Christopher Owen

Proud co-owner of the "Sweet Charlotte" food truck. Aged 23. Current Parkside House resident, living within apartment 5C. Feel free to message me with any questions you may have regarding the upcoming opening of Sweet Charlotte's first official stationary location, I'll answer you as soon as humanly possible.

[hoecuspocvs]

"I suppose I can try to drive this thing, mind you I drive a Mini Cooper so this is slightly out of my comfort zone. So if I crash, I will inevitably blame you. Deal?" She laughed softly and smiled, peering into the fully loaded kitchen. Cara stepped into the back of the truck, bumping into him with a shy smile before she looked back around. "You’re a chef with a slight ego problem and a set of pretty eyes. I could say I’m impressed but that doesn’t really sound like me. Let’s see if I can present you with a challenge. What I’ve truly missed from home is the food, specifically great fish and chips I used to buy at the bay. How about you whip me up some that might knock the originals out of the park?"

[withthetruck]

"Fish and chips, huh? How very, very British of you." Christopher pulled off his sweater, leaving himself only in a white t-shirt. "Don't worry about crashing, love. My co-workers parents work in the insurance business. We've got wonderful, wonderful coverage. Just don't bump into anything - I'll be using knives for this specific meal, I don't want to stab myself." He looked at her seriously, his eyes glistening with excitement. "Go ahead and take a seat. Enjoy the ride. She rides so, so smoothly." Christopher held up the keys and offered them to Cara.

[hoecuspocvs]

"High cheek bones, cheeky smile, bright blue eyes. I dare say you’re quite the looker love." Cara bit her lip as she watched him get closer to her, listening intently to what the young man had to say. "I do bake quite often, you might  see me often, after all I am always in need of some extra sugar." With a small smile dancing on her lips, Cara nodded, walking beside him as they made their way to his car. It was quite a surprise when they walked up to a light green food truck but a pleasant one. She smiled softly as she touched the side of her car, tilting her head to the side. "Well, if you’re offering, I can’t really say I’m full now can I?"

[withthetruck]

"Alright. How about this? You drive, and by the time we're back in Parkside's parking lot, I'll have whipped you up something absolutely delightful! Anything you want, anything at all." Christopher unlocked the back doors of the truck, revealing the fully stocked kitchen and register within. He had state-of-the-art ovens, a nearly full sized fridge, and a block of knives literally screwed into the wall of the truck. "Come on in," he said. "Take a look around. Pick a few ingredients for me to start with, and I'll make you your own personal creation. I'm more than just a set of pretty eyes, I'm a genius." 

[slatergatorcarson]

He closed the door behind them, seeing Christopher look around his apartment. From what Slater knew, most of the apartments looked the same assuming they all came fully furnished, just minor things set all of them apart, which was interesting. “I might just have to hire you as my new personal chef. Although I’d pay you in movie nights mostly, and the occasional paycheck.” Slater nodded his head as he walked over to his collection, picking up the Woody Allen movie before turning the television on. “I don’t think I’ve met someone who’s watched Les Diaboliques more than once, are you a movie person Christopher? Because then I might have to kidnap you and lock you in my closet.” 

[withthetruck]

"I was never really that huge of a movie person, but I met a few guys who were back in my University, and they kind of brainwashed me into loving them. I had the unfortunate problem of not being able to sit still for more than ten minutes - I grew out of that, luckily." Christopher followed Slater around the apartment, finding his surroundings completely comfortable. "You don't have to kidnap me, you know. I'll happily stick around any place that gives me movies in return for letting me cook." 

[slatergatorcarson]

He hummed in satisfaction at Christopher’s response. It was great knowing the guy was probably above average in cooking, but the fact he was both good-looking and had a good taste in films was another plus side to getting know him better. Slater traveled around the building to find his door, “Yeah, as both an album from a Canadian band in 2007 and a delicacy. Where does your level of expertise lie then?” Seeing they were there, he opened the door for them both. “I think the the good part about having a roommate is that the house usually has to be clean, by now you wouldn’t be able to see the floor if I was living alone. Anyways, welcome. Do you prefer starting with Les Diaboliques or Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Too Afraid to Ask? “ 

[withthetruck]

"Thanks," Christopher said, passing through the door that Slater held open. He glanced around his apartment, entertained by how the layout looked so similar to that of his own apartment, but that at the same time, it was decorated and lived-in so differently. "My area of expertise circles somewhere around the realm of lunch foods. I do a lot of gourmet soups and sandwiches and salads and stuff. Soup is my favorite, I love making soup. But I've been trained in all areas - including baking. I can bake a mean apple pie, let me tell you that." Christopher closed the door behind Slater, and pulled his jacket off. "You know, I've seen Les Diaboliques a few times, but I don't think I've seen Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were too Afraid to Ask in like, a long time. Let's start with that." 

[slatergatorcarson]

Slater stared at Christopher with a straight face once he’d mentioned the story behind his name, and casually shrugged his shoulders again at him. “Right,” he deadpanned before chuckling with the other. “I would assume so, but doesn’t it take like fifty minutes to prep and the rest of the time is spent cleaning and cooking? That doesn’t sound so fun.” Slater smiled back at him. “You know, you should tell your partners you guys need to get your shit together if it bothers you. You are the chef after all, you could practically keep the food hostage.”

