closed: @bcnedaddy !! location: moonlight casino

❛ well if it isn't the big man on campus, ❜ barrett grinned, adorned in his uniform of a black button up and a pair of matching slacks, clapping his hands together theatrically upon seeing none other than jack. ❛ — the big ol' bone daddy himself has come to grace us with his presence. shit, look how dapper you are !! ❜ playing up the theatrics, barrett bowed at the hips and swung out his arm in a dramatic display of what could be mistaken for admiration, when to its core, it's mockery. standing upright once more, barrett stepped closer, a more threatening gleam intertwining with mischief in his eyes; ❛ what brings you here, mister jack-o-lantern ?? come to dabble in a harmless game or two of cards ?? ❜

barrett didn't really entertain house parties nowadays, not nearly as much as he did when he first arrived in evermore. in the beginning, it was some kind of coping mechanism; some distraction. luis and shona often came along, and it really just became a pissing contest on who could get the most numbers or the most fucks in one night, who would puke or get in a fight first... but now, barrett found himself seeking them out less and less and, more often than not, on his own. if anything, he continued to go because it sounded better to say he blacked out at a party than to say he blacked out alone in his room. so, here he was, too many drinks deep, and a looming anxiety gripping at his sternum.

maybe he was drunk, no — he definitely was drunk... but he could have sworn he saw some girl catch a flying bottle with a speed that wasn't even close to humane. like... super reflexes. blinking, his pupils blown out, barrett noticed, albeit delayed, that he had been staring at the girl and now she was laughing. at him ?? he wasn't sure, but he'd count on it. ❛ oh uh, yeah... that was sick. how you caught that, i mean... ❜ he pointed lazily with the hand still holding a half-full solo cup towards the bottle in her hand, offering her a loopy grin. ❛ — super speedy 'n shit.❜

closed starter @barreloftears location: rando house party

brooklyn knew she had to be cautious when exercising her power. she really felt like people really underestimated how hard it was to hide all of the super qualities when they came as natural as any normal qualities. it was....something she had to really think about and unfortunately she was not the thinker between her and her sisters. so sometimes she ran a little too fast or floated a little bit when she got excited; she was just a girl!

so of course when someone had asked her to go long at a house party she went long...and a little too fast. most of the people there were too out of it to notice but she swore someone had to have noticed how easily she caught whatever flying object they had thrown her way with ease. it didn't help that when she noticed she was being seen she had basically stopped in mid air for a moment. blushing like mad and coming back to the ground in a literal sense she let out an awkward laugh. "uhh..you didn't see any of that, right?"

❛ —since this is shona we're talking about... and the whole idea of even talking about who she is, or isn't, fucking skeeves me out, dude. it's like talking about my sister.❜ in a way, to barrett, it truly was. he didn't really support the whole shona and oz ordeal, in fact, he still found himself trying to talk her out of it despite the fact they lived together now... doing it partially for here sake, but on a stronger hand, for his own. leaving him alone with luis to fend for himself was a crime !! barrett watched as luis joined him on the counter, thunking his head a few more times against the cabinet hoping it would knock some of the boredom out of him but... to no avail. at luis's question, barrett lazily shrugged his shoulders; ❛ i don't know, man, maybe he just wanted to make sure it was all there ?? i got the fuck out of there once he did all that, though. i know boogie doesn't mess up orders... but i wasn't gonna stick around to find out if he finally had.❜

"Since when are you tryin' to be nice?" Luis pointed out with a scoff. Like being nice had ever gotten them anywhere, no need to start now. There was a part of Luis that was worried about Shona getting so close with Oz but more so because that meant they were less of a trio and more of a duo plus one...sometimes. The power dynamic had certainly changed but what was he gonna do about it? "You know 2007 was like before the internet, dude. 'Course they had nothin' better to do with their lives. They were all boring fucks." Putting his phone down on the counter after ordering, he jumped to sit next to it, feeling a gnawing in his stomach for something to do. He was getting restless. "Wait, why the fuck would he do that?" Even he knew that was out of the ordinary. Seemed sus.

