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@s0leinis ──── closed & dependent blog created for kilmerhq, loved by sophie (24. SHE/HER. GMT -8)

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[injaws]

briar  does  not  fuck  with  cops.  in  the  same  way  that  he  doesn't  particularly  like  horses,  briar  makes  it  a  habit  to  avoid  being  around  them  at  most  times.  in  the  same  vein,  they  can  always  spot  a  cop,  too  —  they  do  weird  shit,  like  brood  in  a  corner  and  scan  the  room  while  drinking  coffee.  or  talking  to  themselves  while  writing  something  down.  briar  refuses  to  acknowledge  that  maybe  his  copdar  isn't  that  good,  and  instead  he's  just  met  a  lot  of  cops.  this  one  included,  unfortunately,  "  are  you  talkin'  to  me  ?  man,  i  hope  not,  'cause  i'll  have  you  know,  i  haven't  done  anything  since  the  last  time  i  got  out  —  "  a  motormouth  at  heart  and  a  chronic  sufferer  of  foot  in  mouth  disease,  briar  can't  help  but  continue,  "  —  and  you  gotta  stop  acting  weird,  man.  like,  you're  being  real  weird  right  now  —  "  you'll  have  to  stop  him.

[s0leinis]

to gabriel's dismay, the subject began speaking. a lot. “uh-huh,” gabriel muttered, shifting his focus from the stranger to his notebook, where he hastily scribbled, arrested (multiple times?). “and what other things haven’t you done since getting out?” gabriel decided to take advantage of the information that poured forth. much of it came so quickly that his hand struggled to keep pace, as he was determined to not neglect a single detail. only when briar called him weird did the writing cease, gabriel now looking up. “me?” he scoffed, “oh, you have to be on something.”

[injaws]

"  you  are  so  deeply  unpleasant,  did  you  know  that  ?  "  said  as  she  sits  down  directly  in  front  of  the  other  anyway.  esme's  relationship  with  stevie  can  be  seen  as  complicated  but  fond;  stevie  reminds  her  of  herself,  terribly  so.  but  she's  fun  to  be  around  (  to  an  extent,  as  everything  else  is  with  esme  ),  and  she  makes  a  mean  fucking  cosmo.  speaking  of,  "  and  i  don't  drink  tequila,  you  know  that.  don't  be  mean.  "  a  soft  huff,  though  she  relaxes  as  soon  as  she  gets  it  out.  like  a  cat  with  it's  hair  all  stuck  up,  "  how  do  you  keep  your  job  if  you're  always  like  this ?  "

[s0leinis]

“mm,” stevie grunted in acknowledgement. it wasn’t the first time she had been described as unpleasant, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. “thank you for your feedback, valued customer." her reply is flat, though her lips hinted at something close to a smile. she knew she wasn’t making much of a case against esme’s accusation; difficult patrons were nothing new, and her presence rarely invited anyone to linger longer than necessary. as she finished pouring the cocktail, stevie handed it over with a deliberate gesture as if to answer esme's question with 'i'll show you how'. she leaned back against the counter with folded arms, awaiting her friend's sip and subsequent praise. “you’re later than i thought you’d be, you know," she added. "for a second there i thought maybe you'd found someone else to torment."

[ofwritersandsociety]

"Oh now, there's your mistake honey. If you want to snoop on people or simply watch then you really do need to keep those thoughts on the inside." Lillian smiled with barely restrained glee. In truth she'd just happened to be walking past as he spoke and looking up had joined the dots. Still she hoped she'd be able to have a bit of fun and so pulled up the chair beside him.

"Who did we notice? Wasn't Mrs Jones was it? Really she needs to be left far alone or you're just asking for trouble."

[s0leinis]

if the male ego was fragile, gabriel would have 'handle with care' stamped across his forehead. he cast a critical glance at the woman addressing him, unable to mask his judgment. “i’m just doing my job,” he retorted, lifting the cloth at his waist to reveal the badge clipped to his belt. "and though i don't do this for the praise, a thank you wouldn't hurt. ” he resumed jotting notes, but lillian's mention of ms. jones piqued his interest. gabriel hesitated, his pride unwilling to let him pry further, but curiosity nagged at him. he cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. "and what is it that you know? i’m just asking to make sure the details match up - and i probably already have it written down here - but legally you do have to tell me."

