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❝ Say, you know Zeke, the graphic design major from St. Edward's University? I heard he's the baseball team's clean-up hitter or something like that. Off the field though, he seems like a klutz; head's up in the clouds most days. You can usually find him in the kitchen of Homeslice, washing dishes !!  ❞Just some closed roleplay blog for txhq, a group based in the present-day Austin, Texas. Not affiliated with Booboo Stewart, nor anyone or anything else found here unless stated otherwise. If not a member of the group, don't reblog or reply to these posts. Thanks!var sc_project=11765978; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="ee005054"; 

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romangals:

inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. this wasn’t going to crack that perfect exterior. she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t hate the weekly calls from her parents. they had officially become the bane of her existence. it was almost  like clockwork; the time remained the same, the day however didn’t. maybe (definitely) done on purpose to keep the girl on her toes. it was a routine that had gotten old the moment she flew the coop. it was minutes filled with ‘yes mama,’ ‘i’m sorry, mama,’ ‘i’ll do better mama,’. it was pregnant pauses that would lead to the inevitable question of ‘is daddy home?’. it was her praying for a lucky day— an answer of a ‘no, darling, ‘ followed by a soft ‘he’s out right now.’. the prayer hadn’t helped this time however; it would seem her luck had run out. which meant the routine added question after exhausting question flying her way. added tears on the threshold of falling, answers turning into small whispers, nodding into the phone even though he couldn’t see. a pass back to her mother, who would gently remind the girl that this week she was expected to have brunch with some old family friends and to be on her best behavior. and lastly, it was the click that let rosemarie blow out a breath she never realizes she’d been holding.

rosemarie took a moment to calm her nerves. perfect was never perfect enough. it was a reminder to stop using the credit card they’d been in charge of. she’d have to find another way of paying for groceries this week. but that wasn’t something to worry about right now. it would have to wait until she was alone. one last steeling breath and ro was back to her chipper self. no tears in sight, no shaky feelings. she was solid – she was normal. a gentle tug at the bathroom door as a way to mark that she wasn’t in any type of mood. everything was calculated now. “ sorry about that,” she shook her head slightly before flashing a smile, “mum had a couple questions about what i was doing this weekend. where were we?”

he’d spent an interesting day at one of the many theatres in the city, squeezed into a small box near the rafters as a colleague of his talked about how they transferred images first conceived on canvas to the large screen that hovered just above the stage. there, all sorts of technical light effects were made to further emphasize his artwork, though he’d asked his friend to be gentle as that’s he wanted things to remain subtle against the brightness of the colors he’d painted. the final experience almost took his breath away as the pieces Zeke had become so familiar with were effortlessly complimented by classical pieces he faintly remembered would play in the background of his youth. it lit something in the very depths of his soul as present clashed with past, and he almost felt like he was in the flower shop again, just older, wiser. and then, there it was -- a hollowness that came with his internal revelation. as much as he aspired to be back there, it was simply impossible, not without...

somehow, Zeke found himself accompanying one of his colleague’s classmates as they were the only ones interested in coffee to warm up after being in a cold building for so long. not a moment after ordering, she excused herself and he was left to wait alone. it wasn’t an easy feat to appear okay as he jealously held onto the light inside. he was happy, technically. the product of what’s going to be his newest exhibition was going swimmingly, and he couldn’t ask for more. he just wished it didn’t also hurt. now holding onto two still-steaming cups, he managed to chirp after the young woman, “i-it’s all good! they just came out, so you didn’t miss much.” it took a bit longer than he’d like to try and recall what was last said, slow on the pick-up. “um. something ‘bout Taylor Swift’s new music? sorry, I totally forgot.”

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jxesunjfc:

“Working late at the library can be so rewarding. I got to meet the sweetest little girl today who told me her goal is to bring books to those less fortunate around the world. These are the kids that I look forward to giving the gift of a book to. They actually appreciate them. They’re the reason I want to be a teacher.”

the original reason Zeke went to the library was to get closer to finishing his summer reading for fall courses. it sometimes confused and tired him out, especially when concerning social studies. seizing an opportunity to relax and reflect on the little things that were pleasing, a smile bloomed as he listened to the other male speak. “aww. what a cutie! I hope she gets ‘round to it. there’s never enough books in the world. y’know, teaching really doesn’t sound too bad the older I get. ‘specially when you get the chance to interact with kids like her.”

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artsnat:

“Hey you!” Nat just hoped that she sounded as loud as she hoped to be. “Yeah, yes, you! I think you should hold it right there. Don’t move.” Eyes darting back and forth to their sketchbook and the other. She scribbled down the basic sketch of the pose, a few lines here and there. “I said… don’t move,” she chided, even though she wasn’t looking at anything but her book and sketches as she quickly sketched.

it was one of the rare afternoons he had off instead of spending in a bustling pizza joint, and he was certainly enjoying it at the park with his favorite bat, practicing his form. Zeke could probably go anywhere to do this, but why waste soaking up some sun? when someone called out to him, he turned his head briefly towards the source before quickly flashing back to his previous pose pre-swing. “oh. oh! sure. wait, whoops. does talking count as moving?”

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hongjiwu:

     “  why would you do that?  ”  jinwoo huffed dramatically.  “  why would you throw out my book?  ”

“– uh.” confusion was written all over Zeke’s face. he didn’t notice a book when he went through the stands; helped the parent volunteers clean up after the summer camp’s game finished. “I’m sorry, dude. I guess none of us distinguished it amongst the trash. if you want, I can go through the collection bag, see if it can be salvaged... ?”

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hey, it’s your friendly neighborhood blob named Bloo~ here’s a lil bit about my son, Zeke!

