get it all wrong

jeb "bowie" boregard. twenty-five. watcher.

[hardlygclden]

ABOUT BOWIE | I'm asking you God how come.

CHARACTER BASICS

NAME: Jeb “Bowie” Bediah Boregard

AGE: Twenty-Seven

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cismale, He/Him

FACE CLAIM: Tom Holland

EYE COLOR: Brown

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 5′8″

DATE OF BIRTH: April 10th, 1995

ZODIAC SIGN: Aries

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High School Diploma, Watcher's Training

RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: N/A

OCCUPATION: Waiter at Black & Blue, Janitor at Republic, Sailing Instructor

SPECIES: Watcher

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: CHILD NEGLECT, CHILD ABANDONMENT]

Jeb Boregard may have never met his father, but the man’s reputation set a path that would make it difficult for him to stray from. With his father in prison indefinitely following a failed attempt at a robbery, living in the slums would be the only way of life the Boregards would ever amount to. His mother had learned how to work her away around raising a son on her own at fifteen in the absence of Jeb’s father and her step son.

Jeb had been named after the man, a sad syllable that went like Jed, but his mother regretted it after a month. She would tie bows in his hair as a child and send him along for a second time in lines where they were given free things, pretending that it was her second child that needed a serving, a sample, a free thing. Eventually, the Boregards would be recognized and Jeb was dubbed Bowie for his mother’s attempts against the system.

Bowie has lived in Vancouver his whole life, and the mobile home and its residents had seen him grow up to be the man he is today. From sticking his head in windows to scope out what he didn’t have in comparison to the other trailers in the park and hiding from CPS when they came around because of his absences from school, Bowie was the child without any parental figures that the trailer park wanted anything but the responsibility to raise.

At sixteen, Bowie’s mother left the Vancouver after running off with a man who won the lottery His mother paid off their trailer and rent for nearly four years with the intention of coming back, but she never did. Postcards stopped coming just as quickly as they started, and Bowie was left to his own devices early on. However, Bowie looked for some kind of guidance and reconnected with his father who would instruct him that he had to clear the family name. His father had failed his duties as a watcher, abandoning his responsibilities, and he instructed Bowie to take his place. He would find his father's materials and put them not only in practice, but to use. As soon as it became evident that Bowie was studying, the Watcher's Council summoned him. Bowie rejected their traditional methods of schooling, but proved to be proficient.

After finishing most of his schooling and working at the Black & Blue as a waiter, he met the woman who would soon be the bane of his existence. She flirted with him the moment they met and a soft familiarity with the other during high school became infatuation and trust that was driven by the approval of her family, the taste of the Kook life, and someone who wanted to teach Bowie rather than scold him. This didn’t last very long, though. She wanted an escape and Bowie’s independence offered her that, and she would swallow it whole and make it her own soon enough.

Despite Bowie's training, he failed to recognize that the girl's family were vampires that aspired to make their own clan. The girl had been a reject that was promised prosperity and riches by helping them in their endeavors, and they would turn her. She put off her transition as much as she could, but eventually succumbed to the terms of her agreement. Instead of cutting ties with Bowie, she used her new abilities to ensure he'd never leave her and their constant up and down relationship never seized.

Even though he knew what she was, Bowie never left her. The strength of their relationship never outgrew childish threats of leaving him and following him until the end of time and the threat to turn him herself. Bowie feels that he needs her to survive, to keep some part of him more than human against just killing every scribbled creature of the night in the books his father hid away.

PRESENT DAY

Bowie has settled in Vancouver with the same lifestyle he's always had of working too much and never making enough. He thrives on what he can manipulate out of people, and falling in and out of the turmoil of his relationship with his vampire-ex. When it comes to being a watcher, he's pulled back from the severity of it as expected considering his father's reputation. There's an infamous excuse given to everyone who's attempted to fit under his wing— "I don't have time, I have work that actually pays me."

