in consiliis nostris fatum

s. ford bailey / 25 / manager of deep swells / general pain in the ass

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FOUNDER’S WEEK FITS

...Just the whole fuckin’ week was full of florals and nice kicks, alright??

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EVENT: date night LOCATION: beach WHO: @mrantonydaniels​

Sinking his feet into the sand, Ford could physically feel his muscles relax as though the beach was the only place that could do that. He hadn’t put much effort into his box and he certainly never expected anyone to even look, let alone bid on his pathetic attempt at a date box. But lo and behold, when number three was matched up, he was relieved. He hadn’t spoken to Antony often, but when he did, the guy seemed chill. In his element of sorts. If anything, this was the point of the whole fuckin' thing. To get to know somebody? “Is it weird that I’m kinda relieved that you got my box and not someone who probably would’ve bitched about the condition of mine?” Ford cracked open a beer from the six pack and extended his arm to Antony, offering the open bottle.

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lucieoconnor​:

Lucie didn’t even know what she was doing at the event. Somehow she had gotten roped into attending the ball and now she was standing at the bar in a dress she had borrowed from someone –– because Lucie didn’t wear dresses –– trying to pretend to enjoy herself while she got slowly drunk.

Although much to her detest of being in attendance, she had to admit, it wasn’t nearly as bad as she had thought it would be. The town council had done a decent job of putting the event together and it was kinda fun to see everyone dressed up in fancy clothes, pretending their lives didn’t suck. Or maybe that was just Lucie. 

As she took a sip of her gin and tonic, she let out a snicker at Ford’s comment. She’d watched him DJ and work the music all night, and he looked about as done as she felt. “Tell me about it.” Lucie replied to his indirect comment, raising her eyebrows a little. She leant with her back against the bar, twirling the straw in her drink. “I would have thought you would be all over this founders celebration thing.”

Staring down at his cup, Ford stifled a yawn, his brain starting to wander as he thought up ways to escape the venue. He wanted to surf—was it dark? Even if it was, he’d try. The only thing that really held him back from already having been gone was Elena and her insane ass. While he didn’t care to please her, he wasn’t entirely sure she was not capable of committing murder. “Me? Why?” Ford glanced towards her. Lucie seemed dressed up enough, like she tried. “You look like you fit right in,” fingers found their way to his neck, scratching at his skin before he sipped at his rum. “I suppose that says not to judge by appearances, but God no,” he exhaled, his spine stretching as he leaned against the counter. “I’ve been done with this week before it even started.”

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elenakapoor​:

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As Elena heard the familiar tik tok song come on after she’d told Ford no more Elena marched her way up to the DJ Booth. Appearing next to Ford as she jerked his headphones off and turned off the mike so nobody could hear what she was about to say. “What did I say about TIk Tok songs? No more!” Clapping her hands together in a smack to let him know it was enough. “I thought you had done this before?”

Ford’s upper lip curled as he ground his teeth. As if Founder’s Week already wasn’t a pain in the ass, he had Elena barking at him. “Listen, lady,” he reached out, yanking his headphones out of her fingers. “I never said I’ve done this before, you just assumed,” he let out a quiet snort. Yanking at the cord, he gave himself some slack to rest his headphones on the back of his neck. “Second of all, it’s literally always on the radio, you’d know that if you ever thought to lighten the fuck up. So no, it’s not just songs on Tiktok. But I welcome any and all requests, even from…you,” he exhaled as he rested his hip against the booth. “So chop chop, or get off my stage.”

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alexandrademir​:

Alex was thankful when her heels touched the firm ground, she let out a sigh of relief. “Listen it’s a good thing I promise. Christian is well… a little thirsty for me. He comes into Lucky’s all the time and spends a crazy amount of money. He also asks me on dates every time he’s in and drunk.” Alex explained as she followed where the instructions on where they were suppose to go. “I don’t think so. I mean you can always give up the crown, but this is a high honor.” She pointed out to him. “Good please do. For not fucking this up I will have beers waiting on the beach for you the second this is over on Saturday. I promise.”

Ford’s lips twitched. Regret settled as he listened to Alex expand on who Christian was. “I thought you meant like…a religion, a Christian person,” he shook his head. “Anyway. High honor of what? Everyone keeps fuckin’ saying that. The hell is this gonna do for anybody next week? In a month?” Walking behind her, he didn’t know what was next and mentally prayed that the float was the last for the day. Knowing his luck, it probably wasn’t. “I’m gonna hold you to that. No cheap ass Coronas either, por favor. Please tell me the float was last of it for today,” he groaned, head rolling back.

