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ELIZABETH CHARLESTON ~ 20, ♀⊹ fc: abigail cowen
⊹ grew up with just her mother
⊹ father left when she was five so she doesn’t have many memories of him
⊹ her mother took two jobs to pay bills, and soon Elizabeth got a job to help
⊹ they decided to move to someplace that wasn’t so expensive
⊹ has a big heart and finds herself unable to turn away people because she knows how that feels
⊹ always trying to find a way to help her mom and make her smile
⊹ growing up with just her and her mom, the two learned to take care of each other, but now Liz has a habit of taking care of other people too, even if they don’t want it; has a hard time minding her own business and she doesn’t take no for an answer if it means she could help them
⊹ likes to hang out with people and talk, gets along easily, and cares for people even though she barely knows them
⊹ some may describe her as a stubborn sweet girl, always doing good for people while also getting her way
⊹ her mom always tells her to not get involved in trouble because it’s the last thing they could deal with, and she respects her too much to disappoint her
- Rowan Morovai Wang- Age 22
- His mother killed his father then killed herself in front of him when Rowan was seven, lived with his uncle until he turned 16 when he emancipated
- Has a huge inheritance
- He is closed off and doesn't trust people
- Needs to feel in control at all times
- Sometimes has a devil-may-care attitude
- Really good at getting what he wants out of people by making them believe he is stupid
- Also good at reading people, so he plays poker to win more money.
- Somewhat of an adrenaline junkie
(( great, I'll start)) Like many times before, Elizabeth walked down the sidewalk from her house to the ice cream shop near her place. Honestly, to her, it was her second house. Ever since she was a child she would always go there. After school, on weekends, hell, even sneak out at night while it’s still open just to please her sweet tooth. She loved the place, and after the number of times she went there, it loved her back.
The sky was clear and the sun was out. There was a slight breeze, but overall, the weather was perfect, if not a little on the hot side. But she was dressed in denim shorts and a white tank top to stay cool.
After a few minutes of walking, Elizabeth finally reached the ice cream shop. She pushed open the door to the shop, the bell above her head announcing her entrance like always. The cool air from the air conditioner hit her skin. She was already smiling, feeling the happiness of getting ice cream already set in. She was such a child. But she couldn’t help herself. Elizabeth walked up to the counter. By the number of times she came, she knew all the workers. Even the manager. Unless sometimes there were new workers. Still, they were quick to learn she would be a regular.
((Also, does you character have those tattoos on his face too, like he would look exactly like that with hair color and everything?))
((Yes, he does have tattoos))It was difficult to get a job in a town so small, so Rowan was grateful that Mr. Lam-Sylvester let him work at the ice cream shop. Not that he needed the money - his parents had left him a fortune when they died, but he enjoyed the routine of doing something every day. Rowan figured he'd only been hired because of his pretty, enticing face, because there was no way his personality made people think he actually tolerated them. He was good at faking it, but not that good.
"Hello, what can I get you today?" Rowan asked an elderly man coming in for an 11 o'clock ice cream. He was fairly sure he could guess. By the looks of the dust still clinging to his faded overalls, and the yellow rubber gloves sticking out of his pocket, Rowan guessed he wanted some of their 'famous' watery orange sherbert. He smirked when that was exactly what he ordered; he loved nothing more than being right.
Half an hour into his afternoon shift, a pretty redhead walked into the ice cream shop. Normally, Rowan wouldn't take notice of people, regardless of their looks, but this girl was different. He had guessed almost everyone else in line's orders before they had placed them, but he couldn't peg redhead for any of them. What's more, she didn't seem to notice or care about the club-and-hearts tattoos adorning his cheeks. That was even more unusual, most of the older people in line admonished him for them, and the young people asked where they could get theirs done.
When Elizabeth walked up to the counter, she was surprised to see a new face standing there, and a very handsome one at that. “Hello,” she said with a smile, wondering when he started working here. Nevertheless, it didn’t matter to her who was behind the counter or how they looked. If they worked in this ice cream shop, they were bound to be a friend with her. Getting ready to place an order, Elizabeth’s eyes looked over the menu and choices of flavors, all of which she has tasted already. Call her a sugar monster if you may, but she was not embarrassed by how much she eats from this place. She was just lucky she was as healthy as she is, being that she’s eaten from here since she was a kid. She’s been offered a job here last year, but she already had one as a waitress so she had to turn this one down sadly.
“I think I’ll have…..” She paused for a moment before finally deciding, “Blueberry blast.” For her, picking her ice scream wasn’t what she liked or what was her favorite, but what she craved at the moment, so it explained why she was so undeceived when picking.
