LittleBirdie
BIRB I AM BIRB
??rendan "?ren" ?oveless?
"Oh, my weird is still showing."
Roleplayed By @GiannaCoco Rowan and Bren ~ Jokes, Piano Music, and that kid Pierce...
Bren and Ro met in music class when they started a friendly competition to see who could play better than who on the piano. Bren won, but he complemented Rowan on how great she already was. He offered to teach her some more and hopefully improve afterwards. Their friendship grew around their lessons together and their humor. Bren was the kid who made her laugh, and Ro was the kid that made him laugh. They hung out whenever they could, but there was always that Pierce kid that would take some time. Pierce and Bren were not on good terms at all, so Ro often stepped in to break up their stare downs and other childish fights.
THE "WE'RE OKAY" ~ "Eh, we're friend, and I guess we're cool."
@shygirl3 Abigail and Bren ~ My Big Sister
Charlotte asked Bren to pull a prank on Abigail because Char wanted Abby to "loosen up". Of course he agreed because anything for his dear partner in crime. His prank was quite messy, involving some "accidental" spilling of koolaid on her nice, white shirt. She was furious, but bren realized and tended to hang back. He respected her need for cleanliness and order. Bren felt like she was that unwanted big sister that always steered him out of trouble. She often tried to teach him the polite etiquette, but not everything worked. He didn't hate her and she didn't hate him. Although annoying, Bren found her quite endearing.
@Amaranthine Alex and Bren ~ The Joker and the Wallflower
Bren and Alex met when they shared a couple of classes together. He would tease her for being shy and a huge wallflower. She, however, did not feel comfortable at all about his teasing and often gave him the cold shoulder. If anything, she hated him. Bren had no idea of knowing her true attitude towards him despite keeping a brave face. They were aloof to each other as Alex had no real intent of being friends because of his rude manner.
@Sasil Adam and Bren ~ The Musical Troublemaker and the Joking Musician
Adam often wished he could get away with the small pranks Bren could. If anything, he found Bren hilarious and actually alright. Once, Bren found him playing the piano in the music room one day. He came out of his hiding place and complimented Adam on his skills. He truly thought he was a good musician, but Adam wanted no one, no soul, to know his talent. Thanks and a death threat was what Bren received, but he gladly kept his promise. If only Bren could get Adam to play more...
@FirePolaris Cole and Bren ~ Marching Band Kid Meets All-Star Soccer Kid
Cole and Bren met at a huge soccer tournament where he played with the marching band to cheer their team on. He met up with him when Cole commented on the band's performance. As a thank you, Bren jokingly started playing Rocky's Fight Song on the trumpet. Then after, he would always show up early to keep playing anything that the rest of the soccer team and mostly Cole suggested. They often met up afterwards and hung out. They were cool, but not exactly best of friends. It was a laugh having Bren around and Cole's laid back attitude. They were those sorta bro-friends.
THE "I WANT TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE, BUT I WON'T" ~ "Stop, don't talk, shhh. You look better with that mouth closed."
@Antlered punk Pierce and Bren ~ "I'm not trying to be class clown!"
Pierce and Bren didn't get along with each other much. There always seemed to be some inner tension and burning rivalry. Either one of them would had loved to punch the other in the face, but for the sake of their friends, they held back. Pierce was one of the kids that really pushed his patience. Bren and Pierce often butted heads for the title of class clown. Of course, Bren had no intention to do so, but that was what it often came to. Pierce hated him for his spot-light stealing pranks which he found intolertable, even though he often rang victorious. Poor Ro had to step in often to keep them from eating each other's throat.
?hy ?ew ?ork?
Bren was accepted + earned a scholarship in Juilliard School of music in NYC and decided to rent an apartment to pursue his dreams. He hopes to graduate and become a professional as well as a music teacher when he needs the money. Though extremely talented, Bren is afraid that he won't be able to make his dreams happen and end up like his parents. All he wants to do is play music, but he can't help but feel lonely. Hard work often doesn't come with friends in his field, but now that his friends are back, it's starting to make him wonder.
Brendan slept soundly in his small apartment, comforted by the two blankets cocooning him in warmth. They were pulled well over his head making him appear like a blue and white cloud of fluffy down blankets. His apartment did grow frigid in the winter months, especially since it was New York. Judging by his heavy breathing, there was no way that he was going to wake up anytime soon.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-
Hesitantly, a hand snaked out from under his covers to find his phone to turn off that damn beeping nuisance. He did not want to get up and leave his beautiful pillows and blankets to the freezing air of his apartment. No way in hell would he get up to leave. "Oh right, reunion.." He thought groggily. With that thought, Bren felt the need to get out of bed and meet his high school friends of whom he had not seen in years. With slow, painstaking movements, he exited his cocoon, turned off his alarm, and sauntered into his bathroom. Along the way he found a towel, and stripped to take a nice, warm shower.
"AH! That's c-cold," Bren suddenly cried out as he was jerked from his dreamy state by the cold water that rushed from the shower head. With a quick flick of the wrist, he managed to heat up the water to the perfect temperature. He left himself to dwell happily in the steam filled shower. After a few minutes of washing meticulously, Bren shut off the water and climbed out. He dried off quickly, brushed his teeth until they shone, and slipped on a pair of boxers in the small cabinet he kept in the already cramped bathroom. "What to wear..." He sighed loudly before going to his closet. "Definitely not that," he stated seeing a tiger-stripped jacket he brought while drunk before grabbing an oversized sweater, that belonged to a one-night stand with a guy from a bar. "Don't need to remember that, but his sweater was and still is nice. It's freezing outside," Bren said with a hint of sadness. He quickly shoved it away and grabbed a FOB t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a floppy beanie. Eager to cover up, everything was slipped on in record timing.
"Okay then," he mumbled as he reached to get a pair of wooly socks that were capable of sealing in heat. Bren sat down to pull them on as well as timberlands that did an awesome job of keeping snow out and sealing the warmth in. No cold toes for him. "Where's my wallet? Oh there it is!" Bren exclaimed grabbing it as well as his phone. "Glasses, right," he whispered putting them on.
"All set," he said grabbing a heavy woolen gray coat and a long scarf that was thick and covered his face. Bren grabbed his keys and walked out his apartment and to his car. The restaurant wasn't too far away, but Bren was not willing to freeze his ass off. His bottom was quite nice and he hoped to keep it. He warmed up the buggy as he turned the keys and backed out of his spot. The way to the cafe was pretty clogged up as NYC never sleeps. Lots of grunting and cursing eventually gave way to a clearer street.
A few minutes later, and he arrived at a cozy little place that opened early. He parked his car in a godsent spot from above. It was small, but the buggy was too. Bren locked the door as he got out, making sure a second time. He entered into the quaint space via a iron door that announced his arrival by tinkling bells. A chorus of different pitched hellos floated soothingly to his ears as he was welcomed to his friend's table.
"Just like old time's sake, huh? Oh got your nose!"
| Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone. Anthony Burgess |
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