Yes, I do. I had to get on a flight before I had time to make her profile, but i'm on it. Also, seeing that we have one male thus far, and i'm kinda loving Jefferson, we could use him as one of the three boys that are Mates. Just an idea
Personality: Care free. Lavish with affection. Silly. Loves life. Wants to do as much as she can in life. Outgoing. Shy when it comes to her hair. Loves being with people. Afraid to tell people about her cancer.
Appearance: Spoiler
Laila's hair is actually a wig. She has several. All black. Some straight, some curly, some in updoes, some down, some more manageable than others (manageable as is she can style them as she pleases) http://weheartit.com/entry/13104884/in-set/430635-girls
History: Laila grew up in a small little town in Maryland for her entire life. It was her, her older brother Ross (age 26), her parents, and her grandfather. Her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer when Laila was eight. Her mother died a year later, a week after Laila's ninth birthday. Her grandfather then passed away - some say it was from grief. A year and a half ago, Laila was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma (a type of cancer). She moved up to New York to get better treatment. She's gone through chemotherapy, and is still under observation. They suspect the cancer is going to relapse soon, and she will need to go back into chemotherapy.
Job: She is unemployed. Her father pays for her apartment and for her treatment.
Dating personality: She likes to have a care-free, good time. She's lavish with affection, and is looking for someone to have a real relationship with
FictionFanatic, loving both your characters. I was just having the same thought about Jefferson. If we give it a few more days and then move it if we still have the place (he can still be the cafe runner)?
For the room-mates, how about Laila advertises for a room-mate and Naya replies, then the day Naya moves in Jessie turns up in the city with nowhere to go and only her old friend to turn to and so the girls set her up on the sofa?
"Do you know what my heart says now? It says that I should forget about politics and be with you. No matter what. You're a true Queen, a Queen any King would kill for." - Prince Francis ♕
JustToby- coolios, try to get some more detail up soon. Liv- Yes! That would be awesome! So, it looks like we can start as soon as you guys have finished your profiles! (YIPPEE, my first storybook idea that actually gets started! Touchwood!)
We're starting tomorrow, with or without finished profiles and another male... Here's my introductory post! You guys can all be in the café!
Jessie huddled under a shop front and took out her mobile. She could only think of one person to call; she knew hardly anyone in this city. The phone rang five times before it was picked up, "Jessie!" a crackly voice cried excitedly, and the warmth and friendliness made Jessie feel so much better. She'd felt awkward about asking such a big favour when she hadn't seen Naya for so long, but she knew that Naya would always be willing to help. "Hiya," said Jessie, moving to try and get a better reception, "I- I was wondering if I could ask a favour?" "Of course!" said Naya, "What do you want?" "Could- Could I meet you somewhere?" "Yeah, I'm in a café near my apartment with some friends- The Blue Dog." Naya reeled off a list of directions as Jessie hailed a cab, "I'll be there in ten minutes!" said Jessie, as the cab rounded a corner. She was already feeling so much better...
Soon, Jessie was at The Blue Dog. It was a warm and inviting looking café with several pieces of surprisingly good art on the walls. Jessie looked around for Naya and saw her, looking beautifully quirky and hip as ever, sitting at a table with a few other people. Naya looked up and saw her, "JESSIE!" she cried, running across the café and wrapping her in a hug, "You're soaking! Come, sit down and get dry and I'll introduce you to my friends!" "Try not to flood my cafe!" cried an attractive young man from behind the counter, obviously the owner. Naya laughed, "That's Jefferson. This is Sam," she gestured at another young man, who smiled pleasantly, "And this is Laila, my new flat-mate. We're waiting for-" "Laila, I guess what I have to ask involves you too. Could I stay with you guys for a while? My boyfriend and I broke up and I've got nowhere to go..." Jessie fought to keep tears back. She realised how pathetic she must look to these people she'd just met, "Please? Just 'til I get back on my feet?"
We can have 'til Tuesday or Wednesday to all get introduced...
Naya didn't even hesitate to respond. "Of course you can, Jessie!" She didn't know whether to feel slighty disturbed by her childhood friends appearance - with her wet hair, and mismatched outfit - or feel sorry for the fact that she was clearly suffering from a very bad break-up. But seeing as Naya hadn't seen Jessie in over three years, she decided to go with the latter.
"He broke up with you?" Naya sighed before muttering bitterly, "Men ..."
Jefferson spoke up at that. "Hey! As a man myself, can I just say that we're not all that bad ..."
Naya just raised a sceptical brow at him in response. She'd had enough experience with men to last her a lifetime. As far as she was concerned they truly were 'that bad' - every single one of them. She turned back to face Jessie. "Let me get you get you some coffee. You can tell me all about what happened once we get home."
"Do you know what my heart says now? It says that I should forget about politics and be with you. No matter what. You're a true Queen, a Queen any King would kill for." - Prince Francis ♕
Personality: He respects everyone, his mother taught him how to treat a woman, and he will be the first to make a joke. He's very quick and witty, and he will talk to anyone. He loves dance and being with people.
Appearance: Spoiler
History: Dakotah's mother, Annie, had him when she was 17 - the share the same birthday. Dakotah's dad, Greg was 18 - he married Annie when she was 18, Dakotah was 1. His dad went off to be a lawyer, and his mother was a dancer - she'd been dancing since she was 3. He rarely saw his father, and since he was never there Annie had to take him to the dance studio with her everyday. Here, seeing his mother dance, is where he grew up everyday from the day he started walking until she died when Dakotah was 13. Car accident. Dakotah was in it - it happened on their way home from Dakotah's practice - and he refuses to talk about it. His father started to work from home, but Dakotah couldn't stand him: if he'd been there, his mother wouldn't of died. Dakotah's dad gave up when he was 15, and again they rarely saw each other. His dad remarried, a woman named Melissa who had a 13 year old daughter, Shay. Dakotah now has three siblings: Shay, 22. Scott, 8. Sara, 5. Dakotah visits every Sunday after work - he doesn't tell anyone where he's actually going: he makes up a crazy excuse every time. He sometimes invites Shay to get coffee. After Dakotah's mom died, he became addicted to dancing - it was his link to her. Dakotah attended Peabody School of Dance.
Job: Instructor at a dance school - teaches ballet, modern, and hiphop.
Dating personality: Easy-going. Doesn't put pressure, doesn't want pressure. One-woman kind of man.
*i forgot to mention, Laila has some hair - it's grown out but is still very short, almost as if she gave herself a boy's haircut*
Jefferson:
When the girl came in soaking wet, I called "Try not to flood my cafe!"
This earned a chorus of laughter from my friends. When the girl named Jessie, as Naya called her, spilled her story, I yelled, "Hey, not all men!"
I whipped up a caramel latte for her, topping it with whippedcream and caramel sauce.
I slid it in front of her, placing my hand on her shoulder comfortingly "First one's on the house, Jessie." I smiled at her, pulling her siaking hair out from the inside of her jcket, and said, "I'm Jefferson. Jefferson Dashner."
With that, I went to get a towel for her and for the floor.
Here's my introductory post! You guys can all be in the café!
