Christopher Abbott And Margaret Qualley In SANCTUARY (2022), Directed By Zachary Wigon.

@yuungmenace taylor & donnie where: the gas station he works at

for the most part since her late teens, taylor had been able to keep track of their siblings. it was easy, wide doe eyes filled with tears as they asked their father for just a snippet of information. and once they got older, able to figure things out on her own, taylor wondered about her siblings. from what she knew they were stuck in similar cycles, cycles from their childhood. while taylor was flung out of pennsylvania and into new york. given everything she could ever want, and selfishly she wanted more. so when she figured out that both of their siblings made it to the city, they knew it was only a matter of time until she figured out a way to make contact. so today, she drove out to the gas station she learned her eldest sibling donovan was working at, parked and slid her way inside. with a quick glance and shy smile toward the cashier before meandering through the aisles.

@murdcrofcrows otis & rafe old world casino

never really one to gamble, and certainly not a talented poker or card player, otis never had much luck or fun in the casino. but there were few times they made exceptions of their usual avoidance of the place, and that was whenever rafe dragged them along. "you ever thought about sports betting?" it had been very popular once upon a time, "less strategy but bigger rewards right?" or something like that. they shrug, leaning back in the chair as they sip on the now warm beer.

it was something of 'staff bonding' though tennessee would prefer a higher class place, she knew it was important for morale or something like that to show up where her co-workers and subordinates were. so here she was, sitting in a bowling alley, listening intently (or at least pretending to) while the girl next to her droned on and on about whatever was plaguing her life. essie wanted to shake her and say wake the fuck up, but that felt unprofessional, so instead she nodded along.

that was until suddenly their was a buzzing and she looked just as a bowling ball came soaring by, landing between her and the other. the girl shrieked and essie made no move as she looked up to see the culprit behind the ball come rushing forward. "did you just through that...anita right?" she pointed to the ball and then back to her. "you know it's supposed to go that way right?" she points to the lane in front of them. and though she's playing it cool - it's honestly the best excuse to get out of that boring conversation. so she pushes away from the girl without a word and toward anita. "i'm not expert bowler, but i can give you a pointer or two if you'd like."

open starter — any muse !

location : some random ass bowling alley

blend   in   ,   blend   in   ,   blend   in   —   that's   the   task   here   !   &   when   your   co   -   workers   ask   you   to   come   out   for   a   drink   ,   as   the   new   girl   ,   you   say   YES   .   .   .   nevermind   if   you   short   circuit   while   staring   into   oblivion   as   they   ask  you if you have any plans  .   .   .   it's   all   apart   of   the   charade   .   it's   what   weasels   do   best   right   ?   W   E   A   S   E   L   into   any & all situations . gain their trust . . . or whatever you call it . never bowled before , never even held the ball — but she's observant enough to understand ; to pick up what the others are doing with little effort . until it's her turn . okay . . . don't panic , you got this . is this how the fingers go ? okay , feels good . . . now knock down the pins . cranking her arm back , anita looks straight at the bowling pins ahead ; only to let it go . . . but it wasn't going where she anticipated . every single eye watched as the fifteen pound bowling ball flew threw the air . mouths slightly ajar , irises following where it was going to land . it was all in slow motion but it missed whoever it was going to hit by a H A I R — caving in the surface that it connected with instead . " HOLY . . . SHIT ! i . am . such a CLUTZ — i'm so sorry ! " first & last time bowling .

@murdcrofcrows otis & raven otis's apartment

part of them wondered if they should both head out, part ways for the evening. but then where would otis go? raven? maybe it seemed better to be here, at least here there were no expectations and they could both just...be. laid out on his couch, otis fiddles with the rubix cube that is always on his person. "raven." they state plainly, looking over at them, "are we boring if we stay in on a friday night? or does that make us better than everyone else?"

with ease she picks out a small bag of chips, a candy bar, a pack of twizzlers, moving to check out the options of slushies as the cashier, donovan, perks up. their fingers pull at the twizzlers and pull one out, taking a bite. "you've had three and you're alright? hm..." she cocks her head to glance at them before moving past.

