𝐹𝒪𝑅 𝒴𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒮, 𝒫𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐼𝒫 𝐻𝒜𝒟 been putting off the work his father had sent his way. Usually giving excuses like he was too busy or he wasn’t comfortable making such large decisions while so uninformed as to the company’s current ongoings. Though his father had seemed to come up with a solution to every excuse he’d recently come up with and the stack of files sitting in front of him on the table at Evans Hall was a clear testament to that. His father was done playing his game and it had been made obvious to the young man that his father would allow him to continue on with his education if that was truly what he wanted, but his old man would no longer allow him to shirk his responsibilities as a future CEO. No matter how far off that future was in reality.
His eyes felt heavy and he wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of sleep the night before or from the two blunts he’d smoked before even making it to the cafe. The logical side of his brain knew it was a combination of the two, but he didn’t exactly think he’d have been able to get through a single file, let alone several, without the help of a little leafy green. Philip scrawled his signature lazily at the bottom of the document having finally finished reading it over for what was surely the sixth time. He refused to make a mistake, to give his father the satisfaction. He moved the file to the bottom of the pile, but before he’d even had the time to crack open the next one an all too familiar face caught his eye.
It took a few moments for the panic to really set in, as he wanted nothing more than to speak up, to invite the small blonde over to join him. But there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind reminding him of what a very poor plan that was. Especially considering his impaired judgment. No matter the strain, weed always had a way of getting Philip to open up emotionally, something he couldn’t afford to do. He could feel an uneasiness setting in as the space between them grew smaller and the hotel heir did the only thing he could think to do at the moment, hold up a file to cover his face and hope she’d continue on her way. // @roreaston
“Yeah, I think I’ve killed them all at this point so I don’t really know why I keep going,” A small sigh left his lips unintentionally as he finished up his slice. He reached for another one, placing it in his mouth as Philip spoke. “Right!” Santino exclaimed with a mouth full of pizza, his free hand shaking aggressively as he recalled the events of that night. Quickly chewing, the male groaned, “They’re dickheads! I wasn’t even doing shit. Or any bad shit, at least. All I did was get in the middle of these two guys that were harassing Jacky! They fuckin’ deserved it.” Rehashing that night recreated the exact frustration he felt within it. “Blows my mind, bro. If I see him, it’s done for him.”
He listened as Philip explained where he’d been, silently noting the change in his friend’s demeanor. “Shit, I’m sorry. You know I know that feeling. It never goes how I hope either, but you’re back. That’s the thing; they always have their own ulterior motives. It’s sick.” Philip and Santino got along so well for a number of reasons, one of those being their weak relationships with their parents. Although Santino knew that it bothered his friend, he’d always been so impressed at how well he was able to function. “You should visit or something for the next break. Or I’ll go that way. Would be cool to have you around. Cause some trouble in every state we’re in,” Santino chortled before stuffing his face once again.
❝𝕀𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻 any help, just ask, bro. Chances are I’m probably shit at whatever the subject is, but I guarantee I can find someone on this campus to teach you a thing or two.❞ Philip had his specialty subjects, the fields he undoubtedly excelled in, but there were plenty of them he struggled with as well. A fact he wasn’t willing to share with just anyone, though Santino was far from just anyone and he knew better than most the things Philip was capable of and more importantly incapable of. His slender hand reached out for the box once more, extracting a slice of pineapple topped pizza from it with an eager smile. ❝Oh, shit! I didn’t even realize those were the same night,❞ he admitted weakly, his tawny skin flushing with a hint of color as he recalled just how lit he’d been that night. Philip could remember the events being retold to him, albeit the memories were foggy thanks to the weed induced coma he’d been in that night. ❝I’ll be honest, I hope we do see him.❞ The words hung in the air for a moment, an unspoken promise to protect his little brother clinging to them, no matter what might happen that night.
He nodded swiftly, ❝I am, indeed. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do for Christmas, man.❞ It was something he tried his hardest to put off thinking about, but it was mere weeks away now. ❝Visiting you on break sounds like it would be a much more fruitful adventure,❞ he snorted before taking another large bite of his slice. Philip knew that having friends from school stay with wouldn’t end well, a theory that he’d proved to himself after only his first semester at Yale. He’d learned at a young age that most people who got to know his family on a personal level usually didn’t stick around long. Granted, he knew he had to give Santino more credit than he was, but it was a risk he simply wasn’t willing to take.
