Familiarity -Male Character Needed-Replies: 1 / 9 days 54 minutes 30 seconds
- [Allowed] Dakuta
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[center [font "Garamond" Give yourself some space. Close your eyes. Imagine what it would be like to start over, to find out who you could have been if you had made a different choice. Now open your eyes. Very few people ever get the chance to start over, to live up to their true potential.]]
[center [font "Garamond" Emmy Rhodes never thought she would ever get that chance. Growing up with just her father as a role model, she had never settled into good habits. Beyond barely graduation high school, she had no goals for herself or dreams to achieve. She simply found herself floating from sucky job to sucky job and bad relationship to bad relationship.]]
[center [font "Garamond" Now, after years of making bad choices, she finds herself tucked into a small apartment in a brand new state. She is completely alone, not knowing anyone. She is fleeing from a life that has caused her nothing but pain while searching for a familiarity that will allow her to call this new place home.]]
[center [font "Garamond" Living on the last of the money she had saved from working as a waitress in her old town, she finds herself at loose ends when the only reasonable job she can find is as a barista at a coffee shop down the street. She came with nothing but a suitcase full of clothes as a few valued items. Now she has to find a way to make a life for herself and to escape her past which seems to only live to haunt her.]]
[center [font "Garamond" When [b [font "Garamond" your character]] walks into the coffee shop, what choices will be made?]]
[center [font "Garamond" Emmy Rhodes]]
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[center [font "Garamond" Male Character: [b [font "Garamond" Open]]]]
[center [u [font "Garamond" Rules]]]
[center [font "Garamond" 1. PM me if you are interested in joining.]]
[center [font "Garamond" 2. Real life pictures ONLY. Resize your pictures so that are not overtaking my entire screen.]]
[center [font "Garamond" 3. No one-liners. I understand writers block but just please put some effort into it. If I see consistent problems with this, I will create a character limit.]]
[center [font "Garamond" 4. Please don't ghost. Let me know if you are not interested anymore. I will understand.]]
[center [font "Garamond" 5. I have a very busy schedule so [u [b do not]] harass me about posting. If it has been over a week then feel free to message me and make sure I'm still alive. However, until then just assume that I'm either working or am so stressed that I don't even want to look at a computer screen.]]
[center [font "Garamond" 6. I have the right to make additions and reductions to these rules. Of course, I would talk to you about that beforehand.]]
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Emmy plops herself down on a chair in the back room, watching as a couple other baristas carried pastries and other small delectables from the back out to awaiting customers. She envied a couple of the girls she worked with. They didn't actually have to work. They used this job more like a hobby.
She herself was not that lucky. She'd struggled to get even this job. In her interview the manager had asked where she had worked prior to this and she'd had such a difficult time remembering even half the places she had been employed that the manager had felt the need to express the need for someone who would be there long term.
Emmy didn't have anywhere to go or any other job prospects so she had assured him that she wouldn't be going anywhere if she got the job. She had no friends here and had no idea what there was to do around town so this was her only form of human interaction.
It wasn't that she hated working at the coffee shop, she just wished she could do something more meaningful. Of course, she didn't have much of an education but she considered herself a fast learner. Not that that made any difference in the real world.
"Emmy, your break is up," her manager, Carl, said from his office. He hardly seemed to leave from there unless there was a problem that could absolutely not be solved by anyone else. She was sure that if it wasn't a crime to call the police for petty issues, he would have them do that before they disturbed him.
She got up and slugged out to the counter, adjusting her posture and putting on a smile once she was able to be seen by the customers. This was her life now and, she had to admit, it was still better than before she moved there.
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