𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒾𝓉 .

i am the one thing in life I can control. i am inimitable; i am an original. i'm not falling behind or running late I AM NOT STANDING STILL. I am lying in wait darryon sims. twenty six. he/him.

[darrycn]

jordan calloway & he/him, cis man      ‷ watch out,   darryon sims has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 27 years old and celebrate their birthday on 26 december. they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in moonbeam gardens and are currently working as a fitness trainer. one thing you should know about them is he was almost drafted for the NFL before having to return home. ‷ 

                                    FULL BIO.          PINTEREST.

in summation:         darryon    ( DERRY -  IN )     or “D”         student athlete,  born and raised in roswell with a beautiful, loving family. moved when he was 18 and got scouted for the Georgia Bulldogs college football team;  on his road to being drafted for the NFL he had to drop everything and move back to Roswell to take care of his mother. 

                                   gryffindor. neutral good. capricorn.

just some fun facts that would make no sense in his bio!

darryon was your cliche, annoying, student athlete in school (so sorry to whoever went to school with him, but hmu w connections). those weird english teachers LOVED him, he walked in a crowd with the other football players and only managed to keep his grades up by flirting with his tutor and convincing other kids to do his homework for him. 

hates that he’s home but hates the reason he’s home even more.

told his middle school teacher he celebrates kwanzaa so for three years after she and other faculty would bring him an extra gift when they got back from vacation.. he does not practice kwanzaa, btw.

has a history of cheating:    cheated on his first grade girlfriend when he held hands with another first grader under the slides.. cheated on his high school girlfriend three times but she only knew about the two..  and lastly, cheated on his more recent long term girlfriend right before he moved back to roswell. when he feels he’s losing control he has a tendency to try to gain as much of it back as possible.

[darrycn]

edie​ !

in front of roswell daily record ( open for — @roswellstarters​ )

           "Do you think these cats and dogs are ever found? It’s like every other pet is lost.” Standing in front of the tree that was literally dying due to the amount of lost pets posters, Edie was staring at them trying to at least recognize one. “And they all look the same. Like look at this one,” she pointed out at the black cat named Homer, “it’s literally the same as this one,” her index finger pointed at the black cat named Rodrigo. 

           there’s a lesson to be learned here,   the importance of   NEVER LOSING HOPE  as brown hues scan the posters of missing animals with hands on his hip.   maybe it’s not a lesson edie wants to hear from someone who,  unbeknownst to many of those around him,  has already lost hope.   but it’s one he’ll make a point on anyway.  “  they probably get found more likely than you think.  ”     a closer look at the similar cats in question,  a chuckle slipping through.  touche.  they were a spitting image of one another ,   even the background of the home the cats were photographed in had a resemblance.    until  ,       “  no,  look,  this one’s,  homer,  got sort of a bend in his right ear,  see,  here,  ”    it’s tiny,  an observation likely to only be found by someone who wanted to prove a point;  a finger used to circle aforementioned bend.    “  it’s very small but it’s tilted kind of,  right there.  ”

[darrycn]

   gunner​ !

a brief snort escaped gunner’s lips as he set a glass of water down on the coffee table in front of the other male, before sitting himself down on the couch beside him. “well, there’s your problem,” he hummed. “because it’s actually ‘beer before liquor, never sicker’… ‘liquor before beer, you’re in the clear’.” he wasn’t used to having people in his house, that was for sure - but he didn’t have it in him to leave the guy there, so letting the other male crash was the only option, as far as he was concerned. “got your sayings mixed up, yeah?”

                 “  shit,  ”   the vulgarity tumbles through his lips with a few chuckles,     “  makes sense then.  ”      but what didn’t make sense was this:  sitting on a couch that belongs to      GUNNER DUNN ,   NFL LEGEND  .  the physical embodiment of everything darryon had worked for but wasn’t able to become.   not yet.    he could practically feel his jaw at his feet when he recognized him the night before but one more shot wiped his memory;  everything went black.   now  ?  there’s that pounding in his head begging for some form of hydration outside of liquor and the terrifying thought of just how much he humiliated himself in front of his idol.      “  i still can’t believe it,  man,  i’m sorry.  ”     he can recall sitting in his living room chair watching dunn’s final football game.  in awe, the crushing realization that life,  a tricky thing,  doesn’t always go as planned.  and it’s not just his ego talking now,  but he can see a lot of himself in gunner.  two people, meant for greatness,  who got fucked over by life’s other plans.   “  you’re a goddam legend, you know that ?  for real,  i still got   DO IT FOR DUNN   in my twitter bio.  i wanted to be you,  i wanted to kick your ass on the field.  that last superbowl win,  it was yours. one hundred percent.  ”