⸢ BOOBOO STEWART, 25, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⸥ — well, that looks like ( EZEKIEL “ZEKE” GRAHAM ), that ( GRAPHIC DESIGN STUDENT ) living over in ( SOUTH CONGRESS ). they’ve called austin home for ( 3 YEARS ) now, and i hear you can usually find them at ( HOMESLICE ). people say they’re ( BIG-HEARTED ) and ( PASSIONATE ), but that they also can be a bit ( AWKWARD ) and ( UNWORLDLY ). they remind me of ( LATE NIGHTS HEAVY WITH THE SCENT OF COFFEE, HANDS SMUDGED WITH CHARCOAL, FLUSTERED GRINNING ). — ⸢ BLOO, SHE/THEY, 23, CST ⸥

BIOGRAPHY:

TRIGGER WARNING: Death mention.

Zeke was born in the bustling city of New Orleans though he barely remembers it. The clearest memory of his early years were when he spent afternoons in his mama’s flower shop, helping arrange bouquets until his pops got home from work. The second clearest memory? When the storms came... the small family had tried their best to escape it, but the storm landed too quickly, and they were too late. That week, Zeke lost everything he’d known up to that point was lost to the floods, including his mama, whom was swept away from his and his pops’ hands while they were trying to hold onto the roof of that old shop, trying to wave down rescuers. For a while, all that came afterward was a blur.

The next thing he knew, they were in a completely new place, almost empty-handed -- the government at least proveded him and his pops a new apartment they didn’t have to pay for for a year, secured a job for his pops at the VA hospital in nearby Muskogee. While Tulsa wasn’t awful, gone were the familiar bayous he’d grown up being surrounded by, the blaring sun that brought people out of their houses and onto the streets, all the how y’all doin’s, the smiles on all faces young and old. Despite the sadness that swelled inside, Zeke kept a positive mental attitude. He came to also love the rolling hills, the endless plains that swallowed up the landscape wherever people weren’t.

The few years he’d spent outside, playing ball with neighboring kids on old lots in New Orleans came full circle when he joined the baseball team during high school, and boy, was he good at it. Within a year’s time, he qualified for the varsity league and, two years after that, his school had taken the state championship trophy home for the first time. Of course, everyone came flocking for the winning boys after that, but Zeke had his mind set at the time on taking a few years off to help his old man with the bills. Four years of working odd jobs around the city, he’d saved enough money to move them out and back somewhere south. Though his pops didn’t want to go back to New Orleans, per se, they played a little throwing dart roulette and found a new destination in Austin, Texas.

As soon as they’d settled in that summer, Zeke strode right into the dugouts of both St. Edwards University and the University of Texas to try out, prove that his powerful strikes at bat and the way he ran like there was no tomorrow were still intact even though he hadn’t been back on the field for a while. Though both were willing to give a full ride scholarship for his skills, he chose St. Edward’s in the end; while it wasn’t a top tier university by any means, the moment he met their coach and saw the way their team’s dynamic worked, he knew he wanted to be there to help them grow, knew that they would help him grow.

Three years in, and he loves how things are right now. He not only is the right-hand man to the curren team captain, but a new passion had kick out most of the darkness that lived inside his soul and replaced it: art. Something about the quirkiness of the city’s layout, the way even the busiest streets always were alive and full of color inspired something within. Even though most of his afternoons are spent washing dishes and sometimes bussing tables at Home Slice, Zeke can’t help but take late night, or weekend if he has time off between games, strolls and drives on his bike just to see the variation in design from building to building, street to street. He’s beginning to call this place home.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS:

ROOMMATES (2-3 PEOPLE): His dad lives over on the outskirts of the city towards San Marcos, so he needs a place to stay while over at South Congress and, well, rent isn’t cheap when you’re along one of the busiest streets in the city. Anyone that’s a student in the area could be his roomie tbh, Zeke isn’t picky! He’s a pretty chill dude that’s barely there most days, always practicing or working to help pay the rent. Only times he really is around is to cook breakfast (his main duty lbr), tidy up the common area and wash dishes when it’s his turn, and sleep.

BASEBALL TEAMMATES (& ALUMNI), BASEBALL PLAYERS/LOVERS: There’s nothing like America’s favorite pastime to bring people together, especially when it comes being on the team itself. Zeke’s taken and given advice all three years he’s been playing for the school, and I’d love to see a mixture of interactions over the sport. So even if they’re not at St. Edward’s, he’s all about helping other people reach their potential, and just talking about the game in general?? Like. Lbr, one of his perfect dating scenarios is going to the batting cages and competing over who can make the most successful bats... or, well. Helping someone make power hits like him since that involves getting physically close to assist their form and he’s cheesy like that.

REGULARS AT HOME SLICE PIZZA: To say the least, Zeke’s part of one of the friendliest kitchen staff on the block. There’s even an award for that, no joke. Even though most of his time is spent behind the scenes, washing dishes and drying them out to stack onto the shelves so they’re ready to go for cooks and servers, he’s been on the floor to help pick up dirty dishes once people leave, clean and clear out tables for the next group coming in. Breaks are usually spent on the back patio, where he loves to look at the lights and colorful decorations, gather inspiration to journal and sketch about. Feel free to have people chat him up while he’s there!

hit me up at @dagohoydared#8007 on Discord if you wanna plot!

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cute date idea: we walk downtown to a crystal shop and talk to the owner about energy and magic. while you’re distracted looking around the shop, she hands me a crystal for love

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If you have made serious mistakes, there is always another chance for you. What we call failure is not the falling down, but the staying down.

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