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</div><b>Name:</b>William Lawrence<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, USA.<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Wednesday, 7th of July, 2021.<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Backyard/Breakfast area<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Gray shirt, black jeans, sneakers.<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>No one<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Brook Allen (<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a>).<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">William chuckled along when Brook giggled. It was true that he had a bit of a headstart, knowing more about her than she knew about him, but that was not what made him chuckle. What truly made him chuckle was the very sound of her voice when she let such a joyous voice loose. His left elbow was planted onto the table and he rested his chin into his palm, with index finger extended and stretched up to his temple, listening carefully to every word she uttered. Everything up until this point made her, for the lack of a better term, cute. She was beautiful, no doubts about it, gorgeous if he was truly honest with himself... but it was her behavior that separated her from the rest of the group. There were solemn Islanders, there were adventurous, cheerful, daring even... and then there was Brook. What a marvelous girl.<br/>
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But William, poor William... he harbored no delusions that a single break might ease her heavy heart, and he wondered how long her throbs might last. Was he even the right person to do so? Well, he was here, a chance was given, so he will use the most malicious intent and tool at his disposal to alleviate her pain... he will try to make her laugh.<br/>
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"Oh that is going to be a bummer of a story." he chuckled, looking into the glass and the residue that the orange juice leaves as it swirls inside of it, perpetuating this grand little lie that the juice might be something more thought-provoking "I was born in Los Angeles, roughly two years after my parents came to live there. My father is a lawyer and insisted that I continue that tradition. Can you imagine? William Lawrence, attorney at law. The pun would make every client run away." He laughed, grabbing a fork and looking at the plate, deciding to stab a rather scrumptious piece of cheese.<br/>
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"Nothing came of it, I had no interest in law, much to father's disapproval, and decided to pursue an interest in literature! Writing more specifically." Will continued, speaking words rather softly, inviting her to keep her attention towards him while he was swinging his fork left and right and not toward nearby tables "After high school, I decided to pursue it further and then..." he paused, raising his fork, widening his eyes "I wrote my very first book! An absolutely tear-jerking fanfiction love story spread on hundred and twenty pages that some of the most illustrious critics of our time would deem 'What the hell is this and why did you tell me to read it?'. They weren't joking, it was truly a tear-jerking story.. in a sense, you cry for the moment when you didn't know it existed. And the... critic was my English literature professor who still hates me to this day." he chuckled again, lowering the fork and stabbing a piece of ham, adding on top of the cheese "Naturally, my idea of making it as a One-Hit Wonder like Harper Lee did with 'To kill a Mockingbird' failed spectacularly, so I changed my direction slightly toward journalism. I still have the book, though. Unpublished, kept at bay from the world like the Pandora's Box, never to be unleashed upon the poor, unsuspecting world."<br/>
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"I did get the job, though, after I graduated." he mused "Local paper was grabbing interns to do some pro-bono work. After about a year, I was offered a job which was... a glorified 'grab my notes' errand boy. Eventually, bit by bit I got better at writing and became active writer for the paper. It's mostly about some local news. Dog pageants, local neighbor carnivals, who broke the sausage-eating record, who is the new winner of Miss Teen California. Stuff like that." he smiled toward Brook, leaning the fork down and stabbing green olive, adding to the existing little stack onto the fork. <br/>
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"But I don't think anything that you said it so small. I've seen a lot worse people trying to do more and amount for nothing. Do you know how I know that what you did so far is worth the effort?" he smiled widely "Because you said 'it's fun'. You cannot begin to comprehend just how different you can become by doing what you love, rather than to be stuck in some rott for the sake of base necessity. So, if it is not too much to ask..." he extended his fork and offered the stacked bite of cheese, ham, and olive for Brook to bite onto if she so wished "I would like for you to think a bit higher of yourself. Maybe a smidge of pride in those accomplishments wouldn't hurt."​</div>