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Co-workers

Regulars at Black & Blue

People from the local sailing club whether its just members, socialites, co-workers, people always walking around the deck

Partners in crime

Hook-ups

Enemies

Anyone he could have crashed with when he was growing up in Vancouver

Childhood friends

People he wronged in school by being the worst partner in a project

People he used to party with in Vancouver

[tomhollandnet]

TOM HOLLAND as DANNY SULLIVAN THE CROWDED ROOM — 1.01

[wolfcursd]

his back is sore and apart from a few scrapes on his arms, he has no evidence of the previous evenings. if isaac sat down and collected each "coincidence" of his adventurous nights, he'd get somewhere - but the absurdity of it all causes him to ignore it altogether. he has no idea why he keeps waking up in bizarre situations in the middle of nowhere and believes his ignorance is for the best.

the worst part is always going back to the apartment. while he's doing the walk of shame home, dressed in clothes he'd been lucky enough to find from a lost and found, isaac wishes he lived alone. not that he has anything personal against bowie, even if he's too nosy for his own good sometimes, but there are certain things he prefers not to ever be said aloud. he refuses to think too deeply about it.

lifting the welcome mat because he's lost his key again, he can sense bowie's proximity. as he grabs the knob and pushes the door open, isaac is overwhelmed with the tension in the room - able to sense every minuscule judgement. the smell of his frosted flakes being eaten is ignored.

❝ i didn't know i had a curfew, ❞ he chuckles, mostly nervous laughter following. his eyes roll at the comment but he decides to use it as a cover, too exhausted to think of anything else. ❝ yeah, i'll have them call you next time to explain our evening plans... not that i owe you that, since i do pay my fair share of rent. ❞

[hardlygclden]

The same chant grew in tempo, but just the crunch of the cereal in his mouth drowned out his better judgement. With the screeching of his chair— another test of just what could be wrong with his roommate against any overstimulation— he moved to the kitchen sink. Isaac's reflection was dull in the window he pushed open, but it gave him some insight without directly prying.

"Just wondering what it is you do out all night, Isaac," He sighed, flipping open the box of cigarettes in his pocket. The spark against the filter of it brought an aroma Bowie swore he's smoke down the whole pack to smell over and over again. "If my roommate's out in the red light district, I'd like to know so I could at least up the rent or get a better place than this."

Bowie hadn't suspected that the responsibilities his father passed on to him would take over his life, though he'd grown to understand why his father did everything he could to be rid of it. He tarnished more than his name as a means of being free of it, only to regret it and rope his son into it. Bowie had done what he could to rewrite the parameters of what it meant to take on the role. He had spent his life fending for himself above all else, and he was expected to care for more than greater good? He didn't think so. He strayed at times as much as he could with just a slap on the wrist, but there were matters like Isaac where he felt the need to do more than just turn the other cheek.

"Make sure you wash down the shower when you're done, alright?" He told him. "I don't know what you get up to, but I want all evidence down the drain. I can't afford to be an accomplice, man."

[chsns-deactivated20230821]

She rolled her eyes slightly. She glanced down at her notebook and back at Bowie. "Williams, I think. I didn't hear them too clearly." She admitted. Gemma narrowed her eyes at the other watcher. "You'd think if you wanted to do your own analyze of the crime scene, you wouldn't be asking me these sorts of questions?" She clicked her tongue then turned back to her own notebook. "Did you hear about the slayer death?" Gemma asked after a moment. It was always a horrible thing, a slayer dying. Especially when they didn't catch the creature who had done it. She closed her notebook and turned her full attention to the man. Gemma smiled tightly. She didn't want to do this but she knew that two watchers were better than one. "Do you want to come with me to the admissions office, I am going to check transcripts." She told him honestly.

[hardlygclden]

A slayer? Bowie hadn't given much thought to it. His morning was simply interrupted by those in the hall chittering about what happened the night before and by the time he'd seen the tape, he'd practically gotten the story and three theories. He hadn't connected the name to one he'd gone over more than once in passing but never put much weight to it.

Cigarette ash dusted to the side, he took her notebook to finish reading what he had over her shoulder. He skimmed through the details she jotted down, finding her penmanship easy to follow along compared to the scribbles he'd done trying to follow her lead before. His nod came only after he was heading down the hall with her things in the direction of the office.

"Did you see the body?" Crude, but it was important question. "No tarp blowing up off of it or anything? A report like that's gonna take at least a week to get into our hands. We're better off paying someone to give it to us, or doing it ourselves. Is it still lying there?"

[ch3ckm4te-deactivated20231028]

nathan tipped his glass in thanks, twirling the umbrella once more to mix it. "just occupational hazards, unfortunately." he lifted his other hand to inspect it, sporting quite a few new bandages since this morning, wrapped around his palm and his fingers. an outside observer would eventually start to think he was just bad at his job. but the truth is when you do something for so long it becomes muscle memory, and you can feel exactly where and when to cut. then, one day, you lose the ability to feel. it's the thing that pisses him off the most about his ... situation.

he wasn't sure if bowie had figured out that something was wrong with him. nathan certainly never mentioned it, and so far, bowie hasn't asked. there are some of his staff that believe he has a medical condition, something he had to explain after an incident with a hot pot of coffee. sure, idiopathic neuropathy doesn't exactly describe what he has, but it was close enough.

