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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 2, 2016 18:52:39 GMT
Yuppers this is where we do the thing Homie's name is Kurt Kurt Kinsella hes a bartend Yeah Hes like 25 ish ok   |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 2, 2016 20:53:15 GMT
Sawyer Elias Kirk - 17 years old - male - homosexual
[ son of Father Winston Kirk, of the Red Orchard Parish. mother passed away at a young age. he has no siblings. ]
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 2, 2016 20:54:55 GMT
MOMO HES ADORABLE<3333333
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 2, 2016 20:57:08 GMT
I am so glad you think so -snickers-
do you want to start, or shall I?
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 2, 2016 21:02:10 GMT
Hmmmmm i want you to, but mostly to give you creative leeway xD really if i started itd be like ciche or something horrible of the like - but, do you want to start is the question
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 2, 2016 21:29:16 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx "Sawyer?" the voice cut through the church, startling the kid from his concentration on the book in his hand. His bright sea blue eyes quickly sought out the person who called him, even if he already knew who it was. So very few people in this small town called him by his first name, most of them being his teachers and most importantly, his father. He spotted the dark haired man who had raised him, standing near the alter, arms across his chest. That stance usually meant trouble and Eli felt himself tense as he edged forward on the pew he was sitting in. However, the grin on his father's face confused him. "I need you to go to Molly's market and get some olive oil," he said, in that booming way of his. It was times like these that Eli wondered why his father never re-married. He was a good-looking older man with salt-and-pepper hair and deep brown eyes. Since the death of his wife, Father Kirk had never even considered it, instead he threw himself deeply into his work. This of course, resulted in a rather solitary childhood for his son. "Sure, Dad," he replied, making sure not to mumble, for he knew his father hated that. Slipping his book into his messenger bag, he placed the strap across his chest and moved to exit the church. "Bow to the Lord, son," a stern reprimand came, causing the seventeen year old to clench his jaw. Even so, he turned and bowed to the crucifix, making the sign of the cross for good measure. Eli exited the church and as soon as he was out of the watchful gaze of his father, burst into a sprint, weaving through a group of kids walking towards the park. They all called out a hello, for this was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone. Yes, Red Orchard County was one of the few Southern towns that seemed to be stuck in the past. So, off into town he went, towards the Molly's Market. He took the back way of course, so he wouldn't be stopped by many of the older citizens who wanted to coo at him. This route took him by the barber shop and down by Kurt Kinsella's bar.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 2, 2016 22:23:48 GMT
Kurt was not, in any way, known around town for his hospitality or his kind and endeering attitude. He had lived in Red Orchard County when he was young and knew pretty much everyone. Then again, he did skip town as soon as he could and came back almost a decade later looking like some hot-shot from Hollywood, so pretty much everyone hated his guts. Kurt had barely gotten the gig as a bartender and it sucked, but it payed the bills and that's what counted. He wasn't welcome at the church - of course, no one would dare say that to his face, everyone in the county was too nice for all of that - but he was open about being gay and almost no one talked to him outside of the bar, so he knew.
