Allen Jones

Allen Jones || 23 || Dependent aph rp blog for

[awesomepastryking]

Ivan wasn't meaning to be creepy. But be that as it may, he had been casually following the infamous Allen Jones for an hour or so now. He had started in the bakery, watching him interact with customers kinda flirtily and now he did his best to inconspicuously follow him around campus. He wasn't doing it for the fun of it, but he had heard so many rumours he needed to sort out the truth from the lie himself.

Allen sighed to himself. Today wasn’t his day. It all started when his hairband broke while he was trying to put his hair into a ponytail. He didn’t have another one to replace it, because for some strange reason he thought he’d only need one in his life! Now his hair was hanging down to his neck and getting in his way. He had been mistaken for a girl from behind so many times today that it stopped being funny. 

Then when he got to work someone had burnt a pastry. He yelled at them for it and made them redo it until they got it right, which was about their fifth time making it. By that time the customer was fed up and left without paying. Not even Allen’s flirting could make them stay. It was a big headache.

Not to mention he had to put his hair into a hairnet to keep it out of his food. He looked stupid and he was sure his coworkers were laughing at him.

And now on his way home the freezing wind was blowing his hair into his face, making it go into his mouth and up his nose, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was he felt like he was being watched.

He looked over his shoulder and jumped when he saw a tall student looking right at him. How long had they been there? What did they want? Was it a stalker? Today was not his day. 

[awesomepastryking]

He looked down at Ivan’s hand before looking back up at him. Could he trust him? He still seemed shady to him. With a reluctant sigh he took the hand and shook it, “Allen Jones,” he said, “but I guess you already knew that, huh?” 

He pulled his hand back and stuffed it inside the pocket of his hoodie, where the other one was, “so, how long have you been following me?”

[braginski-sunflower-deactivated]

Ivan nodded and shrugged at the others remark about knowing already. Allens reluctance, didn’t go unnoticed. It was understandable, yet Ivan still made note of it. 

He thought for a momment before answering, his eyes drifting skyward. “About Hour and bit?” He questioned himself before nodding and confirming; looking directly as Allen, “Hour and bit. So not too much of long time” 

[awesomepastryking]

“Seems like a long time to me,” he muttered, still sour over people thinking he was scary. “So, have you collected enough evidence, Mr, Detective, or do you need more?” He forced himself to smirk, “if you want more, you’ll have to take me out on a date though,” he joked.

Hey, just because he was in a bad mood didn’t mean he still couldn’t flirt.

[braginski-sunflower-deactivated]

He thought for a moment, going through what he had observed first hand. He seemed passionate about his work and easily irritated, although nice to customers. Easily startled and unsure about knew people.

“You are not seeming like bad guy, but it could easily be act. I have an not having enough of the data.” He finally responded, before adding with a small head tilt, “ I am have never been talking someone on date before. But I am knowing a good Italian place not far from here, it is cheap also.”

[awesomepastryking]

He rolled his eyes. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He just wanted to go home and sleep, but the world seemed to have other plans, “ok, one,” he said as he held up a finger, “don’t tell your date that you’re bringing them to a cheap place. It not only makes you seem cheap, but also that you don’t care about them. Two, I don’t care if you think I’m acting. You obviously just want to judge me instead of actually getting to know me.”

“And three,” he raised up a third finger, “you’re picking me up at seven. You’re paying, and I’m ordering whatever I want. It’s been awhile since I’ve went on a date, and you’re obviously going to keep stalking me until you actually get your facts. Besides, free food is awesome for college students.”

With saying his peace, he turned around and continued his walk back to his dorm.

[awesomepastryking]

Ivan wasn't meaning to be creepy. But be that as it may, he had been casually following the infamous Allen Jones for an hour or so now. He had started in the bakery, watching him interact with customers kinda flirtily and now he did his best to inconspicuously follow him around campus. He wasn't doing it for the fun of it, but he had heard so many rumours he needed to sort out the truth from the lie himself.

