wait a minute, is IVAN IVANOVICH still in town? i thought i saw a flash of full sleeve tattoos, a glass used as an ashtray, worn out work boots! last i heard they were working as a GRAVEYARD KEEPER nearby. when it’s the virgo’s birthday on 9/4 i forget that they’re PESSIMISTIC and celebrate that they’re SELFLESS. i hear FIX YOU by COLDPLAY every time i think of them. ⌠joe gilgun. 37. sexuality? anything goes. cis male. he/him.⌡
A B O U T
tw: shooting, fire, drugs and death mentions
☢ he doesn’t even know where he was born. his family lived in a camper. all six of his siblings, some of them not even by blood lived in a tiny ass camper. his entire extended family also had campers and vans and just followed the other wherever.
☢ ivan was too young to tell what his family did for a living, but he came to understand it the very hard way as he became more aware and closer to his teens. the women? prostitutes. the men? their pimps, but some of them also dabbled on drug and weapon dealing.
☢ they had a fuck ton of money, but they never cared to save anything in the bank. they didn’t trust anybody with their money, and most of it, ofc, was in cash. they just had it in different jars, boxes and suitcases inside the campers as they traveled.
☢ they went unnoticed. they didn’t even do shopping, their vans were pretty run down. it was not the great life, but it was what ivan knew and grew to love. he was never alone. he always had a sibling or a cousin to hang out. which... included joint and cigarette smoking from very much the age of 10.
☢ [ tw starts ] and then it all changed. it started with a lot of smoke coming from one of the campers, which made them all stop and get down to see what was going on. it was a trap. the second they were out of the campers, a shooting broke out. some even got inside the vans, burned them down- it was a massacre.
☢ a twelve year old ivan hid under one of the campers, and somehow got spared. he was the only survivor of his family. they took the lives of men, women, and children, but not his. which came with a lot of survivor’s guilt, and... darker stuff.
☢ time passed. he somehow avoided the system, and grew up on his own, moving from town to town, trying to get people’s pity and sympathy. he was seventeen when he got a woman pregnant. she was older than him. he thought they would get married, but he fucked up.
☢ he promised he would stay clean and sober after the baby was born, but one night when he was supposed to take care of their son, he was passed out while the baby played on the dinner table. which was covered in powder (not baby powder). she even got a restriction order on him. he cannot physically come close to his son. all he has is an old photo of him at age one.
☢ nobody knows how he made it to centralia, but it’s been a long time ever since. eventually, at about twenty five, and after almost overdosing, ivan got his wakeup call and got sober. to this day he still attends meetings. he hasn’t touched a bottle or anything other than good old cigarettes he often rolls himself. [ tw end ]
☢ the only job that would take him was the cemetery. he took it with a bit of a concern and a little bit of fear, unsure of what to expect but with the horrors of life he has endured, ivan became almost enamored of the peace in the job. he talks to the shadows, sings to the recent graves and changes the flowers of the old ones, as well as keeping everything clean and tidy.
☢ nobody has a clue about how in the world ivan is still alive, not even himself, but at some point he admitted that maybe it’s god’s calling to keep him in this earth. and somehow, he’s the happiest he’s ever been.
M I S C E L A N E O U S
☢ he has an old dog who has been him for about ten years and a cat that comes and goes whenever he wants. he simply named them cat and dog.
☢ he plays guitar and has an old old old one somebody gave to him as a gift.
☢ he loves plants. doesn’t know shit about them, some of them will die in his hands because he overwatered them, or didn’t give them the appropriate care for the kind of plant, but he makes sure to give them proper burial? i dunno. he’s crazy.
☢ he thinks ghosts are his friends. names the shadows in the corner of his eye.
☢ he LOVES kids? and loves story telling? a lot of kids come to find him when it’s halloween time so he can tell them stories of things he has seen and lived in the cemetery. most of them are made up, but he likes to put on a show.
☢ he really wants to be loved? he’s very fucking lonely so he makes conversation out of anything. he just likes to be in company of people, but he’s used to himself by now.
@liminalintro
