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Suraj Das
26 years old, agender, they/them, restaurant employee, amateur movie maker
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logan8bentley:
“I mean I think there is a holiday most of the year right? So you can say it any time it does not have to only be like in December when a lot of the holidays are” he thought. But really people only used it the last month of the year for the most part. He also knew people that didn’t like the holiday part that it should be only about Christmas. That Logan didn’t think it mattered really happy Holidays was as good as any saying. “I think it don’t matter but with most I say you have to wait till December starts” he nodded. “Most don’t but I find it fun, some days have like many national days and some just have one” that’s what he didn’t get but still it was funny to see what random national day it was to him.
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Suraj nodded. "I know... plenty. But I'd rather say it when everyone else is saying it." It boiled down to that, when they would wish people happy holidays, they would be the center of attention. "It maybe also takes... the fun out of it... if you say it the whole year round."
They weren't sure what to answer, the person in front of them was clearly more used to talking, spun words easily and shared his opinion easily as well. Suraj instead spoke at intervals, tried to figure out when it was okay to speak, and usually fell silent when they didn't know what to add to something. Like now, just staring, attempting to formulate something but not finding words.
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shreycs:
Shreya shouldn’t have assumed much but she had–a very bad habit that she needed to work on breaking but still gave them a polite smile as she cleared her throat, telling them all about Remembrance Day and the significance it held. “So–since it’s November 11th, it just makes sense to decorate for Christmas after…you know?” The question about Starbucks had her laughing, but then–not everyone was a slave to the huge corporation the way Shreya was. “Ahh okay, that makes sense, but yeah they started that after Halloween,” she nodded before noting the way they said they understood the months. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more direct with what I said,” she murmured before nodding happily. “I’ve decorated the windows at my store, but my personal decorating hasn’t happened yet. I’m not sure if I should this year, what with my new kitten and all…”
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“Oh,” Suraj instantly felt a little bad. Perhaps because they were dumb? Though maybe just because they weren’t caught up on this different culture yet. Some things were still weird to them. “November 11th? Like Armistice Day?” Perhaps it was the same festival, but just a different name. “Do they remember the people who died during the wars?” they asked. If so, it could be the same one. The awkward tension stayed in their chest, they had hoped to make light of it with a joke, but they could see how that might be misunderstood. They should try to find a way to change the conversation... if only they were better at... talking.
“It’s okay,” they said, smiling. “That means I can start now,” they said. “What kind of store do you own?” They smiled a bit more at the mention of a kitten. “I like cats.” A great safe there.
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logan8bentley:
Logan was happy to do his job even if it was more, to keep him busy then he needed it job. He had money from his time in the PBR and was fine with that, and his money from working in the prison. So working at vets office to pretty much help out any way he could was fun to him he enjoyed it.
He had gotten off work, so changed since it was messy from a day of work with animals. But he had on jeans, random band shirt and his old PBR baseball hat. A normal look for him for sure. He had got food at his favorite burger place and was happy with his meal but had get back in line to get a shake. “Well” he said hearing the other speak.
“Any time, I mean what’s to say what is holiday or not?” he asked. “Like people got on vacation in summer that’s like a holiday right summer break?” he chuckled. “So you can say it any time, there is always some sort of holiday too” some famous big ones some random ones. “I have this app that tells me what national day it is everyday?” he smiled “Like did you know it was national bifocal glasses awareness day?” it was random, not really a holiday but it was it’s own day and it was some what the same.
Suraj blinked a few times, confused by the difference between holiday and vacation, or there not being any. It didn’t answer their question however, if they were saying ‘happy holidays’ to people all year, people would probably look at him weird. “And... for the holidays like Christmas? Don’t people usually start wishing people happy holidays because of that holiday in particular?” The holiday and the free time they got with it. Or well, most people.
“I didn’t know,” they said. Half of the time they didn’t know what date it was, just when they needed to start working.
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violetmill:
Violet was waiting for her food to arrive, she had just finished work and was starving. She didn’t eat breakfast, waking up a bit late, and the day was slower than usual. They wanted to head to McDonald’s or Wendy’s but instead she decided on Roxy’s. It was closest. They also were essentially the same thing, right?
Burgers.
Upon hearing what seemed like a question to nobody in particular, Violet turned around in her seat to look at them, “I’d say beginning of December. But then you got those crazy people who say it at the beginning of November, too. And it’s like, no, Halloween just ended. Stop.”
“Start of November sounds really early, two more months until Christmas... I’d rather be playing it safe and say it at the same time as most people,” they said. Suraj wasn’t about to put themselves in the spotlight by being a weird person. They kept most of what made them too different to themselves. “Isn’t the first of November also a holiday?” they asked. Their parents had attempted sometimes to be more... international. Suraj had gone to an English school, only speaking Hindi at home, they had even been taught Latin - which turned out to be pretty useless since they didn’t want to be a doctor. But the holidays aside from Christmas hadn’t really come through.