Allen sighed to himself. Today wasn’t his day. It all started when his hairband broke while he was trying to put his hair into a ponytail. He didn’t have another one to replace it, because for some strange reason he thought he’d only need one in his life! Now his hair was hanging down to his neck and getting in his way. He had been mistaken for a girl from behind so many times today that it stopped being funny. 

Then when he got to work someone had burnt a pastry. He yelled at them for it and made them redo it until they got it right, which was about their fifth time making it. By that time the customer was fed up and left without paying. Not even Allen’s flirting could make them stay. It was a big headache.

Not to mention he had to put his hair into a hairnet to keep it out of his food. He looked stupid and he was sure his coworkers were laughing at him.

And now on his way home the freezing wind was blowing his hair into his face, making it go into his mouth and up his nose, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was he felt like he was being watched.

He looked over his shoulder and jumped when he saw a tall student looking right at him. How long had they been there? What did they want? Was it a stalker? Today was not his day. 

[awesomepastryking]

He looked down at Ivan’s hand before looking back up at him. Could he trust him? He still seemed shady to him. With a reluctant sigh he took the hand and shook it, “Allen Jones,” he said, “but I guess you already knew that, huh?” 

He pulled his hand back and stuffed it inside the pocket of his hoodie, where the other one was, “so, how long have you been following me?”

[braginski-sunflower-deactivated]

Ivan nodded and shrugged at the others remark about knowing already. Allens reluctance, didn’t go unnoticed. It was understandable, yet Ivan still made note of it. 

He thought for a momment before answering, his eyes drifting skyward. “About Hour and bit?” He questioned himself before nodding and confirming; looking directly as Allen, “Hour and bit. So not too much of long time” 

[awesomepastryking]

“Seems like a long time to me,” he muttered, still sour over people thinking he was scary. “So, have you collected enough evidence, Mr, Detective, or do you need more?” He forced himself to smirk, “if you want more, you’ll have to take me out on a date though,” he joked.

Hey, just because he was in a bad mood didn’t mean he still couldn’t flirt.

[vencerse-blog]

awesomepastryking:

“Don’t run from love, baby!” He called after the woman, but she continued to walk. Oh well. Not like he really cared. He just wanted to flirt. 

He turned his head to look back at the male near the window. Was he talking to him? He did a quick look around and saw no one else around, “you talkin’ to me?” He asked, pointing at himself.

Well, he supposed he should’ve just shook his head and went along on his merry way but for some reason, Gabriel found this strong need to stick around and actually answer truthfully. Not that he would’ve to begin with, but normally, he’d keep thoughts to himself. Being vocal wasn’t much of his thing.

Except now, it seemed.

“..Yes? Maybe?” His voice was relatively soft, and the calmness in his eyes turned into a curious gaze, filled with some confusion as if icing on the cake. “You’re.. really bad at what you think you’re good at.”

[awesomepastryking]

He scowled. Who did this guy think he was? They only met once before, and now he thought he could judge Allen and tell him his flirting was wrong? He’s been flirting for years and has gotten plenty of reactions, and sometimes a partner, out of it!

“And what makes you so sure?” He asked. He tried to keep any sass or venom out of his voice. 

[caffeanima]

"Welcome!" He greeted as he saw the front door to the Crave open. "Shall I show you to your ta--Dee?" He blinked as he looked down at a face he hadn't seen in years. Allen was dressed in white and black suit, looking much like a butler. His chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off more of his face.

Demetrio had heard quite a bit about the Crave from his friend and decided to check it out for himself. The smile he wore on his face dropped the second he heard a familiar voice. It took him a moment to place the face, his heart skipped a beat in that moment. “Allen, w-what are you doing here?” 

[caffeanima]

awesomepastryking:

“Dee, I’ve had classes and I’ve worked all day. Not to mention my outfit is keeping me nice and warm in fall. That’s why I’m tired,” he stuck his tongue out, “not everything is about you.”

“I know you’ve had classes and then worked all day.” He cupped Allen’s cheek softly. “You’re so cute Allen.” He was so tempted to squeeze his cheeks but decided against and just gave him a smile.

