doomsday.

[edieteller]

[ olivia cooke. cis woman. she/her. ] did you hear that edith teller is currently living in charming, california? they’re a twenty seven year old who have been in town for about twenty seven years, and are a bartender at la luna. it’s known around town that they’re quite charming but can also be unforgiving. people in charming always say they’re reminded of edie when thinking of black lingerie and red nail polish, monopolizing the jukebox, whiskey bottles on top of the water tower, lingering whispers in her wake, winks over the bar top.

more about edith under the cut!

[tw of injury and paralyzation, suicide, jail, cancer, death, assault and gambling]

- her grandfather was a founding/early member of the club back in the 50s, however edie never got to know the man because he got into a bike accident in the late 80s that left him paralyzed from the waist down. viewing himself as a burden, the man died by suicide several short months after the accident

- edie’s father was patched into the club the day of her grandfather’s funeral and remained a respected member of the club for over 35 years

- edie grew up very aware of the club and what it meant to her family and community, her father often giving long-winded lectures to herself and her siblings about the importance of loyalty and brotherhood. she always knew what nights were ‘church’ and viewed her fathers peers as uncles as she grew up.

- always a spitfire, edie had her fair share of trouble in school discipline wise -- often sassing at teachers and getting into scuffles in the hallway -- but no one could ever say she was a bad student. she often tested at the top of her class amd maintained a 4.0 average. as a result, she recieved a full academic scholarship to UC Berkley with plans to study pre-law.

- towards the end of her senior year of college, edith’s father was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. upon graduation, edie put off her plans to apply to law school in favor of staying in charming to help care for her ailing father. even after several surgeries and dependent on an oxygen tank, her father fought stubbornly for four years and showed up to church religiously until his passing several months ago.

-after spending nearly a lifetime turning down his advances and flirtation, edie began to see ulysses flynn in a differnt light when she came home from college. after a month or two of fucking in secret, edie ended up breaking her biggest personal rule: never date a biker. it was big time love, and the two of them were well-matched and content for roughly three years, until uly ended up in jail for assaulting a man who had threatened edie while she was walking home from the bar one night. they came to an impasse over the future of their relationship in the prison visiting room, and have not spoken since.

-edith has worked as a bartender at la luna for about five years since she came home from college. she’s a very charming bartender and loves to get to know regulars and check in on their lives. she’s an expert on getting good tips and flirting harmlessly. (thought there was once a fight when a drunk girl accused her of trying to steal her man -- and, in fairness, maybe edie was). regulars at the bar are familiar with her shouts of ‘who turned this shit on?!’ when someone makes an undesirable jukebox choice, and she’s been known to give free shots to girls crying over asshole boyfriends. 

- on her nights off, she’s often found at ace of spades casino at the poker and blackjack table. she’s an excellent bluff at poker and has taught herself how to count cards. she’s also a notorious pool shark, and has no problem taking advanatge of cocky challengers as they pass through town.

-while she as been closely affliated with the devil’s disciples all her life, her brothers currently being a patched member and a prospect respectively, edie wants no real part of club life -- she thinks it will interfere with her future in law

-she is currently taking online classes in law, hoping to catch up on some credits and go back to school full time eventually

COMMECTIONS:

-family: @landcnteller (younger brother), @xavierteller (older brother)

-childhood friends: @felonford​, @jaseybomba​, @travcameron​, @dannymitchell​

-ex-boyfriend: @ulyssesflynn​

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- friendships! people she has known since childhood, cradle to grave besties, people who grew up around the club like she did, high school friends, and friends from work! 

- bar regulars!  people who come into la luna nightly or weekly who edie has gotten to know and look forward to talking to

-family! i hope for edie’s brothers to arrive in the future but i would also love for her to have aunts, uncles, and cousins in town!

really i’m open to just about anything currently so if you have ideas i would love to chat about them on discord!

[edieteller]

jasey 📲 edie

jasey: PARTY AT MY APARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jasey: if you're getting this text, you are invited to my housewarming party 🙂

jasey: I'm really in need of a toaster oven so if someone 👀 can gofundme one, it will be a successful time

jasey: are you coming!?!?

edie: idk if i should

edie: i'm happy to chip in for that toaster oven tho 😅

[edieteller]

ulyssesflynn·:

He can only blink in disbelief at that explanation, as though her Bronco was the only means of transportation that existed in town. 

“Is every single Uber in Charming in the fucking shop too? I know Darcy can’t be paying you so badly you can’t afford to catch one home. Jesus fuck.” His heart is still hammering in his chest, an erratic thud that he’s not sure whether it was down to the adrenaline or just from seeing her again. 

