it was her day off and instead of going home, like she probably should have, she instead went to work. walking inside, she sat down at the bar and pondered over what to get. hearing beckett, she looked up at him with a smirk, “whiskey, neat please.”
beck looked up to see the blonde standing in front of him and raised an eyebrow, “at work on your day off, sylvia?” he asked, “last time i checked, most people don’t like to spend time on their days off at work.” he said with a subtle smirk, “comin’ right up though.” he grabbed the drink for her and set it down right in front of her.
usually, sebastian was behind the bar, chatting with customers, serving drinks, you know, actually doing his job, making sure to keep up the act as just your average town bartender so no one would ever suspect him as just another trailer park drug dealer. but things had changed. lisa was dead. it’s been a week and sebastian still hasn’t accepted that. still very much in shock and angry at the world, he bought a stool to where he was supposed to be standing behind the bar and sat. lit cigarette dangling from his lips, he looked like a nightmare and he didn’t even care. as a customer walked in, his head slightly raised among the cloud of cigarette smoke that surrounded him. “i’m not workin’. help yourself.” he said, holding his arms out lazily, motioning to the bottles of liquor on the shelf.
beckett cocked his brow as he stood there listening to his employee attempt to give away free booze. he waited a bit before poking his head out. he walked behind the bar and leaned against the back of it, “giving away free booze? yeah, no. just because i walk away for a minute doesn’t mean you can give away my booze.” he said to the other.
elisabeth had been looking for her next subject for a few days now. she didn’t know where to turn to. she didn’t even know what she was looking for in a person. she sat still on a park bench, looking through her lens with a small smirk pulling at the sides of her mouth. she sighed as she saw someone walking by. the girl put the camera around her neck and walked up to the person, “would you mind posing for a shoot?” she asked the person.
usually, sebastian was behind the bar, chatting with customers, serving drinks, you know, actually doing his job, making sure to keep up the act as just your average town bartender so no one would ever suspect him as just another trailer park drug dealer. but things had changed. lisa was dead. it’s been a week and sebastian still hasn’t accepted that. still very much in shock and angry at the world, he bought a stool to where he was supposed to be standing behind the bar and sat. lit cigarette dangling from his lips, he looked like a nightmare and he didn’t even care. as a customer walked in, his head slightly raised among the cloud of cigarette smoke that surrounded him. “i’m not workin’. help yourself.” he said, holding his arms out lazily, motioning to the bottles of liquor on the shelf.
elisabeth needed a drink. she had a long day and she knew the rabbit hole was a good place to go. she heard the words escape the male’s lips and raised her eyebrow, “you sure that’s a good idea? i don’t think your boss would be too happy about you giving away free booze.” she said, her eyebrow still raised.
“excuse me?” asher approached the nearest person and briefly flashed his wallet as if there were actually a badge inside, copying the real police doing real work a few feet away. “i’m, uh, with the police. do you mind if i ask you something important for scientific.. no .. investigative purposes?” he inquired, hardly waiting for a response before jumping into the next question. “are scooby snacks named after scooby .. or is scooby named after the snacks?”
elisabeth looked at the male and raised her eyebrow, “uh, investigative purposes? why do i feel like that’s not true?” she questioned the male with a soft, subtle sigh. she wasn’t sure what to make of this, “jesus, you’re joking, right? how exactly is this for investigative purposes?”
hi guys!! i’m char. i just joined and i’m super excited about it because these three characters are my children. here are some things ya need to know about elisabeth dewitt, beckett romano & reagan forrester. please hit that like button if you’d like to plot!!
( tws include: drugs & death )
*death tw { jana kramer, 26, she/her } there goes elisabeth dewitt, making their way to their home in thornhill trailer park. every time i hear kerosene by miranda lambert, i think of the female. known for being sarcastic and passionate, they’re currently a photographer. word on the street is that her younger sister is actually her daughter.
elisabeth dewitt was born in cape elizabeth, maine.
her mother passed away during birth.
she and her father moved to iris hollow shortly after elisabeth’s 6 grade year.
she’s got a daughter who’s 9 years old, named rosalind ( named after her mom ), but she’s rather ashamed that she was conceived when she was only 17.
so after the baby was born her father claimed the child as his own, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the questions.
she loves her baby girl more than anything and will do anything to protect and provide for her.
