a certain romance

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“ oh come on. jazz is totally still relevant, ” he said, throwing his arms in the air. “ we’re in new orleans for gods sake, you’d think some people would respect the music. ” he was of course talking about all of the tourists that simply came to his shows just for the experience and not for the music. “ it’s just insulting to know that you’re just another tourist attraction.”

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elliott-james-anderson‌:

With a twitch of his leg, the unconscious boy mumbled something incoherent. It wasn’t until someone tapped his leg that his words became more clear. Letting out a loud rumbling snore, Eli shifted. “Five more minutes, ma”

“ c’mon man you just cant sleep in the quarter like this. you’ll get robbed, ” apollo commented as he wandered around the french quarter. he loved it here. everything seemed so open and welcoming. but he knew it was dangerous sometimes. especially for a man sleeping on the sidewalk.

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poisxonivy‌:

Still wearing her circus garb, Ivy realized she made the wrong decision to come to work on foot tonight of all nights. It was a busy day for the tent and she had been on her feet for at least thirteen hours, minus the thirty minutes she had for her meal time. She also left her change of clothes at home which is why she was now wandering Bourbon Street with fishnets, an uncomfortable corset and leather shorts. It wasn’t out of the ordinary in this town though and at least she took out her fully white contacts before she started walking home. Through sore legs and pained footsteps, she was just glad to be off and trying to enjoy the breeze until she walked a bit too close to the side of a fence and the ribbons wrapped along the side of her corset caught on to a metal loop. “No…” She whined quietly under her breath, arms trying to reach around to unhook it but her t-rex arms weren’t long enough. Ivy stood there for a couple seconds, looking around for anyone who seemed like they would be willing to help her out. “Help. Please.” She muttered in an unenthusiastic tone before a low chuckle escaped her crimson stained lips, locking eyes with someone who was close enough to hear her.

he wandered bourbon street to no avail, because without his music he was useless on the party street. he felt like he was useless on an daily basis anyway, instrument or no instrament. band or no band. he was just ordinary apollo. he had a handful of friends and that was about it. he had a handful of hobbies and that was all. he was simple. a simple man in a not so simple town.

he was wandering the streets when he heard her voice. it sounded like ivy, but he wasn’t sure. so rounding the corner he spotted her, corset caught in the fence. he couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at his friend. “ do you need help ? ” he asked a very obvious question as she stood stuck in the fencing.  

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I BEG FOR ATTENTION IN SMALL DOSES

{ charlie heaton | he/him | cismale | 25 } | hey y'all look, it’s ( apollo knight ) strollin’ down bourbon street. last time i checked they worked as an/a ( co-owner of the lava java ). how long have they been here? i don’t know, perhaps ( 25 years ). they’ve been known to be a little ( caring ) and a little ( hot-headed ), but that’s okay because everyone is welcome here in the big easy. { moony | 20 | cst | she/her }

LEAVE THE SCENE SMELLING OF DEAD ROSES  

hey guys, it’s moony ½ of the admin team coming to you with ½ of my precious family. here’s apollo knight my little emo boy. so get ready bois. here he comes.  

cajun-french babe, is what you could use to describe this man.

he was born in the heart of the french quarter, taught all how to party at such a young age.

knows how to play three instruments, trumpet, drums, and guitar. he was in band for about three years, quitting his senior year because of all of the stress.

his parents died when he was 14 and that really sucked so now he lives with his nana. 

whenever his parents passed he inherited the family coffee shop, the lava java.

his parents passed away in a freak car accident, result of a drunk driver.

doesn’t get close to people because he just assumes that whoever he gets close to will just die anyway.

its a pretty morbid way of thinking, but such a great loss at age 14 will do that to you.

 on a much brighter side, he loves his job and is super duper nice to everyone he meets.

he’s in a jazz band where he plays lead trumpet.

please love him.