“who the fuck do you think you are, kid?” eddy said, his voice raising slightly. he hadn’t been expecting such hostility for just asking for a seat, but here he was, arguing with someone he didn’t even know. “this is a fucking public place, other people are allowed to be here. suck it up and get over it.”
saint stared at the older man with a blank face before he let out a laugh, "dude, you're actually mad?" saint leaned across the table, his eyes narrowing at eddy, "i don't give a fuck about your speech, grandpa. just stop fucking talking to me.." saint leaned back with a huff and folded his arms across his chest, once his wave of intense anger passed over. he leaned over his notebook, going back to writing words onto the paper. he broke his attention away to look around the cafe and then back at eddy, "take a picture, it'll last longer than staring at me like a creep.." and cue another eye roll, saint didn't mind the man taking a seat since the cafe was more packed than usual, but he didn't expect him to sit down and conversate like they knew each other. saint wanted there to be that silence between the two, like real strangers that didn't know each other, but had to be in the same vicinity.
“First of all sir, you came up to me. Second, give me one reason why I shouldn’t throw this drink in your face.” Maia said holding her drink steady and looking him in his face.
"I came over here to you, because there's nowhere else to sit..After all, it is a club, and it's the weekend so it was bound to be packed." Saint sarcastically pointed out the obvious to the other. He scoffed with an eye roll, "You're not going to do that." He simply stated, he took the glass from her, about to drink from it. He stopped himself, sniffing the scent of the most likely alcoholic mixture, "What is this shit?" He asked while making a face, sitting the drink down and sliding it back towards her, "Nevermind, you can have that back..." Still maintaining a face of disgust, he eyeballed the young woman and then the drink. He gazed back over to the dance floor that had bright colors dancing around on it's surface, shaking his head in disbelief that he was in this situation in the first place.
“well, excuse the fuck outta me. I didn’t know I was actually supposed to give a shit, about whatever the hell you’re talking about.” saint rolled his eyes, “i didn’t even ask you to come over here and start a conversation, i wasn't going to engage in, in the first place.” saint raised his hands in surrender, “so don’t be mad at me because you’re offended and pissed off now. i made it clear that i didn’t want anyone sitting next to me.” he grumbled.
It had been a long shift. Night shifts were always the hardest to slog through, and heading home to her bed while the rest of the town was just starting their day wasn’t thrilling prospect. Still, Diana wouldn’t change her career for anything. Her stomach rumbled; she was starving, and not sure she had anything edible left in the fridge. First on the agenda was treating herself to something to eat before turning in for the remainder of the day. Unfortunately, it seemed like half the town had decided to treat themselves to breakfast. The diner was fit to burst, without a spare table in sight. Diana glanced around, desperately looking for somewhere to sit, before her eyes eventually fell on another figure, sitting alone. Without another option, she approached, tentative smile on her face. “Hey, do you mind if I join you? I’ll treat you to a coffee if you let me. Can’t say fairer than that.”
Saint had left his house after waking up to deal with some bs from his father, of course he was up Saint’s ass again. Saint had decided to stay a little while at a diner he had heard of, but over time it became crowded. Saint pushed a small plate away that had some scrambled hash browns on it, he was scrolling on his phone while contemplating if he was going to stay a little longer in the overly crowded diner. Hearing a voice, he glanced up with his eyebrows furrowed, someone that he may have to entertain and keep a conversation with? No, thank you. Saint didn’t bother trying to be subtle about his hostility, so he glanced up at her, “Yeah, don’t worry about the coffee, I was just leaving anyways...” He watched the others’ face, a brow quirking upwards.
ayoo, it’s breezy here, i live in the cst, i’m eighteen (nineteen as of tomorrow – the 6th). this is my boy saint carmichael, he’s twenty and a child care worker, like kid’s are his passion and he just has this click with them.
Saint Carmichael, a boy that wanted to do his best to please everyone — specifically his father — and had a heart of gold. It started in middle school, his father wanted him to pick up wrestling. Being the obedient son that he was, he did it, even if that wasn’t his passion. His father allowed him to join choir, no matter how much he was against it. Over the next two years he would forbid Saint from ever doing something musically wise. Naive 15-year-old Saint didn’t protest, but simply nod his head and cry into his pillow that night. Saint hoped that highschool would help him become more independent, better himself, and hopefully help him stand for himself when it came to his dreams with his Dad. Oh, it helped with that problem, but added on many more. He didn’t stop wrestling until sophmore year, somewhat forced to stop because of an injury. He then used the opportunity to finally put his foot down about his musical passion. He’d never think he and his father would take the turn they did in their relationship.
His father became bitter with him, simply becoming smug whenever he would see Saint come home, evidence of a fight at school on his face. After quitting wrestling, many male peers sought out to annoy Saint. Saint seemed vulnerable to them because of the injury, and he became so depressed about he and his father’s dynamics, he’d let people say whatever and a shrug with a “I don’t care” following. It’d take someone crossing the line to get Saint to punch them in the face. Many played on Saint’s easy temperament, school becoming a battleground daily.
There was a girl, Saint thought they’d be highschool sweethearts, daydreaming of a future with her. But, a year later (his junior year), what did she do? Fuck him over, making him swear off love. A few months later, there was a new kid that Saint couldn’t keep his eyes off of. Saint knew he’d be a different one after giving the boy a school tour. “I heard you fought a lot, have a pretty bad. reputation..” “Trust me it’s not like i want to…I’m pretty convinced the universe hates me….” Saint could already guess the boy was going to make up his mind to avoid him, but he was surprised when he heard, “Don’t worry, I don’t…Come on, let’s sit together at lunch.” Yeah, he was a keeper. Saint’s home life got worse though in Senior year, making him bitter and even more angry due to frustration with the situation.
Saint purposefully faded apart in the relationship because that was one thing he couldn’t stand to see ruined, “What do you mean you want to ‘take a break’ after graduating, Saint? For fucks sake, we even agreed to go to the same college and you do this?” Saint leaned against his car, a heavy sigh accompanying a hand rubbing against his face, “I know what we fucking said, but I don’t think it’ll be good for us to continue on. Like, go find someone else, someone better than me.” “It’s not that easy Saint…” “Jesus, I don’t give a fuck how it is, this just gotta end, I can’t.” And with that being said, Saint left, no explanation of the sudden action given, no sign of someone he could say had his heart afterwards or after graduation.
Saint eventually started playing emotional games with people, reeling them in with promises and poetic words that later meant nothing once they gave it up. They’d expect another date being planned but to only have their calls rejected and texts unanswered until they eventually forgot about Saint. Saint came to Acadia to get on the right path for a music career, but he can’t help but get pulled into drama.
STATS
Full Name: Saint Reign Carmichael
Age 20
Birthday: April 24th, 1999
Currently blasting: Slow Dancing in the Dark × Joji
Negatives: Deceiving, Fakes much, Plays with one’s emotions, commitment Issue, Can’t confront emotions, Reserved
Free time: Locked away, playlist playing while smoking a blunt, crying. Sleeping until five in the afternoon. (He puts himself to sleep when stressed out or wanting to avoid anything negative.)
PLOTS
While We’re Young Jhene Aiko
He was someone Saint was going to call his forever, but Saint let himself sabotage.
Habits (Hippie Sabotage Remix) Tove Lo
Saint relies on this person, but he puts them through a total hell until he breaks down to them.
Easy (Remix) DaniLeigh ft. Chris Brown
This person is looking for something more with Saint, but they don’t know Saint’s just using them as a easy fuck. Saint doesn’t give a fuck enough about them to tell the truth.
