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* zane ahmed carter * 25 years old. manager of record exchange, local guitar god, and somehow got a business degree.

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heyyymickey‌:

“I think I could make the box work, at least I wouldn’t be a part of the capitalism machine that’s inevitably going to destroy this place,” she pouted, blowing a stray hair out of her face, “Maybe I could just live in your garage?” she asked as he took a hit. He really was beautiful, and she’d always loved him, but there was no suppressing the gay inside of her. She still remembered the day she cried in his arms and said, I’m sorry, I’d be in love with you if I could. She wondered sometimes if he ever still thought about that, if it still hurt. She hoped not. 

“You don’t know I’d hate it!” she said with a belly laugh. “I’m not bringing the vibe down, I’m just being a brat, it’s what I do,” she shrugged, taking the joint back and flopping back down deeper into the cushions. “Seriously, though, maybe I can stand outside an abortion clinic this weekend and help women get in there safely - away from the pro-lifers. I like to do that sometimes. It’s a small way to help, but it’s a way to help anyway. I get so itchy when I feel like I’m not making a difference. It makes me feel all stuck.” 

“Yeah, well, tell me about that master plan when it storms one night and you get washed into the gutters like Pennywise.” The male couldn’t help but tease and poke at her dramatics, she had always been as such, the yin to his mellow yang at times. “I mean, you could, but I don’t mind you inside. You’re not some stray cat to me, I don’t mind you here.” It was true, having the company was nice, especially someone he felt comfortable around. Zane was pretty closed off, not that he meant to be, that was just him. When he started dating Mickey, he didn’t even know how it happened, he just enjoyed her. That’s why when she was honest with him, she trusted in him, he cared more about her well-being than his own. That was just how he was, he’d always been that way when he cared about someone. 

Another slow drag of the joint, he leaned forward to hand it back off to her, laughing under his breath as he held the hit in. “I know you would. I know you Micks, Boise wouldn’t be the same without you around anyways.” Zane admitted with a smile and a shrug, exhaling the cloud of smoke into the air now, head tilted back as he stared at the ceiling, “I mean, you do what you gotta do to feel fulfilled. People are assholes to women when they are vulnerable, I’m sure having the support helps out a lot. There’s not too much to do out here, maybe you’re just getting stir crazy. If I can manage to get off work more than two days a week, maybe we can go on some crazy little road trip?”

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Mickey sprawled on Zane’s couch after what felt like the longest day ever, “God, why am I working in retail again? I’m just helping feed capitalism, I’m becoming part of the problem, why do I need a paycheck?” she whined, pulling a joint from her pocket and lighting it up, taking a deep inhale and exhaling slowly, reveling in that first drag. “You wanna hit?” she asked, holding it out for him. God, was she a cliche high school villain who was peer pressuring her friend into smoking? Eh, if she was, let it be - it came from the Earth and was hand rolled, not like anyone had to die for it to be made.

“Seriously, I’m thinking of leaving this place and joining the Peace Corps,” she said, though she knew it wasn’t true. Her mom needed her, her brother needed her even more, and she was stuck here until one of those things changed. In all likelihood, none of it would, and she’d just have to accept that and try to change the world one rally, one cause at a time. 

It was a rarity for him to have downtime, and typically if he didn’t spend it holed up inside with his guitar, it was spent like this with Mickey. Despite a somewhat confusing past, she was his closest confidant and someone he didn’t mind spending downtime with. His mother was working, as usual, which just left the two of them in the small but comfy quarters of his living room. Walking back around the couch she was spread out on, he rolled his eyes with a chuckle, “Well, seeing as you need a paycheck to basically not end up on the street...I would say that’s why. Unless you want to live out of a box, I think there’s one in the garage.” Zane joked with a smirk, hopping over the back of the couch and nudging her legs to give him room, letting her spark up without much protest seeing as his mother really wasn’t around enough to protest and was typically too tired to anyways.  “Is that even a question?” He breathed out, leaning over to take the joint from her, taking a slow drag as his head fell back. 

His brow raised as she spoke about leaving town, exhaling his hit with ease as he rolled his eyes again, “Oh please, you’d hate that shit. Besides, you’d miss me too much.” And her mother too, which needed her, so deep down he knew this was all just tired, post-work talk. “Now don’t bring the vibe down, it’s my day off.” He reminded her, offering the joint back over to her with a small smile.

