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araliaceaes‌:

“ oh, fuck you, aj, ” she sniped as she recognized the voice, eyes narrowing and her middle finger going up in the air. “ man, you really think you’re some kind of comedic genius. more like a comedic failure. ”  she walked over, plucking the cigarette from his lips without so much a please and thank you and taking a drag before handing it back.

“ starbucks, by the way, ” she deadpanned as she leaned back against the wall beside him, stuffing first the croissant in her purse and then her hands in her pockets.  “ so no pumpkin spice latte for you. how sad. and you don’t get any of my croissant, either. ”

JUST SOMETHING ABOUT SEEING THE OTHER EASILY PUT HIM IN A BETTER MOOD. “you wish you could. “ he threw back at her, a smirk playing lazily on the edges of his lips. his eyebrows fly wide at her insult and he can’t keep the mock hurt look off his face. “ actually, i’m neither. i’m a comedic GOD! “ and then he’s grinning again.  “ jokes on you, “ he says, nudging her. “ i *hate* those *things*. “ his nose scrunches at just the *thought* “ i don’t understand how anyone could like a croissant.” a shrug. “ but i guess, you do work *here*” he gestures with a look of disgust. “ so i guess your tastes can’t be validated, anyway. “ 

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alex pursed his lips unhappily and drummed his fingers lightly against the arm of his chair. “i’ve been watching it for twenty minutes and it has yet to catch my interest,” he replied flatly. “if you need to be caught up, he was out with his friends last night and got recorded with a couple girls on his lap and she has been texting her ex for the past week.” he shook his head. “i don’t know how they haven’t been kicked out yet.”

HE SHRUGGED, AMUSED BY THE OTHERS OBVIOUS DISCOMFORT. “ well i guess we both have different interests. “ he says, peering over the top of the book at the couple who were still going at it, eyes flicking to the other as he relays some of the info and then he’s grinning. “ wow. they’re just a match made in heaven, aren’t they? “ came his response. a shake of his head. “ i mean, i appreciate the entertainment. but... did they really think a library was the place to do this? “ 

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THE WEREWOLF WAS LAZILY PACING OUTSIDE. waiting on her to finish closing up. he had the night off and needed someone to bother. and he’d, of course, thought who else? other than the latte girl herself.  a lazy grin rested on his lips as she glanced up from her phone, he didn’t see a hint of recognition in her eyes at first and was certain she’d be doing a double take once he spoke.  “ actually i was in search of a pumpkin spice latte. “ he said, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. he’d called her that one before, “ any idea where i can find one of those? “  found himself half-leaning against the outside wall of the shop, cigarette in hand. bringing it to his lips as he watches her, still way too amused by the whole situation. 

it’s a slow night, the hours ebbing away as ivy uses the mostly empty cafe to practice spells: heating, levitating, repairing. a white mug sits safely back on a shelf, knitted back together without a single crack. it took a few tries, sure, her last one at the end of her shift, but it’s a small victory in her eyes, a victory she puts in her pocket as she closes up, the cool fall air hitting her cheeks when she steps out into the night. the sound of someone approaching makes her glance up from her phone. “ we’re closed. if you’re looking for a late night caffeine fix, try 7/11. ” she pauses, holding up a packaged croissant, one of the leftovers she’s taken for herself. “ i guess i got something if you’re hungry, though. ” 

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AJ HAD BEEN ACROSS THE LIBRARY when he’d heard the commotion. he hadn’t been to the library in months. his first day back through the doors and there was a fight? he was ecstatic. 

he’d quickly skirted the couple and found a chair just far enough away they wouldn’t notice him watching them, but still close enough he could hear what they were saying. random book in hand he leaned back in his chair, preparing for the show. when someone to his side was whispering to him.  blue eyes flick to him and momentarily he’s annoyed that his entertainment was being interrupted but a grin spread across his lips and he shrugs. “ probably not high, if we’re being honest with ourselves. “ he whispers back, eyes flicking back to them. “ are you not enjoying the show? “ 

Alex had been listening to a couple argue for the better part of twenty minutes, a neutral expression on his face. He didn’t really understand why either of them felt like the library was an appropriate place to do this, but one of them was a student of his and he thought it best not announce his presence by moving lest he embarrass everybody involved. He felt someone sit down beside him and he tilted his head a little so he could whisper to them.

