@murdcrofcrows Otis & Raven Otis's Apartment

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!"

"perfect, have i ever told you that you always know exactly what to say?" essie smiles, something people usually akin to that of a shark baring its teeth, but it's genuine in this moment. "you deserve a night off my lovely lady! so please, let us carry ourselves over in that direction." she coos this time, leaning back up and nodding in that direction already starting to walk backwards, beckoning the other along.

she genuinely enjoyed her time with pilar, tennessee always likes to collect beautiful powerful women in her pocket. "what's your poison for tonight ma'am?"

there was just the minor house keeping that needed to be done . file some paper work , make sure guest accounts were in order — the dumb , mundane shit that would make the normal person reek with boredom . but pilar found it oddly satisfying . . . seeing as though she spent a majority of her life overseeing brainwashed children & killing others for their offspring . no , no this pace was MUCH more her speed these days . looking up from the screen before her , pilar managed a smirk toward tennessee — shaking her head . " almost . lucky for you , i kept the bar open . "

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 .

"satan? that's so unoriginal of you vinny." essie cocks her head to the side, smile unwavering. she'd been called worse, and frankly satan was only mild. it was boring. "i came looking for you, can't exes check in every now and then?" though they both knew that wasn't happening, essie never checked in because she cared. and he never did the same. arms crossed over her chest she steps closer, giving a look around before turning her attention back to him, sucking on her teeth briefly before opening her mouth again. "first, you have to get your guys in order, they're an absolute nightmare to deal with, us poor civilians." she started though she knew it meant nothing. not that tennessee actually cared. "i got word that you're poking your nose around. did you miss me that much that you had to stalk my place of work?"

there was an audible groan that left the older mans mouth, almost involuntary, when he heard tennessee gant's voice. pain in his ass was an understatement at this point. "think i should be saying the same to you, what're you doing in a cop joint, satan?" they really ought to up the security at the door, just letting anyone in those days it seemed. "how would i know, you seem to find dirt where there isn't any - so why don't you come out and tell me about some minor inconvenience some beat cop gave you the other day so i can tell you it's not my department again." though if she knew some of the things he'd uncovered recently she would be knocking down his door every damn day. "good to see you, too, by the way."

Angela Sarafyan as Clementine Pennyfeather Westworld ⪼ 1.07: Trompe L’Oeil

*     ◟    :    〔   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

@gravefed selena & otis stoneage industries

otis is reclined back in the chair, ignoring the screen above him as he lazily works through the rubix cube. a relic of childhood they carry around to occupy their time when their bored. like now, when the day is full of waiting, of anticipation, a growing anxiety settled in the pit of their stomach. but they swallowed it, keeping it locked away as another presence entered. at this otis straightens, not wanting to be seen as lazy or slacking, smiling as it registered that it was selena. "hey." he nods, fingers still fiddling with the cube. "you ever solve one of these?" though he figured they had. "i'm trying to break my personal best." they chuckle, holding it out to them.

*     ◟    :    〔  derek luh   ,     demi-man    +   they/he    〕    otis gao ,      some say you’re a  twenty-nine  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both responsible and  foolish,  one can’t help but think of  got shocked  by  wednesday  when you walk by.    are you still a   blade runner  at  stoneage industries   even with your reputation as the achilles heel?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   dark circles under eyes, frayed hems on slightly too long pants, damp hair in the morning.    although we can’t help but think of carl grimes (the walking dead), landry clarke (friday night lights), joseph cooper (inerstellar).   whenever we see you down these rainy streets. ’

BASICS

NAME: otis carlson gao NICKNAMES: oti JOB: bladerunner, stoneage industries BIRTHDAY: march 10 ZODIAC: pisces sun SEXUALITY: pansexual  GENDER: demi-man, they/he RELIGION: none THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: responsible, trusting, empathetic, loyal THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: foolish, obedient, distraught ENNEAGRAM: 6w5 MYERS-BRIGGS: isfj AESTHETIC: dark circles under eyes, frayed hems on slightly too long pants, damp hair in the morning CHARACTER INSPO: carl grimes (the walking dead), landry clarke (friday night lights), joseph cooper (inerstellar) LIKES: DISLIKES:

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

twin sister (london thur)

flings

ex

sibling type relationship

someone who makes them question everything

someone who wants to manipulate him

current connections

dealer: bash owens

siblings type: rafferty o'shea, raven kowalski

nerds: silas clarke

enemy/grude: frankie levin

FAST FACTS

otis has been a blade runner for over six years now

he's very good at his job - yet there is something poking at him

curious, wanting stability but knows there can be more

has a strong moral code, but can be persuaded if you adhere to that code

protective instinct

shy and unassuming at first

secret drug addiction that few know about

frankie killed his aunt & uncle and has been holding a grudge against her for years now - he's not quite vengeful but he's almost there

more to come...

fitz tag dump

"like i said, wholesome and innocent. if we were better people." she teases with another nudge, eyebrows raising to urge him along. they listen intently, going so far to rest their head on his shoulder as the line moves and she takes in what he says. "breve? you're sooo fancy aren't ya." they continue on, now straightening up to glance at the menu. "breve and sherlock holmes, honestly sounds like a perfect combo. we'll add it to our menu list." she pretends to make note of it. the copy of emma is still tightly held under their arm and they shrug. "not sure if absolute favorite, but it's up there. i think it'd pair well with..." they pause, looking around. "a honey olive oil latte. a bit out there, but could be your sleeper favorite." not like it was her favorite, but it sounded nice. "so i assume you're getting a breve now? peppermint kind of day?"

"hmm?" silas looked up from the copy of the prince he'd read many times before. he nodded along with taylor's idea, making a thoughtful hum to the concept. "same kind of concept as el anhelo, then. except instead of human or replicant matching and drugs - it's drinks and books. not bad, i think it would sell." his mouth opened to offer his idea on the arcade and gaming bar but decided against it. went on to listen to her next question which was half a whopper. "my favorite drink has always been a breve, sometimes with a bit of peppermint mixed in because it wakes you up." now onto the hard part. his two fingers drummed on the table a while. "i don't know what my favorite now is, but as a young tot i was a big fan of animal farm but i also liked to read sherlock holmes to saint." he shrugged. the public library had always been a safe place for him and a wonder. probably the only government institution he'd ever been fond of. "that one yours?" he asked and nodded his head to the book under her arm.