[darrycn]

ollie !​

darryon wasn’t the only hungover one in this scenario, but he certainly had it far worse than ollie did at this point in time. sure, they were wearing their favorite shark-printed pajama pants, the hems dragging against the carpet as they made their way over to the couch. “i’m the last person you owe an apology to,” they mutter, body sinking so far into the sofa they were sure they’d never climb back out again. “i was only slightly less drunk than you were, and pretty much only good for getting you back here just in time for you to take up this entire couch. neither one of us should’ve been trusted in this situation.”

          DARRYON WAS A CONTROL FREAK   he had been one since he was given such a huge role at such a young age.   so while ollie’s words were somewhat a relief in knowing there wasn’t anything he could say or do that was embarrassing enough to stick with them  -   it wasn’t a relief at the same time.  the lack of control was frightening.    “  damn.  ”    that was it,  although a dry chuckle had followed shortly.     “  that’s just  not safe.  ”   it lacked complexity but there was meaning behind it that he was too lazy to go into detail about.   “  maybe next time we get a DD or something,  someone who doesn’t drink.  ”   assuming there will be a next time.     “  thanks,  though, like a guardian angel,  you did good.  knowing me i’d be face first outside of the wild pony.   mind if i chill here for a bit ?   you got plans ?  ”   he’s convinced neither of them would want to see the aftermath of him standing up.

[darrycn]

cassie !

“yeah, just don’t fuck up my couches,” he smiled as she sat down on the other chair and leaned back with a bottle of water in her hand and an occasional glance at the laptop screen in front of her. “I’m pretty sure it’s you’re in the clear, but I’ll give you some points for trying.”

     “  i got you,  don’t worry.  your couch is good.  ”     or at least he hopes so.   darryon could barely handle a cold ,  having driven himself to the hospital far too many times in fear that he was dying.     “   sure as shit wasn’t in the clear either.  ”     and the nausea that had made itself prominent all morning could attest to that.     “   shit ,   how do people do this every weekend ?  ”

[darrycn]

striker !

god , the sewage tank on their trailer would be a bitch to clean up after that . striker was already back on the cans , treating a hangover the only way he knew how — how could you feel the aftermath of a night on the drink if you never stopped ?? thirty years of heavy drinking and questionable substances had left striker near immune to the after-effects of miller high life and tequila ; a lifetime of being an stand-in father to his two younger brothers had nudged him to offer their couch to the poor wandering soul , himself passing out in a wrap of tarpaulin in the bed of his rust-orange pickup truck out front . extending the half-downed can of cheap beer , the male responded ; “ i ain’t heard nothin’ like that ‘fore . bottoms up — this’ll put lead in your pencil . hair of the dog ‘s the only cure i know to get that headache o’ yours under control , “ 

            the immediate crinkle of his face showed his reaction before words could.   the smell of beer was enough to make his stomach turn,  but he took the can anyway.      “   i thought that was a myth.  ”     he’s considering it,   he really is,   while everything in his body is screaming  no,   absolutely not,    there’s an allure about the  (  obviously bad  )   decision he’s having trouble shaking.  a push towards impulsivity that he’s been desiring.   the can is still   slightly   under his nose ,   although no where near close enough to his lips.  “  ‘ppreciate it,  i really do,  but you don’t have any gatorade or ,  i don’t know  ,  some other electrolytes in your fridge ?  ”  or water.  he’ll settle for water.

[darrycn]

to: open / @roswellstarters​

located: muse’s house

                he had spent most of the morning slouched before a toilet;  echoing out groans of a man filled to the brim with regret.    now ,  at least  ,  he was able to stand on his own two feet.  barely.  he’s plopped down on someone’s sofa,  his head thrown back when he lets out an appreciative mutter:      “   thanks for letting me crash.  ”     although, morally, he’s not sure there were any other options for a guy who was far too inebriated to correctly state his address let alone drive home last night.    “  i’m sorry,  i   didn’t mean to get so drunk,  what’s that saying,  that,  beer before liquor and you won’t get sicker or something ?  it’s a lie, is what it is.  ”    

[darrycn]

cadenknightt​:

Correct me if I'm wrong, but do you think that there is something other then aliens in Area 51? I mean do you think that's where they charge the birds at? it makes sense and let's be honest it's been a thought for a while.

