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luciasā:Ā
Ā Ā lucia was in a foul mood, not only did she and her boyfriend break up not two days ago, but her mother and father have been hounding her to come back home to the big apple. so to cheer herself up, she was at the grocery store with a shopping cart full of booze, frozen meals, ice cream and junk food - she was going to lock herself up in her room just for 2 days and then she was going to go out on the biggest night out and hopefully not go home for like, a fucking week. as she turned on to the next isle to pick up some cherry dr pepper, she saw the oh so familiar frame of her ex boyfriend. turning her back on him, she lifted up the hood on her hoodie - in hopes that he wouldnāt recognise her. she just want in the mood to talk to him.Ā Ā @parkersfmā
pissed off is his default mood, which is most prominent whenever he and lucia are fighting. the longer it goes on, the more sullen and terse he gets. two days after she broke up with him and swore that it was for good, he was stomping around the local grocery store after a shift at the garage, where several of his coworkers complained about his mood. he was planning to pick up a six pack of beer, hoping that it would ease the now - familiar sting of spending another night moping at home by himself. he didnāt have a cart or a basket hindering his movements, so parker was surprised when he reached the beverage aisle and almost immediately collided with another patron.Ā āfuck.ā he took a step back and almost apologized, but when he spotted a lock of blonde hair slipping out from beneath a hoodie he was almost certain once belonged to him, he instead folded his arms and huffed.Ā āthat other store is closer to your place.ā but it doesnāt stock cherry dr. pepper, he remembers, and then grimaces at his fucking sentimentality.
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The best thing about his job? The silence;Ā the deafening, prolonged, sweet silence. The bookshop on Elm relatively forgotten (or so it appears to Archie) allowing him the freedom to lounge against a bookshelf at any given hour ā¦ reading BaldwinĀ in favor of getting any actual work done. A stale cup of coffee cooling at his side. Luckily, old Mrs. Langley doesnāt seem to mind; truthfully, sheād seemed surprised when heād requested a job to begin with.Ā āWe donāt get many customers these days,ā Sheād explained hesitantly,Ā āWhat with all the social media. Your generation would prefer to twitterĀ than read a classic, it seems.ā Archie being the exception, of course. Though, he keeps busy all the same ā¦ alphabetizing, and dusting, and rearranging the aisles; occasionally, making Mrs. Langley lunch when her hip begins to particularly ache (the old woman living just above the store.) And though heās only just convinced the woman that payment in the form of butterscotch candy is not acceptable ā¦ itās the ideal work environment. Archie often preferring solitude. Which is why he all but jumps (understandably so) as heās suddenly face to face with another; his first logical thought going to ghosts. Though, he supposes a customer would make more sense.Ā āShit āā Archie swears eloquently, his coffee cup tipping as he attempts to scramble up from the floor; a brown puddle beginning to form beneath his feet. And with that, he cards a hand through his already disheveled hair.Ā āFuck. Can I ā sorry. Can I help you?ā He questions.Ā āHavenāt had to do this whole ā customer service thing yet. So, yāknow. Excuse the āā Archie trails off with a glance over his shoulder.Ā āAnyways. Were you looking for anything specific?ā He pauses.Ā āā If youāre here about the late bills, Mrs. Lang swore sheād mail the money in by Tuesday.āĀ Ā
he walks in with his standard issue coveralls rolled down to his waist, the old garbage t - shirt heās wearing underneath stained with motor oil and damp with sweat. heās tried several other shops along this particular stretch of elm street and so far none have been able to fulfill his ( admittedly peculiar ) request. if no one in the area has what heās looking for, then heāll have to trek all the way back to the shop ( across town ), come back, finish up his task, and then go back to the shop again. thinking of how tedious it would be keeps him rooted in place in front of the cash register at the bookshop after he realizes whoās standing on the other side.Ā āgot a car with a dead battery.ā parker pressed his forearms onto the counter in front of him and sighed.Ā āyou keep jumper cables in your trunk?ā from the look of him ( and from what little he knows about the guy ), parker assumes that heās either going to get a no or an expression of complete bewilderment followed up by a no, but he decides that the slim chance that he wonāt have to go all the way back to the shop to retrieve one of their sets of jumper cables makes asking anyway worth the effort.Ā
#ā¢ Ā Ā / Ā Ā FILED UNDER: Ā Ā parker Ā Ā ā Ā Ā interactions.#archiefms#archie sweetie i'm so sorry
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[ charles melton, cis male, twenty-six ] did you see RILEY PARKER? looking as broke as ever. rumor has it HE is usually -CHOLERIC and -REFRACTORY but is also known to be +INDIVIDUALISTIC and +BOLD. weāll see about that. they kind of remind me of BAND TEES STAINED WITH MOTOR OIL, GREASY DINER FOOD AT THREE IN THE MORNING, SPITTING BLOOD INTO THE BATHROOM SINK AT AN UNDERGROUND PUNK CLUB. maybe because theyāre an AQUARIUS. theyāve been living around here for TWO YEARS. i wonder when theyāll make it outā¦ [ sam, 23, she/her, est ]
it is i, sam, here with the emo cousin who was born rich, but isnāt anymore. details are under the cut and feel free to message me if you would like to plot!
