she already looks like a walking accident waiting to happen , what with a far too large cork board under one arm , two small potted hydrangeas situated precariously against her hip , supported by the crook of her elbow . to balance it out, she’s got a bag ( far too large for a woman as petite as she is ) dangerously close to slipping off of her shoulder and ruining the whole operation ( or , trek to her car ) . the moment she stops to take a breath , the pollen rears its ugly head and josie sneezes: once , twice , and - -
NOTHING.
jocelyn shakes her head , laughing lightly at her own state , and again at the fact that she’s situated herself in the middle of frequently walked sidewalk, entirely disrupting the flow of traffic because of allergies. she wrinkles her nose several times , as if trying to provoke a sneeze.
❝ they usually come in threes , so i’m just gonna wait it out here for a second… ❞
HE’S MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS , for the most part , trailing along the streets on his way back to his apartment after getting some coffee. he’s tired , thought he’s not sure why , but he wanted to be in the SUN ; something he really enjoyed. it was a nice day , too , FINALLY starting to get back into the seventies , and he could actually feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. so he walked , enjoying the day when he’s stopped in his tracks , trying to make his way around the SNEEZING person who looked like she was about to sneeze the things out of her arms. “ careful , one more and those plants are gonna go flying. ” he chuckled , running a hand through his hair. “ do you need any HELP with those ? ” he points , rolling his sleeves up. “ just in case your nose decides to go for that third. ”
The thought of opening a small business seemed great to Vince. That was before he realized not just a lot, but all, of the responsibility fell solely on himself. He had no one to absorb the bulk of the issues, no one to delegate the menial tasks to. He just had to deal with everything on his own. Between all the possible obstacles, the one he found the most trouble with was interior decoration. All the professional blogs said a shop needed to look professional, but casual. Chic, but not too chic. It somehow needed to feel like both a place of business & a good friend’s house. All of his spare money had been poured into his shop & he personally felt it was shaping up nicely. His newest business purchase was a rather large neon sign with a star on the right, a moon on the left, and a hamsa hand in the center. He’d been trying to place it perfectly in the window for the better part of an hour. He stood in sidewalk, hand to chin as he basked in the yellow & purple light, trying to decide if it looked center when a voice caught him off guard. ❝ Oh? ❞ He sounded more surprised than was necessary. It was a simple white shirt with a children’s book illustration of the Pyromaniac Club across the torso. ❝ Thanks, man. I like your… drunken stupor. ❞
THANKS TO THE COPIOUS amount of water the bartender has been slipping to him , phoenix would EVENTUALLY be able to stand up straight ; but this 6′4 frame was slightly stooped , and his head was tilted as he gazed at the sign in the window. “ either the sign is tilted , or I’M tilted. ” he speaks , almost completely out of the blue. “ think it’s me. ” a soft , dry chuckle leaves his lips and he runs and hair through disheveled hair , looking back over at the person he had taken up a conversation with. “ thanks , i’ve perfected it over the years. ” his words were only slightly slurred , but he knew it was still pretty obvious that he was a WRECK - but then again , phoenix stone was always a wreck , regardless of his blood alcohol level. eyes blinked as he looked at the sign again , trying to adjust to the neon hues. “ there was a ton of shit like this back home. ” he speaks , though pheonix was never fond of talking about where he’s from , it was most certainly TRUE. “ hoaxes , probably , but i still believe it for some reason. dunno why. ”
IT ISN’T TIME YET. if there is something he can sense in his bones is when it’s his time to drink and it definitely haven’t arrived. trembling hands try to gently unwrap the plastic around a lollipop ( it’s no lie joon loves his candy , but above all , it’s a way to keep his mind away from the poisonous drink during the day ) nose scrunching lightly as his efforts fail miserably. in normal days wouldn’t even be an issue , but the increasing wish of feeling his mind go numb instead of thinking of the tight feeling in his chest , that every person in that part of town was strangely … familiar. no. he couldn’t allow himself to think things like that , he usually laughed at things like that. his head lifts suddenly , however , when he hears a voice , eyes dropping briefly towards his black sweater before returning to the other “ ——hm ? thanks .. ” in an almost naive movement , he streches his arm towards the other , eyes glimmering lightly “ ——can you help me ? can’t get it open. ”
HE’S NOT COMPLETELY PROCESSING the person in front of him - he knows he’s spoken to them , but the acknowledgment of his ... compliment goes over phoenix’s head until they’re speaking and his eyes drift to the candy. despite his own STATE , the shaking of his hands doesn’t go unnoticed as he takes the candy from the other. steadily , slender digits pull the wrapper from the lollipop , crumpling it up and shoving it into his pocket. littering is bad for the plant , phoenix would note. he hasn’t said anything , hyper focused on the situation and appearing SOMEWHAT put together. it’s not that easy , considering the way his whole body feels HEAVY , and the way his head is spinning despite his still position. “ THERE. ” he finally speaks , handing the candy back over. “ are you trying to stay sober ? ” the blunt question comes out EASILY , like he’s not asking an incredibly personal question in the middle of the street , but his own personal habits led him to connect the shaking to the candy. maybe he’s just using his OWN sober habits ( his was G M and tapping ) as a connection.