         “  there’s not aliens in there,  man,  come on.  ”     he’s laughing it off  ,   a shake of his head at the theories.   “  this town,  they make their money off of people who think extraterrestrial life is on earth.  i mean,  you actually think our species is smart enough to capture ET and bring him here for testing ?  ”   to be clear:  he DOES believe in aliens,  but he doubts they’re in new mexico. 

[darrycn]

adelaide  !

location:  out  of  this  world  bookstore open:  to  everyone  <3 

*   🌿  the  annual  events  her  grandfather  would  hold  each  summer  held  a  special  place  in  adelaide’s  heart.  not  only  was  it  a  nice  way  to  get  out  of  the  sun,  it  was  a  good  way  to  get  to  know  people—  learn  about  their  favorite  books,  bond  over  some  tea,  and  create  friendships  as  strong  and  endearing  as  the  one  in  the  stories  they  shared.  when  her  grandfather  passed  and  handed  the  bookstore  down  to  adelaide,  events  such  as  these  were  her  biggest  excitement  and  biggest  worry.  shoes  as  great  as  his  were  hard  to  fill,  and  failure  could  happen  so  easily.   ❛ how  is  it  going?  you  think  it’s  going  alright? ❜  adelaide  finding  the  familiar  face,  was hoping  for  any  kind  of  validation  that  the  event  was  not  a  total  disaster.  while  smiles  were  all  around,  parents  and  children  both  seemingly  happy  at  the  children’s  event,  hands  still  became  clammy  and  her  stomach  still  bundled  in  a  pile  of  nerves.  ❛ oh  my  god  –  it’s  shit,  isn’t  it?  ❜  

                       HE WAS OUT OF PLACE HERE.    that wasn’t lost on him.  however, the smell of books brought some serenity to darryon,  it  had since he was a kid.  perusing this same exact bookstore with his mother, spending hours going from    aisle to aisle,   wondering if it would be best to escape the boredom somehow or to be crushed by it.    now it felt different,   he was younger then;  seeing the flyers for an annual event he had forgotten existed and actually finding excitement   in it made that obvious.   he’s got his hand on a   SPORTS MAGAZINE  ( of course)  when approached, perhaps it lacked the necessity for edification but it was something.    there were words.       “  hey,   yeah,  it’s -  ”   he began, consideration hanging from lips,  but soon cut off by a rush of doubt from the woman.    “  no,  no,  it’s good.  ”    and even if it weren’t he wasn’t prepared to tell her that.     “  you in charge of it ?  you did a good job,  you should be proud of yourself. it takes a lot of energy and creativity to be able to put something as well as this together.  ”

[darrycn]

    joel  !

@ Starlight Supermarket, 8am

With a sharp intake of breath, Joel tried to keep his composure when the latest headline relating to his sister’s conviction jumped out at him from the newstand. ‘LOCAL CHURCH REELING AFTER 6TH COMMANDMENT IS IGNORED BY ONE OF ITS OWN.’ Rage rose up inside him. This one was even more ridiculous than the last. The church was not reeling. If anything, the church felt like the only group of people who were not reeling and who wanted to support him in all this. Failing to remain calm, just as he had many a time since the guilty verdict had emerged and headlines like this had become commonplace, Joel grabbed the stack of papers and shoved them into a nearby bin before throwing a twenty dollar bill down on the counter infront of the shocked customer assistant to atone his smidge of guilt.  Yanking the door open then, Joel was too wrapped up in his own fury that he didn’t notice the figure coming towards him before he walked right into them.  “Shit, sorry about that. I was all up in my own head then. Didn’t even see you there.”

             “  don’t sweat it,  you’re good, man.  ”    he expresses after the collide,  attempting to release the pity that sat on his face when he noticed who it was.     religion had been a staple in the sims household since childhood.  every sunday,  every easter,   until the path chose in life led him to atlanta, georgia.  darryon was still a man of faith,  praying before each game, never questioning the religion.   not until recently,  after given so many reasons to question it.   so  it’s safe to say that his family and the johnsons weren’t strangers.   perhaps they were just people who’d shake hands at church,  sending a polite  GOD BLESS YOU  towards each other when pastor told them to  but that godly connection meant more at that young age than any other.   the connection is still there now  just different.    with a sick mom on darryon’s part and a murderous sibling on joel’s.  alleged murderous ?