STATS
FULL NAME: riley ignatius parker-worthington
NICKNAMES: literally everyone calls him parker and most people donāt even know that it isnāt his first name.
GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis male + he / him
DOB + AGE: january 31st, 1994 + twenty - six
ZODIAC: aquarius
HOMETOWN: alderley edge, cheshire, uk
OCCUPATION: auto mechanic
FUN FACTS: he has a tongue piercing + has a pet rottweiler puppy named heroin bob.
HISTORY
riley ignatius parker - worthington was born and raised in alderley edge, a small and affluent village in englandās northwestern county of cheshire. heās the youngest of four boys, so he has three older brothers.
his family, the parker - worthingtons, are one of the richest in not only the uk or england, but the entire northern hemisphere. throughout a history that spans over 150 years, the family business which began as a small architectural firm expanded its reach to areas such as real estate, banking, oil, and mechanical engineering and is worth approximately 60 billion usd.
he was under constant guard at worthington manor, but not by his parents. raised by nannies and educated by private tutors, he went through most of his childhood prohibited from leaving the property and training to one day occupy a prestigious spot in the family company.
it was a very sheltered life and he rebelled against it from the start. being the unplanned child ( along with his twin brother ), his parents went through the motions of hiring private tutors and grooming him to be a successful businessman, but he was still quite young when he figured it out : they didnāt really care. their eldest sons were already the heirs, primed and eager to carry on their legacy of wealth and power. their youngest sons were simply the spares, and they were treated as such all their lives.
he began acting out the moment he realized it, refusing to participate in a game that would always be rigged against him. his parents viewed him as a problem? fine. he could be a problem.
he was kicked out boarding school ( several times ), he got a sketchy back alley tattoo, he was failing every single one of his classes, and the only thing he showed any real interest in was music. he had been taking piano lessons since before he could even reach the pedals and had a natural talent for it. his instructor ( the only adult he ever really liked ) actually believed that he could become an accomplished classical concert pianist, and he wasnāt necessarily uninterested in that path...until he discovered punk music at the age of sixteen.Ā Ā
he was seventeen and attending boarding school in switzerland when he snuck off campus one night and never came back. he went to seattle, los angeles, new york city, houston, miami, and several much smaller dots on the map. his parents cut him off when he ran away from home, so with the sleek black card in his wallet suddenly rendered completely useless, he had to learn how to fend for himself and he did. he worked several odd jobs in order to pay for courses in auto mechanics, he bought a motorcycle, and he learned how to how to cook, clean, and take care of basic household issues like leaky faucets and squeaky hinges.Ā
settled in crawford about two years ago on a whim. he works as an auto mechanic at a local shop, but he also does some freelance handyman stuff on the side and even makes some money from paid gigs with his band every once in a while.
PERSONALITY
has this very intentional standoffish, stoic, donāt fuck with me vibe, but...heāll also hold the door open for a total stranger and help an old lady cross the street.Ā
guarded. his bandmates wc wink wink are probably his closest friends and two of the very few people he would admit to caring for. his parents never said the words i love you to him. no, not even once.
will say exactly what heās thinking. he doesnāt coddle anyone and he wonāt lie to spare anyoneās feelings either. if someone fucked up, then heās going to tell them so, but itās usually out of an honest desire to help rather than rubbing someoneās mistake in their face.Ā
stubbornly independent. would rather struggle in silence than ask for help.
never under any circumstances will he talk about his family, especially his parents.Ā
EXTRAS
has the thickest, most posh british accent.
pretends like his favorite beverage is jack daniels whiskey when itās actually the quintessential british cup of tea ( he doesnāt even drink coffee because he doesnāt like it ).
fluent in english and korean ( although heās really rusty ) & knows some german.
he literally never watched movies or television growing up so 100% of throwback pop culture references will fly right over his head.
has a pet rottweiler puppy named heroin bob ( harry for short ).
his motorcycle is a norton that he basically built from scratch all by himself so itās his child and he is very protective.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
his bandmates / roommates *Ā wc on the mainĀ seeking bassist!
his messy on / off relationship *Ā wc on the main
cousins ( heās half korean and half white for reference )
friends
party friends who can only stand each other when drunk
clients ( either at the auto body shop or his freelance handyman work )
former bandmates maybe
ex friends / enemies
these are just a few base ideas and iām open to brainstorming other things!
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What's your first language? :)
Talking shit
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making a playlist for my funeral because i donāt trust anyone else to be in charge of the music
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you fucked up
idk what youāre referring to but probably
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look ā¦ im no expert ā¦but i think the feeling of pressing a hot cup of tea to your cheek and having the warmth bleed onto your skin is, likeā¦ it. you know what i mean
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