AT THIS POINT , he’s not sure how long he’s been at the bar , but he’s surprised he hasn’t been cut off yet. he’s pretty positive that he’s been drinking since roughly ten in the morning , which was common ESPECIALLY if there were things going on that reminded him of his family. so here he was , mostly wasted and thankful he was still allowed at the bar. then again , he isn’t really BOTHERING anyone , but he DOES decide to finally get up and leave , not that walking around town was a great idea. his body , however , was incredibly used to this state he liked to put himself in , and he only stops along the street of the small town when someone catches his EYE. someone he knows , he thinks , but he can’t really be sure right now. ❝ i like your shirt. that’s a good color on you. ❞ the tattoo artist speaks , and he’s NOT flirting ; there’s no interest in his tone , but somehow there isn’t a question that he’s genuine ; DESPITE his clearly ALTERED state.
INTRODUCING * / chaotic disaster 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 aka thanatos ! it’s me , cee again , and i’m still a hot mess !
⌊ bill skarsgard, cismale, thanatos ⌉ ⏀ have you spoken to PHOENIX STONE recently? the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who’s been in seneca for SEVEN YEARS or so? either way, they always seem to remind me of JEANS RIPPED AT THE KNEECAPS, NEVER CHIPPED BLACK NAIL POLISH, & UNFINISHED PAINTINGS whenever i see them on main street. on a good day they’re pretty DISCERNING, but they can also be CONFRONTATIONAL ⌊ its a-me , cee ! ⌉
okay , now , thanatos is the personification of death so u can assume that phoenix’s intro is going to be a pretty trigger heavy in the means of death ( a lot of it ) and generally dark themes. skip to the personality section or the readers digest section if you prefer to skip these themes !
BACKGROUND ( this is where the triggers live )
alright our story started in burbank , ca where a young phoenix stone was a very happy , lively boy born to a tight nit loving family.
his family comes from sweden so he speaks fluent swedish. that’s not important i just like it :/
anyway ! he was always generally super happy and surrounded by love until he was about eight when he lost his father to sudden cardiac arrest , no one could explain his death.
three years later, he lost his two older siblings in a car accident.
pheonix was only eleven and had already experienced three major losses, and small losses began to trickle in. grandparents in sweden, his aunt he hadn’t seen since he was younger.
he was beginning to feel like death was drawn to him.
eventually, his support system was just his mom and his best friend, jacob. everyone else had left them, and phoenix somehow blamed himself for each death.
for a few years, everything is pretty decent, though phoenix definitely wasn’t everyone Dream Friend , he at least went a while without having to deal with another death.
in the mean time, he focused on his art skills and got interested in tattooing. he spent his free time drawing, sketching, and painting and got a lot of emotion out through art.
when he eighteen, he started to pursue being a tattoo artist because it was something he was super interested in.
he thought he was done losing people close to him until he was twenty-one, when he lost his mom.
the only person left close to him in his life was jacob, and a slight irrational fear that jacob would die too caused him to pack up and leave burbank
he drove partly , and then ditched his car when it broke down and hitch hiked the rest of the way until he finally made it to seneca
he used savings from selling some paintings to stay in a small motel until he was able to secure a tattoo apprentice position and find a small apartment
since then, he’s gotten a job as a tattoo artist and is one of the best in the small town ( considering theres only one or two shops , but still )
still has a huge passion for art , though everything hes gone has gotten quite dark n lifeless
PERSONALITY
to no surprise, phoenix isn’t the happiest of people. he’s not a complete asshole , but he’s grown tired of trying to be a good person because he worries that anyone that gets close to him will just die.
