“did you do parties often back where you came from?” the soft spoken irish girl asked as she tilted her head to the side with a kind and soft smile. “or are you from here?” she quickly corrected, recalling that some people believed to be from this wild place. she lifted them some drinks from a passing waiter and offered it to him. “these aren’t quite as exciting as the ones from hogwarts on the holiday season but they’re still pretty. i love drinking glitter.” @garymendez
“Just got my drink lifted by a 12 year old, now I KNOW I am in trouble,” he chuckled as he rubbed at his eyes to make sure he was seeing things clearly, not only did she look really young but he got an overwhelming feeling of deja vu as the girl in front of him looked so familiar. He furrowed his brows, “didn’t we already meet each other?” He questioned, “you asked if I had someone waiting for me and I--did you say you drink glitter?” He asked, scrunching up his face in confusion. This girl who once seemed perfectly normal now seemed full of strange as he took a sip of the drink she handed him. “I am not going to expect glitter poisoning from this, am I?” He joked.
myrcella smiled with bright eyes “thank you again for bringing me outside. i did not know i tended to get light headed but it must be the lights, drinks and noise.” she explained politely, embarrassed to have needed assistance. “it’s very chivalrous of you, i’m sure you had someone inside waiting for you?” she asked, tucking blonde locks behind her hair, the princess was all about her manners, in dorne people were kind and she did not have to be mistrusting. @garymendez
In light of the recent disaster that had been over taking the entire place, something he still couldn’t wrap his head around where it came from, he found himself enjoying being there to help someone, anyone. He was still in pretty good shape and anyone he could save from the chaos, he did, this poor girl in the middle of an accident waiting to happen. He smiled at her appreciation, humbly brushing it off. “Oh it was nothing, the least I can do considering I don’t have any of those big baddie skills nor am I a doctor but let’s just say I know a bad situation when I see one.” He encouraged her with an assured smile which quickly changed when she asked about having someone inside waiting for her. He wished he could say that was true, normally it would be but he still has yet to see anyone he knows in this big city, “Ah yeah well I normally would had I not become a temporary situation,” he could have easily chosen another term for it but that one felt the least insensitive. The tone in his voice made it obvious there was definitely some bitter blood there with his last relationship. What happened between him and Maggie was a whole can of worms just waiting to happen. “Long story, no one has that kind of time.” He assured her, “I am just glad you’re okay.”
“what the fuck?” richie just stood there, a little in shock, as the party had definitely changed in such a short amount of time. screaming, people laying on the ground whether they were injured or dead, he didn’t know. things were happening so fast and it was tough to get his head around it. appearantly he had been in the line of fire when he felt something hit him on the head. it made him think back of the rock war he had with his friends against the bowers’ gang when they were kids. touching his forehead, he could feel a slight sting and when he brushed his fingers over it, there was blood on his fingertips. “this is not happening.” shaking his head, he closed his eyes for a second, hoping that all of this was gone when he opened them once more. that didn’t happen. grabbing the arm of the first person that passed, he looked them dead in the eye. “what the fuck is happening?!”
There were a lot of things Gary could handle but when it came to chaos like this? No sooner had he gotten there when he felt like the entire party erupted into chaos and he was sure it was going to be a boring night. He mainly found himself assisting where he could, if he could but he was no expert in first aid nor did he know anyone that was. However, he still learned to not overly panic as he started pacing around the floor, trying to figure out what to do. He was rambling off different worst case scenarios outloud when he felt someone grab his arm, “Hey, watch--?” He protested until he noticed it was someone in a complete panic which caused Gary to go into caring mode, he took a deep breath, “Okay, guy, how about we just . . .” he used his hands to motion him to calm down especially since he didn’t even know what was happening either and when he finally got over the initial shock of someone touching him in the midst of this chaos, he caught his expression, squinting at his forehead, “Dude, you’re bleeding.” He observed, dragging him to the closest safe place which just happened to be a nearby table, ripping off a piece of his shirt, he used it to dab at the wound. “What happened? You’re not going anywhere, buddy, until we get that checked out,” he informed him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and guiding him through the chaos to the best of his ability, “Hello, excuse me. We need a doctor!” He yelled through the crowd, placing one hand on his chest, “Stay conscious with me okay? My name is Gary by the way.”