[thr0ttle]

it's  not  often  that  a  friday  night  sees  fraya  at  a  bar,  of  all  places.  but  the  day  at  the  playhouse  had  been  long,  the  drunken  poet  is  on  the  way,  and  she  had  been  fairly  sure  that  stevie  would  be  there  working  the  night.  two  birds  in  one  stone.  if  one  of  said  birds  weren't  feeling  so  sour  about  their  late  arrival,  that  is.  "lucky  for  you,  then,"  she  says,  rounding  up  the  bar  to  rest  her  elbows  on  the  counter,  "that  i'm  not  here  for  tequila  or  your  patience.  i  was  looking  for"—  you,  really,  is  the  answer,  but  even  in  all  the  years  they've  been  friends,  fraya  doesn't  think  that  naming  their  care  and  fondness  for  stevie  comes  naturally.  "mulled  wine,  if  you  have  any.  and  whatever  your  choice  of  poison  might  be.  drink  with  me."  here  they  lean  back,  arms  falling  away  from  the  countertop  to  fold  across  their  chest.  both  an  invitation  and  a  concession.  "i  promise  i'll  make  it  quick."

[s0leinis]

stevie's lips relaxed, and though they hadn't quite settled into a smile, it was a small reprieve from her hostility. the understanding between her and fraya was often unspoken. and as her friend's sentence hung unfinished, stevie playfully offered, "for free alcohol i'm sure." she nodded toward the jar beside her. "just remember you're still required to tip." with a resigned but good-natured sigh, she moved to make fraya’s mulled wine. it didn’t take much convincing for stevie to pour herself a small drink. sneaking sips throughout her shift had become ritualistic at this point. as she slid fraya’s glass across the counter, she poured a modest splash of whiskey into her own glass. "so," stevie began, leaning one hip against the bar as she brought the glass to her lips, "did you come here to try and get me fired, or is that just a bonus?"

[s0leinis]

open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters

location: the drunken poet

the bar had dwindled down to a handful of regulars and a few solitary patrons nursing their last drinks. the drunken laughter from a group of men in the corner only served to sharpen the dull ache in her head. with just a half hour until closing, stevie’s mind was already on autopilot, her face resting in its usual scowl. she had worked enough late shifts to know that the final stretch always dragged. stevie shot a glance at the clock, watching the seconds tick by slower. thirty minutes. thirty agonizing minutes. the bell above the door chimed, signaling yet another late arrival, and stevie’s shoulders slumped. “of course,” she muttered under her breath, tossing the rag over her shoulder as she turned to face the new patron. “make it quick,” she called, her tone cautionary. “i ran out of tequila and patience an hour ago.”

[s0leinis]

open starter! capping at 5 replies! @kilmerstarters location: hawthorne inn

gabriel couldn’t help sticking his nose where it didn’t belong – it was part of his job description. as he leaned his body against the splintered, timeworn counter of the hawthorne inn, he studied the flow of guests with the scrutiny of a man who never truly clocked out. his coffee had long since cooled in his grasp, forgotten as he cataloged the familiar and unfamiliar faces streaming through the lobby’s doors. even though he was off duty, he couldn’t help but make mental note of the faces he’d recognized and those he hadn’t. if one of the latter happened to be attractive, he’d discreetly mark the thought for potential exploration, perhaps an invitation for drinks when professionalism wasn’t breathing down his neck. just as he lifted the coffee lid to his lips, someone out of the ordinary catches his attention. gabriel set his coffee down and slid a small, leather-bound notebook from his coat pocket and began jotting down observations. “interesting...” he mumbled, his voice carrying a bit louder intended.

[s0leinis]

── .✦ 𝔤𝔞𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶

⟡ — is that GABRIEL ANDRIES i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for TEN YEARS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE INN. at face value, they’re said to be CHARISMATIC and INTELLIGENT, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite CONDESCENDING and SELF-RIGHTEOUS. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO NOT believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them! (sophie, she/her, gmt-8)

full name: gabriel andries hometown: new york city, ny sexuality: painfully hetero (everyone boos) gender: cisman, he/him occupation: detective birthday: august 25th, 1988 zodiac: virgo (everyone boos again) height: 5'10" languages spoken: english face claim: nick sagar

── .✦ background

gabriel andries was the eldest of five children born to bernice and herman andries. he grew up with strict, religious parents who instilled in him the importance of following the rules. this upbringing gave gabriel a strong sense of right and wrong. being the oldest of five children, he also felt he had an obligation to protect.