Philip grabbed a third slice of pizza as he rose from the table, the second slice still unfinished in his other hand. ❝I just gotta change man, then I’ll be good to go.❞ He assured his friend before heading towards the stairs and his room. ❝Oh, and I’m making a drink, you want one?❞ The man called over his shoulder only pausing long enough to wait for a response.
Clasping his hands together, he gave a wide grin as Philip rummaged through the boxes. “Appreciate you, bro,” He replied, his eyes sparkling at the sight of food. He’d actually been studying for once, so the fact that Philip came with food to revive the poor man was amazing. It was like he just knew. Picking up a slice, he sat back in his seat and began to eat. He chewed on his bite before opening his mouth to speak again. “Yeah, I’m down for that. I’ve been on this shit for too long, it’s frying the rest of the brain that I have left,” Santino said with a chuckle. Last time Santino had gone to Barcade, he’d been kicked out because he got into a fight. To be fair, it wasn’t his fault at all, but he had a quick temper that once was brought to the surface, could not be reversed for just anything or anyone. “Between you and me, I got my ass thrown out of there last time I went. But I don’t think they’ll really care or even remember me because Joey got kicked out of there a month or two back and he went in the next day like he was hot shit. They didn’t say a thing and that kid definitely started that fight.”
He stopped for a moment to eat and then turned his attention back to his big, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a minute, though. Where you been?”
𝕀𝕋 𝕎𝔸𝕊ℕ'𝕋 𝕄𝕌ℂℍ, but Philip felt it was the least he could do given his absence over the last week. He hadn’t meant to go off the grid as he had, but going home for the holiday turned into going home for business and it put him in a sour mood. One he didn’t want his friends at school to see. ❝Well, we can’t have that now. I think your poor remaining brain cells need some life breathed back into them.❞ He teased leaning back in his seat as he took another bite. ❝Or alcohol, same difference.❞ Philip shrugged nonchalantly.
❝And I missed it?❞ Philip didn’t go to Barcade often as he preferred a calmer scene like the tavern, but for some reason, he couldn’t put his finger on yet, he was craving more excitement. ❝It’s gonna be wild, I’m sure they won’t even have a chance to recognize you let alone actually get their hands on you to toss you out. And even if they do, they’ll have to throw me out first,❞ he said matter of factly. He’d been hoping the topic of his absence wouldn’t come up but that was a fool’s hope. ❝New York, for the holiday.❞ He said simply at first, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the table. ❝Then my dad had a bunch of shit for me to sign which really, uh, destroyed the whole holiday feeling behind the trip.❞ Deep down, Philip knew that his father hadn’t asked him home so they could spend time together, only to help make sure their affairs were all in order. ❝All I know is I should have stayed on campus,❞ he sighed heavily.
Jacky smirked at Philip, shaking her head. “Sorry dear, this was a day of retail therapy,” she told him simply, fixing the bags at her feet. With everything going on in her love life, she just kinda needed a few hours to herself. “Gift shopping is next week.” She smirked at him, nodding her head at the offer of coffee. “Well, I’ll never turn down free coffee.”
“Well that’s fair,” he chuckled softly knowing full well he’d had plenty of his own shopping adventures with the very same directive. He’d even admit those were his favorite types of shopping sprees. “How many stores did you hit?” Philip asked curiously as he leaned forward and tucked the heavy book back into his backpack at his feet. “You cool with walking there?” He’d never minded the cold having never really known anything but New England winters but he also knew it wasn’t something everyone adapted to well.
ℙℍ𝕀𝕃𝕀ℙ 𝔻ℝ𝕆ℙℙ𝔼𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕋ℍℝ𝔼𝔼 pizza boxes on the table in front of his little brother before removing his leather jacket and draping it over the back of the chair. ❝I didn’t really know what you in the mood for so I brought options,❞ he explained, a cheeky sort of grin plastered on his face. He popped open the lid of the top box only to close it a moment later and move it to the bottom of the stack in pursuit of the Hawaiian he’d ordered for himself. Philip grabbed a slice from the desired pie before finally settling down in a seat at the table.