Rowan smiled at the girl. It wasn't his usual grin, all sharp teeth and malicious glee. Not even the bland one he put on for his poker competitors, most of whom he felt did not deserve the 'competent' in 'competitors'. It was a genuine smile, gifted to her because of her attitude thus far. He respected people who didn't care if people thought they were crazy, or even enjoyed it, which was what ordinary people thought of someone eating blueberry blast and not flirting with the very hot ice cream scooper. After he had given her her order, Noemi, the other person minding the counter, caught him staring at the girl. They gave him a hard, knowing look. He shrugged at them. Rowan had worked at the shop for one day and already knew that Noemi was known for their tendency to date a new person every week.
"Her name is Elizabeth Charleston," Noemi informed him. "And I'm sure there is absolutely no reason why you would need this information, but she's single."
Rowan rolled his eyes like he always did when strangers said something like that. It was something about his piercings, his tattoos, his dyed hair that made people think he would be the perfect "bad boy" boyfriend for swoony women to fall in love with, nevermind that he liked men too.
Elizabeth thanked him with a gentle smile once he handed her order. She looked at it gleefully, her eyes showing the excitement she had just at the thought of eating it, almost childlike. With her treat, she walked over to one of the tables and took a seat to enjoy it while going on her phone.Lizzie was clueless about the conversation- or a one-sided conversation really -that was happening at the counter. When she finished her ice cream, which left her lips a light shade of blue, she put her phone away and got up. Elizabeth walked up to the counter again to grab herself some napkins, catching Noemi wiping down the counter. “Hey Noemi, is Riley in the back, or is she off today?” She asked, wondering if her friend was there. She still had some time to kill and didn't feel like leaving just yet. Plus she wanted to ask more about the cute new guy that was working here. She glanced at him for a moment to get another look at him, a shy smile on her lips.
Rowan ducked back into the back of the shop, trying not to let his cheeks flame. He was embarrassed by his appalling reaction to a girl he'd just met. Actually, they hadn't even met, just had a normal business transaction. There was absolutely no reason to be this flustered. A text pinged on his phone. We still on for tonight? Rowan inwardly groaned. He'd completely forgotten about the tournament that night. He played poker with a different group every single Thursday since inheriting at eighteen. Normally, just thinking about diamonds and aces would set his heart racing, but today he just wasn't in the mood. It definitely had nothing to do with Elizabeth whatsoever. I'm in, he responded.
((Hey sorry I’m just a bit confused. Did you rp my character talking and leaving or did you mean another character?))
((Yeah, sorry, I'm new to rping, should I edit that?))
((If you’re able to, yes please and it’s totally fine. I get it. Just a tip, a lot of people don’t like others god-modding ( which in terms of controlling another character's actions) plus you kind of portrayed her in a way I wouldn’t lol))
((Don’t be. I’ve done it before and so has other. Simple mistake. You can rp other characters like Naomi or Riley or any character we add))"Oh, is she already going into labor?" Elizabeth said as she faced Naomi again and away from the new guy who disappeared into the back. "Well, I hope it goes well. I should be heading out now. See you."
Elizabeth waved at her friend, glancing to see if she'll still see the new guy but he was still in the back. With that, she just made her way out of the shop and headed home.
((Should we time skip to the next time she comes in or do you have anything else in mind?))
The weekend came and it seemed like another perfect day to get herself some ice cream. It’s been a few days since she last went since she was busy with school and work, but also because she didn’t want to go back there and seem too eager to see the new worker. But secretly, she had thought about him here and there, not in an obsessive way though. She was just curious to know more about him as a person. After walking in and being welcomed by the bell as always, Elizabeth made her way up to the counter. She waited in line, and once it was her turn, she approached it to find her friend behind it this time.
"Hey, Lizzie!" Riley said. "Did you want your regular or want to switch it up? We got a new flavor." She said with an impish smile clearly trying to persuade her.
"Hey Riley,” Elizabeth smiled back to the girl behind that counter as she spoke. She leaned forward, crossing her arms on the counter. “New flavor?” She said with a cocked brow, intrigued. It was funny how if they were ever experimenting on new flavors they would usually have her try them out first, though she was sure they already released this one. “I haven't had my regular in a while," she admits and then adds, " Alright. Let’s try it. But I only brought five dollars with me so make it a medium.” Lizzie tells her. Having misplaced her wallet in her room, she just randomly dug in her dresser for some bills before leaving her house. She was not the most organized person out there, hence why she couldn’t find her wallet. As she got her money ready and Riley scooped her order, she casually gazed around the shop to see if she would see that bright red hair somewhere.
Rowan stifled the slightly ridiculous look that was threatening to appear on his face. His continued reaction to this Elizabeth surprised even him. He knew he wanted to see her, but he wasn't entirely certain he wanted her to see him . Poker night meant he was pretty much guaranteed a fight with someone at the club. For some completely elusive reason, people always thought he was cheating them. It probably had something to do with the secred deck of cards he always kept up his sleeve for uncertain situations. In Rowan's mind, bending the rules slightly was exactly the same as bluffing by upping the ante; it's a big risk, but only if people catch you on the lie. Of course, most others did not share his line of thinking, hence Rowan having to go to a different club each night and showing up to work mottled with bruises and cuts. He was reflecting on his vanity when he suddenly came to a halt. Sure, he was fairly vain, but he'd never cared before if people saw his scars, saw his battle wounds. He walked quickly to the bathroom, patted his hair and checked his appearance, realised he was stalling and walked back out. Before he could lose his nerve, he went up to Elizabeth.
