Neat!
Name: Alexander “Alex” Langton (Stage name: Exanger “POLL”)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: On stage: A spiky black wig with dark blue contacts (sorry I stole your wig/contact idea xD). Outside, a soft blonde hair that is rather short, and green eyes.
Usual Outfit: Flannels everywhere anywhere.
Personality: On the stage: Loud and rabunctuous, off stage quiet for the sake of his throat.
Flaws: Presumably psychotic because look at how much he changes.
Favorite Food/Drink: Black coffee
Favorite Animal: Moo mooooo
Favorite Color: Sea Blue
Favorite Season: Spring
Favorite Book(s): Any but doesn’t read much.
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s): Ummmm Marvel shows/movies idk.
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s): Rock. He loves rock, that’s actually what inspired him to become a rock star.
Other: Loves traveling. He can’t wait to travel around for his carreer.
(Oohz, nice.
Lol. I just realized that I forgot to say that Autumn is a natural blonde…)
(…i could… it’d be kinda bad tho. But since it’s my RP i will.)
(Lol. I'm sure it'll be great. Go for it!)
(^-^)
The day was swaltering hot. The heat waves reflected off the hard brittle roads of the small country town of Seysburg.
Alex hurried into one of the smaller coffeeshops at the sides of the roads, sighing as the cool A/C heavy air washed over him. A waitress greeted him with a bright wave and a smile. Alex bowed his head then gently kissed her hand in greeting. She blushed, waved a little notepad then led him to a rickety retro-styled table.
(Aw. Cute.)
Autumn sighed and combed her fingers through her pink hair as she stepped into the coffee shop. She was finally home from her latest movie recording, and it felt so good to be back. A break was long overdue. For the past few years, all she had done was film movie after movie and cameo in show after show.
This place was her haven, her home. And this coffee shop, man had she missed it. They had the best lattes in town– no, the world.
She was greeted by a smiling waitress and ordered her drink, a strawberry-vanilla latte with whipped cream. When she had paid for it and picked it up, she found an empty booth to sit in.
Alex ordered a cinnamon bread with a latte with no sugar or cream. The waitress hurried off and Alex started fanning himself with the familiar menu, tapping his foot idly to a rythym repeating in his head.
Jax played those drums like a god. I’ll have to hire him next time.
Autumn sighed and took a sip of her drink. She leaned against the window and looked outside at the familiar landscape. The shops, restaurants, apartment buildings, even a bright green park far off to the left.
Now, if only I had longer than a week to stay here. But, unfortunately, you can't film a movie without actors, so I need to be back before filming starts…
Alex smiled warmly as his waitress dropped off his appetizer and drink.
“I’ll have the best stack of pancakes Nancy can cook, Reilly.” His voice hummed huskily in his throat, as if it were strained from use.
Reilly (the waitress) nodded and smiled. “Alright! Will do Alex!” She trotted off without even writing down his order, they knew him so well.
(Oh. He should probably have a concert or something so Autumn can hear him… Maybe she passes by somewhere he's practicing and gears him that way?)
A waitress came over to Autumn and asked if her drink was okay. She assured her thatcher was and asked if she could get a single piece of French toast as well. The waitress nodded and wondered if she'd like any bacon or sausage.
"Just a few sausage links would be great. Thanks so much," Autumn said with a grin. The waitress jotted her order down and made her way back to the kitchen.
(I was thinking maybe she’d hear his voice and be like, “Oh what happened bro bro” and he’d be like, “i just came back from a concert/recording.”)
Alex rubbed his chin and pulled out his phone. 213 notifications, almost all from Apple, Twitter and Musical Newsletters.
Why… I don’t want this attention… He sighed, scrolling through them; his tummy jumping at everytime he caught sight if his stage name.
(Ohhhh. Okay. Sure.)
Autumn looked over at the guy who had ordered just before her. His voice sounded hoarse, and she wondered what happened. Standing up, she resolved to ask him.
"Um, hey. I couldn't help overhearing you order. Can I ask what happened to your voice?" she asked, standing beside his table.
Alex looked up and immediately flipped his phone over. “Oh,” He cleared his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t think it was noticable. I just came back from performing at a concert!” He smiled, then realized his mistake. Dammit…
"Oh, really? Sounds like fun. Do you sing, then?" Autumn asked with a polite smile.
Alex politely smiled back. “Yes I do. Would you like to sit? I’ll pay for your food.” Kindness was a gesture he couldn’t help showing.
"You don't have to do that," Autumn assured him. "But I'll take you up on the offer to sit."
“Nah, don’t worry about it, I’ll pay happily.” He smiled warmly at her as she sat. “What’s your name?” He asked curiously. “Sorry, it’s alright if you don’t want to tell me.”
"I'll tell the stranger paying for my food what my name is," Autumn chuckled. "I'm Autumn. It's nice to meet you…"
Alex nodded. “I’m Alexander, but my friends just call me Alex.” He stuck a hand out for her to shake. His rough, guitar playing hands looked unfriendly to shake.
Autumn had shaken worse-looking hands in her line of work, so she was unfazed by Alexander's. She shook his hand with a grin.
"Nice to meet you, Alex," she said, gently pulling her hand back.
Alex nodded. His hands were rough-looking and blemished by pick strumming (he’s a lefty), his skin was rough, yes, but friendly in the hand.
“Great to meet you too, Autumn!”
"Do you live around here?" Autumn asked curiously. Having grown up in the area, she knew almost everyone who had lived there for a while, but she didn't recognize Alex.
“No, I unfortunately travel a lot. I used to live here.” He smiled. His teeth were white and straight.