“What are my odds of getting up and leaving without interrupting them?” he asked quietly, gently tapping his foot to wake up Loki who’d been asleep by his feet. “I’ve been here for way too long. I know too much about both of them.”

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LENNON.

                  THERE WAS NO POINT IN getting upset or some spilled pee. granted, it was definitely not in her job description but she was happy doing anything to help patients, nonetheless. at least until the silly pun echoes the small hallway that has her glancing up at the familiar face.     ❝  you can piss off, aj.  ❞     her own pun lacks in humor, not that she was ever great at them anyways.     ❝  besides, it could’ve been worst right ? could’ve been some fecal samples in this tube instead.  ❞     the thought of it makes her shudder but she comes to her feet, smile still resting on her lips.      ❝  what’re you doing here ? came to see me make a fool of myself ?  ❞

A ROLL OF BLUE EYES and then he’s half leaning against the wall, ankles crossing. “ ah, i see what you tried to do there. it didn’t work as well as you’d hoped, did it? “ he said, with that same dry tone he always used. the amusement was clear in the depths of his eyes, though.  he scrunches up his nose and almost flinches at the thought. “ don’t even let me envision that, okay? “ he says, trying to push the thought from his mind. “ actually, i came in to see exactly what you do here all day that has you so tired all the time. “ a smirk is playing at the edges of his lips as he speaks again.  “ but it looks like to me, you just carry piss everywhere.”

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EEP HI. i’m faith !!  and this is my smol !! i hope you grow to love him as much as i do! <3  before i get started i just wanna thank everyone for being super welcoming already! it’s been like a year since i’ve done any group roleplays and i’m super excited to be doing this one with you all! <3 okay !! onto the facts about my baby. :)) (  aLSO IF YOU WANNA PLOT HIT THE HEART <3 AND I WILL POP UP TO PLOT. :))) ) 

BASICS

NAME.     alexander jay blake.

NICKNAME.     A.J // blake // sharky (a nickname he’d been given when he first joined the pack. it stuck.) 

AGE.    27.

BIRTHDATE.    january 13th 1997.

ORIENTATION.    pansexual.

OCCUPATION.     bartender.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT.   5'9.

WEIGHT.    165ibs.

EYES.    blue.

HAIR.   brown.  

CLOTHING STYLE. he’s very stereotypical ‘bad boy’ in the way he dresses. leather jackets and dark jeans. sometimes you’ll find him in a flannel or a gray tee-shirt.

PERSONALITY THINGS !!

OVERALL PERSONALITY.  without knowing him, the real him. most would say he’s the stereotypical asshole. someone no one wants to be friends with, someone most people would hate.  it’s true, he’s a dick. but a lot of it is a front. his personality, like most people’s, is very layered. on the outer he is very crude and snarky. living and breathing sass. as you get to know him and dig deeper you’ll come to learn things like.. he’s kind to animals and children alike. that he has a passion for music and while he can’t play any instruments he could listen to instrumentals for HOURS.  or you’d learn silly little things like he hates ice cream but he loves frozen yogurt. chocolate is his worst enemy, the taste is vile to him. he’s one of those people that to see past the walls that they’ve built. to actually like them you have to stick with it. you have to get past his snark. you have to learn to love it, even.  only then will you see any of the positive things about him. 

POSITIVE TRAITS.    like i said above, you really have to get to know him to see his positive traits. his front, his armor, is all bad. but once he lets you in you’ll find things like: he’s silly, he loves to laugh and will do anything to make his friends laugh, even if it’s at his own expense. he loves to smile and does it as often as possible in close company. he’s loyal and VERY protective over those he care’s about. animals will always hold a spot in his heart. he loves dogs and cats alike. he loves kids and they tend to really like him too, despite his mildly frightening appearance. 

NEGATIVE TRAITS.     as a front, he has quite a few negative traits. he’s harsh to almost everyone, cruel and he makes no use of his verbal filter. which, contrary to popular belief, he does have one.  he’s been a fighter since he was young, trained in boxing and shit like that. so he’s fairly skilled in that department. he has a lot of fun with the fighting ring in the back of the quarter moon. 

BAD HABITS.    chewing his lips, tugging on his hair. he fiddles a lot when he’s uncomfortable. and ofc, he curses a lot. 