( Time would tell, only one of those options ever truly wore off. )

“I couldn’t fucking sleep.” He never can these days. “So I figured I’d try and tire myself out. Ended up right near La Luna just as you were leaving and then I saw you were fucking walking and I thought about what weird ass motherfuckers roam around this way at this hour and then next thing I know I was following you. I don’t want anything to happen to you, seems like you got that covered though.”

Her head tilts back and her eyes roll that way too as he harps on her for not getting a ride from someone else, growling lowly in frustration of being quasi-lectured. 

 To put it simply, she hated getting into cars with strangers. To put it in ways more complicated, she hated asking for help.

Jaw still tense, the corners of her lips pull slightly downward at his admission of being unable to sleep -- something she can empathize with. Sleeping without him was something that had been impossible two years ago, but she'd found ways of coping. However, those methods fell apart at her father's passing and these days she's lucky to collect a handful of hours when she can. Laying awake and thinking about how their last conversation had gone hadn't helped. 

 "Yeah, well, I wouldn't have guessed that from our last conversation," she tells him, voice low, her hand rubbing over her collarbone as if she's trying to self-soothe. 

 But that made me fucking hate you.That's what he had said. And she'd never known him to lie to her. 

[edieteller]

starter for: @charmindoctor​

location: charming general

“Um, before I go I actually have a quick question --” Edie states as she slowly slides far enough off of the exam table to her feet touch the floor. “Would it be hard for me to get back on those meds I was taking a year ago?”

[edieteller]

starter for: @scfiafm​

location: rendezvous

“Hey,” Edie calls over the music, picking up the dime bag with white substance from the floor. “This yours?”

[edieteller]

felonford·:

“Oh it’s like that huh?” Fallon teased her, before relaxing into the opposing seat. A shake of her head before her playful demeanor took an apologetic turn. She’d never say it, but Fallon puffed up whenever she saw someone too close to Edie. “Sorry, I got caught up at the shop.”

Uly was her friend, and no he didn’t ask her. And no he never would.

The reflex however still lived deep in her stomach, the knee jerk to look out for Edie: because she was her friend, because she was connected to the club, but also because Uly couldn’t when he was away. 

And the lateness wasn’t a complete lie, she’d been returning a clinets car and in return: they’d slipped her the baggy hiding in the lining pocket of her jacket. A treat for her day off, something to keep her vibes constantly up. Alert enough to always be on guard.

“Is that even a question?” Fallon asked, before stealing a shrimp and popping it into her mouth. 

“I mean, the men you know? They just flock to me. Can’t help themselves,” Edie jokes, though it doesn’t come across with quite the intended bravado -- mostly because she has the feeling they both know it’s not true. 

She hasn’t been with anyone since Uly left. Hasn’t even tried. Really, she knows she should -- but what if it doesn’t feel the same with anyone else? That’s the problem. She already knows it won’t.

She’s just got to pray no one else notices -- or worse, calls her on it.

“If you tell me it’s the Bronco that’s keeping you there in overtime I’m gonna cry,” Edie tells her frankly, plucking another shrimp from the rim of the glass and chewing it slowly as she considers Fallon across the booth.

“You doin’ alright?”

[edieteller]

starter for: @detectivecho​

location: random charming street, outside post office

“You don’t do parking tickets right?” Edie squints as she steps to the police cruiser parked behind her Bronco. “Because I swear on my mother I was only in there for five minutes.”

[edieteller]

ulyssesflynn·:

“Stop pointing that fucking thing at me.” 

Thankfully, she did. The weapon now at her side rather than being aimed at any of his vital organs, that’s a small relief if nothing else. He’s still processing the fact she’s a fucking gunslinger suddenly when he registers what she’s saying a few seconds later than he would have had they been crossing paths under more normal circumstances. 

“I wasn’t fucking following you.” He disputes, that made him sound like a stalker and he was far from it. The optics, however, aren’t great and he can see that which is why he expands on what he’s saying. “Okay. I was following you, but only because it’s three in the fucking morning and you decided to walk home? Are you insane?” 

He never wanted what happened to her the night he hadn’t been there to happen again, but it seemed she now had that covered without him. 

"Shit," she breathes sharply between them, shaking her head at both herself and him -- at how quickly and badly the last thirty second could have gone -- putting the safety back in place on the pistol before tucking it back into her bag. 

 She could have fucking killed him. 

 She's only barely swallowing down a panic attack as he attempts to explain to her, her hands on her hips and her shoulders coiled with tense energy. 

 "The Bronco is in the shop," she explains in one breath, flustered with her eyes squeezed shut before she opens them to him again. 

 "It's not fucking ideal but it is what it is and I can handle it," she's inhaling, trying to ground herself. 

 What was I supposed to do? Call you to walk me home? 

 "Yeah, it's three in the fucking morning -- what the fuck are you doing out, even?"

