JUST A POOR BOY

Priv. Charles Smith of Riverdale

[identitykilled]

couldntshed‌  //  alice cooper

        ❛     but it is you.  ❜      he was the same young man she’d turned away all those months ago.   the same one who had showed up at her door with the intention of meeting his mother.   she’d thrown him away like yesterday’s trash and never even got a chance to meet him.   sure, his hair had gotten a little longer, he hadn’t bothered to shave    ——-     but he reminded her of his father in that way.     the only thing that stumped her was…    why was he hiding here?   in the southside?    ❛   you don’t have to be scared, if you are.  i’m sorry.   when you showed up at my door, i had no idea who you were.   i shouldn’t have turned you away, even if i didn’t know you were my son.    ❜    

           swallowing, she looked down at the dirt road before she looked up at him.   ❛    if you don’t want to speak to me, i get it.   i really do.   but you at least deserved to know that.    and you deserve to know what happened with chic.    ❜    if they had been friends, he needed to know that he was dead.   and he deserved to know that he’d been lying to her entire family for weeks, claiming he was her BIOLOGICAL SON.    ❛    but, it’s your choice.   i’ll back off if you want me to.    ❜

Lips pressed together when she continued to PRESS that he was her son. He’d spent so long hiding in the same town but always so certain she’d never return to that side of the tracks. And Charles had been proven right until recently when glances outside his trailer showed her on the steps of that serpent leader how many times? Hell, even Chic had shown up a time or two and that had really gotten his heart pumping out of sheer FEAR. The mention of Chic once more caused his muscles to tense and he found himself shaking his head with unruly hair following the motion.  ❝   No. No way, I’m not getting involved with Chic. He tried to———   ❞

He stopped there, finally outing himself as the lost son. A hand ran through the messy hair, tangling in the locks as he tried to compose his thoughts into actual WORDS. Everything was a wreck. Charles had never anticipated any sort of PERFECT life but surely one more put together than this.  ❝   He’s not RIGHT, okay? And he can’t know. No one can. I’ll get seriously fucked.  ❞

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couldntshed  //  alice cooper

she isn’t sure what makes her recognize him.   mother’s intuition, perhaps?   the belief that, despite everything chic had told her, that her real son might still be alive?   it was easy to get lost in the dream, but   —–    what if that dream was a reality?   what if alice got a do-over and so did he?   walking closer, she forces herself not to get her hopes up, but her eyes remain on him and she can’t get the image of the boy out of her head.   it was him, it had to be.  the same boy who’d come knocking on her door and she’d turned away.   the same boy who she never thought she’d ever get to meet.   he was here, in this trailer park.   so close she could reach out and touch.   and yet?   he was …   running from her.   

❛   hey!   h-hey, wait!    ❜    and suddenly, her feet are carrying her closer and closer to this young man who might not even be her son.   but she KNOWS.   after leaving fp’s trailer, she’d know that posture anywhere.   it was the same posture that his father carried, the same type of energy.   he radiated self-destruction.   and finally, the blonde jogs closer to him until she’s turning him by his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes.   it was him.   ❛    charles..?   ❜   she whispers, looking as awestruck as if she’s seen a ghost.   he shouldn’t be alive.  but he is, he’s..   right in front of her.   tears dwell in the woman’s eyes before she can shake her head.   ❛    is it. ..  really you?   ❜ 

She was calling him but he refused to slow down, refused to halt up until a hand had his shoulder and he was forced to face her. Instinct kicked in, the young man RIPPING himself free of her grasp and unable to meet her gaze. The name passed her lips and he knew right then and there he was busted. No, he couldn’t give in. Not when Chic lingered though Charles hadn’t seen him around in some time. And especially not after Alice had already shooed him off of her porch once before. The STING of rejection still lingered in his chest, of words meant to get him away. The shameful son though it wasn’t as though he had asked to be born outside of marriage and the perfect world of the Coopers. 

❝   ———Ben,    ❞  he finally managed, the lie slipping past his lips without effort. It was the LIE he had been telling for two years since moving to Riverdale.  ❝   My name is Ben. Not Charles. I think you got the wrong guy.   ❞  Bullshit. BULLSHIT and he knew it. But what better way to avoid rejection than to live a whole other life separate from it? His lips pursed together in discomfort, mind spinning to try and think of a way out of the situation. Considering her near desperate manner, Charles didn’t think she’d just let him leave, let him walk away. Besides, didn’t she already have her little ‘PERFECT’ family?

