amyra awake during daylight hours likely meant she was currently nursing a killer hangover and simply trying to get through the day unnoticed . a seemingly uncharacteristic baseball cap over her usual long waves could only do so much to hide her from an actual friend though . " you say that like it’s a good thing, " amyra retorted with slightly raised eyebrows as she turned her head to look at her new company . the comment was sarcastic , but the gleam in her eyes showed natural warmth . " what are you doing out already ? "
briar sighed dramatically, resting his head on amyra’s shoulder. “are you not happy to see me back, amyra? after i missed you so dearly.” he says it with a voice dripping in sarcasm, but he was more genuine than he wished to admit. “well, miss shah, i was just getting some shopping done. the bags are all in my car.” he adds, after a moment of deliberation. “well, in my father’s car. you know i lost my license, mon cherie.” lost his license driving under the influence, that was. “and what are you doing out, then?”
this time... this time briar was going to actually try to stay sober. the last couple times, he’d been out of rehab less than two hours before he was popping pills again. now? he wanted to get rid of those pills altogether. the first night he was home, he dumped his entire stash.
of course, though, he wasn’t going to cut cold turkey. he still had his juul, and he would limit himself to two bottles of wine a day, no hard liquor, period. but... but when saint was around... well, he just hoped saint would be supportive. so, he greeted saint at his front door with a bottle of champagne (which counted as half a bottle because they were going to split it, obviously), trying to seem as chipper as possible. not hard when seeing saint for the first time in a month already made him happy. “guess who’s crawled out of rehab like a fucking cockroach?” he asks, grinning. “how’re you doing, saint?”
being stone cold sober was always annoying, like it was the most boring fucking thing in the entire world. anything to entertain him would be good; that’s what his psychiatrist had said, to stay busy. so, he went on a bit of a spending spree, raided a nordstrom and a barnes and noble, and was currently on his second coffee of the day, leg bouncing without him meaning to. but then he saw a familiar face, and came right up behind them. “well, well, well,” briar said, wrapping his long arm around their shoulders and grinning like the cheshire cat. “look what the cat dragged in. it’s me, if that wasn’t clear.”
( timothee chalamet , twenty-two , cis male , he/him ) * fun fact about me ? okay , let’s see . . . i spent more time in rehab after key biscayne than out of it . crazy , right ? i’m briar marlowe , i live in my family’s massive neoclassical italian-style villa mansion on ocean lane here in key biscayne , & not to brag , but my family’s worth around $825M . pretty decent for luxury hotel and resort chain owners , huh ? we’ve been around for some time , but in town , everyone’s always associated me with the gatsbys ; but it’s not like that’s my whole identity , or anything . while filming for key biscayne , it was surprising when i’d get dragged on twitter for being “ cold , aggressive , & holier-than-thou , ” but the cameras don’t see everything , & my real fans know that i’m nothing but perceptive , protective , & tenacious . i’m not too bothered by it though , because since the series ended , i’ve published a novel under a pseudonym . follow me on instagram @briar.marred to keep up . ✎ rose , 22 , she/her !
what’s up, y’all? i’m rose, rich kids rps are my trash, i have depression and i’d say i’m 60% dysfunctional, but that’s nothing compared to briar here ! he’s high key trash and i can’t wait to tell you all about him ! the skinny is under the cut, and i’ll be making a plotting call on discord shortly.
statistics.
full name. briar elias marlowe.
age. 22.
birthdate. december 25, 1997.
gender + pronouns. cis male + he/him
orientation. bisexual.
hometown. key biscayne, fl.
biography.
yes, briar was born on christmas day. his mom called him a gift. despite all evidence to the opposite, she still insists briar is precisely what she deserved.
he’s the youngest of two children, his older brother being called windsor, who is... probably a bit of a sociopath. essentially, briar takes after their mother, windsor takes after their father.
their mother was chronically depressed, in and out of rehab her whole life. she’s definitely bought plenty of goop products, believes in alternative medicine and has tried every spiritual treatment out there. she’s fucking somewhere, probably in an ashram in india about to be inducted into a cult.
their father is exceedingly cold and an incredibly cutthroat businessman, the ceo of basically the four seasons of this world. it’s still privately owned by the marlowes, and has a top-tier reputation. i just realized i have yet to name it, so i will call it, the marlowe. ta-da.
anyways needless to say briar didn’t get a whole lot of love in his childhood. he was a quiet and introspective kid, very snl’s wells for boys. his older brother is a dick. briar was often left alone to his own devices. he broke into the house wine cellar at age 12, started smoking at age 13, and it’s been downhill from there.
on key biscayne, i mostly see him as like the gloomy intellectual bad boy. like people thought he was cool for like five seconds until all the viewers realized he’s an annoying mess. honestly, reality tv stardom was the last thing he needed.
as his fun fact mentioned, basically ever since key biscayne ended and briar all but trashed the marlowe family reputation for being such a self-absorbed addictive drama queen, he’s been to rehab longer than he’s been out of it. and, at the start of this rp, he’s recently come out of rehab again and is basically forced to stay at his family home on ocean lane. his entire family is basically travelling all the time, so he’s all alone.
oh yeah and he wrote a book while in rehab, under a pseudonym, e. e. gilmore. it’s like kind of a social commentary but also kind of about monster fucking ? very shape of water. anyways it’s now a new york times bestseller and briar has ...... extremely mixed feelings bc expectations ???? he hates those.
personality.
capricorn sun, scorpio moon and rising. i got a migraine just writing that he’s so annoying.
intp and enneagram type 4 if you care abt that kind of thing
stubborn as FUCK and dramatic as ALL HELL.
though i will maintain he’s pretty fucking funny. he’s very self-aware and has like the most deadpan, bleak sense of humor. there are definitely some gifs from key biscayne that still get circulated of just him saying in confessional, completely monotone, “i’d rather eat my own f***ing eyeballs than see that.” cut to that happening, and pan to briar staring directly at the camera as he mimes jabbing his eye with a fork and popping it into his mouth. morbid, but that’s him.
he’s not the type to start drama for fun, but he is the type to self-sabotage and create drama for himself.
is, as of now, kind of trying to stay clean ? but that won’t last for long. he still drinks wine like it’s all gonna expire and is two pod a day juuler. yes i said two.
is extremely emotional but if you ask him about his feelings he’ll be like. what feelings? literally both tian and david in that one vine.
“you ever wanna talk about your emotions, tian?” “no.” “i do.” “i know, david.” “i’m sad.” “i know, david.”
wanted connections.
The Ex. definitely became a least favorite on key biscayne when he fucked this person over. he’s bi, so any gender please apply.
other exes. because he’s messy and definitely has more than one.
brat pack. a pack of people he makes just awful awful decisions with.
former best friend. briar has burned a lot of bridges in some ugly, ugly ways, so let’s tear each other’s hearts out with this! very rue and lexi from euphoria teas.
frenemies. they’re basically just assholes to each other for the fun of it. very much this energy.
fwb. briar is three things: messy, sad, and horny.
enemies. i tried to be more specific in naming this connection but like … briar is not the easiest person to get along with. he definitely has a whole lotta enemies.
“You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? … You’ve had enough of me, haven’t you? You’re probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods, and I’ve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own, like I just get hysterical, like it’s something I can’t control at all. And I don’t know what to do, and I feel so sorry for you because you don’t know what to do either. And I’m sure you’re going to leave me now.”
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