but I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait i'm so afraid i sealed my fate dependent mumu blog for @ciderpointhq penned and loved by theo.
finally getting a break from the chaos inside lex stood leant up against the front of grand royale. the night so far had been a hell scape and thus she left her juul in her purse and opted for her emergency cigarettes. " no you're right, you were very kind to wait for me to go on break to ask me for drinks after my shift. it would be completely unprofessional to respond while i was behind the bar, but unfortunately I already have someone meeting me for drinks when i clock out. " the girl groaned at the man who had followed her out to continue flirting with her. a moment of peace was all she fucking asked for. taking a long drag of the roll, eyes scanning over the others outside, lex gently grabbed the nearest persons arm and pulled them to her side. " isn't that right? absolutely buzzing for our meet up for drinks after my shift. "
okay maybe there was something about having a kid who was old enough to watch themself, now. and that something, emerson thinks, is the ability to spend the night at grand royale instead of looking for a babysitter. but there was still something about a nightclub. perhaps it was his lack of experience in them, but he slips out at some point in the night to take in fresh summer air and to smoke, a not so uncommon indulgence. he's leaning against the brick wall, considering just dipping for the night as perhaps, boring as that made him sound. he's basically decided it, ready to drop his cigarette to the ground, stomp it out, settle his tab and leave, but there's a hand around his bicep suddenly, and he's being tugged. he takes a moment, blinks, and then realizes what's happening, so he nods isntead, in what he hopes is an assured way, stands straight, a little taller once he knows what he's wanted for "oh i'm buzzed alright, practically vibrating with excitement," he stops, dies out his cigarette beneath his shoe, moves to unhand his arm, wrapping it around her shoulders. "i've been thinking about drinks and some time with this one all day."
malini's staring down an old, innocent-looking couple who have been lollygagging around the store for too long. the woman has a trench-coat on in the middle of july while the man is rocking a fedora. a lightbulb switches on; thieves ! thieves flashes in bright neon pink in her mind over and over. she stalks them as one would a prey ; walking through the isles, hiding behind hangers full of clothes. she squats down, walking like a crab when her shoulder bumps into someone's leg. head whips up, her voice a mere whisper. “ they're stealing, right? can you see them? ”
lois and found was much more viennas vibe. he liked shopping, but not nearly as much as she did, and that's kind of why he was here, a surprise gift after completeing her summer course, but once he was inside, flipping through racks and shelves of vintage finds he found himself a little lost in it all. he's mostly trying to figure out where to begin or maybe, should he stop and regroup, but then he notices the worker...what was it she was doing, anyway? she disappears behind a rack of clothes and he tries to refocus, what would vienna like? only, there's a thump against his leg, enough for him to care, this time and then, his eyes follow the couple she's suspicious of and yeah okay. "oh, they're certaintly stealing. are you supposed to...stop them?"
open starter ─── located amongst the back tables of the taproom, amidst the faint buzzing of lightbulbs and chatter all around. (@ciderstarters)
he wasn't usually like this: outgoing, reaching towards the attention of neither strangers nor familiar faces, usually opting for the solace of an independent post-work drink. but, something about tonight, mixed with the allure of liquid courage seemed to spark something different within desmond. not to mention, he'd been privy to a first (maybe second?) date, all abysmally awkward, hurdling towards the inevitable dumpster fire — he just needed to recap with someone, hopefully another who also bore witness to a painful exchange. " did you hear that? " his head, ducked, shielding his lips behind the view of his glass, " something about meeting his family, or whatever. she didn't seem into that at all. yeesh, this is probably their last date. "
emerson wouldn't say he's the most social, though he's gotten better with age and confidence. after having a kid at sixteen his social life kind of took a pause, surronding more around playdates than actual dates. he'd found his footing, somewhere in his very early twenties, in college and even more now, closer to thirty five than he's willing to admit. vienna is sixteen and so independent it feels daunting, especially here in cider point, pushing him out the door after twenty fours on the clock, telling him to live a little. so here he was, doing just that. two beers in and he promises he's not listening to the disaster of a date within earshot until des is pointing it out, too. "oh, if i didn't find it so fuckin' funny i'd feel sorry for him," he shrugs, takes a drink from his beer, "glad i'm not in his shoes because ouch."
