BILLY FLYNN J. MOTIER, ACTOR JUST A MECHANIC ❝ all I care about is
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who’s picking on you;
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when flynn remarked upon fernando’s appearance at the cruise, aja looked over at roxie as she tried to stifle a giggle from emerging from her soft features. fernando looked at flynn, a look that could only convey how this was borderline a kidnapping on aja and roxie’s part more so than his complete free will. “i am far more vividly aware of my circumstances, mi querido amigo. to be frank, i am surprised too.” he said, giving a glance to the girls who seemed to be regretting nothing so far. fernando held the glasses so flynn could pour, once having a glass filled, taking a sip of it.
Aja looked at roxie as she spoke to her, a smile rising from her lips. “i doubt they would ever know what cracking a cold one with the boys would be like with our lifestyle.” she retorted, a small smile emerging from her lips before she lied down backwards to be near Roxie’s lap. as roxie spoke out about the person who had to pack last minute, aja seemingly raised her hand. “i packed the night before. roxie is my skype witness.” aja said before she glanced over at her brother, her eyebrows raised in the same fashion he did just moments before. fernando looked at flynn and shrugged. “i hoped they would forget about me.” he added jokingly, taking a sip.
all of the four amigos had been such a busy schedule. Aja’s acting career was soaring despite that scandal that happened not too long ago, Roxie was at conventions all aroun America, and Fernando was someone so entirely dedicated to his education and career as a business man, even Flynn seemed busy (though it mainly seemed that his time was occupied with mourning). Aja mentioned to her brother and Flynn, making grabby hands at the both of them. “Come here, you guys. I am so excited for us to be together on a vacation. We can finally relax, actually hang out with each other like the good old days.” she exclaimed, scooching over so that her head was on Roxie’s lap. oh, how she was glad that now she could be more of a friend, more of a sister, to those she has loved since she could remember.
It took a moment to recognize the familiar dullness in the other male’s eyes but when he did, Flynn gave the slightest nod to acknowledge it, making it off like he was merely digesting the reply. “Well, either way, I’m glad that you’re here so I don’t have to deal with the ladies on my own. Merde... I would’ve been torn apart from all the excitement and Roxie’s inability to plan out all the places she wants to see.” He snickered at that as he eyed at a sister that was now momentarily giving him the good ol’ stink-eye, adding on, “Oi, not my fault you can’t make up your mind to save your life, outside of a video game~”
"I’ll have you know I’m getting better. I actually know who I’m cosplaying as at which conventions this year. Hence the long time to prepare and pack everything,” the blonde puffed up slightly, crinkling her nose in her brother’s direction, rather proud of her accomplishment. Unfazed by her friend making herself comfortable, a hand combed through Aja’s bangs on instinct as they fell forward a bit before sticking her tongue out at Fernando. “No man will be left behind, not on my watch.”
Taking another sip of wine before setting the glass down on the table again, the mechanic chuckled, more to himself than any particular situation in the room. It was nice being in a room with his childhood comrades, now that someone mentioned it aloud. His heart swelled and there was a chumminess there; be it purely a work of friendship or also the alcohol, he wouldn’t dare reveal. Though he rolled his eyes at the bit of affection at first, the smile betrayed Flynn as he rose from his seat to accept one of Aja’s hugs. She was a bit hard to deny.
Aja had been with Roxie all day, from unpacking her bags in the other room to making sure her brother didn’t forget any of his prized possessions back home with their parents where he had been staying for his vacation from school. it had been rather interesting, finally getting to fully be divulged into the world that was Roxie’s. This was more of her field, and something that both her brother and her knew far too well. They were supposed to be sharing a room, but at the last minute it had been changed so Fernando came with his bit of luggage that honestly surprised Aja. though, she didn’t grab his luggage at any point so it could weigh far more than they look.
The two siblings entered together, so elegantly. something one would contribute to their prestigious mother who never allowed her children to slouch. Aja’s tiny figure compared to her brothers far more taller and firm structure surely gave the couple a rather interesting aura to them. often times, people being far too intimidated to approach the two. though, in this moment, they didn’t care who approached them. Both were there to enjoy some vacation time with their bestest friends in the world.
