a quiet voice, it sounded like he was really sick, but he always covered it with a different lie. Nobody has actually ever asked if it was something medical, which it was..kind of. He drank bleach when he was 14, trying to commit suicide and ended up burning his larynx severely. Its a miricle he can still talk.

Watch the little daisies grow, little daisies grow
Now just push th' little daisies and make 'em come up
Watch them grow, watch them grow
As I push the little daisies and make 'em come up
Make 'em come up, make 'em come up,
Make 'em come up, say

//Its fine, but if I misspell anything, its because my spell check isn't working on the forums for some reason. I don't know if anybody else is having that problem.