for some reason a twinge of guilt and nerves flashes through her. he doesn't recognize her, would he? she's unsure if she would recognize him if she hadn't been keeping tabs recently. taylor could never just be normal either and give him a call or show up and introduce herself, no for some reason they always had to turn things into a game. maybe it was just the boredom of life. with a shrug they step up to where he is, placing their items on the counter and taking another bite of the twizzler in her mouth with a smile. "any other deals i should know about..." she pauses studying him, memories flashing back to childhood, ones hidden deep down that she never wanted to address. "donnie." this time the smile is innocent, begging almost, hoping he'll recognize it. that he'll smile and be thrilled by her presence. that's something they were always afraid of - showing up back in their siblings lives and being rejected.

he'd be lying if he said that it didn't eat at donovan how his sibling had turned out. a part of him, a secret part, had always laid awake and thought about how the others must be doing, having happier lives than him. raven had been smarter, taylor had been sweeter, the two deserved better than what they'd all collectively been given. donnie knew he was trash but...that didn't mean his siblings had to be as well.

he should've done more. tried harder. why did life shit on them, then continue to deteriorate further? life seemed to have set the kowalski's up only to immediately smite them down afterwards. only through sheer defiance and a constant need to survive was donovan here today, behind the counter of the gas station he worked at, smashing the different slushie options together in one overly-large cup to create something...different. boredom had struck, it seemed.

"hot dogs are 50% off," donnie calls out to whoever just walked in. "on account of them...well. they were sat defrosting in the room for a while. i've had 3 though and i'm still seeing straight so, it's not all bad!"

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𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘦?

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*     ◟    :    〔   lakeith stanfield  ,      cismale    +   he/him    〕      donald fitz ,      some say you’re a  thirty-one  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  resourceful  and  melodramatic,  one can’t help but think of  charcoal baby  by   blood orange  when you walk by.    are you still a    the sandman (chemist)  /   pharmacist   at    the terrors   /   manhattan general hospital,     even with your reputation as the sandman?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   mindlessly tapping your fingers against a wooden table,  low jazz music playing in the background, the librarian shushing you even when you weren't talking.  although we can’t help but think of morpheus (the sandman), bruce banner (marvel), toby ziegler (the west wing)   whenever we see you down these rainy streets.   

BASICS

NAME: donald christopher fitz NICKNAMES: fitz JOB: pharmacist at manhattan general hospital, chemist for the terrors BIRTHDAY: december 12 ZODIAC: sagittarius sun SEXUALITY: pansexual  GENDER: cismale, he/him RELIGION: none THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: resourceful, meticulous THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: melodramatic ENNEAGRAM: 6w5 MYERS-BRIGGS: istj AESTHETIC:   mindlessly tapping your fingers against a wooden table,  low jazz music playing in the background, the librarian shushing you even when you weren't talking. CHARACTER INSPO:  morpheus (the sandman), bruce banner (marvel), toby ziegler (the west wing) LIKES: DISLIKES:

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FAST FACTS

grew up in philly and moved to nyc for school

very nerdy

doesn't like to be disturbed when working

highly intelligent and was looking for opportunity to work on experiments without...legality

worked for anunnaki pharmaceuticals after graduating with his phd and then stoneage

left stoneage for the hospital to 'do more good' but it was more of a front and to get away from the watchful eyes

does try to use his job to keep and eye on things and do what's needed for the terrors, but also serves as repentance for his crimes

joined the terrors because of the freedom they could offer for his mind and experiments

doesn't care too much about the state of his soul - more worried about the legacy of his work

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Margaret Qualley as Rebecca Marin in Sanctuary (2022)

@murdcrofcrows taylor & silas the slow down cafe

"si," taylor begins with a soft sigh in her voice as she steps into line with him. "if i was a better person, i'd love to open a cafe where you match a coffee or tea with someone's favorite book." tucked under their arm is a worn edition of emma. "what would you say your favorite drink and book is? we'll start with your combo and build out from there." she teases with a small nudge, biting on her tongue. though it's obvious that this would be a life that would bore taylor to no end, it's fun to imagine what being good and wholesome could lead to from time to time.