* when you 𝐬𝐚𝐲 it's gonna 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 when exactly do you mean ? see i've already waited 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 & all my 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 is gone you 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 your mouth how can you say i go about things the 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 way ? i am 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 & i need to be 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 just like everybody else does
♡ a hum falls off rosy lips as she nods and takes her seat. she pulls out a journal and some colored gel pens. her head lifts up at his words and she lets out a breathy chuckle. ＂ you could say that. we combined two classrooms today at the daycare. imagine, around twenty two to three year olds running rampant. the other teacher and i did our best to contain it though. still. i can still hear little elena’s screeching when gabe took one of her toys. ＂ sora, queen of oversharing. he probably didn’t care to hear all about her day. but once sora begins speaking – she really can’t stop. dummy, she begins to write over and over again on the blank page. ＂ what about you mister stranger ? how’s your day been ? ＂ see, sora can start a friendly conversation with anyone. talking to strangers about their day is actually one of her favorite things to do. she’ll probably end up kidnapped that way but – ya know !! it is what it is.
* “ sounds more like a nightmare. ” he responds, unable to mask his grimace. he’s never been huge on kids, but twenty of them all at once sounded horrifying. “ my day has been ... ” he gets the feeling he probably should refrain from cursing around her, “ long too. ” he decides upon, soft huff leaving his lips. “ i need a new job, honestly. ” regardless of how many jobs he had, and lost, joss was yet to find something he actually enjoyed doing.
eva was just counting her lucky stars that she was able to spot the person that she wanted to avoid before he spotted her. it made dodging the situation easier than having to deal with it. not that it was anything serious, but still, something that she didn’t feel like letting ruin her night. picking up the shot glass, the dancer grins, “thanks. you’ve just become my actual hero.” tipping her head back she downed the liquid. “looks like you’re going big tonight, eh?” she gestured toward the shot glasses. “celebrating? commiserating?”
* “ for existing and being in the right place at the right time ? i’ll take it. ” he grins, elbow resting against the bar. “ i’m celebrating my week-long sobriety. ” he announces, the irony making him grin, “ but that wasn’t fun. so here i am. might as well make the most of it. ” he knows his lack of control is probably indicative of a more deep-rooted issue, but that was a thought for another day - perhaps the following morning when the headache and regrets are bound to kick in.
MAKING SURE HER EYES were on the road just enough to keep the two alive . “ what’s another 10% ? how ‘bout , i need some tense of sanity , joss ? “ she joked , hand reaching over to mess up his brunette locks just enough to be annoying . “ have you known me to give up on anything ? “ in all honestly , giving up wasn’t something that was bred into the girl . she was far too stubborn for that . “ if you do get to that point though , i won’t hesitate to get some duct tape at the closest stop . “
* hand swipes at his heart as he shoots her a disappointed glare, shaking his head to nudge her hand away. “ the fucking betrayal. ” his tone is exasperated but it doesn’t match his rare beaming smile. “ you can try. duct tape won’t stop me. nothing can stop me. ” he smirks menacingly.
a good time was being had by all on this, not so infrequent, night out. the ballerina enjoyed letting loose after a long week. eva was already quite a few drinks in and on her way back from the ladies room, she spots someone that she was clearly hoping to avoid who seemed to be walking right in her direction. turning quickly on her heel, the dancer slips in between two people at the bar, so that her back would be turned to said person who would in turn hopefully just walk on by being none the wiser. glancing at the person to her right, she offers an apologetic grin, “sorry to be invading your space. consider this a quick avoidance tactic. next round is on me, though. because you’re a life saver.”