[awesomepastryking]

He blinked. Cute? Despite his cheeks turning a bright pink, he scowled and jerked his head away, “so, what have you been doing?” He kept his gaze forward. He could feel anger raising up in his body. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. It wouldn’t do to get angry.

[awesomepastryking]

"What up pork chop?"

“Not much, roadkill.”

[corazonacuatico]

She’s laughing “Is that the best you got?” She’s probably heard almost every type of insult there has been at this point in her life. 

[awesomepastryking]

He shrugged, “maybe. I don’t know you.” He raised an eyebrow, “why did you call me pork chop?”

[corazonacuatico]

Julchen wasn’t sure why she was expecting him to come up with something meaner than he had said before. Maybe it was because she was used to other’s just throwing them out like nothing. “It was the first that popped into my head.Plus, I didn’t to yell ‘What up hot stuff.’ then have like twenty other guys think I’m talking to them. Now I’ve ruined this moment by having to explain my intention.” She puffed out her cheeks.

[awesomepastryking]

He snorted, “yes, because twenty other guys just come running to you. Maybe in your dreams, cupcake.” He put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, “so, did you need something or are you just randomly yelling stuff like some insane person, hoping to get attention?”

[awesomepastryking]

"What up pork chop?"

“Not much, roadkill.”

[corazonacuatico]

She’s laughing “Is that the best you got?” She’s probably heard almost every type of insult there has been at this point in her life. 

[awesomepastryking]

He shrugged, “maybe. I don’t know you.” He raised an eyebrow, “why did you call me pork chop?”

[vencerse-blog]

{ @awesomepastryking }

Gabriel rose his brow; eyes averted themselves from the confectionery he’d been looking at through a nearby window, to that of a man he could’ve sworn he’d seen before. But quite frankly, he struggled to put a name to the face–or perhaps he’d never received the name to begin with? Regardless, the context of the words he could hear were rather absurd.

Absurdly stupid.

But alas, he supposed this was of the norm for people nowadays. Everyone seemed to have a consistent need to appeal to others through sex appeal and vulgar wording, but seeing this guy being completely brushed off by that woman had caused a snerk to escape him.

“This guy is pretty bad,” he mumbled, perhaps a bit louder and clearer than he had initially intended.

[awesomepastryking]

“Don’t run from love, baby!” He called after the woman, but she continued to walk. Oh well. Not like he really cared. He just wanted to flirt. 

He turned his head to look back at the male near the window. Was he talking to him? He did a quick look around and saw no one else around, “you talkin’ to me?” He asked, pointing at himself.

[awesomepastryking]

"What up pork chop?"

“Not much, roadkill.”

[caffeanima]

"Welcome!" He greeted as he saw the front door to the Crave open. "Shall I show you to your ta--Dee?" He blinked as he looked down at a face he hadn't seen in years. Allen was dressed in white and black suit, looking much like a butler. His chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off more of his face.

Demetrio had heard quite a bit about the Crave from his friend and decided to check it out for himself. The smile he wore on his face dropped the second he heard a familiar voice. It took him a moment to place the face, his heart skipped a beat in that moment. “Allen, w-what are you doing here?” 

[awesomepastryking]

“I’m soooo glad you see me good enough to put me in the corner,” he smirked and nudged him with his arm, “just joshin’.” He yawned.

[caffeanima]

“You’re such a joker, Allen.” He laughs he’s about to nudge him back but notices the yawn. “Are you getting tired of me already?”

[awesomepastryking]

“Dee, I’ve had classes and I’ve worked all day. Not to mention my outfit is keeping me nice and warm in fall. That’s why I’m tired,” he stuck his tongue out, “not everything is about you.”

[caffeanima]

"Welcome!" He greeted as he saw the front door to the Crave open. "Shall I show you to your ta--Dee?" He blinked as he looked down at a face he hadn't seen in years. Allen was dressed in white and black suit, looking much like a butler. His chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off more of his face.

Demetrio had heard quite a bit about the Crave from his friend and decided to check it out for himself. The smile he wore on his face dropped the second he heard a familiar voice. It took him a moment to place the face, his heart skipped a beat in that moment. “Allen, w-what are you doing here?” 