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daphnee-a​:

She’d been back and forth a few times refilling her glass of Cabernet. She didn’t care much for the taste but it forced her to sip slow while surveying the crowd of new faces. She didn’t want to get trashed. She approached the bar at the same time as the DJ, who was in a state of despondency. Tonight was … a drag, but it wasn’t that bad. The other bartenders were helping other guest so Daphne stood behind him as he ordered a Coke and Rum . “Yikes.” Daphne started to laugh, but quickly covered her mouth. She was supposed to think that not say it aloud, maybe the wine was getting to her after all. 

Sipping his drink, Ford turned around only to hear a yikes. Was that at him? Raising an eyebrow, he stepped aside as to let her go if she wished. An involuntary chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her cover her mouth, “I’m gonna assume you’re not a fan of rum? What are you drinking?” Ford was genuinely curious. “Since apparently, there’s no filter going on here,” eyebrows rose as he teased.

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sutton-matthews​:

After spending sometime mingling around and the music began to simmer down, Sutton knew it was time for a drink. “Manhattan please.” she ordered. She noticed a guy next to her but didn’t think much of at first. It wasn’t until he spoke that made her look at him. “Sounds like someone is having fun.” Personally Sutton loved the ball. She loved being able to get all dressed up for a night out. In terms of the founders week, Sutton usually didn’t mind it. It was her time to catch up with old friends and meet new people. This year she happened to be even more excited than usual because it meant trying to promote her store. She thanked the bartender for her drink before taking a sip.

Ford turned his head to look at the soft-spoken voice. Inhaling deeply, he ran his fingers through his hair as he pushed himself off the bar counter, standing up a bit straighter. “Sorry,” he ducked his head as he took a sip. “Just…not my kinda scene,” he admitted. Ford may have been annoyed, but that didn’t mean he wanted to ruin it for anyone else. “Looks like it’s yours though,” he exhaled a breath, willing himself to relax his shoulders. “You look nice,” his lips upturned a bit. He didn’t know much about dresses or clothing in general ( hence why he’d asked for help this entire event so far ), but hers seemed…different than the rest. “I like the blue,” he murmured before tipping his head back, swallowing the remnants of his drink.

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zuripeterson​:

     The last time Zuri was up in front of people things ended… not so greatly. So when she heard her name not being called as winner of this year’s Mr. and Mrs. Maywood (twenties category) she was extremely relieved. Putting on a face to present to the public felt too much like acting, which was a field she wasn’t sure she was ready to venture into just yet. She was more than happy to take her mini crown with grace, and fall to the back of the festivities without issue. Though her founder’s week had seemed to start out going well, she couldn’t entirely say the same.

     This just was not his day, and Zuri was loving every minute of it. Her camera roll had become overcome with videos and pictures of Ford having much less than a great time. Which would be great ammo for the next time he set to annoy her. “Why Mr. Maywood, is that anyway to speak of the event that thinks so highly of you?” She teased with a small laugh as she motioned to his crown still resting on his head. “The night is… well it’s actually still young, but it’ll have to come to an end at some point.” She tried with the pep talk swiping his drink from under him and taking a sip for herself before sliding it back. “How about after you finish your Mr. Maywood and Dj duties for the night we can go back to mine and I’ll feed you a dish of your choice. You did win after all, we should celebrate it. Even if most of it will be showing you pictures i took of you looking like you were in serious pain.” 

When Ford heard Zuri was one of the contestants of their age group, he was positive she’d win. She was pretty, sassy but definitely personable when she wanted to be. When she fell to runner up, he felt bad…but mostly for himself. It meant that she got to relax while he did fuck all he was told to. However, eventually, one thing after another, she’d been bumped up. Karma, perhaps? “I’ve always said you suck at these talks, why are you trying now?” He snorted, watching her swipe his drink; his eyebrows knitting. Picking up his glass of coke and rum, he swirled the liquid around as if to enjoy the scents of vanilla and oak. “I am in serious pain, I’m tired,” he whined. “But don’t you mean our win,” he reminded her. “The man upstairs must’ve gotten tired of my bitchin’,” he laughed.

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zahraammun·:

Most of her time at the ball thus far had been filled with Zahra staring at her phone or drinking far too many Mai Tai’s despite the fact that she knew how to handle her alcohol just fine. She’d innocently flirt with anyone who would approach her but it wasn’t anything she’d put much effort into considering this Zahra in some fancy dress just wasn’t her. Sat at the bar, the woman was scrolling through tiktoks as her nails gently clinked against the glass set before her that was just about empty, crossing one leg over the other as she heard someone talking. Smiling, the woman shrugged, “Hopefully sooner opposed to later. Ya gotta admit, it’s not that bad if you take away the gross black tie aspect and the fact that it feels like a scene from Gossip Girl.” Looking over at Ford, her eyes flickered up to the crown on his head before focusing on him directly, “Congrats, by the way! I didn’t know ya had to keep that stupid shit on all the time though.”