"Hey. You're Elizabeth, right? Kinda forward, but-" his next words came out all in a rush, instead of smooth like he'd intended. "Wanna go see the new Firebird movie with me?" He willed himself not to let the hot blush he felt creeping up his neck reach his face and waited for her answer.
For a quick second, Elizabeth thought she saw him enter the bathroom. But she wasn't sure. She frowned to herself a little before facing Riley again." What’s the flavor, anyway? And does it have chocolate?” Elizabeth asked as she moved over to the glass case to look for the new addition. “And who thought of it? Because I know Joshua has been begging the manager to try out his idea for watermelon and chocolate.” Lizzie rolls her eyes at the thought. “I honestly don’t know why he would pick that.” "Yup! It has chocolate." Riley replied, knowing how much she enjoyed chocolate and smiled when Lizzie was convinced. " I'm sure you'll love it if not I can get you something else. It's a cherry flavor with white chocolate...I think." She laughed and looked at it before handing it to her. "Ugh! Only Josh would come up with that. I keep telling him it doesn't work. You can't just add a nontangy but not sweet enough fruit with chocolate. He doesn't listen though." Shaking her head she palmed her forehead.
Elizabeth laughed with her and paid for her ice cream once Riley handed it to her. She was about to taste it when she heard a voice approach her, turning only to find the new worker standing before her. She was surprised, both by his sudden appearance and his question, and it took her a few seconds to even register that he was actually asking her out on a date. "Oh... hey. Firebird movie?" She repeated, trying to buy herself a moment to think about it. Going out for a movie with a complete stranger wasn't something she would easily accept, but for some reason, she was really intrigued by his offer. Really, she was intrigued by him, a pretty boy with bruises working in an ice cream shop. Was her good for her? She glanced at Riley, as if getting a second opinion telepathically as girls normally do, and upon getting an approved look from her, since she knew more about him as a coworker, she looked back at him with a shy smile. "I'd love that. What day works for you?"
Rowan was beyond elated that Elizabeth had agreed so quickly. He knew he was attracted, but somehow he knew that she didn't fall for every good-looking fellow she saw. "Any day but Thursday is good with me. How about Saturday, I'll meet you there at eight?" he said. His expression shifted minutely when he recalled what day Saturday would be. The eleventh of March. A day that, even now, fifteen years later, haunted him. He controlled his expression, knowing that weakness was not an option. Rowan knew that if he let himself feel anything for longer than the briefest of moments, let himself screw up the perfect life he'd crafted, he might find himself going insane like his mother. Which was why his attraction to Elizabeth would have to be managed, so it made absolutely no sense that Rowan had asked her out.
Elizabeth only took a quick second to think about the day before nodding. “Sounds good. It’s a date,” she smiled happily up at him. Before she could leave though, she remembered that she didn’t even know his name yet, which was unlike her. Going out with a total stranger and not even knowing his name was a first, but maybe it showed just how truly fascinated she was with him already. “What was your name again? Or should I just call you ice cream boy," Elizabeth teased.
Rowan smiled silkily. “Rowan Morovai Wang, at your service.” He shift ended, and Rowan began the long trek home. He hated driving; when he was sitting behind the wheel he felt no control over the direction of the car. It felt more like magic, which he could not trust. Walking seemed right to him, so he walked pretty much everywhere. His house was located in the very center of town, the place where the most elite lived. Rowan found the people who lived there to be hilarious. Almost every one of them was a peacock, preening in the sunlight. If he was being honest, Rowan figured he was probably just like them. The money his parents had left him covered all of his expenses, and likely the ones of future generations (not that Rowan wanted any children). His father had been a renowned architect, and his mother was a nuclear physicist. Money was never a factor for the Wangs, so seven year old Rowan was used to a certain level of luxury. Of course, all that changed when he went to live with his uncle.
Rowan opened his mailbox to find several letters. He’d expected one from the insurance company, but apart from that he didn’t know who it could be. His blood ran cold when he saw it was addressed to Emmanuel Bai.
“See you on Saturday,” she said happily before they parted. Saturday came and Elizabeth was making her way to the movie theater for her date. She wore a short summer dress that had spaghetti straps and a loose skater skirt like shape. The color was an emerald green which brought out the color of red hair. Her hair was slight curled, cascading down her back and shoulders. She probably over did it, but she wanted to look cute. Nothing to overpowering though. It was the first date after all.
She got inside after buying herself a ticket for the movie he had picked looked around to see if he was there yet or if she still wait to wait for him, which she didn’t mind. She was a bit early after all.