[edieteller]

starter for: @tamsyncxllins​

location: charming general

“Hey,” Edie greeted, knocking on the doorway to Tamsyn’s office on her way out from an appointment. “Now that I’m seeing you -- mama wants to know if you and Marco are planning on coming around for dinner Friday night? Just so she’s got an idea how much food to buy--”

[landcnteller]

location: the teller family home

timeline: several months ago, a few weeks after harvey’s death

tagging: @edieteller​​ 

“Ta-da!” Landon exclaimed, bursting through Edie’s bedroom door, wearing a Disciple’s leather jacket with a prospect patch stitched onto the breast and spreading his arms widely. “Well,” Landon asked, wagging his brows. “What do you think?”

[edieteller]

She’d been staring down at her LSAT study guide for so long that she was beginning to get a crick in her neck, starring at the same page for the last twenty minutes just willing for something to absorb in her brain as a distraction. One hand supporting her forehead while the other rubbed at the back of her neck, thinking about she’d love to have a chiropractor just fucking snap it to put her out of her misery. 

The sound of her door smacking the side of her bedframe gets her attention quickly enough, swiveling around in her desk chair. 

She stares at him, expressionless, before she answers in a hollow voice.

“That had better be some fucking belated Halloween costume.”

[edieteller]

starter for: @boundlss​ (claudia)

location: la luna

“You see that guy at the end of the bar? Red shirt. Don’t look,” Edie directs as she pours out the drink. “I’m cutting him off. This is mostly club soda with, like, two drops of vodka in the straw. Was he in here last night?”

[demolitioniism-deactivated20240]

location: la luna

with: @edieteller​

living in charming for two months meant that she hadn’t done too much exploring. all that she had been focused on was getting settled in. yet after her recent reunion with her brother she felt like she needed to do something. she had passed a few different places in her time there but had never gone into one. at least, till that night when she found herself at the bar. she took a breath since she did feel a bit out of place. plus the level of noise was something else. she waited till the bar tender approached and put on a slight smile,” hi,” she said slowly, trying her best to speak up,” i’ll just take whatever you have that is strong.” 

[edieteller]

“I can make anything strong for you honey -- just depends on what kind of strong you like. Vodka? Whiskey?” God, a Long Island would probably put this girl on her ass. But she seemed a little green to drinking and she also seemed alone -- and it was hard for Edie to stomach letting a young girl drink without having anyone watching out for her. “Never mind; I know what I’ll make you--” she nods, grabbing a glass and filling it with ice. She then pauses and sets the glass aside, drumming the top of the bar with her fingers. “Actually, I’m gonna need to see some ID. No offense, I know the struggle, but you look like you’re barely outta high school--”

[edieteller]

fallon 📲 edie

fallon: thank god because now that i said it?

fallon: nuggets are inevitable

fallon: i'm always down for a hang, you know that

fallon: sidenote

fallon: how long do you think it'll take boss to notice if i got a shop cat?

edie: nah i know it's just everyones got stuff goin on right now

edie: ...

edie: fallon did you get a cat

[edieteller]

instantly·:

“Why, thank you, thank you. Yeah, I think that would be more my speed than the whole poker thing. You know that people have, like, tells? You have to be really observant but no matter how hard people try to hide it, scientifically, these tells always show eventually. I watched a docuseries about that once and it was really good,” she shared. “Hey, don’t you be hating on Bingo. It’s actually pretty fun if you give it a chance,” Lu said, laughing lightly. “You know, I don’t think I’ve even seen one person win at a slot machine the entire time I’ve been alive. Have you?” She asked curiously. 

“Yeah, I can catch them some of the time. But only with like, the old regulars who are retired and have money so they just sit around the low stakes table all day. Shit, is that why you don’t wanna play poker? Do you think you’d be a bad liar?” Edie chuckles, shaking her head. “Listen -- Bingo is fun, it just takes little to no skill and it’s almost impossible to game it because the cards are what they are and it’s all by random chance. Same as the slot machines -- now that shit is a scam.  You’ve got maybe one in twenty million chances of winning it, but it’s the thing the takes the least amount of skill so it’s what get played the most. Apparently my mom won one the day before I was born -- so, you know, I was kind of physically present but not actually there. So on that note, never let me catch you at the slots because you might as well be eating your money and I taught you better than that.”

[edieteller]

jaseybomba·:

.

If she insists, then Jasey hears it. She’ll fold it up and keep it in her back pocket for a day when she makes another bad decision, maybe reference it in a time of need. You deserve a nice person. So does Edie. Out of any person that she knows, it’s Edie who busted her ass to get somewhere. Tied to the club, maybe, but she’s essentially free to do what she wants.

Jasey idolizes her in a way she doesn’t know how to articulate, much like everything meaningful on the tip of her tongue.

