‘ do i need to stick an out of order sign on my forehead for you to understand that i don’t care about your popcorn refill ? ’ heavy sigh slips through parted brims, delicate tips rubbing against temples in less than discreet manner. ‘ can’t you see i’m on break ? ’ inquiry serves as display of distaste towards figure hovering over own station. ‘ feel free to serve yourself, but don’t go heavy on the butter, i’ll be the one to blame. ’ / @unrcpentant
“ excuse me.. ” he inquires, already a signature smug smile on his face as he steps up next to the lady that was clearly bothering dara, that was the least of his worries. he was more interested in joining her. “ what happened to the customer is always right, dara ? ” brow raises as he against the counter “ and did you just tell this lady to watch her weight ? ” he wonders in feign offense, a quiet tsk tsk sound leaving his lips.
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soft huff falls from pursed lips, puzzled grimace spreading across features in attempt to keep a straight face a moment longer. ‘ okay, real talk. do you think i could get away with calling in sick for a third day in a row or is it too much ? ’ chuckles at the thought, yet gaze fixates on opposite figure, awaiting a response femme is already well aware of. ‘ in my defence, i’ve been very busy this week — with all sorts of things, you know. ’ / @unrcpentant
gaze lifts to the brunette across from him, the words leaving her lips somehow not a surprise to him and yet he could never figure out why she bothered asking him whether or not she should take the short cuts. his answer was usually the same. “ three days already ? ” he questions with a shake of his head “ you might as well just quit. ” only a moment passes before he laughs “ but that wasn’t a suggestion in any way. ” just so they were clear. “ uh huh, and what are all those things ? ”
› she would recognize him anywhere — not necessarily because he towered over most of the barely five foot something freshman students, but maybe because she had found herself thinking about him. more than usually these days. and so the sight of him sped up her step, her arm hooking through his once she’d reached his side. “ where are you hurrying off to ? ” she announced herself, curiosity burning behind deep brown eyes. having been stuck in an office for most of the day, eyes glued to the bright screen of a desktop computer filled with quantum mechanics, simply a breath of fresh air seemed exciting. “ the only company i’ve had all day has been my research, and although quantum field theory really gets me going, i think i may be driving myself a little crazy. so … are we doing anything interesting ? ”
he’s startled for a moment as an arm hooks through his, although not surprised at the familiar face making the gesture. “ nadia.. ” he greets her with a slight laugh. “ am i hurrying ? ” he wondered, a con to having long legs was apparently moving further faster, so he slows down for her. besides even if he had been in a hurry he certainly wasn’t now. “ quantum field theory get’s you going ? ” he repeats with a warm laugh, “ good to know. ” maybe he was in a hurry, to the library... “ i don’t know you know.. ” he hums “ was just kinda going for a walk, but we can grab a coffee or surely we can think of something more exciting to do, yeah ? ”
❛ i’m just saying … you’re kind of taking up a lot of space for someone who’s only ordering the blandest kind of latte and doesn’t own gucci loafers, ❜ she shrugs back, tamping down some coffee grounds for her next order. truth be told, amidst the chaos of beans’ morning rush, she’s glad to see at least one familiar, rage-free face. ❛ best friends or not, jules, i don’t own beans. so i don’t make the rules. so when i’m told that julian blake’s getting no solid gold in his latte because someone who’s better than him in every way’s just come in and ordered, i do as i’m told, ❜ she teases, pausing to wait for the loud hiss of the espresso machine to pass, ❛ i don’t want to burst your already-damaged bubble, but the last ‘ counter you leaned on ’ was a real low. like, a real low. pretty sure she said her favorite ice-cream flavor was rum raisin, like my grandpa. so maybe you should get someone with better taste in counters advise you next time ? ❜