Head rolled back as fingers swooped over his head and yanked off the crown, letting it rest on the bar counter. After being scolded to wear it numerous times, Ford had eventually given up fighting against the organizers. At some point, he’d forgotten he’d been wearing it at all. “Not that bad?” He reiterated, his head tilting to the side slightly to look at Zahra. “Please enlighten me, what’s fun?” Sipping his liquor, he swallowed the alcohol that felt like syrup. “Thanks,” he said, nose scrunching. For what? For being voted in and doing absolutely nothing to deserve it? “I just wanna know what’s the point…I’ve been here my entire life and I still don’t understand the benefits—as far as I understand it, it’s one week of royalty bullshit, then it all goes back to normal.”

[withered-rose-with-thorns]

#mood 24/7

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WHERE: Founder’s Ball at the Mayor’s WHEN: June 6, 2020

“We’re gonna slow it down a bit,” Ford announced, his jittery body in need of a drink. Flipping a switch on the rented mixer, he stood until he heard the familiar notes of Love Lies that always made the man involuntary bob his head whenever he heard it in his store or in the car. Stepping over the wires, he grabbed the supposedly required crown from the top of his head and then flipped off his headphones, resting it on his neck. Making a beeline for the open bar, he leaned over the counter that separated him and the bartender. “Coke and rum? Thanks.” He nodded as he received a visual conformation that he was heard. Ford had stupidly volunteered to deejay the event, but he had meant it as a joke. Before he knew it, the ball rolled, and he was here. Miserable, needing to be anywhere but here. Ford was smart enough to know that it was the organizers that made it hell – the week itself was not as bad if he mentally took them out of the equation. Good food, meeting people, that wasn’t something he ever complained about. “How long before this shit is over?” Ford’s question escaped his mouth before he could think of the consequences of speaking. ‘Here you go, sir.’ Eyebrows raised slowly as he turned towards the bartender, taking his drink. “Thanks again.”

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“I have to admit this was kinda awesome. I know it’s a lot of cheesy smiling and waving, but it kinda feels nice?” Alex admitted to Ford who was standing next to her on their float. “Also thanks for doing this with me. I mean I know you’re voted up here and all, but still it’s nice having someone up here who isn’t Christian.” Nodding over to the runner up who was walking next to the float. As it came to a stop, they were being usher off by the event staff she grabbed the side of her dress and walked towards the steps. “Think you can do three more times of this with me?” She asked, held out her hand to him so they could walk down the steps together.

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Ford was invisibly fuming. Whoever had signed him up for this was going to die a slow, painful death, to be frank. His friends had jeered at him, showing him some fleeting announcement that his name had been dropped for some royalty thing ( what was the point? ). Exhaling, his lips rolled into a pout as he took hold of Alex’s hand. His pout subsided quickly, though, as he let out an involuntary laugh. “Who isn’t Christian? The hell does that mean?” Stepping down the stairs, eyes followed the crowd then the event organizer who generally told him to get off the stairs then go…that way. “Do I even have a choice? I didn’t sign up for this,” he muttered as knees bent slightly, his hands extending as he bowed mockingly. “I promise to try not to fuck this up,” he shrugged.

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ALL ABOUT SAWYER

— Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him — Date of Birth: November 17th, 1994 — Place of Birth: Maywood, Maine — Current Residence: Echo Bay — Occupation: Manager of Deep Swells — Faceclaim: Chase Stokes

BIOGRAPHY

Sawyer Ford Bailey was stubborn. Born three days late, he took his sweet time with his birth and…just about everything else. While he didn’t admit that he acted like the world revolved around him, it showed in his work at school; teachers letting it slide and his mother talking his father down whenever he’d failed a class. It had gotten bad enough that his father had to bribe the Maywood principal to let him walk across the stage with all of his friends…as long as he’d completed his studies by the end of that summer.

Despite his reputation of being that troublemaker, he’s actually intelligent. He has the ability to spit out random facts about marine / surf life; assist in mechanics and he has a heart of gold. He’s been known to take the blame for the transgressions of his friends – friends who did not have the luxury of getting bailed out.

He glided through life, receiving everything on a silver platter. It wasn’t until he’d gotten into some criminal activities (which he partook in, sticking around Maywood rather than attending college), that his father finally gave him an ultimatum. Either, take over his father’s successful surf and fish shop in Crescent Cove, Deep Swells, or attend community college. Begrudgingly, he accepted the shop, already having known most of the ins and outs of the business via his mother.