❝So did you wanna head to Barcade or something tonight?❞ He had a feeling like it might be a long shot, given most people took this time in between holidays to really buckle down, make sure all their ducks were in a row before the end of the semester. Something he should have even been doing himself. Yet, Philip couldn’t quite seem to do that considering his ducks had already been put in a row by his father and the company’s board members. @wydsantino
“Okay, I think my arms are officially dead,” Jacky plopped down in the seat, dropping the half a dozen shopping bags at her feet and resting against the chair. While she wasn’t one to spend copious amounts of money, she loved a good shopping session. And with all the Black Friday sales (and the fact that she didn’t go home for Thanksgiving), she found herself lost in the mall. “I’m going to need at least 3 shots of espresso to recover.
@yalestarters
He heard the footsteps and the loud rustling of shopping bags before he actually heard Jacky or saw her fall into the soft, welcoming couch beside him. Philip could feel a half-smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked from her to the several bags over-crowding her feet. “So, what did you get me?” The man teased as the smile became more sincere and he closed the book that had been open in his lap. Philip wasn’t the type to get excited about Black Friday sales. Or sales at all, truth be told. Discounts and saving money didn’t mean much to him; not considering it was his father’s money he was spending. “Koffee?” He asked with a tilt of his head, referring to his favorite nearby shop. “My treat.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 that tells tales of what she did a mere fifteen minutes ago . red rimmed iris’ that not even the best eye drops could conceal . the girl was fucked ! that much was true . but still , in the middle of the library in last nights party attire & some guys stolen hoodie is where she sat , a book of notes in front of her as she tried to decipher her writing from the day before . she was a goner . she was going to tank this exam , but at this moment she didn’t care . teeth grip & pull at a full lower lip before she’s pressing her face into the seem of her notepad , the spirals no doubt leaving an imprint as a scraping of the chair across from her alerts her of another presence . ❛ this is a QUIET ZONE , shhh . ❜ she mumbles , though the words are almost inaudible against the book .
𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝔸𝕊𝕋 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼 ℙℍ𝕀𝕃𝕀ℙ wanted to be was in the library. in truth, he’d always avoided it as best he could, finding it more difficult to hunker down and get his work done there than relaxing in a hammock as other students passed by and occasionally pestered him. perhaps it was something about how inauspicious it felt to him or the way he spent more time focusing on what others were doing than what he needed to be doing. he pulled the oversized volume off the shelf and made his way to the nearest table, placing the heavy book down as quietly as he could. his dark hues scanned the area, finding it nearly abandoned, apart from a student who appeared to have passed out mid-assignment. philip pulled a chair out, creating more noise than he’d originally intended, but when mumbled sort of hushing came almost immediately after, he couldn’t stop himself from scoffing audibly. ❝and are you aware that it’s also not your bed?❞ he questioned with a roll of his eyes as he flipped open the book and began to search for the passage he needed for his term paper.
[ & ; * - sean teale / pansexual / he/him ] isn’t it weird how close { philip walsh } resembles { sean teale }? damn, i heard they are a { twenty-four } year old { undergraduate } and a member of { zeta lambda epsilon } studying { business management and international business/trade }. outside of class { phil } participates in { rugby, business club, & debate team. } and their party anthem is { power is power } by { sza and the weeknd }.
helloo! i’m lisa and i’m super pumped to be here. this is my bby philip and here is his incredibly and obnoxiously long introduction. i’m open to pretty much all connections and love ALL plots, especially the really angsty stuff. hit me up if you want to plot. i apologize for this word vomit.
FULL NAME: Philip Marsilius Walsh
NICKNAMES: Phil, Philly, Boy ( by his father)
AGE: Twenty-four
BIRTHPLACE: Greenwich, Connecticut
OCCUPATION: student / hotel heir
EDUCATION: Fairfield Prep — Yale University
MAJOR: Business Management and International Business/Trade
AFFILIATIONS: zeta lambda epsilon, rugby, business club, & debate team
ZODIAC: Aries
LANGUAGES: English, French, & Spanish (and some Italian, mostly inappropriate phrases)
♘ Philip Walsh came from a long line of captains of industry. His great grandfather got his start in New York City as a newspaper mogul and it was something his family kept to until the early 1950′s. It was then that his grandfather began to make the shift to the hotel business. He built his great empire from the ground up and his 5-star luxury hotels began popping up across the globe over the decades.
♘ His first, and favorite, home was on the water in Greenwich, Connecticut. Most of his childhood was spent there and he wouldn’t have changed those early years for the world. His mother owned a small but very popular equestrian school and taught her only son to ride and respect horses at a young age. Something that’s always stayed with him.
