NAME / ALIAS: ari
AGE: 20
TIMEZONE: est
PRONOUNS: she or they
YOUR CHARACTER’S FC: medalion rahimi
FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: mm i think blue sargent? my attachment to her is tenfold
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?: chungking express
FAVORITE TV SHOW?: no idea! i’m not the biggest tv person. all time fav is probably the x files. at the top of my head -- atm i really like skam, broad city, the act, nathan for you, etc. wild mix.
FAVORITE VIDEO GAME?: night in the woods
FAVORITE BOOK?: the secret history by donna tartt (lol)
FAVORITE MUSICIAN/BAND?: too many!! mitski, big thief, spirit of the beehive, jay som, kelsey lu (stalk me on spotify)
ZODIAC SIGN: libra sun cap moon scorpio rising babey
MBTI: infj
ANY OTHER THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO LINK?: here’s my pinterest!
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN AT WATERSHED IN TERMS OF EVENTS, TASKS & OTHER FUN THINGS?: everything n anything i’m here to have the Time Of My Life
ARE YOU OKAY WITH MEMBERS MESSAGING YOU TO CHAT PLOTS & THE ROLEPLAY?: yes!
ANYTHING ELSE?: i love u all
IN GENERAL: They unknowingly distributed tampered drugs to their clients.
TW: drug use / overdose / death
IN DETAIL: It’d been going on for a couple of months -- they’d get them from the manufacturers, then distribute them out to the dealers. A middle man, that was all. A quick buck, cheap thrill, no logic behind their doings. They had the money already -- didn’t need more, but Cain found himself falling into the cliche. Untouchable golden boy playing with fire, tempting fate, all for the fun of it. Looking back -- it’s like the beginning of his descend from his perch-like throne. This is where Cain starts. This is where Cain ends. He’d gotten a new offer, a new boss of sorts -- different drugs, higher price -- why not? Expanding the business was all part of the fun; that was why he’d gone into business, hadn’t it? For the fun? To be a Wall Street crony? Wasn’t this just part of it all -- part of the bigger picture? They never tried the drugs they were distributing -- weren’t for him, better to keep a clear mind, to be at the top of your game. It wasn’t until the first overdose that they had actually suspected much at all; even then, it was easy to dismiss. Overdoses happened, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Unease weighing on his shoulders, but discarded; already onto the next venture. Two, three more happened over the course of a few weeks -- a pit in his stomach, growing. When one too many overdoses took a dark twist and ended in someone’s death -- that was when Cain felt the need to confront his dealer. He hadn’t been the one to alter the drugs -- but he distributed them to the dealers, who then sold them -- accomplices, the lot of them. Accomplices to murder. Confrontation was the wrong move; broken ribs later told Cain -- lesson learned. The most he could do was cut ties with the manufacturer and move on. A selfish move but the only smooth path; headlines flash behind their eyes -- SENATOR’S SON CAUGHT IN DRUG SCANDAL -- DEATHS CONFIRMED. His ribs ached at the thought. His ribs still ache at the thought.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: Only the people involved in the ordeal.
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE?: They’re hiding the fact that they’re a bastard in order to maintain their family’s reputation.
IN DETAIL: Just three days shy of Teddy’s 18th birthday, a close friend and fellow senior at Teddy’s high school returned home to find that ICE had raided her place and that their parents were currently being detained. Obviously aware of what this could mean for her, she sought comfort from the last person she’d been with, who just so happened to be Teddy. Despite being in New York since she was just 3 months old, she was still terrified that she would be sent back to La Paz, Mexico. Of course, Teddy’s idea was for them to get married to grant her a green card and keep her safe. Seeking refuge in the Lawrence household for the next few days, two days after Teddy turned 18 the two of them went down to city hall and sealed the deal. Even though the two don’t talk nearly as much anymore, they’re still ‘happily married’, and probably will be for a long time.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: Three of Teddy’s siblings; James, Maggie, and Michael. No one else, not even Teddy’s adopted parents, know.
the watershed moment. trigger warnings ;; physical, emotional abuse, violence.
the sun had already set when the male reached his dormitory and made his way up to his place. with his hands and arms full of canvas, he was struggling to get to his keys in the pocket of his jacket. a palette slid out of his grasp, creating a loud noise in the hallway and one could hear him mutter 'fudge' if anyone had been around. but no one was, the dorms were like the quiet before a storm, and it was ironic that he had thought that. castiel managed to put down some of the stuff he had used for his work, enjoying the last few days of painting in new york before the exciting trip to amsterdam, and get the key inside of his door to unlock it. the male stood still for a moment as the door soflty swung open, making a small noise.
his heart started beating faster after the sight of him definitely having locked the door in the morning slid past his mind. his first thought was watershed. someone had broken into his dorm and he had to get out of there as soon as possible. "castiel?" his name was suddenly spoken inside of his room, he could barely recognize the voice because of the obvious angry tone in it and wouldn’t if it wasn't for the familiar accent.