barrett was deeply invested in some reddit thread he was reading on his phone, slouched so deeply into the couch he was sat upon that he was practically one with it. hearing shona's voice, barrett didn't lift his eyes up from his phone, only responding with a lazy ❛ hmm ??❜ so she knew he was somewhat listening. at the question, however, his head lifted and his brows furrowed; ❛ um, i'm inclined to say you because i'm really not trying to have my ass handed to me by boogie for putting my mitts on ya but... honestly ?? me. totally me...❜

@barreloftears //

Shona drummed her fingers off the table as the seconds dragged by. Gasping for some kind of distraction for the bordum creeping up inside her, she turned her attention to Barrett with a grin. "Hey shit for brains'-" shona called out, wondering what was going on inside of his strangely shaped head of his. "Who would win in a fight. Me or you?"

𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘

barrett olivares is based on barrel from the nightmare before christmas. he is a 25 year old cursed human, moonlight casino employee, and uses he/him pronouns. he has the power of temporary reanimation.

penned by HARPER

reflection

face claim: diego tinoco sexuality: bisexual height: 5'9" eye color: dark brown hair color: black piercings: ear lobes tattoos: snake on his forearm , mother & sister's death date in roman numerals on right collarbone.

attitude

positive traits: disciplined, resourceful, playful, private, industrious, bold negative traits: compulsive, devious, impatient, mischievous, paranoid, subservent likes: really loud music, horror movies, violence, cracking jokes at inappropriate times, the color black, pranks, meaningless sex, rooting for sports he knows nothing about, the smell of permanent markers dislikes: belts, the ocean, the sound of a door slamming, creaky floorboards, bright colors, talking about the past, the l-word, nightmares, when it's way too hot out, political figures phobias: thalassophobia - fear of the ocean or large bodies of water hobbies: breaking the law, loitering in the casino, trying to learn how to gamble but not being able to make sense of it, spending way too much time with temporary suitors and booze, sketching, trying to bring road kill back to life, trying desperately to forget the past but never being able to let go of it simultaneously, latching onto shona & luis. aesthetic: the sound of fist meeting drywall, the crack of a leather belt, wanting to understand love but not knowing where to start, an empty graveyard clouded by thick mist, black converse with blood-stained canvas, worn leather clubs, the sharpening of a knife against a piece of loose asphalt, manic laughter that echos down a dark alley, the sound of a dripping sink that won't stop fucking dripping

relations

mother:  daniela oliveras ( deceased ) father: matías oliveras ( deceased ) sibling(s): luciana oliveras ( deceased )

headcanons

barrett still hasn’t been able to fully process the trauma he had endured as a child, not yet seeing it as trauma but seeing it as his experience of NORMAL. he didn’t feel the need to tell other people about it, but hearing about the childhoods of other’s did lead to him questioning his own.

the man can often been seen engaging with violence simply to try and make sense of it. what was violence FOR ?? what purpose did it serve ?? did it represent love or a lack of it ?? 

he is beyond easy to manipulate, and a lot of that stems from the fact that he learned that not showing discipline results in consequence. that isn’t to say he isn’t notorious for breaking a law or two, but that is heavily because he operates doing what others tell him to… even if it isn’t legal. if they tell him to jump, he’ll say how high or… off what elevated surface. 

when the temptation to disobey orders passes through him, he is met with violent flashbacks of punishment he was faced with when he was younger, and so he prefers to simply take instructions and not question them. not out loud, at least. 

barrett doesn’t see love as something that should be desired, or sought out for, opting instead to question it when it’s presented and not trust it when it’s mentioned. he doesn’t understand it. if what his parents shared was love, why did his father do what he did ?? 

barrett can often be found binging horror movies in his free time, engaging with violence in a passive way to try and see if it’s the violence that bothers him or who inflicts it. nothing makes his skin pebble with goosebumps quite like the memories of his father… and he has yet to find a horror movie that truly spooks him.