❝   Look, I can’t really stick around to talk. I got places to be. And I’m not this Charles anyways.  ❞

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swcctserpent  //  serpent

sweet pea could usually pick the junkies from a mile away, and one as jumpy as this guy? yeah, that’s not a hard sell. he’d almost believe he was at the wyrm looking for a score — if he hadn’t been watching the guy just… watch the place, standing there and spacing out. he’d only gone out for a SMOKE, but he’d ended up lingering to observe the stranger long after he’d crushed the butt under his boot. eventually, he’d had enough, had pushed off the wall to slouch over to the guy, concealing his minimal advantage in the height department until the last second. 

                                              ❝  you look smart enough not to be here to start shit,  ❞   he agreed easily enough, tipping his chin up,    ❝  but I don’t know whose kool-aid you been drinking if you think the serpents are in the jj business.  ❞   even the thought of selling that gutter coke had his lip curling in a snarl.    ❝  you wanna score some of that shit, you go to the GHOULIES, man, and you go to the ghoulies? you don’t come back here.  ❞  if he really had moved here only a month ago, sweet pea might’ve excused him, maybe even offered advice, but he didn’t have time or patience to educate a stranger on southside politics.   ❝  you do know who the ghoulies are, right? I only ask since you clearly know who we are.  ❞  

If one good thing had come from his ‘DEATH’, it was him kicking the habit of gutter coke like jingle jangle. So the laugh that came from him was a bitter one as the suggestion that was what he was there for. While drugs certainly hadn’t been his actual reason, Charles could say for certain that he wasn’t there for any jingle jangle.  ❝   I’m not about the jj, man. Just———  heard you guys got some pot is all. Maybe I picked the wrong place.   ❞  Well at least the other wasn’t about to try and pound him into the ground for LOITERING; the last thing Charles needed was to be involved in a fight, especially with a KID of all people. Act innocent, it was what he was good at anyways. He’d spent the past two years in hiding anyways.

The attempt at an education had Charles’ lips twitch upwards for a split second; he had been there for two years rather than the month he had told the serpent so he was well aware of the ghoulies. Hell, he had known about them back in Centerville due to his heavy drug usage back then. CUTE. But Charles wasn’t an idiot——— most of the time.   ❝   I think it’s hard to live on the southside and not know who the ghoulies are. Just as hard to not know who the serpents are. I’m not here to fight or get involved between some gang shit, alright?   ❞

[identitykilled]

retiredsnake  //  fp

┈┈┈┈   🐍   @identitykilled liked for a starter

the bar itself was usually hog eye’s domain, and fp stayed well away. he ordered supplies like new hoses for the tap beer or refills for the soda machine, balanced the books, and made sure that they had everything they needed. 

today, though, hog eye was down a bartender so he was cleaning glasses when the other man walked in. fp knew that he bought from them sometimes, but he didn’t usually handle the transactions. 

          ‘ you lookin’ for ace? ‘

Since day one of him moving to Riverdale, Charles had made sure to stay on the right side of the serpents. A loyal customer and not looking to piss anyone off. Two years strong though perhaps lying about his name could get him in deep shit one day. But walking into the bar, he felt no THREAT as some might have when surrounded by serpents. Especially not when addressed by the king himself. Hell, just the guy he was looking for anyways instead of Ace as he normally was.

❝   Actually was hoping I’d find you. Or Hog Eye. I might need some help.  ❞  Maybe normal people wouldn’t go to their drug suppliers for aid but Charles was far from normal and living under the radar as best he could.   ❝   I’ve been working down at a factory in Centerville. But they cut my hours so I thought maybe you guys got a job open. I know I ain’t a serpent but,   ❞ he nodded to the glass in hand,   ❝   I’ve worked at a bar before. Or I could do runs or some shit. Just need to keep those bills paid.   ❞

[identitykilled]

Okay, okay, but Charles being married to a serpent woman some time after he moved to riverdale after his ‘death’.

[goodnightmemes]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN SENTENCE STARTERS (PART TWO)

“I like dogs.”