“ you want them ? better start licking them up before they carried away , loser. “ his tone sliced through the air between them , crimson hues narrow with his patience had been plucked at , the thread was already very very thin.” i don’t owe you a damn thing. “ he knew he promised to be on his best behavior , but this would be his most challenging run-in yet.
Gary laughed obnoxiously at the other’s remark. He really didn’t expect anything less from someone that blew up someone’s cookie masterpiece and then was rude about it. “How 1996 of you. That train rolled out of the station years ago and hasn’t been back.” He stated unamused as he offered the other an irritated look. No one called him a loser and got away with it but that was besides the point, “oh you’re going to play tough guy, okay let’s play tough guy. Um firstly, take a joke, and second that only works if you’re actually, you know intimidating, I have a grandmother scarier than you, kid.” He chuckled before reaching down to pick a piece of cookie up off the floor and popping it into his mouth before spitting it back out, “Uh man, no wonder you blew this shit up, that’s terrible. Maybe try a less explosive approach next time, Einstein.”
how whack was this party going to be without her friends anyway? she turned on her heels abruptly because enough was enough, she had only just arrived at the party but clearly, it no longer held her interested as she fled for the exit. on her way out she swiped an unopened bottle of champagne from the bar because so what? it was all free anyway, right? that might have only applied for the party but no one was going to miss one bottle. “what?” lifting her eyebrow to the person she caught watching her. “gonna’ tell?” not that she cared if they did or didn’t, attempting to move past them to get to the exit. “or i don’t know… you could join me?”
He had to hand it to her, despite all of the chaos going on around them, she had decided to hit up the booze and he could tell by her reaction, she was guilty of not being old enough and like hell he’d be the one raining on someone’s parade. As a staff member at a university, it was his job to keep others in line but not his student, not his problem, it was someone else’s and what was the harm in a little bit of booze anyway? He looked around at the once low key party at others screaming, hurting and attacking each other, he put his arm in front of her to prevent her from heading towards the exit. “Whoa hold up there, short stuff, not so fast.” He scolded, crossing his arms across his chest. “Point for being clever enough to steal the booze but look around you, this whole place is in chaos, not letting you out of my sights to sights to potentially face more of this, no way it’s dangerous out there. You’re coming with me, come on.” He demanded nodding for her to follow him towards the best open place with less deadly people.
WALKING TO THE BEAT OF A SONG, Crowley watched as a building collapsed to ashes. Now. THIS was a familiar scene. If Satan popped out of the ground surrounded by the Four Horsemen ready to face off, he would feel as though he were home. Screams filled the already loud environment around him, people ran in various directions. Some tripped, others fell and were picked up by whoever was around them. He was torn between wondering if this was simply how France decidedly celebrated the holidays or if the APOCALYPSE WAS NIGH. Finally.
“Well, we have gotten ourselves into a bit of a PREDICAMENT,” He looked to someone else, not sure if they were going to attack him as he’d watched others do in that last set of seconds. Brutally. “You haven’t seen a boy and a dog have you? Maybe a fancy lad with white hair? ‘Cause, I have a theory. This might be the end of the world, mate.”