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“In case I ever get accused of robbery feel free to let them know I once cried after being talked into stealing a piece of candy by a friend.” She laughed as she reminisced about that day. She truly thought she was going to jail for life and would never see her family again. “Sounds dramatic but the more you get to know me you’ll figure out…it makes sense.” She smiled at him as she watched him straighten up. She made sure that anything she continued to touch she put it back neatly so she wouldn’t make his night worse. She liked to bug him when he worked at the bar or whenever she saw him around town but she knew how much a person wanted to be done with work once the customers were gone. 

“I’ll have to thank them, I like never knowing when you’re going to show up…it’s a happy surprise.” She told him as she stopped browsing. She turned to look at him and wondered if he would ever open up to her a little more. It’s not like she expected them to run off into the sunset as best friends but she liked talking to him. “I mean let’s be real here, you’re definitely one of the nicer bartenders.” She admitted at least as far as giving her a drink or two when she had a rough night. As she went back to browsing she heard him start to speak again which made her turn back to him. Virginia found herself smiling as could tell he was trying not to really ask for help with how he worded it. At least that’s how it came off but she had to admit he was good at making it sound like it was something they always did. She knew if his car wasn’t in the shop carpooling would have been far from his mind. “You know, you don’t have to pay me in drinks, I wouldn’t mind just helping you out.” She told him raising an eyebrow. “It would be my honor.” She joked though she was serious at the same time. “Let me know when you’re done and we’ll head out, I’ll wait by the front door.” She started to walk off before pausing to turn and look at him. “Never worry about asking me for help.”

His brows raised in surprise to her story, although he could believe it, Virginia seemed to be somewhat on the softer side of things. Zane couldn’t relate to that though because when he was younger, he had his sticky fingers moments. Money wasn’t exactly in abundance once his father passed, and he didn’t want his mother blowing all her money on him when it had to be used towards bills, so Zane did what he had to do. But she didn’t need to know his life story, and he didn’t want to have to explain it anyway, just keep it pushed down below the surface. “Well, I’ll make sure to remember that, although...now I can’t get you all teary-eyed over a candy out of my head. What was it, like, 25 cents?” He teased lightly, giving her a little laugh to show he was just messing with her, twirling the keys around his index finger.  Her kindness towards him never failed to amaze him, Zane wasn’t exactly mister friendly, he sort of just worked and kept mostly to himself and that was about it. 

He wasn’t the type to become best friends with a coworker or to go out and make friends, the people he was close to he’s known for a while...or they forced their way in and now he can’t shake them. Virginia was seeming to fall into the second category, but that was her choice, and he liked having someone who enjoyed him being around. “Glad you think so.” He confirmed with a small smile shot over his shoulder, tucking the last out of order record back into place. “I have no reason to be a dick to you guys, you’re there to make money, same as me...I just don’t have the assets to do it the way you guys do, so, I just make the drinks to make the night easier.” Zane told her easily, turning around to face her now as he raised a brow in her direction. There it was, kindness offered to him again, once again he wasn’t sure why he deserved it but he took it in stride as he nodded slowly, “Thanks...” It’s all he could really offer, he always felt a little off when he asked for help, Zane was always the one to take care of himself so when it was the other way around, it was a bit uncomfortable. Still getting to work and not being out of breath from riding his bike across town was well worth it, and he finished tidying up and shutting all the lights down, clocking out and making his way to where she was, “Alright, all set.”

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        - Edgar Allan poe

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Virginia had work in a couple of hours but felt herself needing to go to one of her happy places to kill time. Her daughter was sleeping over at a neighbors house for the night as it was their daughters birthday. She had been so excited about it and left the house a little earlier just so she could help her friend set it up. Although she selfishly wanted Olivia to stick around and visit with her for a little while she didn’t want to take that joy from her. So she went ahead and let her go which led to her leaving the house a little early for work as it would have been a waste to try to sleep. She stopped for a bite to eat at Varsity’s before she headed to record exchange to see if they had anything new in stock. Sometimes she just found herself going there not even expecting to buy anything, just for fun. Of course it was great if she found anything but touching the records and browsing through them gave her such joy.

She knew it was about closing time as she entered the familiar place but that wasn’t going to stop her from looking for a bit. As she made her way through she smiled at other customers as she walked past them and to her favorite area of the store. She had a thing for eighties music which meant 9 times out of ten if she found something to buy it was in that section. While she looked through she came across quite a few records she already owned and reminisced about why she loved them. Some reminded her of a life before Olivia which was strange to think about now while others reminded her of who she was in that moment. She had listened to many of them after her ex left her and many more when she tried to distract herself. It was something about music that could bring out any emotion in you and release anger, pain and sadness you didn’t know you held on to. While still lost in her thoughts she heard the front door to the store shut which startled her a little. 