[awesomepastryking]

“I’m soooo glad you see me good enough to put me in the corner,” he smirked and nudged him with his arm, “just joshin’.” He yawned.

[silentartist-blog1]

[relaxing in the hot tub] Oh, I didn't hear you come in. [smirks] Want to join me, ponytail? [flexes his chest muscles]

[what the fUCK] [he was looking for a certain someone else]

Haa….. no I-I-I-I’m okay.

[awesomepastryking]

Aw come on, I don’t bite. Look, there’s plenty of room for the both of us, so why not just hop in? The water is nice and hot, just like me. [winks]

[silentartist-blog1]

Oh um… I’m not dressed for the water right now haha. Shame, maybe next time though!

[awesomepastryking]

[raises an eyebrow] Then why are you here?

[silentartist-blog1]

[relaxing in the hot tub] Oh, I didn't hear you come in. [smirks] Want to join me, ponytail? [flexes his chest muscles]

[what the fUCK] [he was looking for a certain someone else]

Haa….. no I-I-I-I’m okay.

[awesomepastryking]

Aw come on, I don’t bite. Look, there’s plenty of room for the both of us, so why not just hop in? The water is nice and hot, just like me. [winks]

[awesomepastryking]

Ivan wasn't meaning to be creepy. But be that as it may, he had been casually following the infamous Allen Jones for an hour or so now. He had started in the bakery, watching him interact with customers kinda flirtily and now he did his best to inconspicuously follow him around campus. He wasn't doing it for the fun of it, but he had heard so many rumours he needed to sort out the truth from the lie himself.

Allen sighed to himself. Today wasn’t his day. It all started when his hairband broke while he was trying to put his hair into a ponytail. He didn’t have another one to replace it, because for some strange reason he thought he’d only need one in his life! Now his hair was hanging down to his neck and getting in his way. He had been mistaken for a girl from behind so many times today that it stopped being funny. 

Then when he got to work someone had burnt a pastry. He yelled at them for it and made them redo it until they got it right, which was about their fifth time making it. By that time the customer was fed up and left without paying. Not even Allen’s flirting could make them stay. It was a big headache.

Not to mention he had to put his hair into a hairnet to keep it out of his food. He looked stupid and he was sure his coworkers were laughing at him.

And now on his way home the freezing wind was blowing his hair into his face, making it go into his mouth and up his nose, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was he felt like he was being watched.

He looked over his shoulder and jumped when he saw a tall student looking right at him. How long had they been there? What did they want? Was it a stalker? Today was not his day. 

[awesomepastryking]

He looked down at Ivan’s hand before looking back up at him. Could he trust him? He still seemed shady to him. With a reluctant sigh he took the hand and shook it, “Allen Jones,” he said, “but I guess you already knew that, huh?” 

He pulled his hand back and stuffed it inside the pocket of his hoodie, where the other one was, “so, how long have you been following me?”

[caffeanima]

"Welcome!" He greeted as he saw the front door to the Crave open. "Shall I show you to your ta--Dee?" He blinked as he looked down at a face he hadn't seen in years. Allen was dressed in white and black suit, looking much like a butler. His chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off more of his face.

Demetrio had heard quite a bit about the Crave from his friend and decided to check it out for himself. The smile he wore on his face dropped the second he heard a familiar voice. It took him a moment to place the face, his heart skipped a beat in that moment. “Allen, w-what are you doing here?” 

[caffeanima]

awesomepastryking:

“Don’t you have any friends? I bet a guy like you is swarmed with people. You’re Mr. Popular, right?” He smiled.

“They are more like connections.” He adjusts the frames of his glasses. “Only when I’m hosting a fashion show. I’m sorry to disappoint I’ve fallen from the whole popularity thing.I’m getting back there.” 

[awesomepastryking]

“You’ll get back there. You’re too flashy to not be popular,” he smirked. He placed his hand on Dee’s head and ruffled his hair, “I wear glasses now too. I’ve got contacts in right now.” 