He still has his close-knit group of friends that he dabbles in minor theft and various activities with (aka being a major pain in the ass for Maywood’s law enforcement), but for the most part, working a solid 9-5 at Deep Swells has kept his brain occupied.

SAWYER BAILEY is currently played by Courtney.

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edgarfortiers‌:

“I was thinking Little Diamond Island,” Edgar answered. It was small place, not easily accessible, and definitely not touristy. In fact, the likelihood of running into another person while there was quite low. In less words, it was exactly what Edgar needed. 

He’d grown up in a town full of history and culture. There were days when he missed it – missed being connected to something greater – but there were other days, like today, when Edgar just wanted to disconnect from everyone and everything. Usually, he solved that by being more intentional about meditation. As it was, he began every day with an hour of meditation. It centered him and helped him to be mentally prepared for everything the day could possibly throw at him. But there were some days where even meditation couldn’t help. 

“Are you asking to run away with me?” Edgar cocked an eyebrow, a self-assured grin on his face. “Haven’t your parents taught you not to trust handsome strangers?”

Ford tilted his head when Edgar mentioned his possible destination. It wasn’t too far. Not a stone’s throw, either. He had been there once, and it had all of maybe five streets on it. It was amusing at the time, but after coming back to Maywood, he’d thought of what it would be like to visit again. No parents, no people bitchin’ about whatever he was doing wrong ( or right, for that matter ). “My parents,” he snorted. “They just make sure I’m alive at the end of the week, so better drop any murderous plans you got swirling around in your head, if any,” Ford retorted. “And handsome strangers are right up my alley.” They almost always had something about themselves that seemed to intrigue Ford. Mannerisms, preferences they leaned towards, whatever it was, Ford attempted to study it because they were also entirely different than who he was. Perhaps, that was why Ford’s attention lingered. “Also, did you just call yourself handsome? That’s some high ass confidence, my dude,” eyes rolled as he looked towards Edgar.

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mssofieyang‌:

Alex chuckles as he helps her up and brushes the sand off of her. Her eyes shifted out to the ocean and if she was honest she wouldn’t mind trying it out, getting out into the water. Granted she wouldn’t even mind just letting the tide rock her. There really was no time like the present. 

 “You know maybe this was a sign to try it. It can’t be too bad. How cold is the water though? Cuz i don’t really want to risk hypothermia just to catch a few waves” 

“Not that cold,” Ford pursed his lips, shaking his head. “I’ll go out into the water too, but if you do catch it, feel free to sue me,” shoulders shrugged as he joked. “Do you have a specific board that you’re wanting to try?” His eyes scanned towards the boards as he placed them back into its slot. “This one is a good beginner board,” he tilted a white board with red rims out of where it stood up straight. “I started out on that one and it’s done well.”

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zahraammun‌:

Standing herself up, the woman only chose to follow after him as she placed one of her hands against the opposite wrist as she walked, “Oh, no! Definitely have nothing against color at all but I just like to think that certain things look amazing in white with accent in another color. Like… when I got my car, I made sure it was white because I wanted to add detailing to it in a particular color.” She expressed considering her car was her pride and joy. She had spent hours finding the right kind of accent color for the rims, logo, etc. that just worked with her over all vibe and she’d settled on a pinkish-coral color. Once reaching the surfboards, she watched the way that the guy simply walked along and picked two out as if it was something of second nature. “Hmm… I like that one,” she said, pointing to the one on his right but confusion soon returned to her features as he asked her if he wanted to test it out. How did one do that without getting in the water? “This is probably going to sound like a dumb question but… how would I ever do that? Just… stand on it on the ground or?”

Ford’s eyes followed the vague line that the woman’s finger had made, pointing at a board. Looking between the board that was off to the side and the woman, he felt confident that it’d been the one he chose as he pulled it out of the slot. “Yep,” he started as he pushed the board, allowing it to flop into the sand. “Basically,” Ford confirmed her suspicions. Sometimes it really was that easy. Letting out a laugh, he exhaled. “We can go closer to the water if you feel like you need to try it in the water, but basically what standing on it does is you’re feeling out whether it’s too… ‘long’”, Ford threw up air quotes. “I’ll show you,” the man pulled two boards out of the slots. One was his favorite, and the other was definitely…not. He stepped on his least preferred board. “So this one isn’t bad, but it’s short, it doesn’t feel like I have enough range to step around, if I need to, but for this one,” he hopped to the longer one. “It has more space just in case of little accidents, and I don’t feel that it’s as narrow when I’m swimming out, does that make sense? You want it to basically feel comfortable like a piece of clothing, by its fit.”

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