OH GOD in the hope that you could feel my pain
I FEEL ALIVE IN THE SUNLIGHT
all my fears already realised hale ocean / 24. you're never going to change me
i was already changing. Vegas Knockoff. love thy neighbor
AMERICAN TRAVESTY
feet in the pool and a joint dangling from her lips, virginia halloway was content. contentment wasnāt a feeling she was quite used to, especially not as of late, but the setting las vegas sun on her skin and the tiny high she was feeling put her there. a movement behind her pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns around, grinning,Ā āhello? yācome to share?ā wiggling the joint playfully, she raises her brows.Ā
everything is shades of pink, gold and orange. funny how the sensation it brings when the horizon looks like itās on fire doesnāt quite herald searing on exposed flesh, but the impending respiteĀ the night will bring from the unforgiving heat. thick brows lift at her voice, girlish, clear and unmistakably directed. heās been licking the roof of his mouth for an hour and needs a bite of something. sheās offering. he can do better ā likely, but maybe itās boredom that parts his lips, chin flicking upward in her direction.Ā Ā ā Ā whatās the catch ?Ā Ā ā
so funny thing, the last time i joined this group i said i hadnāt rped in a long while and fast forward to now, i againĀ havenāt rped in months, i am still little RUSTY, so bear with my ass while i figure out how to whip it into shape ( a dirty joke just popped into my head over that wtf ).Ā pls be gentle with me iām clearly very innocent. i did this intro in bullet points and did not organise them at all whatsoever. this is either going to be genius or trash, my betās on trash, bc i mean have u met mi,Ā iām a bigger mess than my muse.
( dacre montgomery | he/him | cismale ) hey, you hear ( house in l.a by jungle ) playing over on the ( 2nd floor )? thatās where ( hale ocean ) lives! i heard they moved in from (westwood, los angeles, california ) exactly one week ago. theyāre very ( perceptive ) but also pretty ( reticent ). maybe thatās why davie keeps calling them the ( catalyst ). starlit is full of people, but this ( 24Ā ) year old is really going to liven things up around here!
aesthetic: blackĀ leather, brown boots, cigarette hanging from plump lips, dark aviators with gold rims, palo santo, plush carpets, golden sunlight reflected off dusty surfaces, matte metal flask, sleek wood, brick walls, guitar case, fat passport with fraying edges, b&w photos
i took the little song choice super seriously so heās pretty much from goddamn L.A because of the goddamn song, i literally hate me
he is the illegitimate son of a washed up actress of yesteryear, VICTORIA MERCHANT she was the IT girl back in the day, but alas! scandal hit, and she became irrelevant save for the occasional āwhere are they now?ā tabloid feature.
i mean she had him with a dude ( a european photographer ) she wasnāt married to while married to someone else & this was the era where everybody loved to paint women badly the moment they make one mistake.
therefore he SORT OF grew up out of the spotlight, he doesnāt look anything like the bundled up toddler in his motherās arms the tabloid used to shade her with anymore.
if he does get recognised, itās usually with much skepticism, and itās easy to brush them off
he has an odd relationship with his mother ā itās certainly not conventional, itās difficult to contend with the shadow of her existence looming over him everywhere he goes. she may be irrelevant now, but people still know her name and will talk about her like sheās some long lost lover.Ā
has two half-sisters ( his motherās LEGITIMATE children ) they have an okay relationship. the worldās okay-est siblings tbh.
he is also a decent cook
he moved out at 16 because why not ā struck out on his own, so donāt expect him to be a glamour-freak, heās independent, standards might be a little higher but hey give the guy a break, everyone around him was rich
but heāll still live in a trailer eating skittles and bacon for breakfast over a beverly hills mansion any day
to be fair he had the life youād think heād have... teenager off on his own, the wild times, parties, drinking, sex.
it was easy to play into the dirtbag trope, steal a manās girl for kicks, just to see if he could swing it, but that stuff gets old.
now heās just jaded by that life, and has decided to have standards ( he has a very strange definition of standards though )
he loves being not-famous in LA (not)
very very difficult to get to know ā he is reserved, enigmatic, borderline a permanent grump, but you didnāt hear that here
vindictive ā this one bears grudges. selective grudges. he has rot in his bones and he allows it to consume him, stewing in resentment, building the sediment and coal, biding his time until a match is lit one dayĀ
heās in vegas and at the motel because heās trying to write music and damn friends and mother wonāt leave him the fuck alone, but this doesnāt mean youāll always hear him from his room and doesnāt mean heās trying to make it big ā his reasons are a little more complicated
itās not going very well, the desert is strange, but heās only just got here so who knows
as you can probably see I havenāt thought this through 100%, but if you got wanted connections or wanna plot hit me up ā i am literally down for anything.
so i came home drunk 2 nights in a row (whoops) and missed opening. iām gonna hydrate, navigate this world of mess iāve left my room in and clear up & then post my intro. r.i.p you guys are so great the dash is so top level.
