❝I’ll tell you what,❞ he’s already put on his infamous shit eating grin, as he looks up at the night sky, and then back upon his potential customer, ❝Those stars would look a whole lot better while smoking on some Lemon Treez. I got some in my car, I’ll even give you a deal.❞
30 minutes into the night and elodie realizes she’s all on her own. her friends have disappeared into the crowd, nowhere to be found in the sea of sweaty bodies, moving to some sort of rave beat. unimpressed, she pushes through the crowd, only to get pushed back, herself. this town is too small for such a traffic on the dance floor. she’s making her way to the bar when a stranger bumps into her from behind. she feels the liquid on her clothes, her hair, and it’s so unexpected that she can’t help but gasp. now, smelling like beer, she doesn’t even bother looking at the stranger. a hand is ready to shove him away, but he never gets that close because before you know it, she’s on her very way towards the exit, hands raised slightly, pushing whoever’s in her way. she manages it down the stairs and out of the club, where she’s greeted by some heavy retching. “oh, gosh.” she whines under her breath, an exaggerated disgust painting her face as she makes her way around the corner, away from all the screeching, all the puking. there, she finally leans against a wall, arms wrapping around her upper body, to keep herself safe from whatever bullshit is yet to come. it’s not until after seconds of almost sobbing and muttering words of regret that she notices a pair of eyes on her. gosh. she’s slightly upset, soaking wet and reeks of liquor–– she really doesn’t want to be seen like this. “ugh, could you not? please, i need a moment.”
Raves aren’t really his thing per say, as EDM isn’t his choice of music. Carter much prefers the acoustic string of a guitar, the beats of a drum, and the sound of a mediocre voice. But what Carter doesn’t mind is the half naked girls plastered with alcohol and body paint and the potential he has to make a few bucks. He finished making a sell just in time to catch a front row seat of the random’s vomiting. He tries to hide his disgust, he really does, but it’s a shit job. “Fuck,” Carter gasps, “Yo, you need some water or something?”
last night my mom was like “you know what? you should go to law school, you’d be a great lawyer” and all i can picture is lawyer-me making fart noises with my mouth every time the opposing lawyer tries to talk
( miles heizer + cis male + he/him ) / who’s that rustling through the trees? oh, it’s just you, CARTER DYLAN. i happen to know that you’re a NINETEEN year old GAS STATION ATTENDANT/DRUG DEALER at the FLYING DUTCHMAN. while you’re from PORT ANGELES, you’re currently living in the NORTH CRESCENT NEIGHBORHOOD. i think that you’re PERSONABLE& THOUGHTFUL but my mama says you’re IMPULSIVE & AGGRESSIVE. is that HOSPITAL BEDS by COLD WAR KIDS currently playing on your spotify? well, turn it down please, you’re disrupting the peace.
Born and raised in Port Angeles, Washington, Carter’s life was about survival. His father could never hold down a job, as he was more concerned where his next fix was coming from rather than providing for his family. His mother worked three jobs, and was hardly home.
Since their mother was working most of the day, Carter and his sister relied on and took care of one another.
When Carter was seven, his mother finally decided to leave his dad, only to jump into another horrible relationship. This guy was less of a drunk and more of an abuser. But he was a police officer with a nice paycheck and within a year the two were married.
Carter has always been a little bit of a fighter. But what he lacks in physical strength, he makes up in mental strength. Well, so he thinks. He’s a pretty witty kid, and his tongue often gets him into fights his muscles can’t get him out of.
So, it wasn’t unusual for him and his step dad to get into physical altercations, as Carter smart mouth always had something to say. Bottom line, the two didn’t get along great.
He’s a great salesman. He’s been selling things since he was on the playground. When he was a kid it was candy bars, when he was a teenager, it was weed.
He was a practically had a whole business set up in his high school selling tree to his peers. He was bringing in a decent amount of money, enough to help if he needed to and buy some things for himself.
Eventually, his stepdad found out what he was up to, and was not happy about it. They two got into a very heated fight, which ended up with Carter getting beaten nearly to death.
His sister came home at the perfect time, and intervened with her mom’s pistol she kept in the closet, just in case. She put a bullet in her step dad’s brain.
With not much else to do but run, the brother and sister fled out of Washington, and wandered throughout various cities through Idaho, Oregon, and California. They stumble upon a town called Crescent Lake, and Carter thought it would be a great place to set up a marijuana business.
It’s been about a year since he’s been in Crescent Lake, and that is the longest time he’s lived somewhere since he was fifteen. He still sells weed (among other products), but he also works at the gas station.
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:
Carter’s sister is a wanted connection on the main!
CUSTOMERS: People who buy off of Carter. I would love some loyal customers as well as maybe some newer ones. Carter will hook it up and he definitely the plug around town.
UNREQUITED CRUSHES: Carter falls in love with anyone who is nice to him, tbh. So, he could have a handful of these. It would be interesting for him to have some crushes that are playing him for free drugs.
FRIENDS: Carter is the type of person that can be friends with anyone, no matter age, social status, or interests. I would like to him to have a variety of different kinds of friends. I would like friends that he could party with as well as some older ones that look out for him?
ENEMIES: Maybe someone who ripped Carter off? Maybe someone Carter ripped off? A rival drug dealer? Someone who rejected his romantic advances? I’ll take it all!
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