he is incredibly different to get close to. he has friends kept at an arms length, and it takes time to get him to let someone in close
in the last seven years, though, he’s gotten more comfortable and more like himself.
very confrontational - but doesn’t start fights unless needed
at this point he’s not afraid of much
has a very deep residing feeling of sadness that he’s never really had the chance to let out
Broken boy who tries to patch himself up w/ bandaids ( + liquor )
someone make him smile .... please ........
i can say that he’s definitely gotten better in the last seven years compared to when he first showed up in seneca
he has really , really bad nightmares almost nightly so sometimes he just Doesn’t sleep
has a+ facial expressions - u will know if he’s judging you
drinks at least three cups of black coffee daily
always has his fingernails painted black for absolutely no reason
also always wears all black and has the Audacity to complain about what other people are wearing
dumb 2.0
READERS DIGEST.
if u preferred to skip his angsty background , the general gist is that he’s a sad boy who had experienced lots of loss in his lift
he basically hitchhiked from cali to ny with literally nothing because he couldn’t take being there anymore
INTRODUCING * / french disaster 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 aka apollo as written & loved by CEE (she/they ), a true trash can that can’t wait to write with everyone & also got distracted by making gifs so i‘m just writing my intro now i’m so sorry.
⌊ maxence danet fauvel, demiboy, apollo ⌉ ⏀ have you spoken to LUCIEN MARSEILLE recently? the TWENTY-SIX year old who’s been in seneca for TWO YEARS or so? either way, they always seem to remind me of THE SOUND OF A PIANO SOFTLY IN THE BACKGROUND, HUSHED WHISPERS AFTER MIDNIGHT, THE SUNLIGHT PEEKING INTO THE ROOM & ILLUMINATING GREEN EYES whenever i see them on main street. on a good day they’re pretty ELOQUENT, but they can also be FOOLHARDY.
MEET LUCIEN ! BACKGROUND INFO.
lucien / luc is from nice , france and is a french musical prodigy
he was playing instruments from an incredibly young age as well as singing right after that
his mother is a very unkind , greedy woman who focused heavily on banking on her sons gifts
he’s got a younger sibling who he slightly envied , but it went both ways because he had all the attention , though he never wanted it , and his sibling was swept under the rug
right in tune with that , their father walked out when his sibling was born ; luc was four and hardly remembers him.
however , this was right around the time his mom was discovering his gifts , so she put all of her effort into bringing him to fame.
it worked, despite luciens distaste.
luc did, however, love music. it made him feel happy, but he never really wanted to be famous.
when luc turned eighteen, he moved out of the house and took his younger sibling with ; but they stayed in france.
it was hard for him to get away from his musical prodigy image, though he tried desperately to
however from eighteen, he did get better at being his own person and eventually took the move to the states with his sibling because he was Entirely tired of being in france
he loves france, but it was too many memories and his image had only barley trickled over to the states
PERSONALITY & MORE.
so, luciens personality was super suppressed as a kid because he spent a lot of time being told how to act and what to do
however since he moved , especially since he left france , he’s been molding himself into who he wants to be
he’s super charming , be it the musical skills or the smooth french accent, he’s v charming and can be quite flirty
he’s never been good at dating - there’s only been one mildly successful attempt so he does prefer flings , though i definitely wouldn’t mind an attempting relationship within the 2 years he’s been in seneca
he’s become a lot for self loving - loves to make silly jokes about himself and boost himself up. i wouldn’t call him conceited , but he is u know .. Aware that that’s how he Looks u know what i mean
within the last few years , luc has been understanding himself better & identifies as a demimale/demiboy ; he connects to the male gender but also party identifies as nonbinary and feels pretty fluid on most days
loves to express himself in the way he dresses & acts but he doesn’t really mind any pronouns ; though he’s partial to he & they pronouns
very proudly pansexual
has the mind and soul of a romantic just doesn’t know how to use it
tells really bad jokes n has a very pretty smile
can truly be a huge goof if he’s comfortable enough around you
he doesn’t really a lot of people are the whole ... Musical Prodigy thing , though he doesn’t work because he doesn’t need to ; the most he does is ghostwrite songs
however he does have a grand piano at home & will ofter play for people who come over
a Mysterious vibe when u first meet him
takes a while to Really know him but kudos 2 you if you try
minor drinking problem
dumb :/
there’s more but i’m .... a mess n need to write phoenix :/ so here u go :/
his wcs are under co. right now. ( though i’d die for the wc on the main )