“Don’t drink it all, after being stuck with these girls, I need at least two glasses.” Fernando exclaimed, stepping forward and grabbing one of the cups that had been displayed ever so neatly in the room. His little sister couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him before taking a seat on the mini foot rest / couch at the foot of the bed. She observed the interaction between Roxie and Flynn before saying anything.“Hola.” She stated playfully, a smile on her face as she leaned an elbow on the bed and rested her head on her hand. “When did you get here?”
A smirk passing through his features, Flynn couldn’t help but remark, “I’m surprised you decided to join at all, mon ami. You are aware that we’re all stuck together for the next few months?” Reaching for the chilled bottle, he made sure to keep a firm grasp closer to the neck else the condensation cause what would be an unfortunate slip-up.
He proceeded to help Fernando pour out a new glass of wine before refilling his own while Roxie sighed, quick to move out of the way and joining Aja by sitting loftily on the still well-made bed. “It’s like a rich boy’s version of cracking open a cold one,” she mumbled for only the other to hear before saying a little louder, “plus it’s not our fault someone waited until the last minute to get ready. I’ve pretty much been packing everything piece by piece for a month.”
As the mechanic sat back once more, taking a preliminary sip with a satisfied little hum, he nonchalantly shrugged at the question. “Just an hour or two ago. Spent most of it dazing though, I’ll admit. Had a long shift yesterday since we were short a man at the shop, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take advantage of the room and undo a couple knots on my back.” He was doing his best now to be pleasant conversationally. It’d been a while since Flynn had seen anyone, or at least it felt like it.
It’d been an hour or so since he’d arrived at the luxury hotel for the evening, time which he’d spent enjoying a flute glassful from the complimentary chardonnay and one of the mint chocolates that came with the suite. Flynn wasn’t surprised at checking in first, even if the vacation had been Roxie’s prize -- he was the one that had been residing in the city for a few years now while everyone else had remained somewhat transient. He didn’t mind the peace that came with the quiet, lounging on the couch, boots long since kicked off to revel in the full comfort that came with the cool leather.
He’d meant to sit up once more as soon as his ears prickled with the soft click of the door, responding to the keycard on the other side, but his large form had sunken in so far that he was ill-prepared for the flurry of motion that rushed towards him. Blonde hair tickled at the lips and nose as slender arms slipped around the male’s neck before standing up again to give her best motherly scolding of a look. “Billy Flynn Josue Motier, don’t tell me you’ve already popped the free wine without us!”
“What can I say,” the male chuckled, “I love a good vintage when I see one.” Propping his elbows against the cushions to return to an upward sitting position, his eyes caught onto someone else coming up from behind his sister. Almost reflexively, a smile creased his features. He didn’t need to check; he’d been aware of who’d Roxie invited to the trip the moment she’d texted about it. “Hey Aja, hey Nando.” Though it was unintentional, Flynn craned his neck a bit to get a better look at them as he gave a little wave.
When in acting mode, especially live onstage, Flynn has almost perfected the art of not stumbling over his words or making unnecessary noises. If anything, he may pause very briefly which may seem like adding dramatic flair but, in reality, is his mind quickly catching up with his lips as he’s rehearsed lines so many times, sometimes they instinctively lead him through scenes instead of it being himself.
However, as far as everyday matters go? He’s full of little mistakes, but they’re just a part of his mental flow. More prone to speak his thoughts aloud, he may: add in a few extra descriptors or a miscellaneous term that doesn’t quite fit in correctly, say something in Creole of French before remembering to translate, or even fall quiet to process exactly what he meant to convey before rethinking it to make better sense.
Who was your muse’s first kiss?
He hardly remembers it, honestly.
At sixteen or seventeen, the varsity troupe at his high school threw a last get-together as a means to send off the seniors. As most dumb parties do, they shared shitty drinks and played games, one of them being a classic from theatre class, Park Bench. One of the other guys portrayed themselves as a flirt that Flynn was supposed to have hooked up with the night before, and they shared a sloppy embrace before pretending to run off to get married. Amusing at the time, a cheesy tale to tell now.
What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?
