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[size=9pt]So I'm not a new roleplayer, I've done it for years but was on hiatus for about a year. I'm semi advanced to advanced and looking to get back into things. I thought I'd start off with just a one on one romance rp. I'll do my best to do a couple paragraphs at least, but please be patient. The faceclaim is Steven Kelly. Anyone who's interested just go ahead and reply and we can plot and figure things out.[/size]
Hello! I only do gxb. Is that okay?
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Any fc is fine! Is there an age you'd prefer? Like high school, college, just out of college?
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No, unfortunately. I have high muse but I don't have ideas, ya know? I think they should be just out of college, able to live on their own. They should live somewhere where there's a lot to do, like by the beach in California or somethin
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I think apartment complex would be good. It's more realistic and they'd have more interactions, accidental or not.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
nick bateman | twenty-five
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Is this face claim okay? I tried to find something that would sorta fit the persona but I can definitely find something else. Whatever you prefer.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Quick question. Does he live alone on the farm, or does he have family? And yes I was thinking that was the faceclaim for a second
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, worn down from years of use. The entire farmhouse was old, though it had been refurbished about a decade ago. It was his childhood home. The little swing hanging from the great oak, the tractor that his father always let him drive around. It was lonely though. He had gone to college and graduated with a bachelor's degree in agriculture. He knew what he was doing and didn't need lots of helping hands. But after his father passed away, his mother had moved to the cities. The farm life had never been meant for her though she stayed for Gavin's father.
The house was quiet, with the faint sounds of Josey, the silver lab, playing with her toys downstairs. It was unusual for her to not sleep with him and he wondered if, during the night, she had heard something. That wasn't odd though. Across the field there was a thick forest, filled with lush vegetation. Through that there was a lake that Gavin often spent his hottest days at. Animals would sometimes venture into his fields and spook the farm animals, and Josey would bark for minutes.
He stretched, slowly pulling the covers off of him and let out a big yawn. His brown eyes took a minute to adjust to the brightness of the room, as he stood before his dresser. With a creak the ebony wood drawer pulled open, revealing t-shirts and flannels, a few of the only things that Gavin wore. Settling on the flannel, he pulled it on and buttoned it up then replaced his shorts with a pair of his dark blue jeans. The clothes were tight fitting on his tall, muscular, broad shouldered frame. Once he was finished getting dressed, Gavin slowly thumped down the stairs, and was greeted immediately by an excited Josey.
In about 15 minutes he had made coffee, with creamer and lots of sugar added, as well as the latest novel that Gavin had been reading. Most mornings started with coffee and a few chapters of a good book, then hard work in the fields with two of his farm hands Hunter and Caleb. The two were still at home and weren't to be expected for another hour. With Josey at his side, Gavin stepped out the door and walked to the loft, his favorite spot to read. The silver lab ran ahead, sniffing the ground and every single pebble on the dirt road. Once he reached the arm, Gavin walked across the hay filled concrete floor and settled in the ebony wood rocking chair. Josey's crazed barking alerted him from his relaxed and quiet state as she barked at a stack of hay. Hauling himself out of the chair, the farmer followed the dog, petting her head as he saw why the dog was alarmed. A young girl, possibly early twenties, was passed out behind the stack. Hay was scattered in her hair, and her moist clothes stuck to her body. There was no point in stirring her awake, because soon enough the lab's unending barks would do so.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
With arms crossed, Gavin waited for the girl to wake up. The incessant barking would not stop and it was only a matter of time before those tired eyes blinked open. She looked exhausted, even with her eyes closed. The way her damp clothes hugged her figure, the bits of hay in her hair from resting on it. It was a mess, and he almost felt bad. Why was this girl out in the rain? And why did she run into his barn? Two important questions he knew could wait til she got cleaned up and something to eat.
As soon as the girl sat up, looking absolutely terrified, the male took a step back with his hands up. "What're you doin' in my barn?" He asked, his thick country accent laced with concern. The dog immediately approached the girl, sniffing her, then deemed her safe as the dog licked her face. While Josey was a kind dog, it was an act that he rarely saw. The girl didn't look dangerous. She didn't look like trouble. But when a girl winds up in his barn, completely passed out behind bales of hay, it really makes you wonder.
Without waiting for her response, he began to walk out the loft. "There's coffee in the kitchen and a shower upstairs. While you get cleaned up, I'll make breakfast." Gavin had no idea why he was being so friendly and welcoming. Sure he was a good-mannered guy with his southern charm but maybe it was because he felt bad. What was this girl's story? He had never seen her around, and he knew everybody around here.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin didn't turn around as he walked out of the loft, whistling for the dog to follow. The dog soon caught up but when he didn't hear the girl, he called out, "You comin?" and continued walking. The sun was hot on his skin, almost making his already tanned skin glow in the light. Working in the fields all day could really do that.
Eventually, when he hadn't heard the girl follow, he started walking back to the loft. Did she need a hand to hold? Someone to coddle her? Despite his prejudice, she seemed in need of help. She also seemed as though she were wary of asking for it. "Listen," he started, trailing off as he tried to read her gaze. To no avail, he went on, "I've got food in the kitchen, a hot shower, and some dry clothes for you. What do ya say? Oh by the way, I'm Gavin. I own this land. That's my dog Josey. She seems to like you." He flashed her a genuine smile and held out his hand, rough and calloused from all the hard work he's done, to help her up.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Her wariness was to be expected, Gavin knew that much. Although from his perspective, he might be the one who should be more wary. After all, a strange girl wound up in his barn. Her hand gripped tighter around his when she stumbled, and he tightened his around hers as well. The grip loosened immediately when he realized just how strong he was, hanging onto her delicate hands.
