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pcachcs·:

jackson chuckled, tilting his head slightly. “oh, is that so? can’t say i’m not excited, honestly.” the boy teased. he himself could put some food away too, but he wasn’t going to strike up an eating contest just yet. “well then i’m looking forward to it.” he hummed, filling up his cup.

“o’fannain? so you’re an irishmen, aye? think we’re suppose to be sworn enemies, seeing as i’m scot an all. is this the budding romance of romeo and juliet all over again?” he said playfully, laughing at his own joke. he reached for his own straw and lid before finally introducing himself. “I’m jackson. the pleasure is all mine.” 

Fane laughed softly, pulling out his phone and opening up a blank contact. "If I'm taking you for burgers and fries, well, I'm gonna need to know where to find you," he pointed out, gesturing at the phone. "And I'll try to pick a good place for burgers. But I don't know this city quite as well as I know New York."

"Born and raised in Brooklyn, though," Fane explained, but he nodded. He was an Irish citizen despite growing up in the United States. "Although, as a Scot, I think whether we're enemies or not depends on your view of the English. Because really, is the Scottish plight that different from the Irish one? But all things considered, didn't Romeo and Juliet die? I'd rather... not do that if that's all the same to you."

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misplacvd·:

fane’s words of kindness touched ellie’s heart and alleviated her guilt. “ you’re the best. “ she praised him, offering a bright smile. elizabeth noticed the uber waiting for them in the street, and made her way toward it, leaning against fane for balance purposes. the car’s shape was a bit of a blur, but she managed to reach it just fine. 

feeling comfort in fane’s presence, elizabeth realized that she felt a slight fear about being home alone. ever since the loss of her husband, ellie sometimes had troubles with loneliness. forcing herself not to sound too desperate, she extended an invitation toward him, “ would you like to come home with me and watch a movie ? “ as a means of giving him an out, she added, “ no worries if not… my puppies do a good job of keeping me company. “ the words came out a bit jumbled, but ellie was confident that she got her point across.

Fane laughed softly. "Ain't sure about the best thing, but I do try to be at least somewhat decent," he said, helping Elizabeth into the car. "There's a lotta bad people in the world. I don't need to be another." He got the seatbelt around her and clicked it into place before Fane got himself settled in the car.

"I'd like that," Fane told her softly. He could see the echoes of loneliness around her. He'd looked like that after losing his parents almost ten years ago. But at least he had had Sutton. And now, Elizabeth would have him. At least until she decided she wanted someone who would inevitably be better for her than Fane was. Someone who actually knew how to help her instead of just being a stable set of shoulders to carry whatever burdens he could. "Got a movie in mind?"

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pcachcs·:

“love being with a man that can eat.” jackson mused, still in character as a smirk appeared on his lips. at his request, the other nodded his head at the cashier, letting them know that the large fry was perfectly fine. the boy nodded his head, a soft chuckle leaving his hips. “sounds like a play to me, doll. but know, i might be a little more expensive than this place.” he teased, completely joking of course. he swiped his card before taking the two cups, and handing the other one to the stranger. “here you are.” he noted, as he began to walk towards the drink station. “so, since we’re dating, i feel i should know the name of my beloved, don’t you?”

Fane laughed. "Love being with a man that can eat? Sweetheart, you ain't seen nothing yet," he said with a laugh. He couldn't help it. Fane ate more food than he had any right to and had for years. "I think I could probably manage you being a little more expensive than this place. But I was thinking more like burgers and fries instead of steak and lobster." 

He followed the other man to the drink station, getting his drink and a lid and straw for his cup. "Fane O'Fannaín," he said with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

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suttonishere·:

“Cereal is all sugar. There are real meals in there you can eat.” Sutton reminded him, giving him a mock disappointed look. They weren’t going to admit for the last two and a half days, they had been living mainly off fast food and Bang energy drinks. That confession would not have helped their argument, even if the kitchen at the House was still under construction.

For a minute, they contemplated taking their brother up on his offer. No doubt he would be able to find somebody who would do the job and probably for a lot cheaper than they could. As small and feminine passing as they were, most of the time prices of stuff got jacked to the stars because they figured Sutton wouldn’t know any better. And at first they hadn’t. Until Geoffrey had told them after the roof was replaced, it could have been done faster and cheaper. They were still kicking themselves over that. Thanks to that mishap, they had already had to ask their benefactor for more money to finish the house. “Let us at least try by ourselves. Who knows…it could just be the tiles that need replacing.” They tried to keep their words optimistic, but it sounded forced even to them. “Like the Upper East Side bitches? I bet the bluffs is Seattle’s version of it. Those Karen’s would not be happy with a bunch of wayward kids from the alphabet mafia always hanging around.”