[caffeanima]

He wanted to scream when his hair was ruffled, this was the end. It took him so long to style it this morning. “I know I can be there,it’s just a matter if I want to be there. I always end up on top regardless. ” He gives him a smile, “Well I’m sure you look handsome in them.”

[awesomepastryking]

“Even if you don’t make it to the top, I’ll still be here for you at the bottom,” he smirked, “but if you want, I can pretend I don’t know you.” He snorted at Dee’s compliment, “of course I do. I am Allen Jones after all!” He winked at him.

[awesomepastryking]

Ivan wasn't meaning to be creepy. But be that as it may, he had been casually following the infamous Allen Jones for an hour or so now. He had started in the bakery, watching him interact with customers kinda flirtily and now he did his best to inconspicuously follow him around campus. He wasn't doing it for the fun of it, but he had heard so many rumours he needed to sort out the truth from the lie himself.

Allen sighed to himself. Today wasn’t his day. It all started when his hairband broke while he was trying to put his hair into a ponytail. He didn’t have another one to replace it, because for some strange reason he thought he’d only need one in his life! Now his hair was hanging down to his neck and getting in his way. He had been mistaken for a girl from behind so many times today that it stopped being funny. 

Then when he got to work someone had burnt a pastry. He yelled at them for it and made them redo it until they got it right, which was about their fifth time making it. By that time the customer was fed up and left without paying. Not even Allen’s flirting could make them stay. It was a big headache.

Not to mention he had to put his hair into a hairnet to keep it out of his food. He looked stupid and he was sure his coworkers were laughing at him.

And now on his way home the freezing wind was blowing his hair into his face, making it go into his mouth and up his nose, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was he felt like he was being watched.

He looked over his shoulder and jumped when he saw a tall student looking right at him. How long had they been there? What did they want? Was it a stalker? Today was not his day. 

[awesomepastryking]

Good. It seemed he finally understood Allen, but it didn’t seem to scare him, “i..I don’t know,” he admitted, “but why are you following me?! It’s creepy! Who are you? What do you want?!” 

His heart was racing. He didn’t like this. Why was this happening? He just wanted to go home and rest.

[braginski-sunflower-deactivated]

“Oh, that” Ivan realised what the other was going on about. He noticed that he looked intimidated by him, he quickly went through his options. He could a) intimidate him further, b) make up a lie about why he was following him, or c) tell the truth but look very embarrassed to avoid conflict. C worked. 

He pressed his fingers together and rubbed the toe of his foot into the ground, casting his eyes downwards. “I have been told that you can be scary person, but I did not want to judge before I am seeing with my own eyes, so I was following to see if I could be finding out for myself…” He  pouted.

[awesomepastryking]

He raised an eyebrow, “scary?” He repeated. How was he-- Oh. He must have been talking about work. He sighed. He didn’t want to be scary, he just wanted people to do their freaking job right. He thought back to his high school and middle school career where he tried to make people afraid of him, but never succeeding. Now that he wasn’t trying and was succeeding. Any other day he would have laughed, but today was not that day.

“Are you going to rat me out now?” He asked, “knowing that I can read lips and understand you.” He reach back and pulled his hair back. There in his ear was his special hearing aid, “or that I can hear with this?”

[awesomepastryking]

Ivan wasn't meaning to be creepy. But be that as it may, he had been casually following the infamous Allen Jones for an hour or so now. He had started in the bakery, watching him interact with customers kinda flirtily and now he did his best to inconspicuously follow him around campus. He wasn't doing it for the fun of it, but he had heard so many rumours he needed to sort out the truth from the lie himself.

Allen sighed to himself. Today wasn’t his day. It all started when his hairband broke while he was trying to put his hair into a ponytail. He didn’t have another one to replace it, because for some strange reason he thought he’d only need one in his life! Now his hair was hanging down to his neck and getting in his way. He had been mistaken for a girl from behind so many times today that it stopped being funny. 

Then when he got to work someone had burnt a pastry. He yelled at them for it and made them redo it until they got it right, which was about their fifth time making it. By that time the customer was fed up and left without paying. Not even Allen’s flirting could make them stay. It was a big headache.