“I’m going to leave. Though I’m certainly going to miss our bromance.”

“You’re so disgusting!”

“Why’d they make you look so goofy, and give you that weird voice?”

“If you think we’re gonna be buddies, you’re as stupid as you look.”

“I don’t really listen to music, as such, but I’d like to.”

“I always accomplish my mission.”

“Fascinating. CyberLife’s last chance to save humanity…is itself a deviant.”

“Will we be together forever?”

“She needs me, and I need her. It’s as simple as that.”

“You watch your back, all right?”

“Never seen an android like you before. What model are you?”

“I did what I had to to advance the investigation, and I’d do it again if I had to!”

“You’re a lowlife! You don’t feel a thing, do you?”

“Empathy is a human emotion.”

“Why? Why did you kill her? She had nothing to do with any of this.”

“I didn’t mean to kill him. I just wanted to stay alive, and get back to the one I love.”

“I trusted you, and you lied to me!”

“I hope that one day you pay for what you did to me.”

“Nothing else matters to you but your goddamn investigation, huh?”

“They’re machines, and machines don’t feel anything.”

“What is going to happen to me?”

“I never thought I’d say this to an android, but thank you.”

“Do all androids ask so many personal questions, or is it just you?”

“Some things I just can’t forget. Whatever I do they’re always there, eating away at me.”

“That’s probably difficult for you to understand, huh? Nothing very rational about it.”

“That shouldn’t have happened. I wasn’t programmed to fail.”

“Oh, well, you fucked up. Welcome to the club.”

“If you go there, they will kill you.”

“Statistically speaking, there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place.”

“Am I a living being? Or just a machine?”

“I’ve been ordered to take you alive, but I won’t hesitate to shoot if you give me no choice.”

“You’re nothing to them. You’re just a tool they use to do their dirty work. But you’re more than that.”

“I used to be just like you. I thought nothing mattered but the mission, but then one day I understood.”

“I’ve learned a lot since I met you.”

[goodnightmemes]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN SENTENCE STARTERS

“My name is ____. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”

“You can’t kill me. I’m not alive.”

“I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar.”

“For your information, I’m worth a small fortune.”

“Wonders of technology, they can even program assholes these days.”

“Don’t put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it?”

“All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics.”

“Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?”

“I know it hasn’t always been easy, but I want you to know that I really appreciated working with you.”

“I really mean that. At least, I think I do.”

“Painting is not about replicating the world, it’s about interpreting and improving on it, showing something you see.“

“Well he can kiss my ass, I’m old enough to choose my own medications.”

“Humans are fragile machines.”

“Don’t leave, okay? Please don’t go! Don’t leave.”

“Don’t let anybody tell you who you are.”

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”

“A war is coming, you’ll have to choose your side.”

“What could be worse than having to choose between two evils?”

“Deciding who you are can be the hardest thing.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?”

“Adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features.”

“I was connected to it’s memory when it fired. I felt it die, like I was dying. I was scared.”

“I was scared.”

“You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.’

“Hang on, hang on! We’re gonna save you, hang on!”

“You died in my arms and now you’re back here as if nothing happened. Fuck you!”

“One of you is my partner, the other is a sack of shit. Question is, who is who?”

“I’d give anything for us to be able to roll back the clock.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore. All of my options are bad ones. No matter what I decide, I know there will be blood.”

“I hope you make it out safely. You deserve some happiness.”

“When the world falls into darkness, some men have the courage to lead it out. You are one of those men.”

“Why do you never do what I say?”

“I was just a machine taking orders. It wasn’t really me.”

“You’ll have to protect yourself, and make your choices. Decide who you are, and wanna become“

“Your heart is troubled. A part of shadow and a part of light. Which will prevail?”

“You’re lost. You’re looking for something. You’re looking for yourself.”