Next thing she knew someone had bumped into her which seemed to have scared them as much as it did her. She looked up to see Zane which made her breathe a sigh of relief before he even spoke. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention glad you don’t mind if I linger, I’m just passing time before work.” She told him as she smiled. She knew him from working at Red Feather Lounge, they weren’t close by any means but she liked talking to him. Though he usually seemed to feel quite the opposite way it didn’t stop her from trying. “Are you working tonight?” She asked a moment later.

In all honesty, he really didn’t mind Virginia all that much, despite his responses around her. They worked together and she was always nice to him, he even slipped her drinks from time to time if she needed one after a long shift at the lounge. He didn’t know too much about her though, beyond the fact she has a child and seems to do whatever it takes to take care of that child, and Zane understands that. He does the same for his mother, even if she insists he doesn’t have to, he feels like he does. Zane’s all she has left, the last memory of his father, they looked a lot alike and he knows that staying around makes her feel like he’s still here. Family is important, and that was something he knew resonated with the blonde in front of him. “It’s fine, really. Long as you aren’t trying to rob the place, and if you did, I know where you work after all.” He offered a small joke and an even smaller smile in her direction, fixing some of the disorganized records as he continued going through his motions. 

His brow raised though as he glanced over to her again, nodding slowly with a sigh slipping past his lips, “Yep, apparently someone called out so...it’s your lucky night.” Pausing, he remembered his car was in the shop and pursed his lips together. Asking for help wasn’t something he did, Zane was pretty independent and kept to himself, but maybe if he asked casually it wouldn’t seem like he was asking to begin with. “You know if you’re working too...we should just carpool. Unless you want to ride on the handlebars of my bike, my car is in the shop for the next few days.” He admitted a bit sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as he finished cleaning up the back aisle, “Drinks on me tonight if you help me out here.” As if the drinks weren’t always on him if she needed him to get her one, but that was beside the point.

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Helena had a bad habit of letting long days stretch into even longer nights. Shifts at the record store or the tattoo shop (both, on particularly gruesome days) tended to conclude with after hours at a bar. Maybe it was that ever-growing restlessness inside Helena that kept her from returning home at any semblance of a decent hour — or maybe it was just that she had never known how to handle free time. Free time that, a lot of nights, could be better spent asleep. Helena was a closer, almost always lingering until last call. Tonight, Black Heart had held her late. It was rare that she got a client to herself without another artist hovering over her shoulder — she should’ve figured there was a catch. The catch was, as it turned out, one of the shop’s more notorious clientele. The woman changed her mind no less than a dozen times at varying steps in the process, and by the end of it, Helena needed a drink. She glanced at the clock, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw she would be able to get in a good half hour at the Red Feather if she left the moment the shop’s doors locked. Even then, she made it through the door with just enough time to order one drink, and feel like a dick for it if she didn’t overtip. 

A shot and a beer had always been Helena’s standard ‘I know we don’t have time’ order, and she intending to be quick with it. What she missed as she tipped back the bottle, though, was Zane shepherding out the Lounge’s customers. By he time she returned it to the bar top, she looked around to see that she was more or less, alone. She heaved a sigh, drumming against the bar’s surface as she waited for him to return. When he didn’t, Helena unsurprisingly took matters into her own hands. Her search lasted less than a minute as she fully careened into another person rounding the corner. “Fuck,” she muttered, instinctively reaching up to steady herself against the force. She let out a surprised laugh. “Scared you? I’m not the one prowling around in the dark.” She said — even though she absolutely was. As Zane came into sharper clarity, a wry grin curved her lips. Raising a brow, she clicked her tongue. “Long night? A little after hours special?” She teased, nudging his shoulder before nodding toward the bar. “That mean you can’t have a drink with me? It’s been a shit day and the only thing I have at my place is Milwaukee’s Best. It’s like licking an engine block, and I’m not that desperate. I’ll help you close down or whatever.” She almost pleaded, shifting from her heels to her toes and offering him a half-hopeful grin.