he falls silent for a moment, brows drawn together in thought trying to come up with some sort of reason why she’s wrong in her conclusion, “ i do own gucci loafers.. ” he mutters under his breath as if he didn’t fully wanna admit it. they were simply, in the back of his closet. “ anyway, i’m no coffee expert but since you are and since you know me so well, tell me.. what should i be drinking ? ” already assuming she’d simply point out bland was good for him. “ in every way ? damn you’re really coming for my ass this morning, huh ? ” he pouts shortly, smile pulling at his lips. “ fine, fine.. ” he admits with a roll of his eyes, “ not my best work. well, actually i’ve been working this other one, but it’s so fucking high. quality counter though...but it ain’t working out for me. ”
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❛ are you actually planning on commenting on the name being every order while leaning on my counter all day, jules ? don’t you have places to be ? people to see ? hobbies to enjoy ?gucci loafers to buy in bulk ? ❜ she sighs, a little louder than needed to feign actual annoyance at julian’s presence. an amused eye roll follows his remark about the pure gold flecks, almost tempting her to toss an ice cube in the direction of the other’s forehead ( she’s known for her great aim, after all ). ❛ terribly sorry about the lack of twenty-four karat gold leaf in your latte, we ran out an hour ago ! some guy who’s a lot richer and also better looking stopped by when we opened so i thought we should just dump all of our gold into his drink. you get it, right ? ❜
“ don’t have to act so excited about it. ” he muses before shrugging lightly “ but all day ? no. while i enjoy this latte, yes. ” he states, when had julian blake ever been on time anyway ? eyes roll at the gucci loafer comment “ i wouldn’t be caught dead in gucci loafers.. ” not anymore that is. he can’t help but laugh at her words “ thought i was some sort of vip here, but hey, it’s not like we’ve been best friends for... ” he starts counting nonsensically on his fingers “ i don’t know like twenty years, couldn’t even save one gold leaf for me. ” he shakes his head “ but sure, i get it. if someone cuter came along and caught my eye i’d probably be leaning on her counter all day, if you catch my drift eh ? ”
thankfully it was not too long until closing time, one more film and he could get out of here. it wasn’t that he didn’t like his job, he did, but he was just not feeling it today. there had been a bunch of kids who had come in and spilt popcorn everywhere, and now he’d just had to clean up a load of coca cola that had been dropped down the back of one of the seats.
with a hefty sigh, bandit leaned against the counter, not really expecting to see anyone else considering the last film had started ten minutes ago. “ you’re running a bit late?” bandit couldn’t help but smirk , as he faced the other. “ sorry, the doors are closed now, i can’t let you in”
the look on his face was nothing short of what the fuck and this is some bullshit. never had he been denied access, and to the cinema of all places ? if that wasn’t the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “ no problem man, it’s a good thing i can open the fucking door myself, cheers. ”
📌 location : beans & barley
💬 open to : everyone !
nine in the morning, aka the pre-class rush at beans ( a good amount of whitby students like to make a detour ) and the time of day alexandra is most afraid of. nothing’s scarier than a twenty-something year old running on just a couple of hours of sleep and a caffeine consumption that might as well be dispensed out of an iv bag. fingers daintily pop the lid of the drink she’s just finished making into place and she quickly adds a few doodles of her own onto the cup, before checking what name to call out. ❛ why would people … ❜ her voice trails off, before she casts her attention back out onto the rest of the coffee shop and re-adopts her upbeat barista demeanor, ❛ i have an iced oat milk latte for maya rudolph’s wig when she played beyoncé in the hot wings snl skit ! iced oat milk latte ! for maya rudolph’s wig ! ❜
“ the fuck does that even mean ? ” he questions as he leans against the counter like he owned the damn place. now he liked to believe he was pretty up to date with the memes and the media but guess even he had to declare a loss once in a while. sipping on his latte he’d gotten just moments ago, “ you know this is good and all, but i’m disappointed about the lack of pure gold flecks.. ” he whines all in jokes, “ it’s like you don’t take me serious. ” and she was right not to. his orders were always ridiculous for the sake of annoying the brunette but at least he didn’t make it for maya rudolphs wig when she, something else he’d already forgotten.