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kenhayes:
Since opening five years ago, Kennedy could tell you proudly that there wasn’t ever an empty seat except at closing at opening, but then she wouldn’t because she wouldn’t want you to assume she was bragging. She didn’t recognize the face in front of her, but Kennedy did love meeting new people, especially those that had found themselves in Vancouver. “Thank you,” She practically beamed at the words, unable to help herself but look around the lounge with a maternal sort of adoration. “I’m Kennedy–owner, chef. Of here. Mecca.” She gestured vaguely indicating the entire space around them. “First time?”
Keeping themselves from uttering orange juice had been the right call, when she acknowledged to being the owner, Suraj felt a little... extra awkward. You didn’t tell the owner anything bad, that was the rule. if you met the owner: the place you visited was the best place. Their mother had always taught them that there was nothing better than kindness: nothing better than flattery. Sadly, despite her lessons, they weren’t the most... confident in giving compliments. “Oh, cool,” they said, clearly having no idea how to handle themselves. “Uhm, yes, first time,” they said. “I’m trying to go more places I haven’t been before.” Branching out, trying to be less introverted. It was working so far, they were actually meeting people beyond those who came to Roxy Burgers.
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brraxtcn:
“ pinkish. for sure, for sure, that makes more sense. ” KIND OF. more sense than he would have made. he bends at the knees, eyes squinting as he examined the lipsticks in front of them until he lined up with the pinkish ones. “ should i just close my eyes and , you wanna count to ten maybe ? and i’ll just grab the one i land on ? that way if she doesn’t like it, i’ll say you picked it out. ” he’s joking. KIND OF.
Suraj chuckled. “It doesn’t, does it?” They asked, awkwardly. But truly, they hadn’t made their mind up about it either, matte could mean so many things. They were giving too much thought to it all, overthinking it. “Uhm, as long as I don’t know her, I’ll be fine with being the scapegoat,” they said in return. “If I do know here, I won’t think twice about throwing you into the fire.” They also bend down, taking a look at the far too many options. “Why do they need so many of them? Aren’t they all the same colour?” Good thing they didn’t aspire to becoming a cinematographer.
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shreycs:
Shreya did her best not to indulge in unhealthy foods but every so often–that craving hit and when it did, she was barely able to suppress it. That was how she found herself at Roxy Burger tonight, indulging in a good old greasy burger along with some very good fries. She was alone and while for some dining solo was a thing of awkwardness, it wasn’t that way with her. She’d always have a book on hand to keep her company and while she had one even today–the grease from the burger made it a little hard to flip through the pages and so she kept it safely tucked away.
Instead, she allowed herself to people gaze and was doing that when she spotted someone who also seemed to be dining solo. At their question, she found it hard not to jump in and answer as well. “Personally…after Remembrance Day, I start saying it. Actually…from the moment Starbucks has their holiday cups and drinks I think it’s appropriate to start saying it.” Shreya absolutely loved Christmas and luckily had been celebrating a version of it since childhood with her family. “But if you want to hold off–maybe from the beginning of December?”
Suraj blinked a few times, they had not been keeping up with Canadian holidays, or Western holidays in general. They’d seen Hollywood movies, but they still had trouble wrapping their head around the fact that Christmas was three days. Or one evening and two days. And not 25 like that song. “When and what is Remembrance day?” they asked. More importantly: had it passed already. “Has the Starbucks already started doing that? I haven’t been in months, it’s far too expensive.” Even though Suraj made good money with their job, most of that went back to their family or into their savings for a future movie.
“The months I know,” Suraj said, their attempt at a joke. As if saying: see, I’m not completely lost. They grinned. “Start of December might be the safest bet.”
#//I am European so I know neither of those days x)#//but google knows so now I think I'm enlightened#thread.shreya
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sadiexsharpe:
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location: roxy burger
“Alright,” she wiped her hands down the length of her apron as she finished making them milkshake. “the first one to get a brain freeze has to wash the dishes tonight,” it was just the two of them on a closing shift at Roxy Burger for the evening. With the last few patrons finishing up, Sadie brought it upon herself to bring some fun to the last while of their shift. “What do you say?” She questioned them, setting the shake down between them, plopping two straws into the chocolatey goodness.
Suraj chuckled, certain they were going to be the first one who couldn’t continue to keep up the ruse. “You’re on,” they said, with more confidence than the situation required. They weren’t that great at the confidence part, but it got easier the longer they knew people, the more they hung out with people, the more comfortable they felt. “If I do lose, you will stay with me while I do that boring chore, right?” they asked.
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kenhayes:
Mecca Bar & Lounge, OPEN TO ALL, @vancitystarters
She’d agreed to take a break–at least one day off for the holiday. Kennedy had resisted popping back into Mecca for at least 4 hours. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her employees…Mecca was her second home. “Hi there! Are you enjoying yourself?” She couldn’t help but ask, the giddiness having never subsided in five years since opening, her customers were her top priority.