luis and shona, though often the ones bossing him around, are two individuals that barrett would do anything for. cut off a finger? sure. rob a bank? okay. go to the ends of the earth? in record time. he has already lost one family, even if it was a broken one… he would be damned if it were to happen to him again.

barrett does not wear belts, and even the innocent removal of one is enough to send a crippling anxiety he couldn’t seem to shake pulsing through him. he opted to knot shoelaces around his waist to keep his pants up if absolutely necessary, often leaving him without ties for his shoes.

the man will happily busy himself with sex and booze and laughter in order to distract himself from the impending doom a moment of self-reflection would bring him, opting to cozy into the comfort of oblivion instead of focusing on the damage his memories always seemed to bring him.

barrett is terrified of large bodies of water — he will not walk within viewing distance of a lake or even a stream, the babbling of the smallest creek enough to make him lash out in terror. even a picture of one is enough to have him crawling into his shell. 

his reanimation talent is one he practices often, but he keeps it primarily to himself… unless he’s pulling a prank on someone to get some sort of distracting amusement out of them. outside of luis and shona, no one knows about the talents he possesses. or…. anything about him at all, for that matter.

❛ — well, ' cuddling up ' felt like a nicer way of saying fucking but if you want to get all technical about it, ❜ barrett scoffed, leaning back so his shoulders were resting on the cabinets above the counter, dropping his head back so the crown hit wood with a dull 'thud.' barrett drummed his palms on his thighs, exhaling heavily through his lips as he lulled his head to the side to look at luis, frowning; ❛ fuck crosswords. i thought sudokus were hard but those are even worse. was everyone just an albert einstein in 2007 or did they have nothing better to do with their lives ?? ❜ barrett rolled his head back, looking up at the ceiling, continuing to drum an uncoordinated rhythm on his thighs. ❛ it was weird the guy even gave me back the wrapping to begin with. usually i just... hand 'em off and they take their shit and go but, this dude unwrapped it and handed me back the newspaper. fuckin' weirdos.❜

As the phone got back to his hand, Luis glanced at it for one second before placing the order, planning on stealing plenty of Barrett's since he felt the need to order so much. "Cuddled up is one way to put it." There were some benefits to going that route, you got a lot of information during some rather vulnerable moments, but moving in together was a whole other step. One that made Luis pretty sure it wasn't just a strategy to keep herself safe. "That's so fuckin' stupid. A g word that has to do with parental units? Why not just say DNA or some shit. Genes sounds so dumb." But he did know that he should have known that. In between skipping class and making everyone's life a nightmare, he had attended some classes. You'd think something would have stuck. "Now you know how dumb crosswords are, they're only useful for wrapping deliveries, dude."

barrett sighed, obnoxiously lifting himself up so he was seated on the counter, pressing calloused palms against granite and leaning back into them. eyes widening, barrett caught the phone as it was launched at him, a grin invading his lips as he scrolled through to add some food of his own to the cart. half tempted to go overboard just to piss luis off, half tempted to order the same thing as him so he didn't have to think about it. barrett nodded in agreement about shona, handing the phone back and pointing a knowing finger; ❛ you're right. she did cuddle up to the boss man, though i'd argue if that was a "smart" decision or not.❜ in retrospect, barrett didn't think it was smart at all. in fact, it seemed like the most dangerous thing shona could have done... and that was saying a lot. ❛ no, dipshit. GENE. g-e-n-e like... hereditary. you're dna and shit. ❜

"Eh, sometimes I really doubt that." As far as Luis was concerned, the funniest in the group was clearly him. Barrett was funny sometimes but never on purpose, it was more of a laugh at him kind of situation. ( Not really but it was a brotherly kind of teasing ). Flipping him off right back, he finally landed on one of the options, scrolling through and putting a couple things in the cart before tossing the phone in Barrett's direction. "Get something. Not anything shitty." Grabbing the crossword from the counter, he read through the different clues and hints, immediately getting annoyed at how stupid it made him feel. "Me? The fuck are you talkin' about? The smart one's Shona but she's busy these days." Living with Oz and being all lovey dovey. Leaving the two of them in the dust while she's at it. "Gene? Like pants? That doesn't make any fuckin' sense."