Posture meek, the young Disciple listens intently while simultaneously mulling over ways to fix what’s laid out in front of them. What feels like an easy fix to her is ignorance to the rest of the world. 

“I… don’t pretend? To know exactly what went down between the two of you, and I know that, like, jail is stupid-scary and there’s… stuff and things I don’t need to know. But I think regardless, you two should talk. Two years is a long time.”

She doesn’t have to tell Edie – or Ulyssess – that notion twice.

“Yeah. Yeah, he’s okay. Seems to be in good spirits and stuff. I’m… clearly over the moon he’s there, but I also want to make sure you’re ok, Edie.”

That had been the hardest part -- explaining to people why they were over. Because if it was confusing for her, how could she present it to anyone on the sidelines of their relationship with any real clarity? 

Things had always been good -- better than good -- with only the promise of things continuing in that direction. They’d talked about all of it; getting married, a house, babies. It hadn’t been a question if it would happen, just a matter of when. And then there’s that funny thing that life does to people who make plans...

It was all over in a heartbeat. In a less than twenty minute conversation. 

There was no good way to explain it, which had left everyone around her as confused as she had been.

“No, god, why would you worry about me?” Edie dismisses with a scoffed scrunch of her nose and wave of her hand. 

“I’m happy he’s home, I’m as thrilled as anyone. And I’m happy he’s staying with you so he’s not, you know, alone,” she swallows with a bob of her head, her mouth feeling dry. In a different lifetime, that had been her job. 

“I just want him to be okay. And I don’t want to ruin any upswing he could be on right now.”

[edieteller]

travcameron·:

Travis had always seen Edie as an older sister, maybe even an aunt of some kind with her authoritative streak over himself and the rrest of the guys, as Landon’s sister and Ulysses…whatever she was to him, she’d always been off limits romantically, still, Trav felt a closeness to her that he didn’t often feel with a lot of people because of the ways their lives were entangled. “Oh yeah…that’s rough.” He spoke, his eyes cast down, he hadn’t had a parent die, but he still held on to some of his mom’s things, and he hadn’t seen her since he was a toddler, so in a way he understood. “Who?” He questioned, shrugging his shoulders as he stopped for a moment and looked up, reaching out to his soda and taking a long sip, “You know how he is…he’s always thinking about you.” He answered honestly, “He looks good, prison wasn’t too bad on him. Looks wise at least.” He added, just to prop up his friend a little bit in Edie’s eyes, “You should call him.”

Travis postures as if he doesn’t know who he’s talking about, and Edie’s brows pull together in a scowl in spite of the fact that her stomach is twisting itself into knots.  “Yeah, I don’t know about that,” Edie scoffs with a shake of her head, brushing a flyaway curl behind her ear before she crosses her arms. Of course, it would be nice to think that she haunted around the forefront of Uly’s mind the way he did in hers -- but if the last two years had been any indication, he’d been going above and beyond in his efforts to eliminate her entirely. “He doesn’t have a face tattoo or anything, right?” she questions; it’s half a joke, but it does seem like the kind of impulsive thing Uly would maybe do under those conditions. “I don’t wanna wreck his peace,” she says, shaking her head at the offer of making the call. “There’s probably at least a hundred people in town he’d rather be enjoying his new freedom with.”

[edieteller]

xavierteller·:

Xavier watches his sister struggle with opening the wine and offers no assistance for no other reason than it tickled him to watch her engaged in battle with the booze. 

There’s a grimace on his face at her words. It’s not that it’s not a logical set of suggestions, but it would mean one of them would have to take on the task of trying to get her to go to any of those things and that was enough to give pause. 

“Is it really that bad that she’s a little more interested in you than usual?” He asks, knowing full well that he needed that razor focus to stay on her or switch to Landon so he could continue to fly under Goldie’s radar. 

Whatever was left of her heart after they had to bury it beneath soil in a coffin with their father, he didn’t want to be what broke it. 

Edie lets out a grunt, the muscles in her slim wrists flexing before she's finally able to wrangle the cork from the bottle with a sigh of relief. 

 "Thanks for nothing, dipshit," she adds to him pointedly, because that struggle had gone on for well over five minutes before she'd managed to free the contents of the bottle. 

 She looks around for an appropriate glass but finding none in the immediate area, she simply lifts the bottle by the neck and takes a swallow. 

 It's not like the Teller's ever claimed to be fancy.

"I just can't fucking cope with it right now," she exhales, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

 "I've been pulling doubles at the bar, I'm trying to study to taking my fucking LSATS again, and now I've got --" Uly shit. Just say Uly shit. "Other insane things going on. I just can't be the only thing she's got going on right now. Can we get her a fucking dog or something?"