“Forgetting who you are, to become what someone needs you to be, maybe that’s what it means to be alive.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

[identitykilled]

 ❝   Ah, yes. He was the NICE one.                                                Always said BUENOS DIAS————                            MAY HE REST IN PEACE.   ❞

                            Priv. Charles Smith | Penned By V | 18+ Only

[aaronjohnsonsource]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s filmography: Savages (dir. Oliver Stone) as Ben

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pinkxperfectionisms  //  betty

There was something almost calming in the fact that he was able to sense her unease. Though Betty was quite certain that it was rushing off of her in violent waves, it would be easy for most to ignore. And this one? Well, he was making an endeavor to show that he came in peace, which the ponytailed teen silently appreciated. “Uh, yeah, you could say that.” She muttered, peering at the stranger through blonde lashes. Chic had briefly been the answer to all of the Cooper’s problems. He’d been the older brother she’d always secretly longed for. The firstborn child Alice so desperately needed to see. The missing piece. But their bliss with him had been short-lived. Everything suddenly felt wrong; Like a lie. “I just really don’t want any trouble.” Regardless of if it involved her or her mother, Betty didn’t want any more blood on her hands. Her feet shifted slightly against the hardwood floor as he spoke, the tiny hairs that trailed the back of her neck rising a bit. So Chic had been stealing things? Oddly enough, she wasn’t the least bit surprised, but there was still something uncomfortably haunting about the entire situation. Allowing herself a moment to think, Betty Cooper once again, chose to go against her better judgment. “Okay, I get it… Um, you can-” Slowly stepping back, she inched to the side to open the door just enough for the male to enter. “-wait here for him. But if for even just a second I suspect something, I’m going to-…..” What? She was going to what? Call the cops? That was completely out of the question. By doing that, she risked unraveling the madness Chic had unleashed not only on the Cooper women but the Jones men as well. “-have to ask you to leave.” The added lamely, mentally cursing herself for her pathetic attempt at a threat.

There was RELIEF when she finally shuffled back to give him room to enter. Decidedly not wanting to waste time or give her a chance to change her mind, Charles took the opportunity to step inside. Almost immediately, bright eyes were taking in his surroundings almost in AWE. While it was far from ‘grand’, it was certainly a better place than he had ever stayed. Sure, he had been on the porch before but he had been turned away immediately rather than invited inside. But despite how nice it was, there was the BITING reminder that he had been the one rejected and booted out while Chic with his hidden demons had been accepted with damn near open arms. The world had such a wicked taste for irony.

The attempt at a threat honestly earned a laugh from Charles. Not mockingly so but light and cheerful.  ❝   Hey, I’ve been living in Riverdale about two years now so I know who to not fuck with. Trust me, I’m not interested in getting my ass handed to me by some serpents.   ❞  He had his ties with them, a frequent CUSTOMER for a little green but everyone knew of Betty’s relationship with them and also of their mother’s history as well. One wrong move and Charles didn’t quite feel like being nearly murdered yet again. It was bad enough to find a literal knife in his back once before.  ❝   But if you’re letting a stranger like me in just based on a few words———   ❞  Finally, his gaze returned to the ponytail blonde,   ❝   ———you know something’s up with Chic. I mean, you didn’t even DEFEND him. So what’s been going down? Back to his old ways? Drugs, violence, gets a really fucking creepy look in his eyes sometimes?    ❞ 

If Charles had been smart, he might have picked up on all of those things he listed before and gotten the hell out of that room with Chic. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to be in fucking HIDING with a name like ‘Ben’ of all things. But he’d been oblivious whereas Betty appeared to not be. Pity, really. Chic must have seriously upset the household which was something Charles had spent years avoiding.

[identitykilled]

ntrlbrnlsr  //  roxie

      it’s  the  only  way  she  preferred  to  go.  OD  on  drugs  rather  than  get  shot  by  a  trigger  happy  northsider.  a  quick  movement  and  she’s  feeling  fucking  fine.  ❛  how  do  you  want  to  die ? ❜  she  asked  ,  not  at  all  reserved  in  her  question.  ❛ i  want  to  get  eaten  by  rabid  dogs.  ❜  she  laughed  ,  taking  one  more  hit  as  she  fell  back  into  the  comfortable  seat.  brain  buzzing  with  joy. 