            “  hey,  i heard about  -  ”    he stops himself,  although it may be too late, realizing that that’s probably not the best way to start a conversation with someone you hadn’t seen in years.   “  if you ever need anything, let us know.  my dad still makes some mean southern potato salad.  ”

[darrycn]

dylan !

                   Dylan chuckled upon hearing Darryon. “Right, that’s the only possible reason for me not wanting to go out with her,” the blond laughed, “but hey, be my guest, by all means.. mend her broken heart..” his gaze went back to the cute waitress who smiled once again at him as his eyes fell on her - she definitely was gorgeous, but.. “I think she said something about her shift being over in a half an hour..” Maybe Dylan should go out with her. What did he have to lose? “Though it surprises me you have waited so long to try to take her out.”

             “  ‘cause it’s not a  date  i’m looking for,  per se.  ”     the following hangs in the air,  (  if you know what i mean  ).     oh,  how he missed the casual locker room talk.    “  alright,  fine,  you’re right,  you don’t have to ask her out.  focus on yourself,  you know, or whatever skeletons you have peeking through your closet  but,  if you  do  change your mind,  she is cute  and i never met a barista who wasn’t chill.  ”    it’s hard to tell who darryon was wing-maning for.   dylan or the woman.

[darrycn]

  knox​  !

location: the middle of town

status: open to all ( @roswellstarters​ )

with a heavy kick to her car, knox let out the loudest scream of frustration she could muster. of course her car had to break down. she shouldn’t have been so surprised, really. the car was as old as a grandmother—hell it looked like it belonged to a grandmother back in the 60s at most. all she wanted to do was drive it and the car load of flower pots back to her apartment, but apparently luck wasn’t on her side that day. she heard footsteps approach and grunted, “yeah, i know, i’ll be out of your way in a few minutes. but if you know how to hotwire a car, it’ll definitely go a little quicker.” the last part was a bit more sardonic.

            the sarcasm doesn’t bother him as he approaches the woman and her vehicle after parking behind her,  knowing it must have been spoken out of frustration.     “  no,  no,  i’m here to help.  ”      his father is the car guy,  it’s a fact so prominent as darryon places his hands on his hips and begins to observe the vehicle.    “  i mean,  it’s an old ass car.  ”     he adds,  thinking it’s better to say something than to stand in silence.     “  right,  i can’t hotwire a car but here’s what we can do,  alright ?  WE GOT OPTIONS:  we can call a tow truck and wait but,  you know, that may take a few hours to get here so we can either wait in my car or, i mean, i live right down the street if you’re comfortable.  or if you have somewhere to be then,  i’m just running errands anyway, i can give you a lift.  ”   he left out the last statement he wanted to make:  he’s certain an autobody shop will find more wrong with the vehicle than not.      “  up to you, i got all day.  ”

[darrycn]

       dylan  

Open: to everyone Location: any coffee shop you want @roswellstarters​

                   “Nah,” Dylan waved off the whole idea of him going out with a girl who was flirting with him her whole shift. “She’s cute, absolutely, but,” he really wasn’t up for dating. Not now. It would be insane to date when he still liked his ex. Though he was aware that he had a problem.. always liking girls better after the break up. Throwing another gaze at the girl before he returned his eyes onto the other, Dylan lightly shook his head while a small smile started to appear - barely visible. “Maybe I’ll come back here tomorrow.. we’ll see.”

                call it arrogance but      he is not used to being the one pushed to aside to watch another get flirted with.        IN FACT       darryon was quite convinced that the grin worn by the barista was aimed towards him until her hues showed otherwise.  he’ll  chop her admiration down for dylan to one thing:   the accent.     even he finds it charming.         “  but what ?    you not into chicks ?  cause it’s cool if you’re not,  that’s no problem, i could swoop in, tell her the bad news,  mend her broken heart.  ”

[darrycn]

       chae !​

Chaewon smiled, proud of herself, but also recognizing the type of cheering comments the man was making. She had, herself, made those a thousand times to her students and trainees, making sure they felt rewarded from the experience above all else, because encouragement was the backbone of teaching sports. “I’ll assume you’re a trainer too, mister. What’s your sport?” A giggle escaped her lips. “I do roller derby. Which is great for core strength, and speed, and learning not to get knocked away, but it’s terrible for learning to be gracious.” Her eyes moved up to the sky. The sun, which had been barely out when she left, was now shining brightly. “Have you been running for long? When I left my apartment it was barely sunrise. Funny, huh? The passing of time.”

