#c: drew

[sarahpetersonruiz]

(closed starter @ Human Bean with @drewxjackson )

Sarah's family often joked that she never saw sunlight unless it was to get coffee, and they were probably right. She would have rather avoided the lunch rush at the coffee shop, but she was beginning to crave her caffeine fix and figured it wouldn't be fair on those around her if they had to deal with her de-caffeinated. She waited in the queue, her headphones on and blasting music loud enough so she didn't have the hear the drone of voices around her. She wasn't paying attention, so wasn't able to move out of the way when someone tripped and fell right into her, the contents of their coffee cup going all over her shirt. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she snapped, whipping the headphones off her head.

[detectivegoldstein]

James grumbled as he glared at his long since empty beer. He'd already had one earlier in the day to take the edge off of hunting down his medals, and as soon as he entered the dance hall to help ease his discomfort being around so many people. He'd made a promise to his loved ones not to go past two beers a day, but god damn he wanted a drink. It barely registered when someone leaned against the wall next to him. He looked over and nodded in greeting. "Surprised yer here."

@ofescapisms

[georgie-abhrams]

WHO: @drewparrish WHERE: His Place

Lately, every time she'd been at home she'd felt restless. Uncomfortable, even. It could've been because of the fight she'd gotten into with her mother the week before. The exchange becoming so heated both Wyatt and Lee had come out of their rooms to break up the argument. Things had been said that couldn't be taken back, and while Georgie was used to her mother's insults, something about that fight had been different. More feral. More truthful than any she could remember. Which was why her mother's words had cut her so deep, despite the promise she'd made to herself decades ago to simply let Delilah's words run right off of her back.

So when she got to a point where she'd normally run off and do something she'd find herself regretting later; instead of allowing her normal, self destructive habits to take over, Georgie found herself using the spare key he'd given her to let herself into Drew's home. A place that felt like home more than her own pool house did at times.

She'd hoped he'd be home, but wasn't surprised to find the townhouse empty. Georgie had noticed Drew working later hours in the past weeks. But instead of leaving, Georgie deposited her heels by the door like she always did and made her way further into the home- heading directly for Drew's bedroom. There, she stripped out of her clothes, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the floor, and changed into an oversized sweater- choosing to forego the restriction of pants for the time being. With her blonde hair up in a messy bun, Georgie then meandered her way into the attached bathroom and used the makeup remover she kept there to clean her face. There weren't many people she allowed to see her bare faced- her makeup and high heels often serving as her mask, her armor; but she felt safe with Drew. Safe enough to be herself, to show herself.

Once she was sufficiently comfortable, Georgie made her way back out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, searching through his fridge for something to eat. When she didn't find anything that sounded good, Georgie began to pull out the ingredients she'd need to make the easiest pasta dish she knew- cacio e pepe.

She was mid grating the cheese when she heard the front door open, a soft smile forming on her features as she waited for him to come into view- the smile only growing when she finally saw him. "Honey, you're home." She mused, a grin now coloring her features. "Long day?"

[stayingalively]

closed starter / @wirexbiter

the generator might not be operational downstairs. it wasn't like they had much gasoline to pour into the thing, anyways. some people around the newsroom were talking, though. they wanted heat if the cold became unbearable. this meant that he'd be helping the group's electrician with checking the wiring before that happened. they weren't in a position to have electrical fires. something like that could cause them to evacuate the building and be left without somewhere to go.

drew was fairly optimistic about his new task when he noticed just who he'd be working with. the man was someone from his past. someone that he desperately tried forgetting about due to many reasons. the most memorable being the way mallory broke his heart. to be fair, it wasn't entirely the man's fault. it was one drunken hook-up that drew took too seriously during the weeks that followed. who could blame him, though? mallory was a god amongst men. he was gorgeous.

there's a moment of silence as drew just stared at the other man. mallory had his hands inside one of the fuse boxes on the floor. the electrical closet was somewhat of a mess but there seemed to be some progress. "i uh... thought i noticed you before. i guess we'll be working on this together?" drew nodded to the fuse box before leaning against the door frame of the small room. he wasn't happy about this. "is scarlet here? i didn't see her or tommy." an innocent question, just him playing nice.