"I like sugar," Fane countered, smiling at Sutton. "I didn't just eat cereal, I promise. My sweet tooth just demanded sugar, and at least they pack vitamins into cereal?" He finished off the bowl before putting it straight into the dishwasher. 

Fane nodded. He wanted to help Sutton in any way that he could, but he wouldn't force them to take his assistance. Fane knew a little something about needing to figure things out for oneself. He spent a year after their parents' death determined to pay for the house and school and Sutton and the lawyers on as little of their inheritance as possible. He still lived that way, honestly. Fane didn't like spending that money. So he'd invested it, time and time again. "Not as bad as those Upper East Side bitches, kid, jeez, keep it in Brooklyn for me," Fane said with a laugh. "My white noise app, I think is going to shit. I need to find a different one. Not sure when they added ads, but they don't have an option to pay to get rid of them yet, and it's making me crazy."

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misplacvd·:

ellie had recognized that she may have had one too many; too many at least to operate a vehicle. this wasn’t the first time this had happened — this week, even. once her focus was lost and the spins set in, she began searching her pockets for her phone. it was fane’s number that came to mind first. a true gentleman, ellie had thought of him. he had provided her with multiple rides in her drunken state, a state that ellie found was intolerable for some people — but not him.

it wasn’t long until ellie was within his eyesight. her face lit up with a beaming grin as she stumbled into his touch. “ i am ! “ she declared enthusiastically, meeting his hand with her own as a greeting. forcing her hand back down to her side, she nodded vaguely in the direction of the exit. the room was crowded and the sounds were deafening; walking outside felt like walking into a different world, a muted and open one. turning to fane, ellie offered an apologetic smile, “ thank you for this. i’m sorry if i’ve been an inconvenience. “ she managed to get out, hiccuping noisily halfway through her speaking.

Fane shook his head, wrapping Elizabeth in his arms to keep her on her feet. "Easy, kid," he said softly. Usually, he'd have stepped back, but the place was crowded, and he didn't want her to get hurt. So Fane kept an arm around her shoulder as he guided her out of the room.

"You ain't an inconvenience," Fane promised, knowing that wasn't entirely true. It was an inconvenience that he had to get an Uber to pick her up. But. It was something that Fane was willing to do. He didn't know who else she had to help if she was trying to hand dial a number instead of calling a contact that first time she reached out. He'd be damned if something happened to her because he hadn't felt like requesting a ride to get her. "You don't gotta be sorry, Ellie. Every time you call, I'll be here. You got my word."

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trcublecalls·:

jonas was heading to the coffee shop to grab a drink and a quick bite before going out to take some photos in the arboretum. it was a spur of the moment thing as charlie didn’t want to see her brother hanging inside the house at all that day. mainly so she could work, which he didn’t mind not being there. but all day? he wanted to play some of his new games that he had gotten but if charlie needed to work, jonas would let her.

the young man had just ordered himself a coffee and moved to sit down. he was about to take a seat next to a man but seeing some things in the seat at the table next to him, he didn’t want to be rude and just move it. politely he called out to him, “sir.. sir.” he frowned a bit when the older man didn’t even notice him trying to get his attention and when he did, he motioned to the things. “i just wanted to ask if these were you’re things. i didn’t want to someone to take anything if they were to try to sit here.”

Fane looked at the stuff in question and shook his head. "Not mine, but you can join me," he offered, gesturing at the empty chair at his small table. "I wasn't paying enough attention, I guess? So I got no idea who's stuff that is." Fane rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly before taking a long drink of his coffee. "I am only one cup of coffee in on a three cup of coffee day."

Fane really wasn't awake enough for this. He stared at the other man for a long moment. "I... don't know you, right?" Fane said, surety breaking by the end. He wasn't always the best with names and faces. Especially when he was tired. "If I do... I gotta admit that I forgot your name, pal, sorry."

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suttonishere·:

Sutton hadn’t meant to spend three fulls day at the Community House. They had told their brother they would be home today at the latest, so he wouldn’t worry, not actually thinking an emergency would arise. An seventeen year old boy had shown up in distress after his parents had kicked him out after finding out he was gay. Normally, they would have let one of the other workers stay with the boy. But they were the only employee left there so stay they must.

“Cereal isn’t food. Why do I even meal prep if you’re just gonna eat an entire box of cereal while I’m gone?” They teased, dropping their heavy backpack on to the kitchen floor. Without a car, they had longboarded home, like they always did. But with a fifteen pound backpack of stuff, it was an exhausting trip. “It’s become redoing most of the kitchen now. We finished the walls and we thought we were done and then the faucet of the sink busted completely off and sprayed water everywhere. By the time we got the water turned off and cleaned up, those shitty tiles I was complaining about were starting to curl at the edges.” With an audible sigh, they dropped down into one of the chairs beside him. “So now we’ve got to redo the floor. Which we were trying to avoid since that will put the kitchen out of commission until that’s done. So the menu for the house is completely pointless at the moment…should I have taken Geoffrey up on the offer to buy one of those new houses in the Bluffs? Would people have even come if it was in the Bluffs?”

