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location: somewhere in chestnut hill

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It was a very distinct feeling, one that she used to get only on the odd occasion, say if Addie hadn’t slept very well the night before, or if she had somehow had too much caffeine, or when she was sick – the feeling that everything was too loud and too bright and that too many things were touching her all at once. The distinct feeling was that of true agitation, and though Addie was easily annoyed, she had been thankful that that kind of whole-body experience was one that rarely reared its head. That was, until after Jane had passed. Since then, Addie never slept well. She was drinking more caffeine in a day than she used to drink in a week. She always felt sick to her stomach. And suddenly, now that Jane was gone, everything was too loud and too bright and the whole world seemed to be caving in on her, crushing her.

Addie had just finished a shift at Adelina’s and was meant to be headed home for the evening, but she didn’t think she could stand having a conversation with her parents at the moment, so instead she was headed for the first quiet-ish looking place that she could find. It was dark outside, and despite it being January, she was still too worked up to wear her fuzzy coat that touched her in all the wrong ways, making her skin crawl. Instead, she held it folded over her arms, still heated enough from her near-meltdown that she couldn’t feel the chill of the air. She was so wrapped up in herself, staring in through the windows of each shop she passed, to notice the person in her way until she had bumped full on, face-first into them.

The words that should’ve been apologetic instead came out flustered and rude. “Um, hello! Is there a reason that the other side of the sidewalk isn’t good enough for you?”

#this is LAME #but please feel free to assume connections or this can be a first meet :)

stats —

full name: adelaide ‘addie’ grace thaxton age: twenty six birthday: september 8th, 1996 gender: cis female romantic orientation: questioning sexual orientation: questioning positive traits: pragmatic, loyal negative traits: stubborn, prideful, insensitive, blunt

personality types —

zodiac: virgo sun | scorpio moon | capricorn rising moral alignment: lawful neutral jung: intj house: ravenclaw enneagram: type 3: the achiever temperament: choleric

biography —

tw: cancer/illness, death

born and raised to two loving parents and four amazing older siblings, addie was set up for success, and she used that to her advantage

she was always doing something new and making sure that she was thriving in it. she was determined to be the best of the best in whatever she was doing

addie eventually got into upenn and was on her way to graduating with a doctorate when she got the news that her sister, jane - her oldest sibling and closest friend - had been diagnosed with cancer. the prognosis wasn’t great; with a survival rate of under 7%, the thaxton family tried their best to prepare for the imminent decline. addie dropped out of school with mere credits left and instead signed on for a job serving at adelina’s to keep herself busy

jane passed very quickly, leaving her family behind in shambles. being the only daughter left, addie knew that she was obligated to step in and take care of her grieving parents while her three brothers tried their best to go about their lives

nowadays, addie spends her mornings doing her best to keep her mother and father from splintering further, and in the evenings, addie is still serving at adelina’s, thankful for the mental break and the fact that she has a place to escape to when her family becomes too much

wanted connections —

friends (she’s definitely the type to be loyal to a very select few)

frienemies

coworkers

potential romantic plots? :) (she’s questioning, so could be a man with which she’s more... comfortable, given her upbringing and beliefs, or could be a woman or someone non-binary who could help her come to terms with herself. could be all of the above! who’s to say)

if you’re interested in plotting, please don’t hesitate to send me an im, shoot me a discord message (e-buzz#8894), or like this and i’ll come to you :)

#phillyintro #please come say hi!!! we're lonely :)

ofmasterminds

Location: Green Street Coffee Co.

Tags:@philly-starters

With a gentle nod and an almost remorseful smile, Alexander grabbed his order from the overworked barista in turn; blue eyes scanning the packed venue to later focus on his phone to check the hour. He had exactly 95 minutes before his meeting on a building nearby the coffee shop and even though technically he could leave home and get back in time for his meeting— it seemed absurd to even try and do so. His next move, upon seeing just how packed the place was, was finding the nearest park and waiting there, let the city sounds create a lullaby to soothe him into forgetting he was anxious about the meeting in the first place and, had the weather not made it impossible, he would’ve chosen that scenario. As far as his overworked, jittery brain could think, staying in the coffee shop was his most viable option, even if it was starting to feel like a hazard the number of people inside.

Before all hope was lost, however, from the corner of his eye, the answer to his prayers arrived in the form of an empty chair on a table with only one other soul. With a decisive breath, he approached the half-empty table, one hand holding onto a ceramic cup while the other, kept a baked good resting on a similar ceramic plate. He shot the other a bashful smile as he bowed his head with outmost respect, feeling like high school all over again. “Sorry— is this seat taken?” he inquired, pointing with one finger at the seat in question, before drifting his eyes to at the crowd as if trying to prove a point, only to return his attention to the other. “All the rest are. I am willing to pay” he assured the other, trying to keep his order from spilling over the floor while simultaneously gesturing with his hands at every word, an old habit of his. “I don’t have money on me but you are welcomed to order anything from the menu or just give me your…” he faltered, trying to remember the name of the money-exchanging app he had just learned about a couple years ago. “Thing ID, to transfer the money” he shook his head at himself. “I’ll make it double for whatever that was.”

adelaidethaxton

Adelaide Thaxton had never been much of a coffee drinker, preferring a perfectly warmed mug of soothing tea to a steaming cup of bitter coffee. Typically, she’d choose to enjoy it in the comfort of her own home, and typically she didn’t drink any caffeine this late in the day anyway, but she’d just gotten off of her shift a mere half hour before, and after the morning she’d had, she really didn’t think she could handle the sight of her mother. Not until she’d had a bit of quiet time to calm her nerves. Quiet, of course, was a stretch. Though it was out of her way, she had wandered into Midtown Village in hopes that Green Street Coffee Co. would be at least a fraction more peaceful than Adelina’s had been during the lunch rush, but she had been proven wrong. Still, she’d been lucky enough to steal a table from a patron who was leaving just as she was coming, and figured that if she tried hard enough, she’d be able to tune it all out.

That was, until a stranger approached her with his own drink in his hand. She frowned, mouth immediately opening to tell him sorry, though she wasn’t, and that he’d have to wait for a seat elsewhere before she caught sight of the desperation in his eyes. The words that left his mouth only layered on. On any other day where she felt less beaten down, she would’ve ignored it, but the world had been heavy and she didn’t feel up to a fight. She sighed. “Go on. I won’t be having another, so you’ll just have to owe me on it.” She sat up a little straighter, removing her feet from the bar of the open seat, freeing it for him. Suddenly feeling self conscious - for what, she wasn’t sure - Addie grabbed the single braid she was wearing and smoothed it out a little, halfway wondering if she should undo and redo it, knowing it looked unkempt with flyaways. Feeling the need to avoid attention, she asked the first question that popped into mind. “Willing to pay for a seat, hm? Is there a reason you don’t just go elsewhere, or do you prefer plopping down with strangers?”