[dahliavr]

WHO: @drewparrish WHERE: Heavy Hitters Bar

There wasn't a lot that could drive Stevie from the comfort of her own house, especially not when she had a sort of satellite home available to her in the form of the immaculately kept Airstream still housed at the back of her parents' property. However, the trailer was currently occupied by some Airbnb'ers and the foul mood Jay had been in- which resulted in slammed doors and random curses whenever she saw him (as well as an already broken glass he'd haphazardly thrown into the sink)- gave Stevie no homely options. Instead, she found herself changing out of her sweatpants and into a pair of jeans to head down to the nearest bar.

"Don't ever let your best friend move in with you, especially if he's a drama queen." The words left her lips as soon as she'd seated herself down in the empty seat next to Drew at the bar. "Because your dishes will get broken and you'll get driven out of your own home because he's in some kind of mood you don't want to deal with."

[halcyonmusings]

tagged by @queennymeria to use this cute picrew to make my ocs!!!

eris loxton (dh) | drew argento (vtmb)

arden eilhart (dmc) | ceryse strong (hotd)

tagging @roberthouses @cryptcombat @nocticulas @jendoe @jennystahl @newbordeaux @denerims @chuckhansen and anyone else who wants to do it c:

[nkakiana]

@claymvres - What's the price to feed me grapes in bed when I'm sober(ish)?

You can add $25 if the kilt stays on.

[mazzmurrayfms]

Hey roomie. Enjoying yourself so far? I know my children would have liked it here but they are with their father. Have you been doing any activities yet? I need to see what there is to do here.

@drewstarkxy

[sammygibb-hf]

Oh, I can imagine that. Haha. It is a good amount. I also have plenty of family around to help out too.

It's honestly the best. I mean they drove me crazy but I love each of them to pieces. I don't blame you, three seems like a good amount to me.

[mourninglamby]

my my!

[sarahpetersonruiz]

closed starter @ the peterson-ruiz residence with @drewxjackson

Sarah was just beginning to drift off into sleep when she heard a knock at her front door. She let out a soft groan despite knowing exactly who it was; she was the one who invited him over. Pulling herself to her feet, she let out a yawn as she opened the front door, smiling sheepishly at Drew, who waited patiently on the other side. She knew she had to tell him the news sooner or later, especially since he was so worried about her. "Hi. Thank you for coming over," she held the door open wider, a non-verbal invitation to step inside. "Gale's working late tonight on some case and Klaus is at a sleepover with someone from school, so it's just us. Try your best to keep your hands to yourself," she joked, sitting back down on the couch. She wanted to prolong the inevitable conversation for as long as possible.

[georgie-abhrams]

WHO: @drewparrish WHERE: His Office

Having just gotten one of the best massages of her life, Georgie had full intentions of heading back to her desk to grab the folders she was only 75% certain she'd left atop her keyboard to make setting up for her boss's afternoon meeting easier... and quicker, in case her massage ran over. However, when the elevator stopped at Drew's floor before her own, the blonde took it as divine intervention. The meeting would take place whether or not the folders were on the table and the pitcher was full of cucumber water. Surely, she had a little bit of time to socialize, right?

The click click click of her heels echoed off of the tiled floor as she stepped through the open elevator doors and made her way to an office she'd spent more time in than at her own desk, stopping in the doorway to lean against it with a grin. "Knock, knock." She mused, bringing her iced coffee up to her lips and taking a sip through the straw. "You're gettin' really good at lookin' like you're actually working, Andy. I'm impressed."

[hurrikaneharry]

That is what I do anyway. When it comes to before the game, we do always ignore what is going on and focus. Anyway...how has your weekend been?

well, yeah. that wouldn't be ideal. i mean, they'll write their headline anyway, won't they ? i feel like you should just focus on winning or whatever and then they won't really be able to write anything, right ?

[stayingalively]

ANDREW ROYCE. 30. BUILDER. FORMER CONTRACTOR.

STARTERS | BIO | PHOTOS | ANSWERS | MUSINGS

Moans and groans fill the night sky, blunt nails scratch along the smooth surface of a car caught amidst a horde of infected. Screams from inside barely carry, they can barely be heard in the distance. But what's that in the distance? Is that [AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON]? No way, that's [ANDREW ROYCE]. The [THIRTY] year old [MALE (HE/HIM)] used to be a [GENERAL CONTRACTOR]. Since the outbreak, they've proven to be [HARD-WORKING] & [PATIENT], but rumor has it they're also [PARANOID] & [STUBBORN], which may pose a risk to the group. They appear to have taken the [WATCH / BUILDER] role within the group. Only time can tell if they succeed.

[cheezestixk]

For old times sake

[moomeecore]

thinkging about chaos demon god things