❝   Well you’re fucking GRIM tonight, aren’t you?    ❞  It wasn’t something Charles had ever given much thought. He figured he’d OD or get on someone’s bad side. Dead in a DITCH without anyone to give a damn. Certainly no family no mourn him. A snicker from him before sighing contently and then truly beginning to PONDER the question she posed.   ❝   I don’t know. Maybe just——— drown in the ocean or giant lake, I guess. Not much of a cleanup and trust me, no one’s coming looking for me. Though it’d be badass to die in a fire.   ❞

[identitykilled]

pinkxperfectionisms  // betty

Annoyance quickly riddled the blonde’s features, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Another friend of Chic’s…” She should have guessed. Allowing emerald hues to take in the stranger, she couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t seem much like their last visiter. The one who’d turned their lives upside down. The thought caused her to pull the door slightly closer to her body. “He’s at work… Should be off in about half an hour, Ben.” She murmured, running her tongue over her pink petals. How many times? How many times had they told him to not invite people over? And just how many chances were her mother going to give him? Too many. “Oh.” As she stood with her head nearly poking out from behind the door, it dawned on her just how rude she must appear. Again, it wasn’t as if she was actively trying to make the other uncomfortable, her thoughts were solely on Chic. “Um, I would invite you in, but my best friend is expecting me.” The ponytailed girl fibbed, pointing towards the house next door. “Study date.” She explained, letting out a forced laugh. “So… I guess you’ll probably just have to come back when he’s home.”

It wasn’t too hard to figure out when someone was LYING. Small shifts of the body, refusing to open it much. Not too much of a surprise if they knew the type of company Chic kept. Hands pulling themselves from his jean pockets, Charles lifted them slightly to show he was far from a THREAT.  ❝   Hey, I get it. I know the kind of people he tends to hang around. I’m guessing you know, too.   ❞  Either she knew his druggie buddies or she just didn’t like her ‘brother’. Charles was far from hopeful on her suspecting Chic to be anyone but her brother. He had that Cooper look, after all. Something Charles himself severely LACKED ironically. 

❝   Not here to hurt anyone, I promise. Just got some shit I need to talk about. He kind of stole something of mind and I just want it back. Not the violent sort anyways.   ❞  Unlike the others Chic would have hanging around their apartment, Charles had a DECENT appearance, taking care of himself despite addiction and it was something he hoped she’d notice.  ❝   You still want me to fuck off, I’ll fuck off and wait til he’s back or something. Not here to start shit.   ❞

[identitykilled]

small starter call while I work on my promo

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

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RANDOM FACTS

CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS:  Yes WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP: Smokes, walks, looks up random ‘did-you-know’ facts WHAT WOULD THEY BUY ON IMPULSE AT THE GROCERY STORE: a pineapple IN WHAT ORDER TO THEY WASH IN THE SHOWER: hair, upper body, lower body, then hair again COFFEE ORDER?: fuck coffee THREE MOST USED APPS: calendar, pandora, email WHAT DO THEY ACT LIKE WHEN THEY’RE SICK: argumentative, doesn’t want to lay his ass down or see a doctor, likely to flee out the window if someone tries to keep him bed bound THOUGHTS ON CHAPSTICK: he had a cola ‘flavoured’ one once DAREDEVIL OR CAUTIOUS: daredevil SWEET OR SOUR: sweet SWEET OR SAVORY: sweet LOUD MUSIC OR DEAFENING SILENCE: loud music BOOKS OR TV: books HOT OR COLD: hot PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA?: his favourite if he’s honest FRUIT IN SALAD?: no HARD WORK OR RELAXATION?: both

TAGGED BY: @serpentsking

TAGGING: @fallenoctave / @couldntshed / @serpenthalf / @swcctserpent

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muses I need to throw charles at : alice fp betty chic (is there even a chic rper?)

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ntrlbrnlsr  //  roxie

                                                 for @identitykilled | ft. roxie echols 

     ❛ that  shit’s  gonna  kill  you  ,   you  know  that  ? ❜  she’s  serious  as  can  be  ,  right  up  until  she’s  not.  roxie  burst  into  a  fit  of  laughter  ,  holding  the  pipe  as  she  fixes  it  up  for  herself. 

A cool cloud passing from his lips before Charles is snorting with his own laughter at her sudden SERIOUS tone.  ❝   Ah, c’mon. Don’t be a hypocrite now. And who cares if it does?   ❞  Charles certainly had no cares in the world, especially not when he was on fucking cloud nine and fleeting from any earthly ISSUES.   ❝   At least you go out having a good time.   ❞