STARTER FOR: anyone
EXTRA: the retro room, any time
even with the generous four inches that her heels provide her, nia can’t reach the top of the cabinet that sits innocently in the retro room. not being gifted vertically is something she’s long made her peace with ( along with the help of an extensive heel collection that brought her to almost scraping average height ), but the small wooden table she’s been eyeing remains far outside the length of her stretching fingertips. a devious glance around her surroundings provides her with no less than four ways she can get to the top of the cabinet. a split second later and she’s climbing atop a different table next to the high cabinet that provides another three feet of height. there are already plenty of scars of wear on the table top, evidence of a healthy life it once held, and so she’s not too worried about the tips of her heels scuffing. maybe when she has help she’ll come back to retrieve it as well, but for now she happily reaches for the small wooden box that she’d been eyeing. item in hand, she turns then to clamber back down only to find herself looking down at someone. her small o or surprise morphs quickly. “ so — our little secret ?? ” she offers, smile wide and charming. signature. “ what’d’ya say ?? ”
luc in his relatively short time at whitby thought he’d gotten to know nia pretty well, albeit most of it being on the field but that was no less than impressive. “ well, well, well... ” he sighs, head shaking in feign disapproval before a smile breaks through “ ever thought about asking for help ? ” he questions, in any other situation he would’ve been at least like two heads taller than her, it was pretty convenient not having to do parkour to reach the things he wanted, but making jokes about her height would probably be a little cliché. “ oh and if anyone asks, i didn’t see a thing. ”
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yes it’s me...again...sorry yet another shit intro, actually this might be worse than julian’s. i put blood sweat and tears into it though you can count on that. anyway, luc is still a little rough around the edges as i haven’t really gotten to develop him yet.
RUBEN LOFTUS-CHEEK, CIS MALE, TWENTY SIX, HE/HIM ⟨ ✽ ⟩ hey, you haven’t bumped into luc andré lately, have you? they have been living here for the past year and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as determined & charming. a little birdie told me they can be quite unlucky & pessimistic though. explains why they’re an assistant coach for the whitby soccer team. they really remind me of beers with the boys, waking up at 5 am, and being overly prepared . if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around waverly athletics park.
the andré’s are basically like the beckhams. his dad is a retired soccer player who’s pretty much got a legend status amongst soccer fans and even none soccer fans because he’s simply an icon. his mom is a fashion designer and has done some tv-hosting gigs over the years, she’s pretty funny as well, has participated in a couple of british comedy shows but she’s not considered a comedian. anyway, the whole family is just kind of known for being super stylish and posh.
luc went in his fathers footsteps i mean he basically came out of the womb with a soccer ball. he was a natural, even with all the pressure of having to live up to his fathers legacy. he was kind of your typical golden boy, although it’s not because he was a natural at everything, but he was stubborn and determined to make things work and figure things out. he’s always been a hard worker whether that was in school or sports.
his soccer career started out super well, having joined the chelsea soccer academy at age 9 and staying there until he made it pro and got a contract for chelsea fc. many experts called him the future captain and also called a spot for him on the national team. they probably jinxed it for him. ‘cause at the age of 20 he started being riddled with injuries some smaller and less serious than others but when he got an acl injury shit really hit the fan. the doctors claimed the outlook was good at first as it was only a partial tear and didn’t need surgery just recovery but with his luck of course he managed to tear it completely as he lacked patience. after surgery and physical therapy over a year had gone by and honestly there wasn’t much positive news to report...
it wasn’t with good will but he ended up putting his soccer career on hold. instead pursuing a bachelor in physical education, he ended up at university of massachusetts. after finishing said bachelor, he was approached by the coaching team at whitby university who’s assistant coach spot would soon be open...and honestly luc didn’t have much else going for him so he ended up accepting. it’s been a year now and he’s honestly thriving. while it’s far from his dream, he’s having a good time.