One of the biggest lessons he took away from his parents’ relationship as well as his own past marriage is that everything’s built on give and take. If all social relations were different types of streets, romance would be an interstate highway between hearts. Though it can be difficult at times for him to emotionally convey his feelings and thoughts without the help of music, Flynn knows that he needs to be willing to adapt and compromise with his future partner(s) in order for things to work smoothly.
This is also the reason why he doesn’t believe he’s worthy of pursuing anyone right now; he doesn’t know if he’d be able to return any favors from his partner(s) anytime soon, not in the shape he’s found himself stuck in. One of his biggest fears is becoming too reliant on anyone after all, molded by the expectations pressed upon him years ago.
What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed?
Let’s pretend he’s not already depressed.
The signs are rather stereotypical, if a bit more dramatic due to his mental condition. Lack of sleep, low motivation, mood swings, a dangerous tendency for self-destructive habits like excessive drinking. Smoking, while a great form of stress relief for him, is only preferred over alcohol for the motion of doing so and the steady breathing required, easily abused if his nerves are fried from obsessive thoughts and waking dreams/nightmares.
Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?
Though his general thoughts on being Catholic are on the more pessimistic side due to the holier-than-thou attitudes of some of its practicioners and the controversies surrounding a select few leaders, he genuinely finds peace in praying. He doesn’t think that the formalities are necessary either – it’s the thought that counts the most to God.
Was there anything their parents pushed them to do?
His pop forced him to work at his mechanic shop and he had to be incentivized into doing chores around the house, helping clean and cook – but those are things that Flynn accepted as just parts of growing up. Without the push from his parents at a young age, he’d probably be lost as an adult as far as everyday responsibilities go. Plus now that he owns his pop’s shop, it helps that he can actually put on a jumpsuit and work on the vehicles himself whenever they need an extra hand.
What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?
Answered here~
Would your muse ever roleplay?
Considering he has participated in tabletop games like Dungeons & Dragons before and enjoyed it, it wouldn’t be a stretch for Flynn to roleplay.
Sexual roleplay isn’t out of his realm of possibilities either.
What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?
Answered here~
What is your muse’s favorite holiday?
Perhaps it has a bit to do with Halloween the evening before, but he sincerely loves Dia de Los Muertos especially when celebrated Louisiana style, which takes cues from both Haitian and Latino cultures. From the morning processions to the lively mass and prayers to the colorful parades and partying all afternoon, there’s something for everyone participating. His favorite tradition is helping make food and drinks for the graveside picnic.
Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?
Now? His sister, Roxie, without a doubt in his mind. (Alright, maybe a little bit of doubt with someone else coming into the picture...)
Name a song your muse can sing every word to.
That would most unashamedly be Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. Oh, and Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. They’re even better with a few drinks in his system, and room for him to dance if one’s managed to convince him to do so.
What keeps your muse up at night?
While he wouldn’t dare trouble anyone else except the psychologist he confides in about his problems, Flynn has long since been plagued by repetitions of the accident. There have been many nights where he can’t fall asleep because, as soon as he closes his eyes, he’s warped back to the scene. It feels as if his conscience is forcing him to relive the event until he’s either numb to the pain or succumbs to it fully, neither of which he’s willing to do.
Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?
Though partly Jewish due to his mama’s side, his grandpa didn’t pass on the religion to her since it’s traditionally matrilineal. Instead, she was a non-denominational Christian right up to her marriage to pop, converting to Catholicism. She never really minded given that she still celebrates God and all he has to give, but she does mind the overabundance of holidays given pop’s background as a native Louisianan as well as his penchant for partying. They’ve eventually compromised on toning down for the kids... so long as he can still have Mardi Gras every year.
What is your muse most thankful for?
Family, for sure. He’s nothing without the support they’ve given him over the years and for continuing to love him despite his status.
Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?
Josue is his middle name -- I know, shocker. Most people think Flynn is, but he actually has a two-part first name and then his middle name. He doesn’t mind it too much since it really lends to his French roots and it’s his father’s father’s name; the only grandparent he never got the chance to meet. He likes feeling connected even though he’s not physically present.
Does your muse have any trophies?