"You’ve offered, and I’m a moocher so I’m not going to say no that. Have you cooked unicorn steak before? It’s magical and magically delicious." He smiled beginning to walk, "Hope you like French Movies and Woody Allen then, I think the apartment is that way."

[withthetruck]

"Nothing sounds better than French movies and Woody Allen. You've just described to me a wonderful movie watching experience." Christopher trailed behind him, heading into the now familiar apartment building - he was growing rather fond of it, really. "I've never heard of a unicorn steak, actually. Is that really a thing? My area of expertise lies a little outside the cooking of steaks. I know how to cook them, but it's not my usual."

[hoecuspocvs]

"That actually doesn’t surprise me seeing as I’ve only just moved in, maybe a week or so ago. I’m glad I got to bump into a neighbor, a rather attractive one at that." She smiled up at him and grabbed her belongings off the floor where she had set them, tucking a loose piece of her soft blonde hair behind her ears as she looked back at him. "Isn’t that convenient. Well, my apartment number is 2D, should you ever be at a loss for company."

[withthetruck]

"An attractive neighbor, huh? I suppose I do have quite a pretty pair of cheekbones." He inched towards her as he dug through his jacket pocket for the keys to his truck. "I'm up on the fifth floor - 5C, actually. So we're almost neighbors. But please, feel free to drop in for a bit of sugar any time." Once his hands had circled around the cool metal of his keys, Christopher began to walk past Cara. "Come with me. The car's this way." He walked tall, eager to keep the pretty woman's attention. 

As they approached the parking lot, Christopher took them straight over to his quite large, light green food truck, complete with menu neatly painted on the side. "I forgot to ask: are you hungry?" 

[hoecuspocvs]

"I’m getting a lot of praise as of late, I can’t say I hate it." She smirked softly as she dusted herself off, making sure no ash was left on her jacket. Her smile only got brighter as she looked at him, her flirtatious persona peeking out of her when as she appreciated his good looks. "Well I’m a lady, I can’t really reject a method of transportation that will get me safely home. I live at Parkside, do you know it? It’s decently close by so you’ll get your scotch soon."

[withthetruck]

"Park- no fucking way. You live at Parkside? I live at Parkside. I just moved in there a few days back. I haven't seen you around, which I think is rather unfortunate, but I think I can make up for that." Christopher rubbed his hands together, practically elated to meet another resident of his apartment building. "There's no way I can let you walk home now, especially since I know where you're heading. You don't even have to give me directions." 

[hoecuspocvs]

He was an amazing comedian. And voice actor. And gentleman.

[withthetruck]

His humility could be matched by absolutely no one. He will truly be missed, that's for sure. I just can't force myself to believe it. 

[hoecuspocvs]

"Sounds like an eventful evening but you do look quite stressed. Thank you for the unsolicited advice love but I’m afraid I don’t have friends close enough to even embark on a work type relationship but I shall learn from your mistakes. Are you alright though? If you’d like, I can offer you some scotch to take the edge off of the evening." Cara smirked softly up at him, her eyes glued to his as she watched him take a drag. She had quite the weakness for men with vices similar to her own. "Oh really? I actually tend to smoke more than I really should." She laughed softly as she dropped the bud onto the floor, extinguishing it with her boot. "I just got out of work and decided to walk home because my car is suddenly having battery troubles. I decided I’d live on the edge and walk home at night."

[withthetruck]

"A scotch?" Christopher asked, eyes widening. "Oh, bless your soul. I'll be feeding more than one of my vices tonight, it seems." As Cara finished off her cigarette, Christopher matched her. He toed the extinguished, squished mound of cigarette bits, a big, goofy smile appearing on his face. "You know, if you're offering me a scotch, the least I can do is offer you a drive. I've got the car tonight. It's not quite a usual drive, but it'll get us wherever we need to go." Christopher tilted his head, waiting to see the beautiful girl's reaction. He watched her hair falling over her shoulder, following the curls and the lines of her curves, and the sound of her voice. 

[hoecuspocvs]

Robin Williams passed away today. Don’t speak to me yet.

[withthetruck]

He really was a great man. 

[slatergatorcarson]

"Like the robin?" Slater asked him, laughing at his own stupid joke. He nodded his head as Christopher spoke to let him know he was listening. However, his eyebrows raised once he had told him he was a chef, and admittedly the idea of getting to know someone who cooked for a living was appealing to Slater. "Would you prefer being one of the other guys?" he asked again, a hand reaching forward to run through his own hair. "I would imagine. But you know what they say about working with friends, it usually ends up kicking you in the ass." 

He paused. “I wasn’t going anywhere really, maybe home to watch a movie and eat my weight in candy. I guess you can join if you want. It helps when you spend a day dealing with idiots.”

