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Cosmos Application.
Topic Started: Apr 3 2010, 06:22 PM (126 Views)
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Username: Blind Cosmos
Preferred Name: Sam
Age (optional): 21
Years role-playing: Seven
Favorite Genre: Yaoi
Least favorite genre: Het…
Anything you’d like to add: I can play either role happily.

I’m not really sure if I’m doing this right. Haha. ^^ I just happened to find this forum one day and I thought it looked cool. I love to role play and it’s getting harder to find people that are willing to do more than just a post or two. So I was excited to see this place. So I hope I have done everything in the manner that it’s supposed to be done. If not, I am sorry. D :

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The subtle chime of the little bell above the door signaling the entrance of another customer, the light scent of the many different flavors of coffee drinks, and the low mumbling of the people around as they spoke to one another all but melted away into nothingness as the still figured in the corner allowed his crystal blue eyes to scan the miniature print that pasted its way across the book page. Fray Wrights had all but forgotten about the world around him and the annoyance he had felt at his girlfriend, Sara, for standing him up as his mind absorbed the pages in front of him. He was lost, like he often was when reading, in the little world that flowed soundless across the bound pages. Giving them life, voices and faces that they otherwise wouldn’t have.
The real world around him was of little more than an afterthought compared to that of the one that lined the pages of his book. He had always been like that, able to tone out the rest of the world as he let his imagination be swept off into whatever wonderland he was reading about at the time. So deeply was he able to do this that nothing else registered in his brain. His left hand held tight to the cooling cup of coffee, every once in a while allowing his little finger to twitch as it tried not to fall asleep, his right hand held fast to the book that had so caught his interest. Elizabeth Bennet the witty but charming protagonist of the story was once again trying to match wits with Fitzwilliam Darcy after being turned down at the local dance.

It always made Fray smirk reading as Elizabeth came up with one theory after another supporting her own beliefs. It was truly a wonderful story and so easy to get into, or so he believed anyway. But then again, he was a lover of most things classical be it books, music, or art he could almost always find some kind of meaning within them all as he read, listened or looked at the work from every angle.

It was his ability to be so drawn into book that had allowed him to work his way through college even. As his roommate had been one of those loud, party at all hours kind of guys. Though it has served him well in college it was perhaps not always a good thing in the real world. Where things happened on a dime and one should always have a least half an eye on the things around them. Perhaps if he had kept this in mind he would have paid more attention to his surroundings, paid more attention as the handsome blond male worked his way over to him, and perhaps he would even have noticed as the blond male that had entered the café a few moments ago went for his book. But instead Fray was thrown completely off guard and stared blankly at the spot that his book at been, thrust all at once from the world of literature back into the world of the living, of real things and real people. He wasn’t sure he liked it.

Glancing up Fray almost expected to see Sara setting there before him, glare plastered on her fast as it always was when he was paying more attention to his book than he was to her. Instead he was caught not by a vivid green glare, but instead by deep hazel eyes that almost seemed to pull him in all at once. He stared blankly into them for a moment he tried concentrated and bring himself fully back to reality. Where have I seen though eyes before? They seemed so familiar, but at the same time they were complete strangers to him as well. Coming to his senses he shook his head lightly before pulling his glaze away from those two beautiful orbs to glance at the face they belong to.

Male; tall, taller than himself by at least three inches though he couldn’t be one hundred present sure sitting down. He was well built, handsome and no doubt the heartache of many girls. But why was he sitting with him? His eyes quickly scanned the café thinking perhaps it had filled while he was reading, but no—there were still many empty tables, one of which was right beside him. Turning a curious eye back to the blond Fray was about to speak when the male started up before he could—apparently not for the first time either.

When the males warm hand, a strong contrast to his naturally cold skin, moved across his ear down to face he couldn’t help but shutter and stare at him, his crystal blue eyes wide with shock. Was this stranger blatantly hitting on him?! They were in a public place, a family owned café that still catered to children as well as adults for god’s sake! And here the strange blond man was making a tasteless move on Fray, someone that he didn’t even know. How—how disrespectful could one person be. Not only for Fray but also towards the other customers of the place; while Fray did not mind homosexuality, he also knew that not everyone else cared for it and it made some uncomfortable— though at the moment it was making him so as well.

Pushing back his seat a little he narrowed his eyes. “Excuse you, but I have not been stood up.” He lied gritting his back teeth in both annoyance at the male for being right and a renewed anger at Sara for making him right. “And I would also ask you not to touch me.” He added smugly. He had no tolerance for men who seemed to think that just because they were ‘good’ looking in the eyes of most that they could do whatever they pleased. Pigs, outrageous knuckleheaded, pee-brained idiots that gave the rest of them bad names that was all the men like him were. Be them straight or gay.

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