Gary is a pretty strong guy, not only by his own belief but because he held it together for his friends, he overcame the odds when the odds were against him but this situation was a little bit too much for him. The instant everything started to go down at that strange party, Gary fled like a sissy but he isn’t a sissy but what good was he going to be to those in need? He was nothing but a basketball coach in charge of lifting spirits and making sure his team doesn’t give up, not healing injuries beyond what a first aid can’t fix. Regardless, he still knelt down to help someone whom had tripped over the debris scattered across the ground from the falling building, looking up at the man irritated. He had a love/hate with the idea of the end of the world, he wasn’t very religious so he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Yeah. Predicament is putting it lightly.” He stated sarcastically .”Congratulations on your theory but can we focus on something a little bit more important right now? Like do you have something I can use for a tourniquet by chance? Or would your fancy white haired dude?”
watching couples dance slowly as the band played much more romantic songs made mina s i g h from where she was sat, chin in her hands and gaze set firmly towards them. some of them were totally infatuated with one another, others only content with spending a night but, it was still magical to a romantic like herself. ”don’t they all look so sweet?” the girl mused to whoever was sat with her. ”i wish someone would come and sweep me off my feet like that sometimes,”
Gary found himself sitting not too far down from where the voice was coming from. He still couldn’t figure out why he was there, there was nothing for him and definitely not anyone he knew maybe it was his last ditch effort at meeting up with someone he knew. Regardless, he hadn’t been paying too much attention to the couples, having just lost his relationship he held so dear to him, it was easy to fall back into his ‘love is a crock illusion mindset’ which was so much easier than catching feelings just to find out the person you wanted to give everything to wasn’t in it. He crossed his arms across his chest as he slumped in his seat, rolling his eyes, “Bah humbug,” he muttered, “trust me no you don’t. Someone can come sweep you off of your feet, make you break every single fucking rule you’ve ever had, get you all vulnerable and in love and then drop you when she decides someone else is more important than you in the role in her life.” So maybe he was being a little bit overdramatic but he earned the right, all the shit he’d been through with her, he shook his head in frustration, “not trying to shove my shit on a perfect stranger but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be sometimes. I bet some of those doe eyed freaks have a lot of problems behind the scenes. They’re probably trying to convince each other more than everyone else.”
Gary made a face at the young girl that seemed mortified she wasn’t dressed for the occasion. He looked her over, trying to find the right words for her, “To be fair, that IS what people wear on Christmas despite the fact I’d never get caught dead in something like that but whomever that woman in whatever shop you went to, should be fired. Looks like you missed the memo about the THEME for the Christmas party there, blondie.” He informed her gently holding up the flyer about the 1920s’s theme. “What would you do without me?” he joked smugly.
the spontaneous volume ignited an a minor explosion that victimized a plate of cookies nearby. his glare shifted to the bystander who was within the vicinity of the incident. “ … what ?” bakugo’s defensive tone came out more aggressive than it probably should have. the content that he just took in ignited his temper , which isn’t hard to do. especially if your name is kirishima.
Gary let out a frustrated sigh as he watched the plate of cookies be completely were blown to shreds, he crossed his arms over his chest, “Aww bro, come on! That was a perfectly good plate of cookies. Cookies someone’s mom or wife or girlfriend probably spent a lot of time on.” His thoughts instantly shifting to Regina and Delilah both make a mean batch of Christmas cookies, one of his favorite holiday traditions, dammit he really missed his friends. “Don’t give me that what you owe me a plate of cookies, pal, whomever blew it, scoops it.” He pointed to the floor, “better get scooping.”
— perhaps a resurrected man would be wise not to question his second chance at life, or the CITY that had extended it to him. but the man of bear island had not been known for his wisdom, even though he was BRIGHT. instead, he was renowned for his valor and LOYALTY. and for the suspicious mind that had him sticking out like a sore thumb as his analyzed his current grounds. the older male was at a PARTY, and as this was the case, he should have been focused on nothing but fun and pleasantries. but given that his beloved was here, too, ensuring her safety seemed far more paramount of a concern. “what do you believe to be our town’s motive behind throwing such extensive festivities?” the knight likely sounded like a MADMAN. it was the holidays. what ulterior motive may prove necessary? “i see few officials present to regulate them.” there should have been more enforcers at such a wide-scale event, SER JORAH found himself worrying.