[withthetruck]

"Yeah, exactly that. Christopher like the robin. My mother was actually a huge Whinnie the Pooh fan - no joke. She was pregnant with me, and apparently I'd only stop kicking her in the bladder when she had it on for one of the kids in the house." Christopher chuckled, turning the subject back towards his profession. "I wouldn't change my job for the world. Being a chef is hard, but it never leaves me hungry, that's for sure. I'll never have to complain about that." 

"I'd absolutely love to join you for some movie watching - as for the junk food, however, I could whip you up something magical, if you'd like." 

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[demetrarosalia]

Demetra’s orbs brightened as she flashed her pearly whites, her usual quirk of her eyebrow setting in as her eyes shot to the door and then back to him. The guy before her was mysterious, but yet, completely intriguing. Demetra could sense something about him that she couldn’t place her finger on; she’d have to find out what that was at a later date. But for now she needed to focus on the present, as he said his name she offered her hand out. Her green knitted cardigan riding up to show her hand more. ”Nice to meet you Christopher” she replied ”I’m Demetra Rosalia Savva” she pushed her keys into the door with ease before the door opened to reveal their apartment. ”Do you need help moving anything in?” she offered.

[withthetruck]

Christopher took the girls hand in his own, shaking it as he usually would for someone he were meeting for business - with confidence. "It's nice to meet you, Demetra. You've got wonderfully fabulous timing. I was just about to give up for the night and go sleep on one of the couches in the lobby." He chuckled, the sound airy and delicate. "This is an awful first impression. I swear I'm not usually this forgetful...or this unkempt." He glanced down at his grease stained white t-shirt and his old jeans, noting the band-aids on his finger from the burn he had gotten at work earlier that day. "I don't have much to move in, in all honesty. I've got a few boxes down in my car, if you'd like to help me bring that up, but that's just about the extent of it." 

[slatergatorcarson]

"Or she could be invisible and secretly always watching you and your other roommate." Slater shrugged, laughing a bit at the idea. He leaned back against the building once the other did, and decided to look upwards instead. "That suck, what’s do you do?" he asked him. "I don’t think I’ve caught yours either, assuming I’ve mostly been addressing you as guy with nice cheekbones and poodle hair. But it’s Slater. Yourself?"

[withthetruck]

"Christopher," he said, glancing just momentarily at the admittedly very handsome guy. "I'm a chef," he said, "for all intents and purposes. I work with a few of my friends in a food truck, which isn't as fun or as easy as it sounds. I'm the food guy, one of my friends works the business and finance ends of things, and the other handles delivers, event planning, stuff like that. We can't seem to work together very well lately, and this is the kind of job that requires a well-oiled machine." 

"Where were you heading out to? Maybe I'll join you for awhile." 

[hoecuspocvs]

"Well I wouldn’t want to be rude now would I love?" She smirked softly and leaned against the wall of the establishment, peering up at him between her lashes. "It seems like you’re a long way from home. Oh living there was delightful. I just needed a change of scenery and by the looks of it, I’ve chosen very well indeed. So, what is a handsome boy like yourself doing out here all alone this late?"

[withthetruck]

"I've just had a meeting with a few of my friends-slash-business partners. Let me tell you this: don't ever, ever go into business with your friends. It'll strain that relationship to its breaking point. At least in my personal experience, that is. I didn't feel like going home quite yet, so I came down here." Christopher took a heavy drag from the dwindling cigarette, his entire body relaxing as he exhaled. "I don't smoke very often," he said, "barely at all. Today was just - today is the exception to every rule." Christopher, with his eyes riddled with exhaustion, stress, and worry, chuckled. "What about you? What's a lovely gal such as yourself doing wandering all alone about downtown at this time?" 

[hoecuspocvs]

"Now I’m at a loss, I haven’t the slightest idea what I should refer to you as. I’ll go with Christoph, only because It reminds me of a popular disney character and it will facilitate my learning your name." She smiled back up at the attractive boy, her brow arched as she took another drag of the addictive smoke and blew it up, accidentally blowing it in his direction. "Pardon.. You’ve certainly hit the nail on the head, I’m from Brighton, England. Job offer actually. Are you from around here yourself?"

[withthetruck]

"Ah, well, that works. If you plan on remembering me, that is." Christopher offered a charming smile, watching Cara carefully. "Brighton, huh? I've been there before - my uncle lives there, actually. It's quite a nice place. At least to visit, that is, I have no idea what it must be like living there full time. I'm from here - well, here-ish. Canada. I grew up in British Columbia, which is way on the other side of the country." 

[slatergatorcarson]

"You have more than one roommate?" He raised an eyebrow, watching the cigarette in his hands. The guy seemed fairly nice, even if he didn’t know much about him. Still, he didn’t seem like a serial killer or something of the sorts. "I hope no one finds your original set of keys then." Slater replied stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Nope. Just decided to try and get some fresh air and not die of boredom. How about you?"

[withthetruck]

"Two," he said. "Though I've never actually seen the second one in person - she could be a ghost, for all I know. Or a man. I'm actually not sure." Christopher leaned against a building, glancing past Slater and out into the traffic. "I was just heading home from work. Long as fuck day. Not fun. I never caught your name, actually."