APPEARANCE THINGS !!

EYES. his eyes are a BEAUTIFUL shade of blue, flecked with dark gray specks that make them look a bit more blue / gray than just blue. his eyelashes are long and dark. enough to make woman jealous. his eye shape is very complimenting to his features, minus the fact that they could be considered just a bit small. 

LIPS.  he has a scar that goes just down the edge of his top lip, splitting it almost permanently. it’s not really noticeable except in certain lights. - though you’ll find him pointing it out more often than not because he’s proud of it. 

BUILD. he doesn’t have a big muscle-y build. he’s long and lanky, but just because his body doesn’t really show his strength doesn’t mean it isn’t there. 

OVERVIEW

his mom and dad were highschool sweethearts, much to both of their families dismay. they hated each other and it eventually led to their kids ( his parents. ) moving across the country to be away from them. to be finally happy. 

it worked, for awhile. they did well. had a nice house, a dog. both had good jobs. and then his mother fell pregnant with him and they were so excited. they told their families, just with the hopes that they would finally accept them. they didn’t care. 

unphased by their families decision. they had alex and moved on. 

it was perfect. until he was six. his first sleepover. 

everything about it should’ve been fine. he was at his best friends house, they had so much fun. and then.. it was time to sleep... 

he thought he would be fine, like he really, really did. but.. it started storming and he hated storms and so.. in his panic he made them call his parents and his mother gladly got up and got dressed and got him. it was two am and foggy and storming and it was a saturday night. 

you can probably see where this is going. his mom got hit head on by a drunk driver. she was killed instantly. 

his father spiraled after that. he’d never been the healthiest mentally, his wife had kept him together for the most part and now she was gone and he was stuck trying to raise a six year old boy by himself. 

he couldn’t do it. 

he gave their dog up for adoption and he sold the house. he uprooted alex and then they were off. they moved to fairview. where no one really paid much attention to the new arrivals. they lived on the outskirts of town. barely noticeable. he held a job for awhile. but he was drinking heavily by this point. 

it was okay at first. his father tried. but the further into his alcoholism he drank himself the more he couldn’t help but blame alex for the loss of his wife. 

the abuse was slow, it didn’t start right away. nor was it ever really bad. mostly just neglect and harsh words. his father was never physically abusive, it just wasn’t in his nature. ( until the other was old enough to fight back... but i’ll get to that. ) 

 it just started with occasionally locking him in his bedroom without dinner...

he never allowed the kid to go anywhere, not that he ever really made friends in fairview anyway. 

being the outcast had it’s perks, no one really wanted to go near him. which meant he was never really bullied, he was mostly just left alone. allowed to live in peace. 

at around seventeen, the abuse changed, more on the physical side. trying to start fights with the boy. alex very rarely fought back, but when he did it almost always ended worse than what it would’ve if he’d have just taken it. 

he moved out very soon after that though, so it wasn’t that bad. 

soon after he moved out he got his job at the den, where he finally felt at home. he loved the people there and really took to it. 

since moving out of his fathers, he’s definitely come out of his shell a bit. working at the den and dealing with people every day has certainly helped.  

( full bio will be up on his blog asap. but this will have to do for now ! :) ) 

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A CURSE FLIES FROM HIS LIPS as he goes to round a corner and he comes chest to chest with a girl, one who was suddenly cursing about asparagus and it only takes him a moment to deduce what exactly had just happened. 

and then he’s taking an abrupt step away from her, eyes flicking down his own leather clad frame to be sure that he hadn’t got anything on himself. satisfied he was in the clear, blue eyes flick back up to her. a small smirk on his lips 

“ well that’s a pissy situation. “ 

                   THE FEELING OF GRIEF STILL hung in the air of fairview, that much was clear. even to someone who was hardly close with the vanderbilt’s, lennon often found her mind slipping in the workplace. cup in hand, her eyes are glazed over with sleep deprivation as her mind runs a mile a minute.     ❝  four years of medical school just to transport pee in my residency,  ❞     the words are muttered so quietly under her breath as she sharply turns the next corner. perhaps it was her clouded mind or the mere fact that klutz is somehow in birth name but it’s seconds later that she finds herself knocking into someone, sending the remnants of the cup all over her.     ❝  oh, FUCK. now i smell like asparagus !  ❞

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