( * && --- everything is blue; his pills, his hands, his jeans and now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams --- everything is grey; his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color he don't know what it means
“okay, the phrase ‘the customer is always right’ is fuckin’ bullshit!” kiera lowly growled, slumping down in the green chair, slumping low, her face barely visible under her baseball cap she wore to hide her slightly greasy hair. “she was complaining that her coffee was too hot, so i remade it and then she said it was too fucking cold. like i’m sorry, but maybe just deal with it or remove the stick from your ass that’s got you so uptight!” she ranted. “this job has me ready for death…”.
Canaan took a moment to process the clutter of words coming out from the other’s mouth, slightly irritated by her bombardment. Her sudden rant startled him, making him spit out his drink. “Well,” he began, wiping a spot of vodka off of his chin. “If I were your customer, I’d probably have a stick up my ass too.” He then paused, feeling moderately apologetic for his outburst. His voice lowered. “Have you tried quitting?”
hello ! I’m kat (they/them) est, seventeen, and this is my son Canaan. I haven’t roleplayed for the last two years, so quick apology if I goof anything up with formatting and whatnot. i’m sure i’ll catch on soon :-) definitely hmu for plots though, or like this post and i’ll message first.
⥽ ˙˖ ☾ i think that’s ( canaan bunt ) the ( 25 ) year old that just moved in. i think they look a lot like ( jack falahee ) but maybe that’s just me. i heard they work at ( deja vu ) as a ( barista ). i could definitely see that with them being ( reserved ) and ( chaotic ). well i hope their move in went well. ( nonbinary. he/him/they/them. ) [ kat. they/them. est. 17 ]
tw: car crash, anxiety, death
(androsexual)
canaan grew up in a small town in upstate new york. his parents were both musicians, so he was very heavily trained in music at a young age, which turned him into a musical prodigy, specifically on the piano. at the age of seven he was hired to professionally travel across the east coast to perform at galas. he was pretty much destined for success.
he was always a really happy and ecstatic kid, even with the stress and pressure of performing at such professional events. however, when canaan was eleven his family was involved in a car crash, and both of his parents and his little brother, colin, were killed. after losing his family, he lost all of his hope and energy for his future. he destroyed his piano and his sheet music, and hasn’t touched a piano since.
canaan was moved to florida to live with his aunt cara. he didn’t participate in class discussions, distanced himself from making any new friends, and once he reached senior year he dropped out of school and joined the airforce until he was 24. when he returned to florida, he got a job at deja vu as a barista and has worked there for the last year.
canaan is clueless when it comes to thinking about his future. he didn’t learn anything in school because of his lack of focus, and he has no interest in going to college. as a kid, his dream was to continue being a professional pianist, but now he can’t sit at a piano without breaking down or having an anger flash. whenever this happens, he turns to alcohol to calm him down (making him semi-alcoholic).
he’s a little distant and sometimes can be really mean. he may have established a pessimistic view of the world, and at first it’s really hard to get to know him, but now all he wants is to find something to reverse that.
he’s never been in love before, and he’s never really had a close friend in his life. he’s always wanted to experience both, but he’s been too afraid to get close to anyone with the fear of losing them. he’s been using his return to florida from the air force as an opportunity to start fresh and open himself up to new people.