after graduating high school, gabriel chose to enroll in the police academy, and in the years that followed, he applied to become a detective. he loved his career, relishing the opportunity to solve mysteries and serve his community. however, he soon found that the emotional toll of his job was becoming overwhelming.

one day, while on duty, gabriel was called to a particularly horrific crime scene. as he worked on the case, he uncovered several details that led him into morally grey territory. the weight of the investigation haunted him, causing him to lose sleep and, ultimately, pushing him to his breaking point.

realizing he needed to make a change, gabriel faced a dilemma: he couldn’t envision an identity beyond that of a detective. instead of abandoning his career altogether, he decided to seek a position in a much quieter, neighboring town. gabriel quit his job and applied for a position in kilmer's cove, hoping to finish out his career working on smaller, clearer-cut cases that would restore his peace of mind.

── .✦ personality

gabriel is smart but he knows it which is the worst kind of smart. he often uses his job as a way to try on flex on others but mostly to impress women. he is a pathological flirt and physically cannot help himself. turns the charm on by tenfold to get what he wants. he plays emotions as a joke because that's what they are to him ! he hates being perceived as weak! gabriel feels he has a really good judge of morality, but this job has clearly shown him that life isn't black/white.

── .✦ headcanons

has a three legged dog named scout

loves the outdoors, if he could he would spend days alone camping and fishing and what have you

why do i feel like he would love to gossip and weigh in on reality tv show commentary

i'll add more here later!

── .✦ connections

unlikely duo

past situationships/exes

friends

scallywags and hooligans in the area

enemies

maybe a mentorship situation?? with work??

uhhhmfuhhhh

ill add more later <3

[s0leinis]

── .✦ 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔲 𝔟𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶

⟡ — is that STEVIE LIU i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for TWENTY-FOUR YEARS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE CEMETARY. at face value, they’re said to be SELF-ASSURED and LOYAL, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite ARROGANT and ABRASIVE. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO NOT believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them! (sophie, she/her, gmt-8)

full name: stevie liu hometown: kilmer, ri sexuality: pansexual gender: ciswoman, she/her occupation: bartender birthday: december 12th, 1998 zodiac: sagittarius height: 5'1" languages spoken: english, mandarin traits: self-assured, loyal, arrogant, sarcastic face claim: brianne tju

── .✦ background

stevie was born the youngest child to melati and haitao liu. her parents are immigrants, who worked tirelessly to provide a stable life for her and her older brother, peter. stevie was one of those kids who was too smart for their own good. the type that would cause trouble and then shamelessly argue their way out of any consequences. though an irksome trait, it served her well through school. stevie graduated with great grades and was encouraged by her family to follow through with her dreams of law school.

around the time stevie was accepted into school, her parents grew ill. melati had developed cancer and a few months later, haitao was gravely injured in a fall. stevie's brother, peter, stayed in kilmer's cove to care for them.

however, tragedy struck halfway through her studies when peter tragically passed away in a car accident. with no other family in the states and her parents unable to work, stevie had no choice but to drop out of school and move back home to care for them. though stevie holds out hope of one day returning to her studies and becoming a lawyer, she is plagued by self-doubt and grief. these feelings often manifest as arrogance and abrasion when trying to connect with others.

── .✦ personality

stevie is sharp-tongued, equal parts intelligent and stubborn. as a child she was always testing boundaries, questioning rules, and talking her way out of trouble. she rarely accepts help from others. however, the grief of losing her brother and the shift to becoming the sole caregiver to her ailing parents has left her hardened. stevie developed a defensive edge. she can come across as arrogant and dismissive. "no one has it worse than me". still, stevie demonstrates an unwavering sense of loyalty to the people she loves, which is shown more often through actions than words.

── .✦ headcanons

makes it a point to visit her brother's grave regularly, often talking to him as if he were still there.

deeply skeptical when it comes to relationships, she often brushes off romantic advances convinced they only lead to pain and loss

loves reading fantasy books & closeted D&D player.

has a black cat named nyx

more to come !

── .✦ connections

childhood friend: just two people who lost touch, maybe enemies now because stevie changed and is kind of a jerk

unlikely duo: they shouldn't be friends but somehow they just make sense fr

older brother's friend: could potentially be an interesting connection, maybe they're friends. or maybe they hated each other but the passing of her brother brought them closer and then like we hooked up and now it's weird !

past situationships/ exes always welcome!

friendships of all kinds welcome!

coworkers welcome!

mess always welcome!