Currently, he was wandering the aisles of the Molly's Market, looking for something for dinner and debating on whether dinner would be in the drinkable form tonight. There wasn't much to choose from: beer, white wine, red wine, and champange. Unable to decide, he grabbed a bottle of red and a six pack of beer before heading over to check out ingredients for actual food. Granted, almost everything was on one of three aisles. He shifted his bottle of wine under his armpit and ran his fingers through his almost blindingly white and tangled hair. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 2, 2016 22:24:07 GMT
Its so teeny ;;<3
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 2, 2016 23:09:10 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Entering the market, he waved to one of his class mates who worked one of the check-out lanes. Molly herself came over and chattered him up about his father and the upcoming Autumn Festival. It was a big deal around their town but Eli would be lying if he denied he'd flirted with the thought of hiding in the old abandoned barn. The festival had a dance, so the teenage girls of this area were going crazy trying to find dates. The preacher's son wanted none of it, but of course, it would be wrong of him to miss it. His father was a person of influence after all. Ducking down an isle, he paused when he saw Lyndsey, a girl from his school. Not just any girl however, this was the Mayor's daughter and an outright snob. Eli disliked her but tolerated her presence for the good of his father's reputation. She'd been after him for weeks now and so he quickly backed away and took off down one of the more secluded isles. Or, he thought no one else was down this way. Eli found himself slamming into a taller man, stumbling back and barely being able to catch his balance. He'd never been the most coordinated of guys, so he had to grab onto a shelf to stop himself from landing on his butt. Thankfully the shelves were sturdy enough to support his light weight. "Sorry, I wasn't-" he begins, looking up at the other person and pausing. He could do nothing but stare really, at the white haired male before him. Of course he knew who this was, his father seemed to believe Kurt was an agent of the devil. That's what made him take pause, not because of his own bias. Eli was really very open-minded, unlike his father and most of the others in this town. Realizing that he'd been rude, a blush filled his cheeks and he looked quickly down at his shoes. "Um - er, sorry about that! Like I was sayin', I wasn't watchin' where I was goin'. My bad," he apologizes quickly, running his palms down his thighs as a nervous habit. Eli was normally not shy but he felt very awkward around strangers, not just Kurt, but all strangers.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 2, 2016 23:51:46 GMT
Kurt was snapped out of his own thoughts - thoughts of vegetarian spaghetti and fish, not together of course. Two separate dishes, of course. He was debating and contimplating. He opted for the spaghetti and started reaching for meat-free sauce when something collided into his side and almost sent the wine flying. Good thing he was quick and re-caught it before it could shatter on the floor and he'd have to buy it as well as another. Kurt turned, ready to chew out some idiot who obviously didn't have an eyeball in his head, when he saw a kid practically sitting on one of the shelves and he paused. He sort of knew this kid. This was the preacher's kid. Kurt remembered him from before he left, the kid was eight then, right? So he'd be eighteen now, right? He sure thought so. And the kid was cute. Kurt smirked and returned his gaze to the shelves, picking up the can of sauce, "That's alright. I just hope this wasn't some corny pick up kinda thin'." He all but grinned, "Can't help but fall for me, right?" He turned back to the kid and raised an eyebrow, "I mean, I'm flattered, really, but you just may be... Too young." He winked and also grabbed a box of spaghetti noodles. "Too... Innocent.... For my tastes." |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 3, 2016 0:57:19 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Eli watched the man look him over, still feeling embarrassed. He slid off the shelf and sent a sheepish smile to Molly and waved her off, as she had come to see what had rattled her shelves. His attention was then returned to the man before him. He tried to find what other's found so scary about Kurt, but was unable to. His white hair and pale eyes made him handsome, at least in Eli's opinion. Then he tried to block out those particular thoughts, not wanting to keep acting like an idiot. The words that the other spoke caused a deeper blush to stain his otherwise unblemished cheeks. "N-No, I was just trying to escape-" but then he cut himself off, knowing how bad that would sound. Trying to escape the Mayor's daughter. If word spread around his father would be beyond pissed. A loud giggle came from the other isle, one he recognized easily. The visible wince he gave made it clear suddenly who he was trying to avoid. Eli silently begged with his sea colored eyes, not wanting to be found by Lyndsey. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 3, 2016 1:58:31 GMT