Gary wasn’t much of a social kind of guy, especially being stuck in a city in a foreign country. Something he found ironic considering he had just been talking to Maggie about moving to London with her if she got her internship but apparently he took a few steps too far and landed in France an odd coincidence considering England wasn’t even necessary anymore. He’d learned a lot over the last year about being grateful for the life and time you have with the ones you love the most but there was something about Christmas this year he wasn’t feeling too spirited especially since he was away from his friends, the ones he considers family, it would have been his first Christmas completely alone. Extensive festivities? Did anyone even talk like this anymore? He eyed the man suspiciously before speaking, “Extensive festivities,” he mocked, “who are you trying to impress, dude? No one talks like that anymore.” He added with a shake of his head. “This is just a GUESS but maybe because it’s Christmas?” he suggested sarcastically with a shrug of his shoulders, “but I was only born in this century so what do I know?” He asked, the sarcastic tone still evident. He wasn’t trying to be rude but this guy was borderline not speaking English to him right now. “If officials were always meant to be at Christmas festivities,” emphasizing the festivities, “we’d all be in trouble,” he laughed, “I mean please tell me they have better things to do with their time.”
( james roday. cismale. a million little things ) It looks like GARY MENDEZ has been transported to France as a BASKETBALL COACH at UNIVERSITY ÂMES. HE is a THIRTY SIX year old CANON and the aesthetics associated with HIM are BOSTON BRUINS HAT, A PAINTING OF JON’S VIEW BY BARBARA MORGAN, and A BLACK MASTIFF.
First and foremost Gary is literally a HUGE teddy bear. He may seem big and scary on the outside but trust me he is sweet and cuddly on the inside
He has a very tight knit group of friends whom he considers family. His best friend, Jon, committed suicide about a year ago and it directly affected all of their friends but he took it the hardest
He is a breast cancer survivor. His best friend helped him survive it, helped him not give up hence why he struggled so much with his friend’s decision.
He acts as the rock for his friends. He always knows the right things to say and is there for anyone whenever they need him. He is the voice of reason in just about every given situation.
He is estranged from his mother. She abandoned him and his father when he was a kid so it was just Gary and his dad the majority of his life.
He is a commit o phobe probably associated with his parent’s divorce when he was young but his last “relationship” was a fight over the girl wanting to leave a cellphone charger at his apartment he found it too domestic-y
That is until he met his girlfriend, Maggie, at a breast cancer support group. They started off trying to keep it casual until they fell for each other and she caused him to break all of his anti commitment rules (MY OTP FOREVER, Y’ALL :’(]
He was a rock for Maggie convincing her to finally go through with chemo and helped her survive her breast cancer which is currently in remission
He has a black mastiff named Colin that I am going to say he has with him at his apartment in France
I’ve pulled him directly from the mid season finale in s2 where he’s just found out his dog actually belongs to someone that has been looking for him the last several months he’s had him, helping his friend’s kids deal with the aftermath of some serious baby daddy drama, walking away from his relationship with Maggie because he no longer feels she wants them the way she used to :’( he’s very heart broken and sad but trying to keep it together because that is the kind of guy he is, strong for everyone else and doesn’t take anyone’s shit.
Most of you haven’t watched this show or even heard of it but IT’S SO GOOD! EVERYONE NEEDS TO WATCH IT I RECOMMEND IT HIGHLY!
I’d love anyone forever if they bring me pretty much anyone else from this amazing show like Eddie, Rome, Delilah, Jon, Maggie, etc etc
I’d also love connections via his job like if anyone wants to have their char play on his basketball team at the college HIT ME UP or I will hit you up if you like this and tell me you’re interested either way or anyone that works at the college for that matter I’d love connections with, students, staff and faculty alike bring me all of the connections because he is a lonely guy!
“I have been learning,” Groot began, pausing as he tried to find the correct word. “To carve?” He held out his hands, both of which had a few small wooden figurines on them. The craftsmanship wasn’t the best, but the basic shapes of what he had tried to make were noticeable enough. “Do you like them? Will Mom?”
