forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

(uhm
some guy hits on her? idek honestly)

Would you mind just putting up a brief desc?)

Name: Rowan Lancaster
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: heterosexual
Appearance: Chesnut brown short hair, curly and unkempt. Has smaller gray eyes with thick eyelashes. About 5’6 and built smaller. Usually has a longer overcoat on in the winter with skinny black jeans and a button down or t shirt.
Personality: More of an observer than a talker. Creates many friendships and will keep in touch with most people if he can. Heavy British accent. Always compliments people if they seem down or not confident. Not very confident in himself most of the time. Even though he makes many friendships there are times where he still feels lonely.
Likes: coffee, small talk, traveling
Dislikes: being alone, visiting his brothers, cooking.
Other: is a vegetarian and most likely a hufflepuff.

(Sorry I made him up on the spot)

(Lmao thanks and ikr I’ll fall hard for a brit)

(same omfg
Or South African accents
Which everyone says are the same as British ones but they're not
anyways both are hot)

(whispers yesyesyesyeswakandaforever

Anyways
How should we start?)

(I think we're talking about a different accent….. lol
but yes, that too

uh cliché coffee shop au? library?)

(Yeah ik But usuhdksksssksba accents <3

Yeah he could be the barista at a coffee shop or something, maybe interested in architecture as well??)

(zhdxgjfchkjk
yeah sure! should he be in her class too, but they've never talked? or nah?)

(Yeah
_{“locky” omfg that’s adorable}

(XD)

Macha kept her eyes glued to the floor. A crowd moved around her, flowed like a river around a rock or a slowly listing tree. Laughter hung in the air, snatches of conversation, phones ringing. But somehow, she couldn't bring herself to move.

Each step she took felt like torture. Glass shards digging into the pads of her feet. A scorching trail of fire everywhere she stood. And she looked like an absolute wreck, that much was obvious to her. Hair done up in a messy bun atop her head, dark circles underlining exhausted eyes, a sallow, sunken face, a tiny figure that bordered on anorexic. Tyler's absence had not served her well.

But finally, Macha forced her feet to shift, to carry her over to the back of the long, winding line to the cashier. Coffee…. she thought. Caffeine. I need caffeine.

(Damn)
(You’re such a good writer!!!!!)

Rowan rushed around, serving various people and making coffee. He finally made it through the long line of people and smiled sweetly at the last customer. “Hello there, darling. What can I get for you?”