His eyes softened as he took her in, wandering back to her hands that had mud dried onto them. Where was this girl coming from? Where was she going? Was it appropriate for him to ask? The dialogue ran through his mind and before he came up with an answer to that last question, the words were already spilling off his tongue. "How'd you end up in my barn?" He asked, curious but not upset. He began walking back to the house.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
As soon as the words came out, he knew she meant what she said though he couldn't help but feel there was something she wasn't telling him. Not like it mattered that much, considering they were just informally introduced. Gavin didn't expect her to spill her life story, not to a stranger.
Questions he wanted to ask drifted through his thoughts and he wanted to ask, but it felt wrong to overwhelm her. So he stuck with an easy one. "What's your name?" He asked, turning his brown eyed gaze to hers. A cool breeze ruffled his hair and felt good on his skin with the hot sun. Josey was at the end of the gravel road, waiting for them to catch up.
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Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin nodded and gave her a smile. "Jenny." He repeated. "That's a beautiful name, Ms. Mast. Or is it Mrs?" He asked casually. He doubted she was married, noticing how young she was but it wouldn't be unusual if she were. Eventually the house loomed before them, flowers and a vegetable garden in the front of the house. The cobblestone pathway was a bit worn down as he went up the steps and held the door open for Jenny.
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin's brown gaze followed hers to his house, smiling so big that it reached his eyes when the house was complimented. It was an older home, but he had helped refurbish and paint with his dad. "Thank you." He crooned. Any compliment to his home or lifestyle was always a lot more meaningful then a generic compliment of himself. Nonetheless he didn't mind either way.
He pretended not to notice the wariness in her step. It didn't bother him. He knew the circumstances. A lost girl finding his barn and sleeping, then a young farmer finding her. They were strangers, and though he was very welcoming to her in his home, the doubts she had were to be expected. Gavin didn't think too much about it as he strolled into the kitchen. Angling his head to look at Jenny, he pointed up to the stairs. "Upstairs if you go into my bedroom, take a left and another left for the bathroom. There are towels in there and you can take a hot shower. Feel free to grab anything to wear from the dresser." Embarrassment flooded over him, though he tried his best to keep a neutral look. He was already telling her to go to his bedroom, even though the intentions were innocent.
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin hesitated briefly, wondering if he did have anything in his dresser. Maybe loose change. Nothing he was worried about her finding. "Yeah, anything you're comfortable with. It'll be a bit big but..." He trailed off, aware that she'd know what he meant. He directed his gaze back to the kitchen, then back at her. "What are you in the mood for?"
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to remember if his room was clean. It usually was, but he didn't want to make a bad impression. It was considered 'wrong' to have a messy home around here. He shook off the thought, remembering it was in fact clean. His tan, hard muscled arms went for the pan in the lower cupboard, then turned on the stove. Inside the fridge he retrieved eggs and began to make them. Coffee was already made from before, but he poured some into a mug and put it in the microwave. While the eggs sizzled on the pan, he quickly got together a plate and a set of silverware to set the table. The young farmer filled a glass of water as well and folded his arms, wondering if he was missing something. He had no idea why he was so anxious about making a good impression.
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin couldn't help but roar a laugh as she came down the stairs in his enormous clothes. He was 6'3, so it was funny to see them on her. "Eggs are ready. Whatever the lady wants." He joked, already feeling comfortable around her. He guessed that's what happens when a stranger wears your clothes. As any gentleman would, he pulled her seat out for her. Immediately he remembered the coffee in the microwave and he quickly walked over and retrieved it along with sugar and creamer.
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
Gavin took the seat across from her and sipped from his ice water, having had snacked on something. "It's no problem. I'm happy to help." Maybe it was because the way her cheeks reddened or maybe it was her smile, but he couldn't help but notice how beautiful this girl was. Even before, with the dried mud and hay in her hair, she was still cute. As soon as the thought came, Gavin dismissed it. He couldn't be trying to hit on this girl who already seemed to feel comfortable in his home. It would be wrong.
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
He watched her eat briefly before averting his gaze to the dog that was nowhere to be found. Probably outside running around. Hearing her question, he thought about it for a second and then realized. "There are shops in town for clothes. Shops you could also get a job in. But even though it's a small area, they'll still want a resume and a lot of info. I get the feeling you can't provide that." He dared to assume. "You could help around here." He offered, his voice nonchalant as he tried to pretend that the thought of spending more time with her was not as exciting as it really was. "Working hard is a great payment in itself." He remarked. "I'll still pay you real money." Gavin added with a hearty laugh.
Gavin Hayes Weston
twenty-five
His eyes briefly followed to where she bit her lip but soon found her dark gaze once more. "Really?" He asked, forcing surprise in his tone. It wasn't a shock. Even with the muddy clothes and skin, it was still obvious that this girl had things handed to her. Gavin wondered why he was so willing to do that to her. He forced the thought away, reminding himself it was just to be nice and provide hospitality. The job he offered her could teach her some of those skills, working for herself, having to earn all the things handed to her.
To further the agreement, he extended his hand for her to shake and grasped her delicate hand in his. It felt small in his large hand that was used to hauling bales of hay and steering tractors. "I'm sure you're tired," he drawled. "We can start tomorrow. I can go ahead and wash your clothes and then we can go out and get you some new ones." He offered genuinely. We? He thought to himself. Would she mind? He realized that he might be the one paying for it, though she could easily make it up with tomorrow's work.