For serious events, technicaly no. While the high school and universities he attended won regional, state, and national level competitions in theatre, he counts merely as a one member of the many that helped make those fantastic performances. He has won at a talent show though; once as the best act for a comedic remaking of Gene Kelly’s I Got Rhythm routine in An American in Paris.
What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?
Everything is fine.
It’s such a simple thought that easily passes through every filter, always unwelcome yet even sometimes boldly uttered to others about his state of mind. Admittedly, it’s a rather plain, common lie – but it’s one that Flynn’s said so many times in the past five years that it could be made into a drinking game. Only his psychologist had gotten him to break and admit to it’s falseness.
What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?
Honestly? Going outside sometimes, socializing in general. If left on his own and not required to check in at the mechanic’s shop every day, the man would probably easily slip into a more hermitic lifestyle. Partly a fault of his own introverted tendencies, partly due to the fact that he’s awful at handling attention without someone to properly support him and bounce off of when it comes to proper cues.
What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?
Ravenclaw, for sure. Before hitting his slump, he always made it a goal of his to learn something new every day, constantly yearned for new routines and techniques. Even though he wasn’t the greatest at observing minute details, one of Flynn’s biggest pastimes was comparing different versions of the same narrative or story; watching retellings of Shakespeare plays and seeing how the changes relate to that point in history. Romeo + Juliet is underrated and Kenneth Branagh is a beautiful thespian, everyone needs to know that. If he cared to go back, he’d probably be getting a PhD in Theatre Historiography.
hey there, hi there, ho there~ just your friendly neighborhood blob, Bloo (23, she/they, CST). got stuck at work all day but I’m finally around to introduce myself and one of my oldest muses tbh. Flynn here has been wandering from home to home, but hopefully we’ve finally found a place for him to stay for a long while! I’m already super excited to get to interacting with you guys -- there are some seriously great characters in here like. holy shit, I love them all. well, enough of me gushing, here’s my ice king of a romantic!!
(GASPARD ULLIEL, 32, HE/HIM/HIS, CISGENDER MALE) BILLY FLYNN MOTIER joined the trip! exciting right? they’re usually known for being a MECHANIC SHOP OWNER and people have definitely described them as PASSIONATE and CYNICAL before. apparently OH DARLING by PLUG IN STEREO currently describes their relationship status too. i don’t know about you, but CALLUSED HANDS COVERED IN GREASE, FADED BLUE JEANS WITH THE HEMS ROLLED UP, and WORN-IN TAP SHOES CLATTERING EXCITEDLY AGAINST WOODEN FLOORBOARDS makes me think of them. can’t wait to see what they get into! (BLOO, 23, CST, SHE/THEY)
whoa, whoa, whoa. what’s this? a very detailed statistics page??? heck yes!
HISTORICAL RUNDOWN:
trigger warnings: alcohol mention, traumatic experience (drunk driving), death
the elder child of a humble mechanic and his Broadway superstar wife, who’s actually the daughter of the first iteration of Billy Flynn in Chicago -- Jerry Orbach. more of a fun fact really but, needless to say, performing might as well be genetic.
his family moved down to Louisiana where his pop’s from and lived rather modestly there while their names were big and they even had a seat amongst the B-list of Hollywood, Broadway wasn’t making as much as it used to by the early 90s. high-cost productions didn’t mean high-profit margins, after all.
his mama was gone every other season for the first 10 years of his life, usually falls and springs so she’d be there when her kids were on break from school. while some may say she was “absent,” Flynn didn’t mind too much since he knew she was pursuing what she loved and he greatly respected that aspect about her.
eventually, his pop decided to move the shop up to New York City so she could take it easy and didn’t have to waste money and time moving places. this was the perfect excuse for him to go out and see his mama perform sometimes, really see her sparkle and inspire him.
while he dreamed wholeheartedly of his name in lights just like his grandpa and mama before him, Flynn spent his afternoons when not rehearsing for a school play at his pop’s shop if not helping around the house, fully expected to know how to take care of himself and not rely on someone else to do shit for him.
though he nailed his first audition and was cast as Lumiere on Broadway’s Beauty and The Beast almost immediately after getting his Bachelors at Yale, his parents encouraged him to continue his studies.
