SAWYER.

And I never wanted to change It's taking me over It's taking me over It's making me colder

[gvnshy]

OPEN: everyone LOCATION: last call

❝This is my go away face,❞ Sawyer said sourly as someone sat next to her. Maybe coming to a bar when being in such a mood was not the best idea but then again, she wanted to drink and not do it entirely alone. As long as no one offered her sympathy or asked her any sort of questions. ❝If you insist on being there, you could at least pay the next round.❞

[fcllengrace]

"Man, every Walker in town this... charming?" Amusement coated his tone as he sat beside Sawyer, not at all swayed by her choice of words. "Thought Logan had the monopoly on bad moods. Must be a family trait." He smirked, head nodding as his gaze found the bartender's and he signaled them over. "Hey, it's your old man who signs my checks, so if you think about it, your surly ass is actually paying for it." Or was. Shit, poor choice of words considering David was now in a coma. So he grinned and did his best to ignore his foot in mouth moment. "What we drinkin', huh? Better be something good."

[gvnshy]

"That's why we're so popular," she shot back taking the other in. Livestock agent, probably one of theirs? Sawyer didn't keep up with her father and brother's antics, that side of the family business, but she had a certain understanding of it. She didn't have much of a choice. "Genetics run deep." A smile crept on her features at the mention of Logan, a Walker she liked more than her own brother. Maybe because he had no part in the family business. "Damn, that's cold," she said as her smile got bigger. "I like it. Blood money will pay our drinks. Yours and mine." They had fought, the last time they spoke, her father and her. But most of their interactions went that way, it was nothing new. Sawyer didn't know what it meant, with him in a coma, if their last words would be the ones they spat at each others. "Something strong and cheap, something that will make us regret this night, what do you say?"

[gvnshy]

OPEN: everyone LOCATION: last call

❝This is my go away face,❞ Sawyer said sourly as someone sat next to her. Maybe coming to a bar when being in such a mood was not the best idea but then again, she wanted to drink and not do it entirely alone. As long as no one offered her sympathy or asked her any sort of questions. ❝If you insist on being there, you could at least pay the next round.❞

[oxbowridgehq]

And I never wanted to change, it's taking me over, It's taking me over, it's making me colder.

STATS.

NAME: Sawyer Juliane Walker GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman & she/her AGE: 38 OCCUPATION: Owner of Stevenson AFFILIATIONS: Walker FACECLAIMS: Sophia Bush

ABOUT.

Middle child syndrome is such a cliché and yet, it used to apply perfectly to Sawyer. Maybe it even still applied today, in some form or the other. There was a time when she was the youngest, everyone at her beck and call, not that she took much advantage of it. And when the new baby came, Sawyer was happy. The idea of having a sister, to be to her what Cooper had been to Sawyer was something she liked. Her big brother was a big part of her world and her world was perfect. Until cracks started to show themselves.

Once Bethany was born, their mother changed. And a baby was not as fun as she thought it would be, a lot of crying and nothing else. Sometimes Sawyer wondered if her sister cried only for the sake of it, not that she understood much about infants. By the time Bethany was able to play it became clear to Sawyer that outside of family, they didn’t have much in common. Still, there were moments when they got along, the three of them. These moments were always highlighted by how distant their mother had became.When she left, Sawyer was hurt but she hid it. Acted as if nothing of it, good riddance was all she said, when inside, she was hurting. The pain was almost unbearable, not that she told anyone. It wasn’t so much that her mother wanted a life away from the ranch, it was the fact that she didn’t ask any of them if they wanted to follow her. Because Sawyer might have. Sawyer loved the ranch but she saw the cruel side of it, the cruel side of her family.

That’s when most of the rebelling started. Nights out on the town, not coming back until the sunrise, acting up in school, not pulling her full weight on the ranch. Cooper picked up her slacks, most of the time, an attempt at keeping it all from their father. Still, her grades never dipped and while she wasn’t the perfect daughter, she kept out of trouble, for the most part. And this she became the family disappointment, or least her father’s. It became something she felt and then something she heard. And when he told her uncle and cousins to leave? She was more than vocal about it. Even Cooper was behind it and Sawyer didn’t hesitate to go against him either. 

Then graduation came and college was freeing. It was out of town, where no one knew her name, for the most part. And then Bethany left and she graduated and was asked, forcibly, to come back. She was expected to put her new business degree to good use and she tried, but her heart wasn’t in it. Still, she did as she was asked but it was never enough, she was never enough. And for her 35th birthday, her father gifted her Stevenson. It wasn’t even for sale before he marched in. Everyone knew the place was already under his control, he only made it official. And with came the clear instruction not to let him down, not let the family down. So Sawyer worked her ass off, by-passed others, kept the best deals for her family. It became a meeting spot for meetings that was off the ranch. And then her father had his accident, not long after a fight between the two of them and Sawyer never spoke to her. His death has been hard on her and she was sinking into old habits.