" The Telex machine is kept so clean As it types to a waiting world. And mother feels so shocked Father's world is rocked And their thoughts turn to their own little girl Sweet sixteen ain't that peachy keen!!"
lorelai had been getting prepared for the upcoming school week, and that meant re-reading her favorite play of all time: the crucible. besides it being a requited reading for every junior class to have read it, lorelai identified with it- she identified with john proctor. she knew what it was like to handle an accusation, to have her name soiled HOWEVER in more ways than one, she even felt a bit like mary warren. she was that scared, fragile girl. sure, abigail was behind all those witches being hanged- but mary was there the whole time- she could have stopped it, but she didn’t. lorelai was mary warren and her siblings were the innocent women who were framed as witches. when did her life become the salem witch trials? “do you think the bystanders are just as guilty as the people who actually kill?” rory pondered verbally, as her thoughts became too loud for just her head. her face turned red after she spoke, holding up the aged book in her hand, as a way to tell that she was indeed referring to the works of arthur miller.
GUILTY! despite the fact that he’s only just sat down near the woman, he now wants to run away. there was no way she could know, it was all a massive coincidence. yet suddenly the name spins round in his head. billy, ben, benji? he’d gone so long without saying it that he couldn’t even remember. how awful did that make him? ‘ UMM, i don’t know ― not really. maybe. depends. ’ he manages to finish his sentence with a combination of stutters & shrugs. in the eyes of the law, the answer was no. then again, that was the word he’d used in response to the question; how do you plead? he’s trapped in his thoughts again. so much so that he doesn’t notice the book in his her until ‘ OH, you’re talking about a book --- technically that’s all fiction so the answer is no. ’
ANGEL LEANED towards the front desk, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floor in a rapid pace. the door jingle made a sound and her head turned at the sound, ‘’ hey, ‘’ she spoke. ‘’ you got any idea when there’s going to be anyone here? ‘’ the girl pointed at the empty desk in front of her.
‘ TECHNICALLY, there are two people here. ’ although he’s not sure he classifies, given his current nobody status. the empty desk doesn’t surprise him though. he’s learned from his own work that most motel guests arrive late at night with a mistress in tow, no need for a clerk during the day. ‘ but no --- i got no idea. i don’t work here, just picking up a package that was sent to the wrong SHADY motel. ’
“Hey, d’you think you could do me a quickie? No, wait that sounds wrong,” Teddy interrupted himself, high atop the branches of an old Oak. “Okay, we’re gonna totally disregard that first attempt at a sentence, alright? Perfect, beautiful. Let’s try this again.” He cleared his throat and began anew, a soft chuckle becoming speed bumps for his words. It was all too ridiculous. “I seem to have, uh, left my baggage on the ground, which I realize now is not the best idea. D’you think you could maybe, possibly throw it up to me?”
‘ LITTLE FORWARD ... ’ a shrug of the shoulders hides the fact that eli would be totally in to it ― although the guy reminds him of himself so it’d be a little weird. beggars can’t be choosers. he tilts his head up, hand shading the sun from his eyes. what he REALLY wants to ask is, why the mans in a tree? however if there’s one thing his mother taught him, it’s that it’s rude to ask questions. ‘ you wan’t me to throw it? alright. ’ he gets a good grip on the bag, ‘ you should probably know, i’ve never taken a gym class in my life. ’ and with that, he launches the bag in to the air.
GLITTER PAINTED NAILS tapped the desk before her and a pair thin black sunglasses were covering up half of her eyes, she scanned the place. it wasn’t what she had expected, but sweet water plaza had its quirks. the person in front her catches her eye, ‘’ the restaurants here – ‘’ she started, pausing for a moment. ‘’ they any good? ‘’
TRUTH BE TOLD, eli couldn’t answer that question. the only restaurant he’d frequented in the past few months had been pop’s, that was only because the old man gave him freebies though. most things that had been around when he was a kid now were estate agencies or retail stores. ‘ they’re not awful. kinda like most things here. just remember ― everything tastes better with salt & beer. ’
― g’mornin, welcome to show. todays act includes this lil bitch. aka eli.
* richard harmon, cismale, he/him, oc ━━ riverdale’s very own ELI SCULLY is now twenty one years old. they have lived in town for seven months, and pop never forgot their regular ━ bacon cheese fries, on the house. you’ll likely find the cleaner hanging around shady palms motel, probably lurking in shadows and getting himself a five finger discount on other peoples things. their friends on the southside in the sweetwater trailer park will tell you all about how they’re +observant, +self sufficient and +tenacious, but others might describe them as -impulsive or -guarded. oh well, no matter how you feel about scully, you can’t deny that he seems to be working up a reputation as the riverdale creep. ━━ written by kaz, she/her, 20, gmt !
oKay are u ready for one of my many problematic sons? i don’t think you are.
first things; i’m kaz & this into would’ve been up sooner but i was visiting babies. ones that are related to me...it’d be weird if they weren’t. i’m not interesting so i overcompensate for that by making dramatic ass characters
that being said: TW: MURDER, TW: BULLYING (kinda)
aighty folks, eli ( pronounced e-lie ) scully is a 21 year old loser. born & raised in riverdale but under the radar. he originally lived with his grandma as well as his mother, until the grandma died. her ashes are still on the mantle piece bc yolo.
eli stopped schooling at 7, when his mum supposedly started ‘homeschooling’ him. aka ‘eli go play outside whilst i spend some time with my gentleman friend here’
is 99% sure his mother was a prostitute but never had any confirmation
due to the lack of attention eli got from his mother, at age 12 he fell in with a group of who lived in the southside. because he’d been exposed to so many dodgy guys, he didn’t realise they were the kind of guys that lurked around corners and made people cross the street when they saw them.
at 14 however, eli became complicit in a crime when these older guys decided to take things a bit far.
TW: VIOLENCE !!. the older guys (and eli a little) ended up beating a kid up so badly that they thought he was dead until eli pointed out that he wasn’t, thinking the guys would leave and not be in trouble. however they didn’t, instead they finished him off. getting eli to help them burn the body. eli obviously didn’t complain. partly because he was scared, partly because they were like his family.
obviously the dumbasses were caught, with most of the boys tried as adults & getting life sentences. eli however, given his younger age and less involvement confessed to his part and got a deal. he was sentenced to 10 years bc he was proven to have hit the guy a couple times. he was let out on good behaviour 7 months ago.
came back to riverdale to find that his mother had another kid and moved away with the dad, but the boi got himself a trailer.
got a job at shady palms when he agreed to work for less that the minimum wage. but he makes up for it by stealing things from guests rooms when they’re out or sleeping. the manager turns a blind eye to that.
has a supportive older friend at the trailer park which sorts his shit out when it needs sorting (WC)
dead pan snarker
got pretty close to pop before his death bc the man took pity on him and gave him food on the house. given his record however, despite not being public, he’s been keeping away from all of that drama now the word murder is getting thrown around.
aloof af and so people think he’s a creep. pale skin & black nail polish does nothing to help that rep.
nobody knows much about the murder he participated in because all the names were kept from the press
is such a leech from the people he actually trusts. will show up at their house a 1am like ‘i need a bottle opener....and some beer pls’
some possible connections:
trailer park buds
shady motel guests he teases
drinking buddies
'you’re suck a fucking creep’ enemies
friends with hardly any benefits
parental figure
old cops/corrections workers keeping a watchful eye
+ many more that i can’t think of rn
honestly like this & i’ll attack your dms like a clingy child bc i need attention to survive in the wild