* he's drunk. his plan to stay sober for a month has lasted all but a week. it's a pathetic attempt and he knows it, but as far as he's concerned, now he's given in he might as well go all the way. he's waiting for shots, having purchased enough for the random people waiting around him because alcohol has always made him more generous, when he feels a body sidle up next to him. " don't worry 'bout it. " he waves dismissively as the shots are pushed his way. he takes two, tipping one down his throat and edging the spare towards her. " you sound like you need it. "
caspian’s a jealous creature. unforgiving and sometimes downright petty. evident from the minute he chooses to address joss of all people by calling attention to what’s unfolding. even if his own embarrassment that he’s been caught by him of all people tugs at him more than he’ll ever outwardly admit. “mmm ?” he replies, busying himself in picking up a few of his discarded items just so he doesn’t have to look at the other male. “funny. it’s almost like… you’re not aware i make a living out of causing a scene. ya know…. some nights for hours on end until i can barely stand.” there’s a coyness in his tone — is he talking about dancing or his other nightly activities? something to be left in the other’s imagination. “don’t think you’d have to worry about her bouncing a shoe off your skull anyway.”
* he watches him as he collects the various items, wondering whether he should be offering to help - not that he particularly feels like doing so, or that he’s dumb enough to believe caspian will allow him to, but out of some form of courtesy. " oh no, i'm fully aware. " he responds, biting his tongue and resisting the urge to further twist his words into something crude - it's definitely not the time, and he's working on reading the room before he speaks, but the temptation is there and it sparks some buried memories. " well, she doesn't seem to have the best aim. " he glances back at the window, pausing for a moment, then finds himself asking before he can stop himself " who is she anyway ? "
HAVING DRAGGED him along with her to run some errands . which really was code for continue her week long search for a new motorcross bike she was , to put it simply , obsessed with . “ okay , but seriously i will drive through this entire state to find this bike , “ she threatened with a light laugh interlacing her words . turning the radio down just a little as she glanced over to her best friend , “ and you’ll be my hostage – “ a playful shrug bouncing from the brunettes shoulders . ( tagging @fmjoss· . )
* how he had managed to be dragged into this whole fiasco was beyond joss - he blamed his boredom, and his unique inability to turn amity down. joss wasn't the type to surround himself with many people, so for the very few that he did let into his circle, he knew he had to make some effort toward keeping. besides, amity was one of the more bearable people from around hunnington beach. his head lolls backward as he turns to look at her, " i mean, you already put up with me, like, 90% of the time anyway - what's another 10%. " he grins, " y’know, when i was a kid, my mum said if anybody ever kidnapped me they'd bring me straight back because i was such a pain in the ass. if you're gonna do this whole hostage thing, i expect dedication and perseverance. "
♡ she’s walking home from the daycare, pastel pink bookbag on her shoulders and airpods in her ear blasting 4ever by clairo. she’s oblivious to the outside world at the moment and wouldn’t want it any other way. there’s a skip in her step, but there always is whenever she comes home from work. she loves her job, probably more than anything. of course she doesn’t have to work. her parents would give her anything she asked. ( and then there’s – um, yeah. anyways !!! ) the thing is she just loves working with kids and seeing the smiles on their faces when they learn something new. the song changes to habit by still woozy and a sigh falls from her lips. coffee. she needs coffee.
♡ sora turns her feet and begins walking in the direction of the nearest coffee shop. as she approaches, she sees a little dog outside the shop. she’s quick to kneel down and pet the canine, giggles flooding from pink lips as she nods at the owner. entering, she breathes in the fresh smell of cappuccinos and pastries. she orders her usual, a mocha latte with oat milk and tips the barista an extra five dollars. the cafe is packed today, meaning there’s barely any seats open. a frown places on her features. until – oh !!! she sees an empty seat over in the corner and makes a b-line for it. ＂ hi ! ＂ she says to the person sitting across the empty chair. ＂ mind if i sit ? there’s no place else. ＂ cue the puppy dog eyes.