"Cereal so to counts as food," Fane pointed out, taking a deliberately large bite of the cereal. "Otherwise, they'd sell it in the Home and Garden section of the grocery store, not the Grocery section. I shop sometimes. I know these things." He wasn't about to admit that this was his second box of cereal, though. Sutton would never let him hear the end of it.

Frowning, Fane reached out to place a comforting hand on Sutton's shoulder. "Hey, if you need help, I could try to find a contractor or something," he offered. He'd offered to help before, knowing that his, and by extension Sutton's, finances could afford it, but Sutton always waved him off. Fane would instead suit Sutton's preference of doing it themselves with their donor than butt in and make them accept his help. "They build shit, right? It might be easier to hire someone to fix it instead of trying to do the work yourself. And... a house in the Bluffs might be easier, but that'd be like a community centre front and centre on the set of the Real Housewives of Park Slope. Well... maybe a little less New York Karen and a little more regular, average Karen."

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pcachcs·:

the male smiled at the other, extremely happy that the other was willing to play along. “thank you, love.” he hummed, looking up at the menu pursing his lips. “I’ll take the philly cheesesteak meal with a side of fries with extra meat and cheese and a coke, please. And then whatever you’ll be having darling.” he hummed, pulling out his wallet as he waited for the other to order. 

Fane laughed softly. "The same, actually," he said, happy enough with the order. "Actually, could I get a large fry, though?" He'd make the excuse that he'd missed breakfast, but Fane hated lying. He was just hungry. Fane pulled out his wallet, too, glancing at the other man and pursing his lips. "If you're buying this time, I'll buy next time."

He wasn't sure if he'd actually see the man again, but it seemed like a nice gesture to offer, and Fane would hold true to it. He was, after all, a man of his word.

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Status: Open Location: Coffee Shop

Sitting outside the coffee shop with his third cup of coffee of the morning, Fane sighed, rubbing his face. He didn't get enough sleep, which, while par for the course, he didn't get as much as usual. His white noise app wouldn't load, and he couldn't sleep without the New York night traffic in the background. He had to figure out why it wasn't working or find himself a new one. 

Fane sipped at his coffee and sighed again. He didn't think he could manage the day, but he had kids relying on him starting just after lunch. He didn't notice the person talking to him until they'd clearly been trying to get his attention for a few minutes. "Hmm, sorry, did ya need something?" he asked, blinking a few times to clear his mind.

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@suttonishere​

Fane was on his third bowl of cereal when the front door opened. He didn't even flinch, just glanced up to wave his spoon at Sutton with a smile. They'd said they'd be back from the community house today, and Fane made a point to buy their favourite ice cream. 

After finishing another bite of cereal, Fane smiled. "Hey, kid, how's the house?" he asked, taking another massive bite of cereal. "Did you get that project done… the… uh, was this one re-tiling the backsplash? Or was this just redoing the menu?" Fane couldn't keep up. He listened diligently every time Sutton told him what they were doing, but the chaos of his own sleep-deprived brain couldn't always keep up. ​

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@misplacvd​

He was still confused when he hung up the phone. It wasn't the first time Elizabeth had called him for a ride, but every time it surprised him. How had she managed to contact him of all people? He didn't even have a Seattle number. But Fane pulled up the Uber app, requesting a pick-up. 

He wasn't sure if Elizabeth knew that Fane didn't have a car or that he didn't have a license. But he wasn't about to leave a young woman without a ride. He made idle chat with the Uber driver as they made their way to get the woman, and Fane got out when they got there, finding Elizabeth quickly. "Hey, Ellie, ready to get home?" he asked, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

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pcachcs·:

open interaction ─── jackson

he had been at work all morning, car after car pulling into his shop. he had grease all over his shirt, and a smear across his cheek, but jackson didn’t really seem to mind. it was lunch time and he was starving. he was leaned against a building, his phone in one hand as he scrolled through the near by dining facilities, debating on what to get. he swept his free hand through his hair, pursing his lips as he landed on a place that seemed to make philly cheesesteak and had some good craft beers. he decided that place might be best and made his way to the restaurant that was only a few blocks away. 

he finally made it, opening the door and walking inside. he looked around seeing how packed the place was and while he was hoping he could get in and out he was beginning to realize that might not be the case. he looked around and found someone standing near the front and an idea came to him. “there you are dear.” he hummed softly, walking towards them. “can’t believe how busy this place is, right?” he said, gingerly putting an arm around their shoulder. “listen- i’m really hungry, and i just want to get lunch and go back to work. i’ll even pay for yours if you play along.”