            “  you work at satellite sports.  ”       it’s less of a question and more of an accusation as his lips turn into a smile,  the familiarity that he picked up when approaching chae making itself known with a knowing nod when she mentioned she was a trainer.      “  my sport was football, s’how i started but i’m back here now,  i’m a trainer at satellite, out on the floor.  ”    he confirms,   just in case she may have recognized him in passing as well.  when he’s at work, with his clients,  he’s so far into his own world he doesn’t pay much attention to the trainers who have their own set class.  only offering a simple  HELLO   or  GOOD MORNING    when passing by.        “  for real ?   roller derby’s crazy shit, huh ?   i get knocked around on the field too but to do it on wheels, damn.  ”     his breathing has normalized itself by now,  looking up at the sky as she spoke with squinted eyes.       “  yeah, i haven’t been out long, only about 30 minutes.  i was gonna end my run at JUICE-TON if you wanna tag along, it ain’t far from here.  ”

[darrycn]

 chae !​

open starter: @roswellstarters​ location: an empty street time: early morning

Another day, another chance for Chaewon to practice some new tricks she had been workshopping. Although she was by no means a dancer, she loved trying out little rollerskating dances, and for some reason she thought the best place to do it was the streets. This time, she was trying a simple jump-and-spin, but she wanted to know how many times she could do so before her feet touched the ground again (although Chae wished she’d look gracious doing so, her constant fight and roller derby training made it so that she always came off a little rougher around the edges, a little less professional ballerina and a little more beginner street dancer). She jumped one more time, her body spinning out, and just a few seconds later, her rollerskates touched the ground again, and when they did, a pair of eyes down the street caught her eye. She made a friendly, satisfied smile (because she did think she had done her trick well that last time) before she spoke. “Did that look cool at all, or should I just give up?”

              the new mexico sun was relentless in the summer,  it always had been,  the sweat beads that make their way down his face as feet roughly hit the pavement are evident of that.   still,   he runs.   in spite of the heat and what’s waiting back at home,   his joy is found when he’s working out.     as impressive as the jump was,  he would have minded his own business,   kept running,   had the woman not spoke to him first.      “  no, no, never give up.  ”     he responds,  standing in place now, heart beat slowing and yet still short of breath.     “  you did good !     skating is all about core strength,  lower body stability,   your muscles are always in use so there’s nothing you see online that you can’t learn in real life.  ”     as if darryon didn’t already read  STUDENT ATHLETE TURNED FITNESS TRAINER  ,    he had the motivational quotes he spews to make it obvious.      “  i used to skate a lot when i was younger,  put me on those now, i’ll fall face first, for sure.  so you did good. you roller skate a lot ?  ”

[darrycn]

chibanao​

“Next drink is on me! If you can handle another.” ( @roswellstarters​ )

        “  oh i can’t,  man,   i cannot,  ”       BUT       “  hit me with another !  ”   it’s nice to finally have a night where he can let go.   thoughts be damned.

[darrycn]

alevfm​

location: e.t festival grounds !! availability: open to american pie gang + anyone else !! 

alev wasn’t someone that simply handed favors out of the goodness of his heart. on the contrary, he always thought about the things he could get in return when helping someone. but sometimes collecting favors just wasn’t worth it—which is how he ended up inside a food truck with the world’s biggest scowl on his face when his call was decline one again by his friend. “if you’re not back in five minutes, i’ll fuckin’ murder you.” he groans into the phone, leaving a nice voice message for them to listen to. that’s when he notices the line growing again, huffing when someone approaches the front of the truck. alev leans forward, “go find somewhere else to fill up your veins with fat, buddy. truck’s fuckin’ closed.”

                           ON THE CONTRARY   for darryon;   doing favors out of the goodness of his heart was both his    best   and   worst    quality.    sometimes it’ll leave him feeling exploited,  taken advantage of,   often his need to help for more like an obligation than anything else.  frankly, he can’t recall a time he’s ever uttered the word   no   when someone came to him pleading.   today, for example,   all it took was a shoulder bump into a friend he hadn’t seen in years,   followed by a  PLEASE,  MAN,  and he finds himself approaching a large truck with a disgruntled guy inside,  both described quite accurately by his friend.    “  nah, not here to buy anything.  a  buddy of mine told me you might need some help, wanna let me in ?  ”