he transferred to Tisch so he could be in the city where his new job was. he lived with his childhood friend, Helen Edwards, who was between waiting tables and doing small indie projects to fill her acting resume. though they’d always been close, they grew infinitely closer and eventually eloped.
it was a New Yorker socialite scandal the moment they announced their engagement all over again, just like with Flynn’s parents before them. after all, a natural-born big shot and a nobody? how dare he. they soon shut up when she got her chance to shine in Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides.
were quietly and happily wed in 2013 once the attention died down, and they moved to Los Angeles, California since she was due for a new acting project next spring. however, in early 2014, they fell victim to a drunk driver’s mistakes... and only he made it out alive.
trying to run from the memories and the paparazzi asap, he made his way back to New York City, where he spent some time moping and hiding away at his parents’ home. ofc his pop wasn’t going to let him take it sitting down and got Flynn to work at the shop to take the frustrations out on the cars instead of keeping it all in his head. so when his pop retired, it wasn’t a surprise that he transferred ownership to his son.
hasn’t managed to escape his own grief sooo his sister decided “fuck it, we’re going on vacation.” and here he is now!! stuck with darling Roxie and her best friend who, well. he kinda likes but also doesn’t really know how to get out of his rut and get over his nerves so he can admit it. fun times.
PERSONAL TOUCHES:
he can hold friendly enough conversations, but it doesn't take much for the cynic to come out and make sarcastic, self-deprecating remarks. especially when alcohol’s involved.
though he used to wear his heart on his sleeve, Flynn has since taken it and shoved it deep, deep down in his chest. that doesn’t mean it’s not there, it’s just hard to get to with his ribs like an iron cage around it to deflect all the potential hurt.
however, there are few ways to slip between the bars and get it into making an appearance -- namely dance, film, music, theatre. karaoke’s a guilty pleasure. he gets both the classics and more pop culture, modern stuff. Flynn’s so big on fine arts that he’s probably put money where his mouth is and donated a big chunk of his Broadway earnings to fund schools and recreational programs in New York City. not that he’s gonna boast about it, ofc. he keeps them anonymous.
definitely can be summarized as a diamond in the rough who tries to dress to intimidate others in keeping away. it may take a lil while for him to warm up to someone but, once they’re there, he’s a real gentleman. got a super soft center.
if he views anyone as part of his family, do not fuck with them. especially friends that he sees as being like his children (cuz spoiler alert: he lost his unborn child that fateful accident, so now he really feels the extra need to protect young ones).
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
Roxanne “Roxie” Motier. his younger sister is a pain in his ass, first of all. she’s everything he used to be with the addition of extraverted as heck -- he was the quieter, laidback one. she’s the reason why he’s even on this “all expenses paid” (press X to Doubt) vacation. but I guess Flynn can’t complain too much since he’s not at the shop for once in his lifetime, and he finally gets to accomplish some bucket list things by exploring new places.
Roxie’s Best Friend. she’s been with her soul sister for years now and has known the family since they moved to New York City. she’s just as dedicated to the fine arts as him with the difference that she’s never lost their spark; something that Flynn envies and yet also can’t help but be pulled in by. whenever they’re in a room together, they’re almost inseparable, with or without Roxie’s influence. she wants him to let her in, and he wants her to stay, but it’s difficult for either to actually say so cuz of him with his PTSD and related trauma, her with whatever pain’s she’s been through~
Peas in a Pod. someone who can vibe with him as far as heartaches go. or at least with romance- and relationship-based complaints. a fellow pessimist that he can forget about the hurt with late at night, drinking and eating/making good greasy food. classically smashed burgers and pinot noir go together, right?
Honorary Motiers. at some point, were graced with the title of being sibling-like to Flynn and now will always have to deal with a highly protective but also very worldly mentor figure. he might not be able to physically outfit you with anything, but he can teach someone how to do a perfect triple pirouette or how to find their vocal sweet spot (which he’d like to note is called a person’s prime voice, thank you and good day). you know, tools of the trade from a person who studied or 6-7 years in the fine arts.
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