"How long do we gotta stay here before its deemed reasonable to leave?" Bastian huffed as he looked at the watch on his wrist. Doing these events sober was painful, the temptation being everywhere but a reason stint in rehab.
“ I’d probably say you could do an Irish goodbye after about an hour. You know, do a round and say hi to everyone, make sure they know you showed. ” Freddie says, taking a drag from his cigarette. “ you alright ? ”
this was a favour more than anything but emmeline did like attending parties. she struggled making friends, keeping relationships but at parties, people behaved differently - the would seem nicer or perhaps it was just because they were like her. "oh, i love it here. it's always so beautiful and grand and exquisite, is it not?" emmeline was definitely an artisan by nature and was always blown away by the architecture she'd find herself inhabiting at events such as this. a bottle in hand, she sat down opposite the other. "so, what have you been up to?"
“ yeah - I mean, it’s alright. ” freddie says, taking a sip from his drink. He doesn’t like these settings as much as others, always feeling like an outsider. An intruder in a life that shouldn’t be his. “ eh, not much. Just wrapped on a film and now waiting for Dune to start shooting this summer. What about you, Em? Anything wildly exciting happening? ”
“ Ah, if it isn’t Kennedy Reed ” Freddie exclaims from the corner he perches again, cigarette hanging from his mouth and a lighter in hand. “ I heard you and I are hitting the club after this. ”
Freddie hates these events. He wasn’t born into his sort of life, nor does he deserve it, and so he feels like an imposter just waiting to be caught out. He needs mollie, and so when he sees her walking towards the ballroom, a gentle yet relieved smile graces his features. “ there she is - ” he says, words laced with affection “ the belle of the ball. ” there’s a wink that follows the words as an arm wraps itself around her shoulders. “ drink ? ”
( Rudy pankow, cis male, he/him ) FREDDIE PARKER the 27 year old is said to have gone off to become an ACTOR. They are known to be FIERCLY LOYAL and SELF DESTRUCTIVE which makes sense when you think about how they were labeled the ANGEL BOY (17) of the industry. Maybe their time here will change things for them.
full name — Frederick James Parker
nickname(s) — Freddie, Fredster, FJ, Fred.
name meaning — peaceful ruler
age — twenty seven
ate of birth — april 1st
place of birth — hackney, london, england
current residence — Kensington and Chelsea, London, England
gender — cis-male
pronouns — he/him
sexual orientation — homosexual
height - 5'11
eligion - agnostic
family - Douglas ( father ), Kathrine ( mother ), joshua , caleb , poppy , beau, max , mila ( siblings )
medical diagnosis’ — adhd, depression, ptsd, anxiety, oppositional defiance disorder
voiceclaim — danny dyer
Inspired by : James Cook ( Skins ), Mickey Maguire ( shamless ), Neil Sutherland ( the inbetweeners ), Nathan Young ( misfits ), alex karev ( greys anatomy )
a song for Freddies intro
Tw for abuse, substance misuse, violence, addiction, overdose, auditory hallucinations.
Freddie was the second born of several children that Douglas and Katherine Parker forced into the world, and from the moment he took his first breath, the odds were stacked against him.
He grew up in a two bedroom housing estate in Hackney, East London. His childhood, to those on the outside, was nothing exceedingly special - he and his siblings attended a state school on the verge of closure, and when not there, freddie was often at the youth club kicking a ball around, or running wild around the estate with older peers. Nobody bothered to scratch the surface or question why the young boy never seemed keen to go home - it was always easier to ignore the signs.
Douglas and Katherine did not parent well. They barely existed well. Douglas was an angry man with drug abuse issues and Katherine was so beaten down over the years she could barely get out of bed unless to get a bottle of wine. Douglas was violent within the walls of their home, and his anger did not end with the children.
The first time social services visited the home, Freddie was four nearing five. He had recently started school, and some of the things he had said had raised alarm bells. Social came, they inspected the home and chatted with Josh, Freddie, Caleb and Poppy. When they left, Freddie was told by his father that if he ever opened his gob again, if social ever came back they would probably take him away from his siblings and they would never see each other again. that terrified him into complacency. They were on the radar, but not of high concern. You see, Social work is an underpaid and overworked profession, and the amount of cases coming in meant priorities had to be made. Freddie sees that now, but he didn't at the time.
Every day was a battlefield, and Freddies way of coping was to lash out at anyone around him: a scream for help that everybody seemed to turn a blind eye too. Those turner kids are trouble, they are.
Freddie found his saving grace early on, however. His local youth group offered an after school drama club, and although he was hesitant, about joining, he reluctantly agreed and it became apparent very early on that he had a flair for theatrics.
School however, continued to be a struggle as he moved into teenage hood, The deathly mix of teenage hormones, anger passed down from his father, and the the wrong crowd of friends caused his behaviour was unmanageable. It was like his body was constantly in fight or flight mode. ‘Defensive, Lazy, Unmotivated - a teachers nightmare’ - all words scrawled across his report cards over the years. they don’t care, Freddie had realised. They don’t want to listen to my screams for help. nobody fucking cares.
