Friend group RP? Closed

Cool

where do we want them all to meet?

I can't answer either of those questions. I think we can rule out loud, crowded places that contain vast amounts of alcohol. Maybe a book club, or just one of those coffee shop meet ups, but a book club sounds like it would be most likely idk. And I'd say @InfinityCry* because they started the RP, but really however wants to begin can.

i think coffee shop sounds good? classic. tho i dont know its up to you guys.

yeah, and sure i can start, if no one else wants to

(Anadiogklnslfg, I'm so sorry I haven't made my character for this yet, I'll get my character up soon sorryyyyyyyy)

(its fine dont worry!)

Soooo…. Begin?

Name: Mikhail Dean
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gayyyy
Personality: Mikhail is sweet and fairly quiet, often times enjoying a comfortable silence a lot more than ongoing chats. He’s awkward around new people at first, but after trusting them, he tends to open up very quickly, often times finding himself uncomfortable when he’s not telling the full truth or being himself. Mikhail, around people he knows and decides to like, can be brutally honest (though sprinkles in some warm words and tries his hardest to make it up if he hurts anyone) and can come off as loud, until he’s put in an uncomfortable situation. He suffers from anxiety and won’t voice his opinions loudly, but with time, he grows the courage to speak up about his thoughts. While he appears to be calm and collected in stressful situations, his mind is often battling with itself, and anxiety is not an uncommon feeling for Mikhail. He’s a quick thinker, but tends to second guess his decisions over and over again, and when he’s in a terribly pressured spot, his facade of stability chips away as his mental state deteriorates. Mikhail despises the idea of being harsh or rude to others, and he tries his hardest to sympathize and be empathetic when he’s talking to others; but when someone somehow uses up all of his patience, he snaps and causes a big (and to be frank, an embarrassing) scene, his thoughts becoming irrational and taking many things (especially criticism) much farther out of proportion that what it truly is. Even with his kind-hearted nature, Mikhail can hold grudges for years - don’t test it. He tries his hardest to be graceful but ends up a bumbling mess in sticky situations. Mikhail also hates the smell of fire, but doesn’t know why his anxiety triggers at it and where the trigger stems from. Even at the slightest whiff of smoke or a lit match can lead to him starting to shake almost uncontrollably, as if he had a fever.
Likes: Reading, writing, creating small objects (like paper stars or small stuffed animals), listening to music, pranking Jayden, stargazing, sour candy, and cats.
Dislikes: Fire, mean people, Richard, rude people, bullies, smoke, alcohol, and strangers
Flaws: Insecure, will take a bullet for anyone within a heartbeat, has depression
Looks:
Height: 5’6ft
Eye Color: A light, icy cerulean. The outer edges of his irises are a darker shade, bordering towards violet which gradually fades into the blue as the color moves closer towards his pupil. His eyes are a rounder shape, though they evidently hold the weight of tiredness due to the amounts of exhaustion that often overcome him.
Hair Color: His hair is cut short and curly, with a part on his left side. His hair often falls into his right eye causing him to brush it out of the way or behind his ears. The hues of his short locks are an unnatural platinum silver, with underlying tones of cool blue.
General Features: Freckles dot Mikhail’s dark olive slender face, and his body has a fairly slim, lanky build. His left ear is a little bit nicked at the top from an accident during Kindergarten, and he often has bruises or small cuts from stupid mistakes he makes. Mikhail has an old burn scar, faded and light, on his upper thigh to around his hip area on his right side. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/427615350125887499/431586547998130178/mikhail_1.png)
Other: I'm terrible at making character and this boi needs hugs

(Is he okay?)

(yeah! so now is everyone ok with starting at a coffee shop?)

(I am)

Totally!

(I'm okay with it)

(same one question though could Finn be working at the shop?)

(yeah! so do you want me to start)

(Sure.)

(ok)
It was a pretty boring afternoon for River, he woke up at 3am and never went back to sleep, so he’s emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted. That was a call for coffee, and there was only one place in town that he would trust his coffee needs to.
He walked in with AC/DC blasting through his earphones, but he clearly didn’t care. River’s hair look quite the mess, but also, he didn’t care. He walked up to the barista and asked for a black coffee.

Cecil had an off day. It was the first in months, so it was quite the relief for him (and for little Destiny's sitter). He decided that a day out with his son would be a good way to unwind, but a day in the park would be uneventful and he loved the quiet hubbub of the cafe, and he could finish some paperwork while there. Cecil locked his son snugly into the grey-blue star patterned papoose he'd been given by his landlady (Mrs. Ross was a sweet old woman, and Cecil considered her more of a friend now.) and rubbed his hand around in circles on his child's back when he stirred.

He didn't live more than two blocks away, so he decided to walk. He never trusted himself in the car with his son, so many things could go wrong and he didn't want to lose his only child, his northernmost star. Besides, he'd been sitting in a cramped office for the past two days, a little exercise would be welcome.

Cecil stepped into the cool, crisp autumn air and checked to see if Destiny was comfortable for the ninth time. Even though it was still pretty warm, he'd never forgive himself if his son caught cold. Destiny was still sleeping, peaceful, and seemed content as a clam. Cecil walked at a steady pace, careful not to jostle his son, and soon reached the cafe. It was pretty empty, and that was good for working, so he walked in and went to order a drink.

Mikhail walked through the busy streets with his earbuds plugged in and blasting music to drown out everything else, since music was the only thing that has been with him all the time when he had almost no one by his side. He glanced around the streets and at everyone, it was still pretty early in the morning and he needed coffee to wake up. He had been to all of the coffee places here except for one which was usually empty and had the best coffee, just the way he liked it.

River took his coffee and proceeded to listen to AC/DC rather loudly, and without even noticing he started humming along, seconds later he started singing.
“I’m on a highway to hell..” And he started imitating a guitar, without caring what other people were thinking.

(just gonna jump in XD)

Alex sighed as he walked down the street, headed for the nearby coffee shop. Good God, he was tired. He had stayed up late working on things, and then had been awoken far too early by his phone going off. As a result, hardly any sleep had been gained. Sadly. But a coffee would be just the pick-me-up he needed. Preferably one high in sugar and caffeine, that would keep him going all day long.

(Do they all already know each other?)
Finn made a black coffee and set it on the counter calling out the name written on it. He turned back around to make the next. He’d been working for about an hour now and downed about three cups himself this morning.

(no they dont yet)

(Actually can Cecil already know at least one of these guys and be friends with them cuz there's no way in hell he's gonna attempt social interaction without a buddy dragging him along tbh.)

Cecil approached the counter with caution, one hand placed against his son's tiny body and the other fishing for his wallet. "Uh, um, one black coffee, please. And a chocolate muffin?" he asked the barista.

(Cecil could know Alex if you want)

Finn was now at the register. ”what size?” he asks his hand going to the cups.

(Sounds cool, @Icefire)

"Ah, medium, please." he mumbled to the barista, rocking on his heels a bit impatiently. He wanted to sit down soon, and hopefully get the chance to enjoy the day.