Kurt wanted to laugh, he actually smiled and ducked his head slightly, bringing his wrist up to cover it. This was hilarious, the kid was running from the mayor's daughter. Granted, she was a total bitch and her voice was grating as hell, but still it was hilarious. He shook his head, "I have no idea how to help you out here, man." He said softly and started down the aisle, slowly but surely. Then he paused and frowned a bit, turning back around to the preacher's boy, walking back over to him, "What are you here to get?" He asked curiously and shifted his weight to one leg as he waited for an answer. He couldn't help but check the boy out properly, now facing him directly. Even though his eyes were roaming, he was paying enough attention to grab a bottle of olive oil, now juggling it with the box of spaghetti, "Great." He brought his eyes back up to those iridescent eyes, "Sneak out the back and meet me at the front doors." He said softly with a flash of his Hollywood smile. |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 3, 2016 3:05:57 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx The smile made Eli feel unnerved, off kilter almost. He found himself wanting to see it once more, but his attention was quickly diverted by another loud giggle. He jumped nearly a foot in the air and briefly ducked behind Kurt. Then the white haired man began walking away from him, causing him to nearly have a small panic attack. He relaxed when he turned and came back, running a hand through his hair. "Olive oil," he replied promptly, suddenly remembering why he was at the market in the first place. When Kurt grabbed it, he flashed a thankful smile and then jumped at the sound of them saying that they were moving to the next isle. His face fell and he backed up a few paces. Eli nodded eagerly before bolting off to the back exit, crashing into the door, he took some deep breaths as he tried to pull himself together. He tried to compose himself and walked out from behind the building, leaning against the side with a welcoming smile at a few towns folk that passed by. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 3, 2016 3:49:42 GMT
Kurt watched him, trying not to laugh, before turning around, smile gone from his face. He saw the mayor's daughter turn onto his aisle and he all but rolled his eyes. Her and her little friend skirted the aisle, trying to keep as far away from him as if he was a leper or something of the like. He honestly didn't mind, some twelve year old's opinion didn't phase him much, and he let out his Hollywood smile when he stepped up to the counter, laying his five items down. Of course, Ms. Molly would ask to see his identification card, which he showed happily. Ms. Molly knew who he was, knew how old he was, knew almost everything about him, but he didn't mind. She was one of the lesser evils. To be honest, he was most times glad to be around her. Even if she did give him the stink eye and card him ever time he walked into the store. After she rung him up and he paid for everything, and everything was bagged, he walked out of the store and around the building until he found the cute little preacher's boy leaning against the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as he walked closer. "Your hero has arrived, one bottle of olive oil at your service." He said, reaching into one of the bags to procure said bottle of olive oil. |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 3, 2016 4:35:38 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx "Eli Kirk, is that you, bud?" a familiar voice, causing the boy to twirl around, eyes going wide. Across from him stood his child-hood friend who had moved away at the beginning of high school. Jordan Combers raised his arms for a hug that was given without hesitation. "Hey J," he greeted, thinking of what a strange day he'd been having. "What are you doing here?" he asked with new found energy. Jordan was a rather handsome young lad, with thick blonde hair and forest green eyes. Eli scolded himself inwardly, this is the second time he'd taken in a man's looks. He needed to get a grip. "My parents are getting divorced so while they have it out, I'm here to be with my Grams," Jordan admitted, which was instantly met with another hug, before he continued, "I actually have to get there now, I'm late." Eli immediately backed away and tried to soak in all this new information. That meant that he'd be having senior year with his best pal. "I'll catch up with you later then," he grinned, watching as his handsome friend disappeared down the street. When he settled back against the wall, the boy took a deep breath but turned the instant Kurt exited the store. A grateful smile curved his lips, relaxing when the olive oil was retrieved. Now his father wouldn't kill him. "Oh, let me pay you back for that," he said loudly, as if he'd just come out of a daze. To be honest, the white-haired man did have him in quite the tizzy. He reached into his messenger bag, almost rolling his eyes as he had to shift his Bible to one side. The money lay crumpled at the bottom, for Eli had never been the most organized of people. His cheeks colored again with more embarrassment.
( Jordan is for drama later on, he wasn't just some random character. ) |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 3, 2016 5:05:36 GMT
Kurt shook his head and refused the money - which was stupid, because he lived off of shitty tips - and flashed his Hollywood smile again, "Keep it, Sawyer Kirk." His smile all but changed into a smirk as he leaned a bit closer and dropped his voice to a whisper, "Though... You could always repay me in other ways." His eyes dropped down once more before slowly coming back up to Eli's bright blue eyes, tongue visually running across his teeth, "You know where I live, right? Even if you don't, it's not hard to find. Just ask anyone in town, I'm sure they'd be happy to point it out as somewhere you should never set foot." He brushed past Eli, whispering in his ear as he did, "I am the devil's spawn, aren't I?" He chuckled and continued walking.