But maybe someone did - a parent govener had visited the youth club for their annual drama showcase and had spotted Freddie and his talent a mile off. On the stage, he was a far cry from the boy that had been put forward for expulsion. Yes, he was rough around the ages, unkept and loud, but he emodied characters in a way he didn't seen in a long time. This parent bought the case to the school and suggested that instead of booting the blonde haired tyrant out, they force him into the schools drama club and lessons. Just as a trial, and if it didn't work, if Freddies behaviour didn't improve, than they move forward with the expulsion process.
The moment Freddie started taking lessons with the schools qualified drama teacher, things appeared to be on the up. He was there every lunch time, and every day after school. It provided him with an outlet, and as his confidence grew, as did his acting abilities. He was put forward as a lead in nearly every school play, musical and showcase.
But it wasn't all smooth sailing, his father was becoming more and more violent, and alongside that, sick. Something was very clearly wrong, but Douglas Parker was not a man to ever admit defeat and thus refused to even set foot in a doctors office. His father died within a year. He left the family financially ruined with years of debts that they would never be able to pay, and his mother fell further off the bandwagon. It fell on Freddie, or so he believed, to do what was needed to keep them afloat.
He spoke to his Drama teacher and asked about agents and the process for applying for roles in television and film. The school offered to support this, feeling sorry for the kid who had just lost a parent and was now financially in ruins.
a million and one audition tapes were filmed in the tiny school drama studio, until finally, at the age of sixteen, he landed a minor role in Jason Reitmans 'men, women & children'. Although minor, it earned him a space on the map, and the same year he landed Christopher Nolans 'interstellar'.
Freddie, being sixteen, had access to his own money., but he gave the money for those first jobs to his mother. He had hopes she would pay off the debts and pull heself out of the pits for him and his sibliings. She didn't. Lesson learnt.
Interstellar didn't propel his career like he hoped it would, but he still continued to put in the work. A series of other works followed, and with the money he pulled his family out of financial instability.
Despite his work for his drama club, Freddie barely passed school. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and he spent most of his time fucking about with his mates. But he still did it by the skin of his teeth.
In 2016, at just 18, Freddie landed his first major role in Luca Guadagnino's call me by your name and with its release the following year, Freddie was catapulted into the cinematic stratosphere, convincing audiences and critics alike of his talent and immeasurable on-screen charisma. A golden globe, a BAFTA and a an oscar nomination later and the kid from Hackney who had always believed himself a stain on the earth had captured the hearts of thousands. His place within the cinematic universe was further cemented with the release of a further three films that same year, including Greta Gerwigs ladybird.
Freddie struggled with fame, and tried as much as possible to keep himself out of the limelight. He was also overhwlmed with the amount of money coming in, and decided to spend the majority of it on building new youth clubs around london. They had saved him growing up, and with the government closing them left right and centre, he felt a need to do something. This was never released to the public however, he wasn't after reward for such actions. He just wanted to ensure others didn't fall off the beaten track. Youth clubs, sports centres and charities. That was where most of the money went. The only thing he really bought for himself was a family home in Kensington and Chelsea. Somewhere safe for his siblings to grow up. They deserved more than he had had, and he was determined to give it to them.
As Freddie's title as actor became more established, he found himself dabbling in more esteemed circles. Celebrity friends, late night parties at places he had never heard of, drinking from bottles he couldn't pronounce. It was another world, and yet, still, he couldn't quite let go of the life he had always known. He wasn't built or worthy of the high life, or at least he believed so. his fathers voice still echoed in his head.
It didn't take long for Freddies busy mind to get the better of him. He started to drown the voices with such an easy access to drugs and alcohol. It got out of hand quickly, years and years of trauma that he was trying so desperatly to bury and silence. THEY WOULDN'T STOP. They would come back louder and more violent, the voice in his head. His fathers voice, always there. He would never be good enough. And Freddie understood he would never be able to rid of him until he ridded of himself. When he was on set the voice would still, but in moments of calm it would come back, violent, angry, a constant reminder that he was a fuck up, that to the world he was pretending, LYING. So he worked more, he pushed harder.
There were short lived relationships during this time, as there so often are with Freddie. His crippling self confidence often leaves him falling short romantically - cutting it off before anyone can get too close and see the damage within. Adam being one of those flames that died out before it really had a chance to ignite.
It came to a head at TWENTY FIVE, an overdose while on a country side getaway. It was the most peaceful he had ever felt, he would be dead, the voice would be dead. He would be able to rest.
It didn't work. He woke up in a hospital, his agency whisking him off for 'help' and keeping it all very undercover. Only a select few people know. 6 months hidden from the world, and he was back for the release of the film he had wrapped before his attempt: a complete unknown.