*death tw { milo ventimiglia, 34, he/him } there goes beckett romano, making their way to their home in willow creek. every time i hear ain’t no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant, i think of the male. known for being malicious and rustic, they’re currently the owner of the rabbit hole. word on the street is that he’s a hitman for hire.
beckett has lived in iris hollow for as long as he can remember, his whole life practically.
when his parents passed away, they left him their house.
he was married but his wife ( anna ) passed away as a “debt” to his gambling issues.
that’s when he got into being a hitman. he wanted revenge on anyone who ever wronged him.
he’s got a body count that follows him. but it’s not something he’ll ever tell anyone.
he has a 10 year old son named booker, named so after anna’s grandfather.
he’s a good guy, unless you give him reason not to be.
*drugs tw { ruby rose, 26, they/them } there goes reagan forrester, making their way to their home in main street iris hollow. every time i hear on your side by the veronicas, i think of the genderfluid. known for being impulsive and charismatic, they’re currently the owner of lefty’s tattoos. word on the street is that they are a recovering drug addict.
reagan was born in melbourne, australia to daisy and alexander forrester.
they were born into an extremely christian family.
from childhood, reagan was always different. they never wanted to play with barbies or play dress-up. in fact, they hated dresses. so they avoided them at all costs.
when reagan was 15 years old, their father got a job in the states, iris hollow to be specific.
they fell into the wrong crowd in high school and got into some stuff they probably shouldn’t have. drugs, in all honesty.
they went to rehab for about a year when they were twenty two.
they still struggle with drugs daily. but tries to stay away from them at all costs.
lissa slid her glasses off her face as she walked up to the flower shop. she was more than nervous. but she had heard through the grapevine that she was back. she opened the door and walked in, “you’re back?” she said, seeing the woman standing there.
“i mean it isn’t like it’s hard to confuse me is it? - i think i’ve taken a few too many hits to the head.” he laughed, his happiness a picture in his expression. “you should wear it on your finger.” arlo whispered, he still remembered how it had looked as he had slid it on. “okay then be prepared for me to kiss you a lot, i have a lot of time to make up for.” he shifted his body against her happily, she was so warm and soft. “i love you…so much it’s almost embarrassing.” he chuckled returning her kiss. “we do…and a puppy for the apartment.”
“i think you have too.” she said, jokingly with a smile on her face. she heard his suggestion and sighed, “so people can ask me why i’m wearing a wedding ring? or if i’m engaged? we kinda skipped the whole dating thing and went straight to the marriage thing. so people would probably get the wrong idea and think i’m like pregnant or something.” she said, laughing softly, “well good. that’s fine with me.” she said, the smile not once leaving her face, “i love you too. it’s not embarrassing, arlo. it’s adorable.” she whispered, “a PUPPY?! do i get to pick it?” she asked laughing as she spoke.
“you obviously don’t want my company. so, i’ll leave you alone now.” lissa turned around on the balls of her feet. she didn’t want to push her, “i guess i’ll see you around, sav.” she said softly but loud enough for the other to hear her.
“It does look awesome, even if I wasn’t sure why they were making yet another one of spiderman.”
“well, the last one was kind of a flop. so i guess it makes sense why they made another one. but i guess we shall see.” lissa grinned at amelia and sighed.
andy was sure she had never sat up so fast in her life, especially considering she’d been laying face down in the first place. “hold the fuck up. i have so many things to say. first of all, it’s about time. i knew you two were destine to be together. second, how the hell did you not tell me sooner? third, you’re gonna have a real wedding so i can be maid of honor, right? and fourth!” she paused, eyebrows furrowing because her sister was moving out, and it may not have been a big deal, because it wasn’t going to be far, but it wasn’t going to be right down the hall and she’d have to call before showing up. her voice was quiet as she continued, an almost childlike quality to it. “you’re leaving me?” she paused again, considering her sister’s concerns. “i think you should just tell him and mom. you’re gonna have to tell them eventually, and better now than when it’s been a year, i guess.”
lissa looked at her sister and sighed, “honestly, it was a last minute thing. you know if i was even the least bit sober that i would have wanted to have a real wedding. but he and i were drunk and things got a little crazy. and of course you’ll be my maid of honor. i wouldn’t want it any other way, andy.” she said with a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. she closed her eyes and shrugged, “i am, yes. but i’m going to be super close to the house, i’ll make sure of it. it’ll be like i never left.” she explained, “i’ll be over all the time.” she listened to her sister and shrugged, “i know i will. i’m just.... i dunno. it’s all so crazy complicated and i don’t want them to be disappointed in me for the way i went about it.”