barrett wasn't necessarily well-versed in the art of having healthy relationships with older men, let alone ones he was supposed to respect. DID respect. he shrugged off the man's comment about being glum, the awareness of his own expression making him only sink further into it. being referred to as family would normally be a comment that brought barrett piece of mind, but at the moment, it only seemed to rub salt in the room. ❛ of course, ❜ he replied, almost drone like, a well-trained and well-oiled cog in a machine. oz's machine. looking up, dark brows furrowed on barret's forehead, and whilst oz offered him an opportunity ... barrett wasn't going to take it without being instructed to do so. for all he knew, this could be a trap... and whilst oz was unlike his father in more ways than he was similar, that kind of fear didn't shake easy. ❛ no, it's fine, ❜ barrett assured, sweeping a dismissive hand across the space between them. ❛ whatever you want me to do, need me to do, it's fine. didn't mean to sound like i was complaining. ❜ god, he was such a spineless fuck when it came to sitting in this office but he couldn't help himself. it wasn't even like he could explain it — no one knew what had happened to him before he found this family in evermore, and barrett fully intended to keep it that way. ❛ i've only done a few small runs on my own at your request but... i'm not going to push to do anything more, boss. you just tell me where to be and when, and i'm there. ❜

"it was just a question barrett, no need to look so glum. have to make sure my family is taken care of, physically and mentally." oz smirked, though he wasn't lying, as the trio of misfits really became the closest to thing to blood. oz had long forgotten his own family, the one he had with the boys and shona was enough. even though barrett looked away oz's cold icy blues remained locked onto the others frame. "look, if you really want too you can meet the clients with luis. I can have Shona watch the floor if need be." though he knew his little witch could handle herself, he'd much rather throw himself in front of any danger before it reached shona. "It's up to you barrett, hell if this meeting goes well perhaps i'll start making luis your back up." the boogie man had little intentions of that ever happening, luis was quick and efficient enough. even better that he could drain someone mentally before things got physical, but he liked keeping barrett optimistic. besides barretts powers were far better suited for something much greater...

at the inquiry, barrett felt a lump rise in his throat, trying to swallow it back down as his adam's apple bobbed uncomfortably. he was comfortable being a smartass, piece of shit, no good mischief maker to everyone else... but OZ ?? he respected the man deeply, and feared him just as much. ❛ no, not distracted. sorry, boss. ❜ he apologized, clearing his throat, slouching down into his seat and reaching up to rub the back of his neck. he resisted the urge to wince upon hearing that luis was going to be the one out meeting with clients but... it was for the best. barrett didn't necessarily have the best track record in that department. the sound of oz's laughter sent a chill racing up the younger's spine, and he stiffened immediately in his seat, heavily avoiding eye contact; ❛ yeah, was just thinkin' ahead. you know me, always excited to get to the fun part.❜ it was an attempt at a joke, but it fell flat due to the discomfort that now radiated in barrett's chest. ❛ so, go be luis's backup and... watch the floor. and no gloves. i uh — i think i got it. ❜

"distracted today?" oz's eyes shifted from the paper work on his desk to barrett's gaze. now he remembered why he had luis on the ground floor dealing with the customers. the boogie man set his pen down, crossing his arms and leaning them against his desk. "Same as usual, luis will meet with our clients, i'll need you as back up. though i'm sure luis can handle himself, but if anything goes awry. well, you're the brawn. just stay on the casino floor tonight, watch from a distance until you feel needed." oz actually laughed, raising an inquisitive brow. "no, you're good. i think the gloves would give you away, yes?"