Fane was starving. He'd waited a good twenty minutes for this place, but the cheesesteaks came with a ridiculous amount of meat, and the pile of fries he could get for the price was well worth it. But his eleven o'clock protein bar was well worn off, and he was absolutely starving. 

He was just about to order his sandwich when he felt an arm sling around his shoulders. Uh… what? Fane blinked dumbly for a moment before nodding. "Just in time," he said, putting a smile on his lips. "I was just about to order you the same thing I was going to get, but since you're here, go ahead, sweetheart, after you." Fane hoped he played this right. He wasn't exactly the smoothest of men.

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( richard madden, twenty-eight, cis male, he/him )  SEOIRSE O'FANNAÍN the THIRD! we’re so happy you’re here. you’ve been here for ONE YEAR, working as a MUSIC TEACHER, right? yeah, everyone’s already told us all about you. they said your very LOYAL, CREATIVE, and CLUELESS. which we think is just awesome. of course they told us that you remind them of ACOUSTIC GUITARS, PENCIL STAINED FINGERS, STACKS OF LOOSE SHEET MUSIC and BROOKLYN BRIDGE TO CHORUS by THE STROKES. so we feel like we already know you so well. we can’t wait to get to know you better. ( Brittany, EST, 27, she/her )

THE BASICS

Full Name.  Seoirse Rían O'Fannaín the Third Aka.  Fane Birthdate.  September 1, 1993 Age.  Twenty-Eight Gender.  Cis Male Pronouns.  He/Him Orientation.  Panromantic Demisexual Occupation.  Music Teacher Residence.  Seattle, WA

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair.  Curly Dark Auburn Eyes.  Blue Height.  6′0″ Weight.  172 lbs. Distinguishing Features.  White Forelock on Left Side of His Hair, Freckles and Moles Across His Face Build.  Ectomorph Dominant Hand.  Left Blood Type.  O- Scars.  Various Scars from Childhood Injuries Tattoos.  Ampersand on His Left Wrist Piercings.  None Face Claim.  Richard Madden

PERSONALITY

Zodiac.  Virgo (Sun), Virgo (Moon), Virgo (Rising) Alignment.  Neutral Good Positive Traits.  Creative, Loyal, Kind-Hearted, Calm, Adaptable Negative Traits.  Clueless, Extreme-Alturist, Naive, Impulsive, Obsessive MB Type.  ENFP-T Personality Role.  The Artisan Enneagram Type.  The Helper, The Generalist, The Peacemaker

BACKGROUND

Birth Place.  Brooklyn, New York Ethnicity.  Celtic Parents.  Seoirse O'Fannaín the Second, Darina O'Fannaín Siblings.  Siofra “Sutton” O’Fannain (Younger Sister) Pets.  None Education.  Master’s Degree in Music, Bachelor’s Degree in Music and Teaching Notable Skills.  Ability to Play Instruments, Vocal Talents Languages.  English, Irish Gaelic, Spanish, French Abilities.  Skilled Lyricist, Adaptable to Most Situations

TRIVIA

➼  Fane speaks several languages fluently (English, Gaelic, French, Spanish). The ear for them comes easy to him. ➼  He keeps a collection of notebooks and various sticky notes to keep things that he thinks he ought to remember safe. ➼  Fane absolutely loves food in any form. He’s not terribly picky and eats just about everything. ➼  Despite loving food, Fane cannot cook. He’s an absolute disaster in the kitchen and should not be trusted alone in one. ➼  Fane holds dual-citizenship between the United States and Ireland from birth. ➼  More facts to come as I think of them!

HISTORY

TW: Death of Parents

Fane grew up in Bay Ridge in Brooklyn. Growing up near the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge, he spent his time as a kid and young teenager exploring the area in Bay Ridge and Staten Island.

Fane experienced various cultures, and it ignited a lifelong love of a variety of food. He’s always loved food, and he’s always eaten a ton of it. When he was sixteen, he was diagnosed with a hypermetabolism, which explained why he ate so much food but never seemed to gain weight.

Fane’s love of music also began at an early age. He received piano lessons as soon as he was old enough to sit at the piano and actually play. Piano lessons eventually moved into guitar lessons, which moved into bass lessons, which branched off into both violin and cello. Fane has taught himself to play several wind instruments, including trumpet, saxophone and clarinet.

When he was eighteen, both of his parents were killed in a car accident, leaving Fane alone as the legal guardian of his sister. Being eighteen, Fane wasn’t required to go into any kind of foster system, and since the rest of their family is in Ireland, he was left to raise the ten-year-old child alone. Officially, he still owns his parents’ townhouse but currently resides in Seattle for work.

Fane has always been intelligent, earning two degrees simultaneously, one in music and the other in teaching. He planned to stay in Brooklyn for the rest of his life, but when his sister told him that they wanted to go to school in Seattle, Fane packed up and went along with them. He got a job teaching music to children, which he loves.

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