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Allen B. Frazier

WIP "Again the burden of losing rests upon my shoulders."

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a character in “The Room Mate”, as played by Naught

Description




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Allen
Focus on the 'bright side' to notice there isn't one..




Basics
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Name
Allen B. Frazier


Nickname(s)
Al - That is the only nickname he will literally respond to. He's pretty sure that people call him different names anyways but, then again he would just choose to ignore them.


Gender
Male


Age
26


Birthdate
April 08


Faceclaim
Ville Valo



Appearance


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Wanting to be as comfortable as possible Allen wears black laced dress shirts, some are loose and others are average and he can never forget a tie. Whenever he feels like it he will put his beanie on sit down and read a good poetry book from under the counter when there aren't many customers in the mornings. (He doesn't get much of any sleep.) His eyes are almost cat like -they could stare at someone for hours, just to study one's body language.

The mascara brings out the grayish-green colors in his eyes. Though he doesn't put on as much as the next person but, still quite noticeable. Allen's skin is quite pale from the lack of sun. Well, he can't have too much fun in the sun with a weak skin barrier from dangerous waves coming down from the sun. He tends to ignore the fact and just stays indoors, reading his books.

The only jewelry he admits to wearing are; rings on all of his fingers, and a necklace that is mostly hidden beneath his clothing given to someone that is never spoken of around him. His hair covers up most of the sides of his face so, no one knows if there are any piercings in his ears and if he did he wouldn't tell you.


On the Inside


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So begins...

Allen B. Frazier's Story

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✖Montana✖
Wearing: Red jumper with black moustaches, black shorts, ripped stockings and black boots
At: Fangs For Coming
Time: About 1:30 in the afternoon

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Picking up her suitcase, she pushed the actual bag down until the long metal bars clicked into place. She then drew it behind her as she got out of the taxi. Glancing around, she had a good look at everyone on the street's face. If she was attacked she wanted a decent idea of what they looked like to tell the police. Walking to the back of the car, she waited until the cab driver opened the trunk before she took out her other suitcase, her duffel bag and her backpack. Everything she owned in four bags. How sad.
She thanked him, paid him and the driver sped off. Watching it dissapear around the corner, she looked up and down the street. She stuffed her hand into her red woolen jumper's pocket, fishing through until she found the slip of paper she'd written the address down on. Noting it, she checked the numbers on the building in front of her. Okay, so she wasn't far. Heading forwards, she counted down out loud before coming to a stop in front of a shop blaring with metal music. "Wait, this can't be right," she muttered. Walking in, she flicked her hair over her shoulder, looking around. There were a few shoppers browsing the gothic clothing and art. "Oooh," she whispered, walking over to a glass front cabinet that had a bunch of wrist cuffs and chokers. She grinned at one in particular; purple leather with silver studs and a dangling black bat charm. Checking the price tag, she fumbled through her backpack to find her purse. When she pulled out the money she needed, she stood up straight. Looking around, she saw a group of guys sitting behind the counter. Wheeling all of her bags over after having taken the choker out of the cabinet, she placed it and her money down. "I'd like this please," she said, smiling. Then she saw the taller guy. Scraggly dark hair, pasty skin and a cold stare. She stuttered for a second, stumbling backwards. "U-uh, j-you-- I," she spluttered. He looked like a serial killer!
She looked to the other gentlemen. One looked young, with dark, well kept hair, the other tall, tan and blonde. She decided to side step the frightening guy and speak to them. She began to walk towards them, but knocked over a rack of T-Shirts with her wheeled suitcase. She jumped as the metal clattered. She immediately went to pick it up and set it back in its place. "S-sorry," she muttered. Well, that was embarrassing. Making sure she didn't kill anything this time, she went towards the gentlemen again. "Um," she began, but with the commotion she made, she forgot what she was going to say. "Ah..." She patted the pockets of her black shorts then her jumper. "Oh right!" she cried, holding the slip of crumpled paper out. "Do you know where this is? I'm supposed to be moving there, but I don't know where it is." She made a face, adjusting her backpack. She sounded so Australian surrounded by Americans. Ugh.
Then she realised that she'd just told these complete strangers where she was going to live! And this was New York! People got mugged on the street in New York, who's to say they wouldn't go to her home?! She made a strange noise then leant across the counter to try and wrestle the piece of paper away from the blonde. "Can I just? I--." Her duffel bag was caught on something. She reached again, grabbing it. "I-- need this back!" she cried, accidentally kneeing the glass cabinet under the counter and cracking it. But she was freaking out. She'd never lived by herself, never left the country, yet here she was, giving her new adress to someone in New York! Jesus, she was so going to die.