❛ i'm full of good laughs, luis. maybe if you got your head out of your ass you'd be able to hear just how funny i am,❜ taunted the other, drumming the heels of his hands on the man's countertop, eyes sparkling from the joy he felt from being an absolute nuisance at the expense of poor ol' luis. rolling his eyes, barrett flipped the other his middle finger before moving around the counter and towards the other who was scrolling on his phone. hopefully looking for food options. ❛ you seriously don't know a four letter word, that starts with g, that has to do with parental units ?? aren't you supposed to be the know it all ?? ❜ the man tried again, raising an expectant brow before huffing in defeat, pulling out his phone and googling it. ❛ gene. it's fucking gene. god damn it. ❜

Grabbing his phone from where it was charging on the counter, Luis pulled up one of those delivery apps, trying to find something cheap and easy before either one of them was back on the clock. "That's hilarious." He didn't even humor the idea that Barrett had even a single person he could text but maybe the guy took after Luis more than he thought. Good for him. "But let's be real, none of them are hotter than mine." There was no doubt in his eyes as he lifted them from the screen to meet Barrett's. Unless of course some of them were the same - but Luis didn't even want to think about that. No way they were pulling them same people. "What the fuck are you talking about? It's a crossword from 2007, dude, just look it up. You got any letters in there at all or is this the first clue and you're already fuckin' it up?"

drumming his palms on the bartop, barrett continued to look around the bar, his adhd on fully display as he grew a bit restless sitting in the stool even though it had only been a matter of seconds since he sat down. when she spoke back to him, his head turned, and his eyes seemed to sparkle at the offer; ❛ on the house, huh ?? did something tragic happen that i'm not aware of ?? ❜ not that there was much left for barrett to lose anyways. he wondered what would have steered her to offer him free shit. odd, but he wasn't going to turn it down. dragging his hands down his face, he drummed his fingers on his lips as he thought about the offer, glancing back at emily with a gleam in his eyes; ❛ whiskey coke works for me. i don't give a shit about which whiskey you use either — all do the same thing. ❜

emily looked to the guy in front of her with a small grin. she knew of barrett, she knew of his boss, and while the man he worked for tended to put her on edge, she had no ill-will towards barrett. he felt different. like a kid trying to play grown-up, which she needed to stop thinking because it wasn't like she was much older or doing much better. she just...recognized the sadness that lurked beneath his eyes. she had it too. "it is," she said in agreement, looking around and noticing the lull that has taken over the bar. "what can i get you, dear? it's on the house."

the mayor was one of barrett's many fascinations — and if there was one thing the boogie boy liked doing, it was pushing his buttons without the man even knowing he was the one pulling the strings. graffiti, spamming his email with chain letters, taping weird pictures of him everywhere... and stalking him to load up ammo into the mason-magazine so he was prepared to unload it anytime, anywhere. grinning at the man, barrett laughed, tucking his hands into his hoodie pockets. ❛ yeah man, sorry i almost tripped ya up there. it'd have been a horrible look if you just face planted on the concrete in broad daylight and busted your face open and shit, ❜ the younger teased, amusing himself as he looked in the direction mason was going, opting to not entertain the follow up comment so the other would sit up thinking about it when he tried to go to bed later. ❛ where were you heading off to, mister mayor ?? anywhere exciting ?? ❜

Mason winced slightly at the touch on his arm, half expecting anyone involved with Oz to be ready to hurt him, despite having literally no reason to believe that. He was the one that was suspicious of the other man; Oz Godfrey, for what it was worth, kept out of Mason's life, even if the mayor liked to poke his nose around places it didn't belong. Well — used to. It had been awhile since he'd focused on anything outside of his own life that was falling apart around him.

"Ah, of course," he nodded, immediately thinking that he should have just kept walking. Perhaps speaking, acknowledging his existence had been a mistake. He was still struggling to keep his professional demeanor, though he was doing better than he had been for the last... year? It helped he wasn't stumbling around town wasted. "Not at all, though I must say I am... not sure what you are implying."

❛ i've always known how to count, fuck face, ❜ barrett retorted, watching luis as he peered into his pathetically empty fridge, stomach giving a low growl at the thought of eating. barrett was always hungry — as if a lifetime of being hungry was catching up to him now that food was available and not some kind of luxury item. barrett smirked at luis, shrugging his shoulders; ❛ i've got people i can text, thank you VERY much, and i bet they're all hotter than whoever you got. ❜ the boogie boy watched luis as he sank against the counter, tilting his head to the side, observing the other but not pushing his curiosity on what was going on in his head. curiosity kills the cat or... gets barrett hit, apparently. ❛ excuse me for trying to protect the unspoken law that you shouldn't cheat on crossword puzzles.❜ it would be the one and only law barrett gave a fuck about- and naturally, it would be about a crossword puzzle that had been used to carry drugs for oz.