he’s very down to earth, very much a people person and probably why he works so well in the assistant coach position, working closely with the players, he’s probably giving big brother vibes to many of them. but his vibes are chill...he’s very charming though, very friendly and sometimes too friendly, he might be flirting...
he can be slightly unlucky and that makes him slightly pessimistic at times, with his track record he just kinda expects the worst.
i came embarrasingly unprepared to this and i have no excuse…well…c’est la vie. i’m ac, 24, she/her and i hail from the unholy gmt+1 timezone. this is my boi julian, he’s an oldie but goldie. okay, this intro is just gonna be very short and basic because first of all…unprepared and second of all, i’m dumb ya know?
XAVIER SERRANO, CIS MALE, TWENTY FIVE, HE/HIM ⟨ ✽ ⟩ hey, you haven’t bumped into julian blake lately, have you? they have been living here for the past twenty-five years and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as charismatic & clever. a little birdie told me they can be quite cunning & arrogant though. explains why they’re a masters student in political science at whitby university. they really remind me of abnormally high standards, the burning feeling after taking a shot and smirks that infuriate. if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around conan & sons.
BACKGROUND & PERSONALITY:
to keep it short and sweet. julian was born in spain... his parents were young and broke and they already had one child to take care of. julian wasn’t exactly planned and so they gave him up for adoption.. and that’s how he ended up with the blake’s. they’ve been living in port briar for ages, well on the outskirts in some over the top mansion. both of his dad’s succesfull in their respective fields, a politician and a lawyer. which would explain his compromised moral compass....
he was definitely an easy child growing up, he didn’t get in much trouble and just kinda took care of himself, very independent from the get go. could easily find entertainment when bored, generally dealt very well with boredom tbh. it’s supposedly very healthy and all that.
around his teenage years he started becoming more influenced by his peers and although he still mostly steered clear of scandals and drama….you could always kind of find him adding fuel to the fire. man the guy loves gossip and watching people fight each other as long as they’re not fighting him.
anyway, from a young age he was playing soccer, sort of a homage to his birthplace. he was good and he only got better with age but he also grew a lot more distracted. see he’s not really that good at fully applying himself to things he’s kind of the master of half-assing things and getting away with it. king of bullshitting. truly he’s just lazy but he’s great at putting others to work.
it’s kind of how he’s gotten through college so far as well. with a major in political science, and honestly a weirdly good business sense, he could probably sell sand in sahara. he’s arrogant but just charming enough to get away with it, even if he’s lying through his teeth, he has a certain way of sarcasm that most people don’t catch on.
he’s on the whitby soccer team, has gotten offers to play professionally but it’s like...a lot of work and he’s just extremely indecisive. so when whitby approached him about doing his masters there, he kinda accepted without even really thinking about it. kind of just an insane excuse to put off making a decision for another two years. he somehow gets away with half-assing soccer as well - despite actually loving it - showing up late to practice or with hangovers or not showing at all.
likes to be the smartest person in the room, albeit he’s most likely not, but don’t get me wrong he’s definitely smarter than he looks, and it won’t stop him from acting like it. very business savvy, knows how to charm a crowd even if that crowd is simply a bunch of rich old men gathered around a table in a conference room. twisting people’s words and actions to his benefit is also kind of a specialty of his. — tbh he’s fairly easy to deal with when you know him, he may think he’s super clever and mysterious but he’s just kind of a fool. his humor is very specific and yet, you’ll find him with a smile on his lips like most of the time, even if it is one you kinda wanna smack off of his face. has a tendency to laugh at the wrong times though, don’t take it ill…it’s not you. it’s him.
drives an aston martin vantage f1 edition because he’s got expensive taste okay, although he obviously has several choices including his beloved motercycle. the aston martin is his preferred though.
he lives in a nice apartment on high street, with his two year old dobermann called zeus. it’s his most used phrase “ can’t, gotta take zeus for a walk ”