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✖Montana✖
Wearing: Red jumper with black moustaches, black shorts, ripped stockings and black boots
At: Fangs For Coming
Time: About 1:35 in the afternoon

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Scowling, she felt her heart thud. This was it. The blonde guy was going to kill her. Right in the middle of a store. This was tragic. Maybe she would make the newspapers, though. That'd be cool. Wait, what was she talking about?! She didn't want to die! She started a stream of 'I'm sorry's before the blonde sat her down and asked if that was the address. "Y-Yeah," she muttered, looking sheepishly up at him. Welp, she'd have to call her new room mates and tell her she was dead.
Then he pointed to the stair case. Her eyes brightened and her smile blossomed. "Really?!" she cried, then leapt up to hug him, performing little bunny hops despite her luggage and the fact that she was clinging to him. "Yay! I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die! Thank you! I promise I'll pay for the counter!" With that, she let him go, fumbled with her bags and scrambled up the stairs. Pausing however, she looked back to the boy fixing up the glass and the other guy who was... was just terrifying. Gulping down her fright, she looked him in the eye. "Sorry, Mister," she said quickly, before clamberng up the stairs into the apartment.
It seemed friendly enough. She stood in a sort of entryway, the kitchen ahead of her, a much larger space to her left. Walking over there, she dumped her luggage on the couch. Now she realised she had zero idea as to where her room was. Um... There was supposed to be a female resident right? Maybe if she went to find her, she could help. Hoping she wasn't as pettrifying as the taller guy, as flambouyant as the shorter or as teasing as the blonde, she began to walk around the surprisingly large studio apartment. "Hello?" she called. "I-I'm the new room mate? Are you even home?"

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Steven finished up looking at the remainder of the shop, grumbling to himself he followed suit after the newbie, who knew what she'd do once she got up there. For all he knew, she would just dump her stuff onto the sofa, causing the cushions to go out of place and then result in him having to sort everything out because of her carelessness. Striding across the room, though executing his exit quite femininely, he reached the stairs and then placed one dainty hand on the hand rail. "If I'm not back in a hour," he called to Nicholas, "I've had a temper tantrum and won't be seen for the remainder of the day. If that is the case, good night, and feel free to pop any left over food in my room.... ON the counter this time though, not my floor,"
Bracing himself he began to climb the stairs, jumping the 13th one as he went. I don't know why I stay here... I mean look at this place... he looked around at the peeling, greyish stairwell that lead to the somewhat better looking apartment, though the thought didn't really settle his stomach. The moment I have enough money I'm moving out..simple as.

He reached the top of the stairs and turned the door handle, leading his way into the apartment. His fears were confirmed once his eyes settled on the dumped luggage and he sighed, rolling his eyes and waving his arms around again. "oh girl, seriously?" he strode across the room, not even looking at the newbie "first rule, no dumping," He picked up the luggage and held it at arms length (his expression that of he was holding a piece of rotten garbage) back to her, the first time his eyes had properly looked at her. "Is that understood?"

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#, as written by Naught



Allen B. Frazier
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"Focus on the Bright Side to notice there isn't one.."




Allen B. Frazier only slept when it was necessary, on the weekends he usually slept for a few good hours, it wasn't the matter of energy. He just didn't think he needed it. Waking up or staying up early was -what he thought- a important part of his day. He didn't know what would happen, all he knew was that someone was going to be added to the small bunch living here.

"What do I want to wear?" Saying that in a deep and soft tone, that even a mere mouse scattering around would not hear.

He stared into the wardrobe he himself grew all of the years he's lived in this world and chose the first thing hanging on the hanger. If one were to know him, they'd know what he wore wouldn't really be of a surprise. What makes him feel comfortable and what he feels the need to wear without caring if it's acceptable or not, is likely what he's going to be wearing.

Not bothering to look in the mirror he turned towards his rooms door and went out of the room. Walking down the hallway his feet touched it lightly because, he doesn't really drag his feet. Walking out of the apartment part of the building and down the stairs,"Good morning shop, how do you feel?" Yeah, telling a building how it felt wasn't in the ordinary but, even in deeper thought a building could grow old like a human being and die like one as well. So, he'd found it weird to ask, it was again ordinary.

Licking his lips as he lacked the feeling of nicotine in the morning, he'd have to go to the store sooner or later. Just not right now. Walking up to the double door entrance into the shop, he unlocked it so, that both of the doors either went from the outside to the inside or from the inside to the outside. Not even checking if they were right out not he walked to the front counter and grabbed a book from under the counter and started to read from it.

Looking up ever so often at the few customers looking and shopping around. "Welcome to Fangs." He'd say that every time he would hear the door open. Saying it softly but, it was enough for everyone that came into the shop to hear. Newcomers jumped, regulars smiled and greeted him back. After it became 1:30 he put up his book and said his welcome to the girl that just walked into the store. But, that was all of the attention he gave her before staring at the front door.

"Okay," He scanned the item and took the money given her the change,"Would you like a-" He was interrupted by her giving him a terrified look and back away. "Um, ma'am." As he held up the choker and the change she sidestepped him to talk to the other two; Nicholas and Steven. It didn't really offend him because, these type of things happened often. Well, it was nice to know people knew of his presence.

Hearing something crash he looked over his shoulder, he chuckled to himself as Steven went berserk and started to pick up the glass before turning to a costumer who was ready to check out. Hearing a sorry from the clumsy girl walking up the stairs, he nodded and said farewell to the costumer that just checked out. That must have been the new girl, since he just noticed her suitcases and such. He turned towards the front and laid his head on his folded hands waiting for the day to end.