♘ By the time he was ten, his family had purchased a large estate in Oyster Bay Cove, New York, and it began the constant shuffle of going from one family home to the other. It was also around that time Philip’s parents began traveling for work and leaving him behind in the care of their trusted house staff. The child learned just how tight his parents held his leash the first time left him on his own.
♘ Philip had lost count of all the times he’d wished for a more normal childhood. Or even to be shipped off to boarding school, to gain even a scrap of the freedom he so desperately sought. His parents were rough on him and expected nothing but the absolute best from him from an early age and it never got any easier. His father was a firm believer in discipline and taught him as a young boy to fear his firm hand. And his constant drinking never quelled the old man’s rage.
♘ Despite all the hardships he faced at the hands of his parents, he grew into a well-rounded, obedient young man. A son his socialite parents could be proud of. Brought up in the lap of luxury and never having to truly want for anything, Philip was constantly restless and looking for something new to do. His interests were primarily held by music and horses which eventually turned to polo. His father, however, was vehemently against his son playing music—let alone in a public setting, but his mother was constantly encouraging the music career that could be just out of reach.
♘ For several years, Philip received mixed messages from his parents about his love and pursuit of music and unbeknownst to him, it destroyed their marriage. By the start of his junior year, his parent's divorce was final and his mother moved to Europe leaving her son in the unforgiving care of his father.
♘ When Philip turned 18, he started at Yale as per his father’s orders, determined that the family legacy would live on. The majors he chose could hardly be considered as such, as both were at his father’s request, one he didn’t feel he could refuse. Despite his mother’s unquestioning abandonment, both of his parents still expected nothing but perfect grades and not a single toe put over the line. Something Philip struggled with his first year as the university was his first real taste of freedom.
♘ Though as usual, Philip’s plan wasn’t good enough for his father and he had something else in mind for him completely. , but never had he imagined would it be so soon. There were important investors all over the world and his father wanted him to wine and dine them all. To begin to make his own connections and even bring in a few new investors while he was at it.
♘ The young man knew that one day his father would expect him to be the face of the empire and with that, his father had put the weight of their world on his shoulders and no matter how much he hated it, Philip obeyed. He’d been groomed all his life to take over the family business and without his mother to stand up for him any longer, fighting his fate was futile.
♘ For the most part, Philip’s come to terms with what awaits him after graduation, but he can’t fully ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind. Reminding him that he’ll never be happy as his father’s puppet, knowing his father would never relinquish full control. As a way to get back at his father, Philip’s decided to take his sweet old time finishing out his degrees, even taking extra courses just for the ‘fun’ of it.
OTHER PERSONAL INFO:
♔ Despite how hard his mother is on him at times, he loves her dearly and they are quite close. She was the one who introduced him to the things he loves most, horses and music. Both are things he distanced himself from since she left him in the sole care of his father.
♔ Philip has never truly known anything but hatred and resentment towards his father. Perhaps as a small child, he'd felt something else for him, but it’s not something he remembers. He learned at a young age how to bury those feelings deep.
♔ The man is very smart, his parents made sure of it when they raised him and spend hundreds of thousands on his education.
♔ He loves to party and there’s a good chance he’s bringing the booze or the weed. He’s learned to be a very functional stoner.
♔ There’s a 96% chance he’s got a flask or bottle of alcohol in his backpack at all times. And if he doesn’t, it’s probably because it was just polished off. He’s always been pretty good about holding his liquor as he’s been drinking since high school.
♔ He’s an only child, but he has lots of cousins so he’s never really felt like it.
♔ He can get really reactive or heated very fast when rubbed the wrong way or if he’s been offended. The temper and rage is the one thing he inherited from his father that he hates about himself.
♔ Philip would never admit this to just anyone, but he is snobby AF. A total spoiled brat who expects all the finer things in life.
♔ He started playing rugby while at Fairfield Prep and loved the physical contact and how it gave him an outlet to express his anger. Which he has a really unhealthy amount of.
♔ He likes to take power trips every now and then, letting arrogance get the better of him. It usually happens when he’s been drinking. Sarcasm is his favorite defense mechanism.
♔ He’s also really dominant in the sense he’s not going to back down from anything (unless it’s his father). He was taught at a young age that being the top dog was always important and he could never let someone take that away from. He will always accept a challenge thrown down.
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good friends [ 0/∞ ]
cousins [ 0/2 ]
coworkers [ 1/10 ]
classmates [ 0/∞ ]
serious ex — ( ended very badly ) [ 0/1 ] (posting a WC probably )
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