"father?" the male couldn't believe his ears, so he left his stuff laying on the ground in the hallway and rushed inside of his dorm. his heart was beating even faster than when he had assumed that someone dangerous had broken inside. "you didn't call me, it's a mess here- i- my roommate-" the male started rambling as his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the appearance of it. he didn’t have a roommate, that was quite obvious. god, his father wasn't an idiot, castiel knew that. whatever explanation he could come up with would just embarrass him further.
"keep quiet for christ's sake. you'll only talk when i ask you something," his father fumed with anger as he closed one of castiel's sketchbooks with a noise and threw it on the ground, standing up from the couch.
their relationship has always been cold and distant, but cas had never experienced his father speaking like that to him. he knew there was a different side to him, one that he liked to hide, one that was aggressive and impatient, but always present when it came to his work. despite him preaching about values and spending time with his family, this was all just a formality of the perfect life that he had always wanted. the second his company had a problem, it was that over everything else in the world. castiel’s first reaction was to feel disappointment in himself, he felt like he was deserving of his father's anger for the lies and closed the door behind him. he must have found out everything, these words repeated in castiel's mind over and over again, and it made him feel anxious and frightened.
"you've been lying to our faces for three whole years," his father started taking confident steps towards him, the anger written all over his features. "i have worked my ass off for you ever since you were born, and this is how you repay me? i've given you everything and never asked for anything in return except for getting the education to be able to step in my place one day," he spat out. "anyone would be grateful to be in your place."
"father, you never wanted to listen to what i wanted," castiel got out before swallowing hard.
"shut the hell up!" the man screamed, raising his hand and throwing a punch towards castiel's face. cas lost his balance hitting the wall as he hadn’t seen that coming, but he was managed to hold himself up, breathing deeply, attemtping to contain his own emotions. "listen to yourself, you coward. when have you ever told me what you wanted!? no, no, instead you went behind my back and wasted my hard-earned money on pursuing this!" he yelled with disgust, pointing at the walls of his dorm, fully covered in sketches and canvas that took cas hours, resources and help of other people to finish. castiel couldn't even look at his father who had stretched out his hand once again, running it against the wall and dropping all of the work that it had touched this time. the male was too shocked to comprehend the hurt he was feeling. but some part of him knew he was simply experiencing what he had been trying to avoid since he was a little boy. this was why cas had done everything his father ever told him to do, until now.
“you’re a disgrace,” he went on, making it hard for castiel to hold his tongue. “i don’t consider you my son.” this was the most his father had spoken to him in ever. truly the only way cas could make him care enough to speak to him was if he did something wrong, and he wasn’t the type to rebel and cause a lot of trouble, even now. even if his father felt as though he was ruining his whole life, but cas didn’t feel sorry for lying to him anymore, not after he had showed his true face and been aggressive. castiel considered it unfair to be punished for not doing something that his father wanted him to do, but he didn’t want to do, especially after being he had been nothing but cold towards him his whole life. his father didn’t give a damn about cas lying to him. the male could do anything for all he cared, as long as it didn’t shatter his picture perfect family business plan and didn’t put him in a situation of uncertainity when it came to the most important thing in the world for him. which was quite obviously his work.
“thank god,” castiel gathered some confidence to add and look the man in the eye after pressing his palm against his pulsing cheek for a second. he couldn’t recognize either of them in this situation and it was scary, how quickly his thoughts and feelings towards something and someone could change. but that small comment had been a bad decision and he realized that, after feeling his back hit the wall once again. “non stai andando ad amsterdam!” he exclaimed storming out of castiel’s dorm room, because wishing a safe flight wasn’t exactly in his father’s style.
castiel let out a loud sigh dropping to his knees to gather up the scattered paper and canvas that had fallen from the walls. the male never truly felt like he was lacking anything from his father as he was aware he was priviledged and most people had less than he did, but this interaction left him with not only a forming black eye that he had forgot to put an ice pack on, but also an utterly empty feeling. he pushed away all the negative emotions caused by this interaction and the feeling of uselessness, as he made the decision to get rid of all of his old art work that were decorating his room. it was the absolute perfect timing for a fresh start since he had a flight to pack for.
“But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I’m saying? Does it feel this way to you?”