Suraj always felt awkward in bars and lounges, mostly because there seemed to be a general consensus that people should be drinking alcohol. Now, for a fact they knew that if you didn’t, nobody would judge you or look at you weirdly. Or at least most people wouldn’t. But Suraj still felt awkward, if only because they worried too much about what people thought to start with. They bit their lip as they looked at the menu, trying to decide between orange juice and water. Hard call. When someone addressed them, Suraj almost uttered orange juice and hoped it was the correct answer. Instead they got an all together different question. “Uhm, yes, it’s a nice place,” they said kindly.
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status: open ( @vancitystarters )
location: Roxy Burger
Suraj took a deep breath as they pushed their work shirt into a bag and head back into the restaurant. They had finished work and given their boss their schedule for the coming month - the holiday season was always a great time for them to make a lot of money since they didn’t celebrate Christmas and their new year was in March/April (it varied).
So the prospect of earning a bit of extra money had them smiling as they walked through the place. In a sense they shared everyone’s holiday cheer. Though for different capitalist reasons.
They took a spot near the window and ordered some fries and coffee. “When can you start saying happy holidays to people?” they asked out loud.
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rhymedreasons:
open: @vancitystarters
location: any bar with darts or pool table
“Ten dollars says you can’t make it a clean shot to end the game…how about the money and another round of drinks? Add in whatever you want, it’ll never go straight.”
Suraj blinked a few times, given how badly they’d been playing this game - and also since they didn’t really understand the rules - that seemed like betting on a losing game. “Uhm... feels like I’m setting myself up for disaster... I don’t think I have ten dollars.” Maybe five, at best.
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brraxtcn:
open starter. located anywhere.
@vancitystarters
HIS CELL PHONE NOTES ARE pulled up on his phone , wrinkled brows looking in confusion as a shopping basket filled with miscellaneous items is held in his hand. if it weren’t obvious by the plethora of feminine products surrounding an energy drink, he wasn’t just shopping for himself. “ is matte lipstick -, ” hopeless, he begins to speak to the person closest to him, “ that’s, that’s like nude lipstick right ? or is that a purple ? ”
Suraj wished there was just one brand of everything so they didn’t have to look at things five times before reaching a decision. Their wallet told them to get the cheapest one, internet told them to get something in between, and their brain had them reaching for the one with the best design. They looked up from their douche gel search and blinked a few times. “Matte?” They bit their lip in confusion, and a little awkward at the word ‘nude’. “Uhm, I think it’s like... a colour, maybe a... lip-coloured lipstick. Link... pinkish?”
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What is your type?
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NAME; Suraj Das
AGE; 26
GENDER; Agender
PRONOUNS; they/them
RESIDENTIAL AREA; Gastown
OCCUPATION; employee at Roxy Burgers
LENGHT OF TIME IN VANCOUVER; 2 years (december 2020)
FAMILY; Manitha & Navjat Das (parents), Chinmayi, Prahi, & Kintan Das (siblings)
RELIGION; Hindu
HEIGHT; 1.74m
CLOTHING STYLE; loose white shirts often in beige colours, light pantalon pants or jeans, with second-hand beat-up sneakers.
EDUCATION; high school, 2 semesters at UCLA
LANGUAGES: marathi, hindi, english, latin (purely reading/writing)
ALIGNMENT; lawful good
FACECLAIM: Vihaan Samat
BIOGRAPHY (tldr;) illegal immigration tw
Suraj always wanted to become a filmmaker, but born in India, it was always combined with the American Dream. They left for Los Angeles to attend UCLA, but didn’t make it through more than a single semester before working in an Indian restaurant took up all their time. Their visa ended, and alike many other employees there, they were stuck. Eventually they got out, when the owner was put in jail and the employees were compensated. Suraj ran off to Canada instead of staying and attempting school again, taking a job there and letting go of their dream in order to continue to send money back to their family
PERSONALITY;
Suraj is a huge introvert, though they can completely change when they’re directing. They love being behind the screens, and they have some strange need for control, wanting to be on top of things. They used to be more outgoing and expressive, but the ordeal they’ve gone through in LA has pushed them back into a protective shell. They tend to stick to the background and hate conflict, so they over-act when it comes to kindness.
WANTED CONNECTIONS;
Platonic;
Friends
Colleagues TAKEN BY SADIE
People who come and eat at Roxy
Fellow movie makers
Fellow movie lovers
Actors they can work with
Neighbours at Gastown
Roommates
Romantic;
People who flirt with them so they can be AWKWARD about it
Someone who has attempted to date them and realised Suraj didn’t get the hint, at all.
Other;
Someone to help Suraj discover they’re Ace. TAKEN
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