Crappy reply is crappy |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 3, 2016 18:08:13 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx Eli felt bad when his money was denied, a small pout even formed on his lips, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Why would Kurt not accept his money? It didn't add up to the boy. When his first name was used, the preacher's son grew a little flustered, blinking in shock. "Wha- Don't call me-" but his words got stuck in his throat when the white-haired man trailed his eyes down his body. A shiver curled up his spine, one of some emotion he'd rather not inspect too closely. Those blue eyes of his were briefly locked on those pale lips before he gulped and took a half-step back, unnerved. Soft red colored his cheeks as those words even further caught Eli off guard. Then the blush deepened when he heard those last words, also because the whisper in his ear was hot and gave him chills. So Kurt was very aware of what his father thought of him. Wonderful. The teen watched in a daze as the older man walked away, his pupils dilated a bit in desire. Eli groaned and turned to walk back to the church, trying to clear his head. One thing is for sure, he found Kurt very attractive. He was beginning to wonder if he was heterosexual at all. Oh dear God. A homosexual son of a Preacher. Lord, save me for I have sinned.... and plan to keep sinning. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 3, 2016 18:51:35 GMT
Bartholomew
Great name
I love that name tbh
But it reminds me of Barf from Soaceballs xD
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It honestly did not take long for Kurt to get home, he only lived a block or two from the store in a house that had only the necessities: A bedroom, a bathroom with shower, a kitchen and a living room. It was a quaint thing, but it was home. It didn't take long for Kurt to open the bottle of wine, pour himself a glass, and strip to his boxers. The water hadn't even boiled for his noodles and he was practically naked, lounging on his couch like some soccer mom. He was thinking, as he nursed his glass of wine, about the little preacher's boy, which was curious in of itself because he never stayed too long on the though of any one person - no matter how cute they were. Normally, he would flirt, bag 'em, and never think of them again. Then again, it would only take a few hours to finish his list. Perhaps he was so fixated on the blue-eyed boy because he has yet to bag this one; though, to be honest, he wanted just a bit more than a quick romp in the sheets and a smack on the ass to send him on his way. That's why he never went after the young ones - the young ones screw with your mind until you can't tell yourself from a hole in the wall.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jan 3, 2016 20:19:19 GMT
preacher's boy xx xx After dinner, during which of course didn't mention his meeting with Kurt, Eli left his father to his prayers. He claimed that he was going to bed early and sent up a silent prayer that his father wouldn't be checking on him due to how tired he seemed. He'd gotten a text message about a tailgate party that night and actually considered going. It be a nice change of pace, plus he just really wanted to get away from this stuffy church. His house was right just down the block so he easily jogged there to hop in the shower quickly. Relaxed from the steamy shower, he pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a black t-shirt. He ruffled his dark brown hair and peered at his reflection in the mirror. A small smirk tilted one corner of his mouth when he found he was the perfect picture of modern country boy. Slipping on his combat boots, the ones he hid carefully from his father for years. Eli looked at a text message on his phone before flying down the stairs after grabbing his house key, which was on a camouflage lanyard. Just in case he ran into anyone important, he still had his silver crucifix on. His friend waited in a yellow jeep, grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, choir boy!" he hollered, making Eli have the strong urge to slap him across the back of his head. Of course he didn't though, just because he could be easygoing and had a rebellious streak doesn't mean he becomes a totally different person. Upon arrival at the tailgate, the two were flooded with loud greetings, which caused him to relax. Sawyer Elias Kirk, the perfect, respectable child of the preacher, was in his element as he popped himself up on the side of a truck, taking a red solo cup and sipping his liquid courage. If his father saw him no, he'd have a heart attack and possibly die. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jan 3, 2016 21:24:55 GMT
It wasn't that hard to catch wind of the tail gate party, mostly because he passed by a couple of kids that looked way too young to be carrying the packs of beer they were carrying. It didn't take much to scare them shitless, apparently, because they dropped the beer and ran when they saw him. Which was surprising, because Kurt was probably the least intimidating person in the entire state. To be honest, he was wearing a wife-beater and a flannel shirt and a pair of ripped and faded skinny jeans. To be honest, he looked like a high schooler. Like a hot high schooler. That may be why he found himself walking around the kegger, smirking. He would let it slide this time, mostly because the kids he was seeing were at least seventeen years old. He paused in his walking when he caught sight of a familiar profile hanging out by a truck and made his way over, "Hey preacher's boy. Never thought this would be your scene." He called out as he walked over, smiling, ignoring all of Eli's friends that were also hanging out as he took the cup from Eli's hands and took a sip of it, grimmacing, "Also never thought you'd drink moose piss over beer." He muttered, giving the cup back. |
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