#c:rolph

[scriptisarcanisx]

closed starter as requested by @torpidtm​

“Why are you asking me if I’m scared?” the professor probed, his face painted with what might have been a mix between confusion and curiosity. He’d learned about her abilities to see those who have since passed, yes. And as much as he believed her, he still wasn’t quite sure how it worked. “Should I-- should I be scared?” He wasn’t scared no, merely wary. The supernatural, afterall, was something that he wasn’t very versed in.

[writingsoftheirown-archive]

With the first day of class looming closer, the college professor decided he needed a little bit of fun before his freedom was taken away from him for another eight months. So Professor Henery found himself in a crowd full of twenty-somethings in a dimly lit club downtown. The music didn’t exactly fit his tastes, but he was drunk enough to enjoy it. Being on the dancefloor, moving his body to the beat, with enough drinks in his system, he didn’t have a care in the world. Just for tonight, he didn’t have any responsibilities. 

Before long, Rolph felt a little more sober than he wanted to be. He threaded his way through the dancefloor, towards the bar. That was when he saw her standing there.  He debated within himself for a second if he should approach her, after the night they had spent together days ago. Maybe he wasn’t as sober as he thought, as it didn’t take too long for him to find the courage to walk up to the blonde woman. “Hey there, stranger,” he grinned at her. “Can I buy you a drink?” he offered, running his teeth through his lower lip.

@lilacxrosesx

[callinthemuses]

tae-indie

Last night of freedom. Rolph Henery, Psychology professor, had decided to spend the last moments of the summer, having as much fun as he possibly could considering he’d be deprived of it in the next nine months. And what better place to do that than in the local bar?

[callinthemuses]

Hadley is in the cafe, sweeping the floors, getting ready to close. She hears the door open, and looks at the man who had entered. "Hello," she says, her voice quiet, yet sweet.

The night was cold and Rolph was pretty sure that if he didn’t get any sort of warmth, he would freeze to death. He entered a small cafe, hoping it wasn’t closed yet. There was a girl who was sweeping on the floors, and no one else that he could see. “Good evening,” he greeted as he took his scarf off and draped it on his arm. “I’m sorry but perchance, are you still open?”