“ I never meant to hit you with my Roomba, I just accidentally left my door open and forgot I was on the second story.... Yes, it does have eyes drawn on it.” // oxo // open

I just have a really soft boy who needs somebody.

I’m thinking this takes place in a sorta apartment complex, that my character just moved to, and character 2’s room is directly below him. That’s honestly all I got. Whatever else happens, happens.

Rules:

• Have fun, my friend
• No controlling others characters
• No one-liners, 3 line minimum
• Decent grammar/punctuation
• Whatever you’re comfortable writing, go for it. Explicit language is totally ok, as long as it’s not derogatory toward another writer. _{(Racially/sexually derogatory terms are also not okie-dokie)}

Guess we’ll figure out templates/setting/time period/etc once we get there?

(Absolutely :D)

(Hey If this is still open can I join with a guy oc or are you looking for b/g)

(Literally any, I just know my boys gonna be real soft and wholesome lol. And yeah, you can totally join :)

(And hey yeah welcome so nice to have y’all stalking’ :D)

(Yep, I’ll go grab it. And I’ll probably rewrite a few things for my character so it might be delayed with me getting up the temp. As for actual content, I’d say probably ages 18 and up, for range, but everything else is fair game)

Full Name:
Nickname(s):
Gender:
Age:

Physical Appearance:
Usual Apparel/Clothing:
Other Features:

Personality:
Mannerisms:
Mental Age / Maturity:
Hobbies:

Background:
Family:
Pets:

Full Name: Oliver Collins
Nickname(s): Ollie
Gender: Male h/h
Age: 19

Physical Appearance: Ollie’s hair is a light brown with natural blonde highlights. It’s short and messy, holding a slight wave to it. It never goes where it’s supposed to and falls into his eyes often.
His eyes are a stunning emerald green with specks of amber, always holding the youth of juvenility. His skin is a nice white chocolate mocha and he has a scar running along the side of his right eye. He’s slightly skinnier and shorter than he should be, at about 5’7” with an extremely lithe muscle structure.
Usual Apparel/Clothing: Often actually professional clothing. He is often seen wearing a collared shirt and black slacks with a chain from the pocket and deck shoes.
Other Features: He wears a small rainbow braided bracelet on his left arm, and never takes it off. He often also wears round thin-rimmed glasses.

Personality: A timid, lawful, and hopeful person with a knack for unwanted trouble. He tends to follow rules by anyone who holds authority, and has trouble when he’s gotten two contradicting orders. He can be extremely awkward when talking to new people and has minor anxiety, although always seeming calm and composed. He often needs time to himself, but can get too far inside his own head easily, and needs to be pulled out.
Mannerisms: He fiddles with the end of his sleeves when he’s nervous and purses his lips if he’s thinking.
Mental Age / Maturity: Much older than he seems, but his anxiety evens it out slightly.
Hobbies: Playing piano (he has a keyboard in his apartment) / listening to music / following DIY dioramas and small building projects. He has a few of creations lying around his apartment, his favorite being that of a waterfall and lake he created with resin, clay, and other supplies.

Background: Grew up with his mom and little sister, but he decided to move out and make a living on his own for the beginning of his college career. He’s a scholar through and through, and is to major in biochemistry. (I’ll probably add more to this as we go)
Family: His mother, Emily, and his 9 y/o little sister named Jess.
Pets: none, but I mean this Roomba seems to have a mind of its own

(Sorry that took longer than expected, I had to revise more than I thought)

(Oh my goodness I love Finn! He sounds rad)

(Thanks :) Are we ready to get a starter up or should we work anything else out first?)

(Yep, I was thinking modern day too. And of course you can stalk! Welcome to the party.)
(I’ll go grab the starter)

Ollie grabbed a few boxes from the bottom of the stairs, making his way back up to the balcony and eventually to his new room. This was his last trip— all the other moving boxes had already been placed in the apartment.
His door had been left open because of the whole process. It wasn’t like he had a lot of stuff anyway. The only thing relatively expensive was his Roomba, something his grandmother had given him for his move. He didn’t understand why he needed it, but with the googly eyes he had pasted on the thing, he came to the conclusion that it wasn’t that bad.
There was a small space between the railing and the floor of the balcony, a place that the Roomba could easily fall through, and being the ignorant person Ollie was, he hadn’t put two and two together. It wasn’t until he heard a sputtering, a crash, and noticed his open door, did chills go up his spine. He quickly set down the boxes and looked over the side of the building.

Ollie’s eyes grew wide, a hand over his mouth and visibly shaken. What was he supposed to do? He had just hit a man in the head with a slightly less inanimate vacuum. What was the standard apology for that?
His other hand gripped the railing tightly.
“Ah— y-yes, I’m so sorry about that— my door was open, I didn’t know— I’m sorry,” he stuttered, mind racing. “It was an accident, it slipped under the rail.”

While Ollie internally screamed, he returned the smile with an extremely nervous laugh, holding the edge of his shirt sleeve tightly.
“Y-yeah, uh, those are googly eyes,” he said, his voice breathy. “I’ll, uh, yeah I’ll come down and get it— sorry again!”
He hastily stepped back from the railing, taking a full while to calm himself and run through a greeting in his head a thousand times. Although, besides “hello,” he couldn’t really think of anything else besides, “sorry I almost knocked you out with a seemingly sentient portable sucker.”
Slowly he slinked down the stairs, making his way to the door in which he believed to be the man’s. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

Ollie took the bent Roomba, closing it in his chest and hugging it slightly as if it were a pillow. He looked up to the man, trying his best to give a friendly smile.
“Yep, I just moved in,” he said, willing his voice to cease its shaking. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Oliver, but you can call me Ollie.”
Before the man could reply, he continued.
“I’m extremely sorry about the Roomba,” he sputtered stiffly. “I should have had my door shut. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Ollie let out another nervous laugh at the man’s comment. Frankly, he had too much running through his head to fully take in the man’s clearly relaxing facade.
“Yeah, I go to the university right down the road. Glad I could get an apartment so close— I figured all of the housing nearby would be taken,” he said, hoping he wasn’t rambling. “What about you?”