When the body he’d collided into was that of Helena Rhodes, he sort of felt himself relax a bit, mostly because he didn’t really mind her company. She was brash and a bit in your face, but he could handle that, given the clientele that strolled into Red Feather lounge, his mentality was pretty much always prepared for the worst. Arms coming to cross over his chest, he let out a slow laugh, shaking his head, “I should’ve expected that you were the one left in here...isn’t it past your bedtime?” He joked, holding the fact that he was two years her senior over her head before making his way back towards the bar while she spoke, glancing over her shoulder as he shook his head, “Well, given the fact that I work here, I think it allows me full lurking in the dark privileges. You on the other hand....?” Zane explained easily, rinsing the last of the dirty glass as he chuckles under his breath at her questions shot like bullets in his direction, “Wish that was the case but no, gotta do inventory tonight and then ride my bike home...cars in the shop right now.” It was the truth and he gave her an easy shrug before tucking the now clean glasses under the bar top.

“Ah, I see, you’re just using me for drinks. I’m hurt, Rhodes, really hurt.” It was a joke, and by now, he knew what she drank so he poured her poison and slid it across the counter, “But, I’m taking you up on helping.” Zane pointed out, pouring himself a tall drink as well before lightly tapping his glass to hers in a cheers and taking a long swig. “If you could start counting the bottles on the back row, that’ll be enough to pay your debts of staying past close.”

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ZANE CARTER || 25 || BOISE BENCH RESIDENT

just a quick little bullet point breakdown on this kiddos basics, read more below if you want the cliff notes of his bio.

zane’s originally from vancouver, canada and moved out here when he was seven due to his father being transferred in his job, fairly decent life growing up living in the north side.

when he was sixteen, his father passed away from pancreatic cancer, and zane and his mother had to move to boise bench due to financial reasons, him and his mother are very close.

he fell in love with music in elementary school, before his father passed he took him to local shows and bought him a guitar. zane is very talented when it comes to being a musician, and secretly that’s what he really wants to be doing, but he stays in boise in take care of his mother and because he knows realistically it’s a 1 in a million shot. he doesnt want any more disappointments.

currently, he’s the one of the managers at record exchange, feeding his love for music the only way he really can. he’s worked there for almost 6 years now, sometimes after they close he guest bartends at red feather lounge, which he’s been doing for four years. 

when you first meet zane, he seems a little intimidating and cold, but he doesn’t mean to be. once you get to know him, he has a huge heart and is loyal as they come, there’s just a pretty thick wall in front of him due to the lingering fear of losing the one’s he loves.

outside of manging record exchange and bartending, he does guitar lessons in his downtime, teaching younger kids and really anyone else who wants to know how to play. 