Rocket sniffed at the figurines in his hand before picking them up and examining them in his hands, “you DO know what these are made out of, right? Wood and you know where wood comes from? Trees! You carved up yourself,” he chuckled a little bit too obnoxiously keeling over in laughter before pulling himself together. Groot seemed so excited about them and the last thing he would want to do is let him down. He sighed before placing it back in his hand, “All those times I told you to get a hobby I didn’t mean kill your brothers and sisters,” the sarcasm still evident in his voice before gently patting at his shoulder, “they’re not bad, kid but I wouldn’t quit your day job,“ he teased, his face scrunching up in confusion at his next question, “Who the hell is Mom?” He asked curiously, quirking his eyebrow but the only person that came to mind was Gamora, “Unless . . You think Green is your mom? Let me guess Quill is your dad?” he started to laugh obnoxiously again, “that guy can't even be responsible for himself and you view him as a dad? you’d be better off trusting those wooden twigs. Quill as a dad!” He couldn’t seem to stop laughing at the thought. Sure he’d agree they’re all family but not quite in that structure.
“i believe the expression is ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ actually.” she replied with a small smirk.
Rocket made a face at the apparent REAL expression Gamora was going on about. He didn’t care what or who was stronger, “What kind of pussy ass expression is that?” He shook his head, “Nah what doesn’t kill me better run is much more effective when you’re talking about killing me. If I used an expression like yours, I’d kill myself first.”
morgan had always liked rocket. as a child who wouldn’t like a talking raccoon who made funny comments? he’d always had an adventure for them, which usually involved trying to steal something they shouldn’t. and as she’d grown up, she always enjoyed bantering with him. she smiled at him before rolling her eyes. “what like getting me in trouble is an art form too?” she with a knowing expression. “i don’t know. there’s some pretty sarcastic people around,” she teased. “you know it’s kind of weird actually like….looking up to you now.”
He smirked as he looked over at her, crossing his arms across his chest. As Tony Snark’s daughter, you’d think trouble would find her but she looked so innocent he was pretty sure she got away with everything, “With a face like that? It sure is. Look at you, you look like a damn angel I feel I am going to get in trouble just being around you,” he teased flipping playfully at her hair. It was something he never got to do before and he had to admit, it was addicting. “Yeah you’re one of the only few that still does just as you should, kid, you need to look up to your elders and it’s not every day I get to do this.” He laughed obnoxiously, twirling the hair around his fingers, giving it a playful tug with a smug smirk, “Jesus, it’s like you have a whole head full of tail.”
@thexunicornxprincess (just in case because I remembered this time!)
Rocket frowned at the way she laughed at the idea of flirting with him, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest, “and what is so funny about that, huh? For your information you ain’t my first choice of flirts either, Blondie.” He’d seen what the girl can do and challenging her to a fight wasn’t something he’d want to make a habit of, “but I just figured with that wink thing you got going on could lead someone to want to fix that for you in the form of a fist to the face. Doesn’t necessarily need to be me although that’d be preferred.” He smirked.
Washington DC, this was a strange place. Yondu wasnt used to it, or his more fleshy appearance. He tilted his head to the side, scanning for any sign of familiar faces or people. He stretched for a moment, humming to himself. It was good to be back amongst the living. “Where the hell is that boy of mine?” Yondu muttered to himself.
When he heard the humming, he instantly thought of Quill. Him and his blasted music that actually had managed to get them out of some difficult situations. He stopped to observe where it was coming from, the man seemed very familiar, he couldn’t help but smile which was ironic considering he once was someone he would rather not keep the company of. “Is that you, you blue idiot?” He questioned curiously, the name more of a teasing nature than a serious one it was his own code for how much he’d missed him, like with Groot, he felt a very large hole in his already empty heart when he’d died especially under the circumstances and not have been able to save him.