"So now you know how to count..." Luis muttered under his breath, surveying the sparse options for food he had currently. He had to go shopping but it was always the last thing on his list to do. "Bro, come on. I don't need a shower for that, I've got plenty of people I can text - unlike you." Letting the fridge door fall closed, he leaned back against the counter and sighed. He was antsy. That wasn't good for anyone. "What makes you think I give a fuck about cheatin'? Only suckers play by the rules."

❛ — woah, pump the hate breaks, and that was way more than four letters.❜ barrett huffed, swinging his feet so he was sitting normally on the couch now, pointing his pencil in the other's direction. ❛ i was bored. it's not my fault you went and did god knows what in that shower for the eternity you were in there. i hope you get good plumbing,❜ barrett huffed, pushing his weight up and off the couch, abandoning his crossword puzzle and pencil on the coffee table to join luis in his kitchen. ❛ googling it defeats the whole point, dumbass. that's called cheating. ❜

"Goddamn disappointment." Luis hadn't really been listening, he never really was when Barrett was talking to him but especially when they were talking about a fucking crossword. Tugging his shirt back over his head after the quick shower he'd taken, the cambion headed towards the fridge to find something to eat. "Why are you doin' that fuckin' thing anyway? Just Google it if you wanna know the answer."

closed starter: @faiirytalcs !! location: luis's place

❛ — man i hate these stupid things, ❜ barrett grumbled, sprawled out on the man's couch, the words muttered over a chewed up pencil that was situated between his teeth. ❛ — last delivery i made for oz was wrapped up in this newspaper and it has a crossword puzzle on it from 2007. you know a four letter word that starts with g that has to do with parental units ?? ❜

closed starter: @corpsebridc !! location: ursula's

barrett was no stranger to doing the wrong thing, but usually, the wrong thing didn't involve going to a bar and chatting up the pretty bartender in hope's that she might look past her hatred for his boss long enough to entertain conversation with him. barett was practically oz's shadow at this point, existing by and for the man, but sometimes... he remembered he was an independent adult who could make his own choices. even if they were bad ones. ❛ hey, ❜ the man greeted as he slid into one of the barstools, a bit of a childish eagerness to his words as he drummed his hands on the bar top, looking up at emily with an impish grin; ❛ — it's quiet in here, huh ?? ❜

barrett liked to stalk mason. okay, that sounded bad but... no, it was bad. he got an earful from luis and shona about the man enough to have enough ammunition to unload on him should he want to but, barrett liked to busy himself with matters that didn't revolve around the mayor of evermore. mason just reminded him too much of work, how unfortunate he was such an easy target.

too lazy to mask his presence from the other, barrett put himself right in the man's path. grinning at the elder, the boogie boy laughed, entirely unphased being run into; ❛ mason !! ❜ he greeted, patting the outside of the man's bicep like he was an old friend. ❛ fuck, am i glad to know we're on a first name basis. you know, i was worried i was going to have to get on my hands and knees and kiss your boots or something. my knees have seen it all, though i'm sure YOURS have seen worse — haven't they ?? ❜

LOCATION: evermore park FOR: @barreloftears

He tried to avoid Oz's crowd. He seemed to fail pretty terribly at it with Shona, and exceptionally badly with Luis, but there was one his path managed to steer clear of for the most part. He should know that eventually that would change, but he didn't imagine he would be running into him in the middle of his stroll through the park today — quite literally. "Oh, I'm sorry," he started, it had been his own fault for staring down at his phone without watching where he was going. But recognition set in before he could finish his apology, catching him off guard as his eyes were lifted to a face he'd really only seen in passing but knew of well. "Barrett. Hello."