he’s bi-sexual, so, ya know.....that’s cool or whatever, but he doesn’t talk about it too much because he doesn’t think it’s really anyone’s business.

~~~~ fun facts ~~~~~

height: 6′0

temperament: phlegmatic

zodiac sign: he’s a libra, babyyyyy.

moral alignment: neutral good 

has four tattoos and his ears pierced.

MBTI: INTP-A, logician.

wanted connections:

zane has been in boise for 17 years so i imagine him to know quite a view people and have a few connections here and there. here are some i think would be great starting points

first friend zane made when he moved here:

exes:

high school friends:

college friends:

enemies:

co-workers:

smoking buddies:

concert buddies/music buddies:

hookups/fwb/one night stands:

anything else you can think of, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me <3

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closing time ( downtown boise/record exchange ) || open to all 

At this point in his life, Zane knew this store like the back of his hand, seemingly just going through the motions as he walked the isles with a zoned off look in his eyes. It was a quiet night, middle of the week, and there were only a few people finishing up their purchases at the registers. Things had been pretty routine lately, after closing up tonight he planned on stopping by Red Feather Lounge to help out with bartending for a few hours. It seemed like the bills he had to help pay never disappeared, no matter how many hours he clocked, they just never went away. But that didn’t stop him from grinding every single day he could until things got better for his mother until the debts of his late father were paid, it was the least he could do. So these long shifts were just a part of his life now, walking through it without much fervor as he glanced at the clock on the wall. “Thank God.” He muttered under his breath, seeing that it was finally time to close, although he had to work for four more hours after this but...that was beside the point.

As soon as the last people by the register completed their purchases, he offered them a quick smile before thanking them, opening the door for them, and then promptly shutting it behind them to lock up. It was a swift turn of the keys in the doors, humming under his breath to whatever track the front clerk had chosen for the night as he turned to make his way towards the back isles to make sure things were in order. As he sharply turned the corner, however, he came into contact with someone and steadied himself, “Shit, you scared me.” Zane breathed out through a small, short laugh, ring clad fingers pushing his hair out of his face. “I thought I was the only one back here. Uh, it’s closing time.” It wasn’t rude coming off his tongue, it was a reminder as he raised a brow with a shrug, “I don’t really care if you linger around or whatever, just as long as you’re out the door when I am. Got a long night ahead of me.”

And that was the bitter truth he just had to remind himself of, every night was long, and every day was even longer. Next chance he had, he’s giving himself a break, he just had to find the time for it.

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STATISTICS;

First & Last: Zane Carter

D.O.B: September 25th, 1971 | (25)

Gender//Pronouns: Cis, Male | He/Him

Originally From: Vancouver, Canada

Moved To Boise: 1978 (7 years old)

Current Residence: Boise Bench

Occupation: Manager at Record Exchange | Guest Bartender at Red Feather Lounge

ZANE’S STORY;

tw: death; cancer 

All his life, Zane has had a drive to him, one the propelled him to be something great; to be someone great. Born in Vancouver, he had a great childhood…a loving mother and father, a nice home, space to expand his imagination and creativity. His neighborhood was nice, each home was partnered with a white picket fence and a large lawn, each season almost picturesque. He still remembers that day he came home from school when he was seven years old, something in the air had shifted, there was a quietness that lingered in the air whenever he dropped his book bag at the door. His father got a new job, they had to move to the states, Idaho to be exact. It was a huge surprise to a seven year old who grew up in a town he loved, Zane had his group of friends and now he was rendered powerless to any decision because the deal had been made. He was moving whether he liked it or not, and a part of him started to resent his father that day. 

Moving into a town like Boise, Idaho was a bit of a shift in his usual day-to-day back in Canada. It wasn’t the worst place to be, but it was certainly different vibe than he was used to. It took some adjusting, which set him back in school, playing catch up it seemed with every passing grade. But somewhere amongst being on the outside looking in, he found a love for music, he escaped in it. In middle school, on the nights when his parents were downstairs arguing, he found himself holed up in his room with his headphones on, 8track playing loud rock electronic to drown it all out. On good days, his father would take him to local shows, put him in guitar lessons, when he was entering high school his father even bought him his very first guitar of his own. But the reason he bought it was to soften the blow; he was sick, very sick, and the arguments that Zane had been drowning out all these years was actually from his parents arguing over treatments and finances. 

To say his high school years were rough was an understatement, chemo wasn’t exactly cheap, and it wasn’t exactly working either. His father ended up passing away when Zane turned sixteen, and the medical bills had piled up to the ceiling. With his him and his mother, they moved from the North Side to Boise Bench to help cut corners on lease payments. Another adjustment, another obstacle. One thing that would never change, however, was his love for music. It only grew more and more as he found himself getting lost in it, it was all he did, all he could focus on without feeling hollow. Zane graduated in the lower percentile of his class, but he graduated nonetheless, and started attending Boise State University. His mother was pulling long shifts at station where she worked as a dispatcher, but it wasn’t enough to pay the bills, so he picked up a job at Record Exchange. It gave him a safe haven, and also helped his mother out, which would’ve been great if it didn’t eat into the free time needed to study for his exams.  

 It wasn’t easy, but Zane was nothing if not determined, he didn’t want to let his mother down. Odd jobs bartending to make extra cash, studying on his lunch breaks, he made it work. Was he a model student? No, not by a long shot, falling asleep in lectures and scraping by on his grades. But he did it, he got his degree in business, maybe his professors felt sorry for him but at the end of the day the degree was in his hand. After graduation in 1993, he was still a little lost, what exactly was he supposed to do with a business degree? Zane couldn’t see himself working in some office, dying away in a cubicle, not when that only thing that made him feel alive was when there was a guitar in his hand. So he kept his job at the Record Exchange, getting promoted to Manager since he’d been there for so long, and he’s even begun teaching lessons for guitar on the side. The passion for music in him will never fade, coming alive when he goes to shows, forgetting the pain when he’s strumming strings…his real dream is to play music for a living but it’s a long shot. So he keeps it in his life now in the only way he knows how, working at Record Exchange.

PERSONALITY;

+ Creative, Hardworking, Selfless. -  Aloof, Indecisive, Moody

♥  This character is portrayed by AVAN JOGIA and penned by H.

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ZANE AHMED CARTER: AESTHETIC 001

25 years old, libra, musician, momma’s boy.