[hardlygclden]

Bowie's reputation was built on how closely knit he kept his own affairs, but there was no denying that what belonged to him was never really his. He had a knack for eavesdropping and taking what he wanted even if he put it back most of the time. The one thing anyone could count on, though, was that Bowie would never ask unless he couldn't figure out the answer himself. There was no denying that he was looking, always observant, but what he figured out stayed between the knit of his brow.

"Let me see it," He said, chin pointed to Nathan's hand.

The affliction that overcame his boss was something he'd taken note of, but never bothered to pry unless he had to spray down the kitchen himself for the sake of a health hazard. It was seemingly mundane, but he'd learned to pay better attention. Whispers between booths and private dinner parties hadn't awarded Nathan anything too precious in his office— at least nothing Bowie found particularly interesting, he had looked himself— and so maybe what he wanted was something not so easily seen.

[ch3ckm4te-deactivated20231028]

he tolerated bowie quite well. a hard worker, and not particularly annoying. his sticky fingers definitely cost him a few rudimentary supplies, but it wasn't worth training a new waiter over. he hand-picked his entire staff, and he made damn sure he'd go to bat for any of them, as long as they were discreet about his extra dealings.

"oh, please. . ." he eyed the bartender who made his drink, waiting for him to walk away. "matheson can't mark his shots for shit, there's less alcohol in this than a dr. pepper. teach him how to float the rum, will you?" nathan twirled the umbrella in the ice. after a moment of silence, he spoke up again. "i can't handle kitchen today." a rare and fleeting turn of vulnerable prose, before he shut his mouth entirely. he shook his head, "they can handle it back there, you got tables that need to be yelled at? i'm in the mood."

[hardlygclden]

"I yelled at that geezer one time because he made one of the waitresses cry. And tipped her like two bucks when she had to fix his order four times because he forgot what he ordered in the first place!" Bowie protested, but there was no denying that he had found an opportunity to refocus his frustration and justify it.

As he took his place behind the bar, he made a point of digging a sharp shoulder into the arm of the bartender coming off his shift. He poured some of the liquor that was lacking into Nathan's drink, a little heavy handed but hardly against any wish.

"Not to be facetious, boss, but you seem like you're always in the mood for a fight," He pointed out. "What's your reason for it now?"

[hardlygclden]

open to: isaac brenner | @wolfcursd location: bowie & isaac's apartment

Mind your fucking goddamn business, you stupid son of a bitch. The chant was almost ritualistic now, coming to mind even when Isaac was fast asleep in his room and Bowie convinced himself that the snoring that woke him up was him and not his own breathing. Yet this time, it was warranted with more uneasiness when his roommate had never come home. Don't ask him. Bowie had done that enough times and still went out his way to retrace the man's steps. It wasn't hard when there was a smell that lingered, or when there was a few rumors going around town that he knew better than to dismiss. Don't even look at him. He tried, this time with more effort as Bowie held a newspaper in front of his face at the kitchen table. Usually meant to conceal that he was eating Isaac's cereal and not the stale crumbs of his Wheaties, Bowie used it now to not engage. "About damn time you came in." It left his mouth faster than he intended, the need to instigate stronger than that to investigate. He kept his face concealed behind the veil of poorly printed words. "Did you fall asleep on a park bench or did you actually get lucky for once?"

[ch3ckm4te-deactivated20231028]

where? black + blue when? afternoon who? open to all

in his heart of hearts, nathan could have forgiven the turnip mishap. his supplier added a zero, and now he's got ten times the turnips he needs. that's fine. it happens. the real problem is he's stabbed his hand four times in the past hour. each time an ordeal for the sous, who would yelp as loud as she could every time it happened. nathan, of course, wouldn't notice, until then. he needed a break. that's how he found himself at his own bar, 'sampling' his own cocktails. it was still slow, so his sous could handle the prep work for now. when someone approached him, he bristled a moment before greeting them.

"you should try the mai tai." he said, tipping his glass to the invader, a small smile forced on his face.

[hardlygclden]

"Can't take that back now," Bowie said, his particular presence made known with a slap of menus meant for the host stand on the bar counter. "You might be my favorite boss yet to let me drink on the job."