➶-͙˚ ༘✶ do you hear WILLING AND ABLE BY NOAH KAHAN playing? oh, that must be EMERSON ROCKWELL breezing by. i don't know if you recognize them, but they look like DAVID CORENSWET to me. i heard that HE has been in town for THREE YEARS, which is crazy considering they are THIRTY-FOUR years old. yeah, they live over on OCEAN AVENUE, and i heard that they work as a FIREFIGHTER/EMT ( IN TOWN ). i love that they remind me of ESPRESSO SHOTS IN THE MID-AFTERNOON THE SCENT OF WARM WOODY COLOGNE AND ANTISEPTIC, BLUE UNIFORMS AND DESIGNER SUITS, COUNTRY DRAWLS AND STRESS-INDUCED SMOKING BASEBALL CAP COLLECTIONS, LEGO ON DISPLAY, & FLASHING RED LIGHTS but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is LEAN ON ME in the queue?
biography -˚ ༘✶ pinterest
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Emerson Ellis Rockwell.
NICKNAME(S): Em by friends he's close to, Rockie to his co-workers, Emerson to everyone else.
AGE: 34
DATE OF BIRTH: June 25th 1992
CURRENT LOCATION: Ciderpoint, MA
PLACE OF BIRTH: Austin, Texas
ETHNICITY: Caucasian (english/jewish)
GENDER: cis man
PRONOUNS: he/him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.
RELIGION: was raised both catholic and jewish, with a catholic father and a jewish mother, he has faith in something, he just doesn't take it seriously.
LANGUAGES: English, some Hebrew, and Spanish (not fluently, but it was the only language they offered in school, at the time, and it was texas!)
OCCUPATION: Firefighter and paramedic
CHARACTER PARALLELS: kelly severide, evan buckley, conrad hawkins, cliff burke, clark kent.
FACECLAIM: David Corenswet
PHYSICAL TRAITS
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 235 lbs
HAIR COLOR: brown/black
EYE COLOR: blue
PIERCINGS: none.
TATTOOS: , here on his leg, here and his daughter's name here
SCARS|MARKS: a scar on his knee from falling as a child, freckles across his body and face.
SIGNATURE SCENT: Santal 33 or Tom Ford tobacco vanille.
PHOBIAS AND DISEASES
MENTAL ILLNESSES/DISABILITIES: anxiety, ASD
RELATIONSHIPS
MOTHER: Sophia Rockwell (nee Cohen)
FATHER: Benjamin Rockwell.
CHILDREN: Vienna Grace Rockwell (16)
SIBLINGS: Levi Rockwell, Eden Rockwell (twin sister), Nora Rockwell.
RELATIONSHIPS: Leighton Sinclair (high school girfriend, mother of his child)
LIKES: a tumbler of whiskey after a long day, sci-fi and fantasy, history, craft beer, especially a fruited sour, music (rap, country, classical, musicals, rock, pop), cars (both buying and fixing), pastries/sweets.
DISLIKES: cold weather, micromanagement, and formal events, which he excels at but dislikes nonetheless.
HOBBIES: Outdoor activities such as hiking, fishing, and horseback riding, cooking (a novice, but he likes trying new recipes), baseball (he’s on a league!), running (he runs every morning, and has done a marathon!), aviation, though this is new to him and fixing things, though this is less of a hobby and more of a nervous habit.
negative traits: hedonistic, cocky, restless, a people pleaser.
aesthetics: baseball caps, pick-up trucks riding through the mud, the scent of antiseptic cleanser and woody warm cologones, lego sets on display, espresso shots in the mid-afternoon, a collection of crushed red bull cans, vintage levi's and button downs, blue uniforms and designer suits, rubber gloves, and flashing red lights, sirens and nerdy dad jokes, strong hands wrapped around warm skin. country drawls and stressed induced smoking. The ache of knowing that no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be enough.
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