Not to mention he had to put his hair into a hairnet to keep it out of his food. He looked stupid and he was sure his coworkers were laughing at him.

And now on his way home the freezing wind was blowing his hair into his face, making it go into his mouth and up his nose, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was he felt like he was being watched.

He looked over his shoulder and jumped when he saw a tall student looking right at him. How long had they been there? What did they want? Was it a stalker? Today was not his day. 

[awesomepastryking]

Good. It seemed he finally understood Allen, but it didn’t seem to scare him, “i..I don’t know,” he admitted, “but why are you following me?! It’s creepy! Who are you? What do you want?!” 

His heart was racing. He didn’t like this. Why was this happening? He just wanted to go home and rest.

[awesomepastryking]

Ivan wasn't meaning to be creepy. But be that as it may, he had been casually following the infamous Allen Jones for an hour or so now. He had started in the bakery, watching him interact with customers kinda flirtily and now he did his best to inconspicuously follow him around campus. He wasn't doing it for the fun of it, but he had heard so many rumours he needed to sort out the truth from the lie himself.

Allen sighed to himself. Today wasn’t his day. It all started when his hairband broke while he was trying to put his hair into a ponytail. He didn’t have another one to replace it, because for some strange reason he thought he’d only need one in his life! Now his hair was hanging down to his neck and getting in his way. He had been mistaken for a girl from behind so many times today that it stopped being funny. 

Then when he got to work someone had burnt a pastry. He yelled at them for it and made them redo it until they got it right, which was about their fifth time making it. By that time the customer was fed up and left without paying. Not even Allen’s flirting could make them stay. It was a big headache.

Not to mention he had to put his hair into a hairnet to keep it out of his food. He looked stupid and he was sure his coworkers were laughing at him.

And now on his way home the freezing wind was blowing his hair into his face, making it go into his mouth and up his nose, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was he felt like he was being watched.

He looked over his shoulder and jumped when he saw a tall student looking right at him. How long had they been there? What did they want? Was it a stalker? Today was not his day. 

[awesomepastryking]

Why was he still following him? Allen thought about questioning him, but then he remembered he was heading towards the dorms. Great. Now he had to listen to this guy talking rather loudly in his phone conversation. Was this guy hard hearing or–

He froze when he heard an alarm. His first thought was that it was the fire alarm, but he quickly realized this alarm was quieter than that. It sounded like an alarm clock going off, or an alarm for a—

He turned his head to glare at the other. He tried to summon all the hate and annoyance he felt to his eyes. This guy was following him! What did he want? Was he going to rob Allen? Was he going to follow him until they got to an area with less people and then attack? 

He took a step back from the other and held up his cellphone, “don’t try anything, pal!” He shouted, hoping to alert others and scare the robber off. “Or I’ll call the cops! I’ve got them on speed dial!” 

Normally he felt that he could defend himself against any attacker, but this one was much taller than Allen and no doubt much stronger. He couldn’t afford to take any chances.

[braginski-sunflower-deactivated]

Ivan was confused to say the least, having never came across the phrase of ‘don’t try anything’ he only had a vague  idea of what it could possible mean. Allen was holding his mobile, saying something about calling cops, whatever those were. Maybe ‘don’t try something’ had something to do with his phone. 

He slowly placed his phone on the ground in front of him and then placed his hands in upwards, palms out. It didn’t occur to him that it Allen knew he was following him, believing himself to be way to sneaky to be found out. 

“I am not sure what it is you are wanting me to not be trying.” He said frowning slightly. Well at least now he had an excuse to make conversation.

[awesomepastryking]

He blinked. The heck was wrong with this guy? He just threatened to call the cops and all the Russian did was put his phone on the ground. Was this to confuse Allen before he attacked? That would be stupid. Lots of people were aro--

His eyes widen as he recalled Ivan talking in Russian just a moment ago. ‘This guy has no idea what I’m talking about.’ He thought to himself. He inwardly groaned. 

He decided to try again, “I know you’re trying to rob me. As in take my money or something else I have. If you try that, or try to attack me, I’ll call people to take you away and put you in jail!” Dang it. He really wish he knew the Russian word for police.