Despite being front of house by what Bowie deemed desperation upon his application, he made up for it by taking over any other duty that needed to be tended to. It kept his work as the temporary face of Black & Blue limited before his mockery of certain customers came into play, and it ensured he was an asset. He'd rummage between bartending duties, janitorial responsibilities, and waiter chores in a heartbeat. Sure, it was never done out of the kindness of his heart, but he had a good rate going whether it was discussed with those he'd switch shifts with or Nathan if he ever really bothered to ask.

"But with the look on your face, I can't tell if I should give in. You still look like a miserable son of a bitch and there's an umbrella in your drink."

[chsns-deactivated20230821]

location: UBC Campus status: open for all time: 1030 AM

Gemma grabbed her pen and paper and made her way through the campus, attempting to catch up with the security. There was a few bodies found drained of their blood and she knew what that meant... vampires.

She followed them closely and stopped at the yellow tape. She clicked her tongue and quickly started to write down what she saw before she was asked to leave before they called the proper authorities.

It wasn't a shock, the vampires usually fed on young students. She sighed, quickly jotting down some more notes before smiling politely at the other standing close to her. "It's a shame about these students, isn't it. Did you happen to know them at all?" She asked with a small smile. "I mean... since you're standing here." Gemma continued.

[hardlygclden]

The longing for sleep clung to Bowie in dark hues under his eyes. Whenever he came around to UBC, rest was hardly what he sought out. He usually took advantage of someone’s morning class to sleep in a little longer without the feigned caring of whatever happened the night before. Bowie’s thank you was always being gone by the time they came back, and taking something they’d hardly remember they had at all. He'd left this early because the student whose dorm he'd taken over for the night was notorious for coming back around far too early than he anticipated, asking for more than he was ready for.

“Just because you’ve caught me in a lab more than once after hours, does not mean I know most of the people ‘round here, Gemma,” He sighed, accidentally finding his place at her side to gawk at what could be scene beyond the parameter set by security. “No, didn’t know them but I think I might have known a roommate. What's the name?"

[tcr-gifs]

Tom Holland as Danny Sullivan in THE CROWDED ROOM (2023)

i don't condone smoking..but why he kinda...

[shellshocklove]

TOM HOLLAND the brothers trust | trivia night announcement

[hardlygclden]

open to: nicolette von | @nicolettevon​ location: nic’s house

“Am I actually too high for my own good for once?” He asked himself in a mumble, trying to sit upright but finding it difficult to maneuver his body. Nathaniel’s body sunk into every space between the cushions of the couch where he trapped himself over and over again. A crawl home had landed him at Nicolette’s since it was closer, but Nate didn’t plan on staying. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but the hangover was only on the horizon as he was still pinned by the effects of what he’d taken at the club. “Where the hell even am I?”

[hardlygclden]

open to: melody santos | @melodyxsantos​ location: melody’s place

The last of the pots clamored together as Nathaniel set them on the drying rack, ringing out as the encore of his takeover of Melody’s home. This was an invasion usually reserved for his sister, but as soon as Nash had taken over the home, he wasn’t as inclined to create disruption. There was enough weight to their shared presence, and he wasn’t looking to aid his hangover with his brother’s less than cheerful company. 

With Melody, there was a home life he could mimic to belonging to. A full kitchen, a pet sliding between his legs begging for whatever would fall to the ground, and someone to be equally annoyed and content with his presence. He wouldn’t have minded sharing it with Dilara if cooking at the trailer didn’t immediately result in the rapping of his front door as one of the neighborhood kids looked to leech off of him. On the days he would have to spend alone and away from her, he found company with the friends who had yet to shake him off. 

“Good morning!” He called out, taking plates from the cabinets and clanking them against the counter. His ears were still shot from the concert the night before. “I did some stupid shit I can’t remember, so this is what I have to coax you into givin’ me a recap.”

[flowerytale]

Florence and The Machine, from “Caught“

[facinaoris]

Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz

[mfaistdaily]

[hardlygclden]

open to: lukas navarro | @thelukasnavarro​ location: house of dioscuri

“I know,” Nathaniel said, barely averting his eyes as he found a familiar presence beside himself. The amber burned his tongue, numbing every sigh into a soft breath as he took another sip. He hadn’t gone out for a drink in a long time, but he didn’t have any plans on breaking the habit. The weight of whatever rock he’d crawled under was finally too heavy for him to carry, and he was out from underneath it. “But I’m pacing myself. I think Halloween was enough proof that anywhere is fair game for a shit show, so we might as well enjoy what time we got. Think of it this way, though— I have the antiseptic right here if shit hits the fan and someone tries to break my nose again.”