* his day had been one torn directly from the pits of hell, as far as joss is concerned, but instead of turning to alcohol to soothe his vexation he finds himself at the coffee shop ( it's less thrilling, but there's much less potential for him to wake up the next morning having done something he ultimately regrets, and besides - he's trying to feel out this whole healthy coping situation. ) once the cup's nearly drained he still feels empty inside, which wouldn't be the case had he headed to the bar instead. his knee bounces as he zones out slightly, eyes carving holes into the table, until he's startled by the abrupt voice ahead. he doesn't bother to lift his head initially, instead waving a hand at the free seat. " i don't own it. " he murmurs, letting out a light sigh as he finally lifts his gaze and offers her a half-hearted smile ( it's the thought that counts. ) " long day ? "
the sound of upset yelps rings out on what is usually a fairly quiet, residential, street. coming from the brunette as he narrowly manages to avoid a shoe being thrown at his head from the window above. “lover’s spat.” he explains shortly to the only other figure approaching on the street. far more non-plussed than he should be considering he’s still scrambling to gather his belongings. “one minute it’s baby don’t go ! then it’s well,” he points up at the window with a sigh before back down at his dishevelled appearance. “get out of my house or i’m gonna call the cops, i never want to see you again ! y’know. just typical friday stuff.”
* if joss just so happens to turn down the song blasting through his earphones just in time to hear the argument that appears to be brewing further down the street, then that's nobody's business. he plans to just walk past, slowly, and carry on with his day - until he hears that voice and he finds himself stopping in his tracks, eyes wide and blinking and fuck , suddenly caspian is addressing him and of course there's no hope in him sneaking off now before his gaze ultimately swirls to meet his own ( though he does weigh up his chances ) . "typical friday stuff." he repeats, tongue swiping his lower lip - an innate signal when he feels awkward. his eyes shoot up to the window and he finds himself slightly disappointed that he doesn't manage to catch a glimpse at whoever caspian refers to as his lover nowadays. he hates to admit that it's rubbed him the wrong way. he clears his throat, eyes focusing back on caspian. " you finished making a scene ? ‘cause some of us just want to get coffee without the risk of a shoe being bounced off our skulls. "
[ 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧 , 𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐢𝐦 , 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 , 𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 ] do my eyes deceive me , or did i just see joss easom getting out of the car in hunnington ? i guess he’s living around monte bridge , which i could’ve guessed . hopefully they can keep their cynical & lacklustre shit to theirselves , and focus on being jocose & compassionate to avoid any problems . and for the love of god , lets hope they don’t talk about the hidden thing .
𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 ! my name's kat & i use she/her pronouns ! it's nearly midnight here & i'm mega tired because i’m old ( aka 21 ) so i'm gonna have to be tHaT pErSoN who's late posting their intro 💔 , but it's all Good ! i’ve posted a very brief run down on joss below the cut , & i'll be around on mobile for as long as i can keep my eyes open for ksksksk so i'll carry on ❤️'ing your beautiful starters & start sending some ims !
full name : joseph joss easom
nickname(s) : joss - technically a nickname , but as he rarely goes by his actual first name , this is what most people know him by
age : twenty-two
star sign : aries
sexuality : bisexual & biromantic
positives : compassionate , imaginative & jocular
negatives : remiss , facetious & perplexing
OKAY quickfire facts !
joss is quite simply ... a Mess . that's the best way to describe it . SKSKSK
i wouldn't say he even understands himself half the time , so for other people to understand him ? good luck !
he's entirely reckless & lives 99% of his life on a whim . in fact , his move to monte bridge was one driven completely on impulse after a lot of couch surfing and slightly unconventional room-mate searching
probably has a new job every month or so because he's ... the Worst employee ever
he can't even rly commit to a PASSION like ... one day he'll be dead-set on starting a band , but by the next week he'll be deleting his entire insta feed & replacing it with obnoxious photography of the sunset .
when it comes to relationships .... i mean 👀 he's tried , but he lacks the ability to let people in all the way & that's been the breaking point of pretty much all of his relationships . he has walls upon walls and he's unwilling to let them down , & ultimately it ends up driving people away because he’s just hard work . so relationships for joss are mostly flings , or random hookups that lead nowhere .
a lil bit self-deprecating at times but will laugh it off as if it's nothing because he can’t face his emotions hehe <3
has a strained relationship with his “ pet ” cat , arnold - a stray he has somewhat adopted but mostly just tempts of the street with spare food before he disappears again for multiple days
talking of Strained Relationships ... has daddy AND mommy issues ... we don't talk about family in this house . ever .
that’s all i’ve got for now but i’m sure more things will come to mind while plotting !
