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It was after hours on a slow day at the shop, and Bailey was busying himself with replacing the tires of a Honda Accord that unfortunately had a driver with little to no sense about how some cars should be kept on paved roads.  He sighed to himself, twisting the lug wrench over, and over again on each bolt until moving to pull the tire off, rolling it to the side and replacing it with the new one. He had wanted to leave early to surprise Dotty, but Mason decided that taking her on a road trip with him and his wife and two girls was a better idea, so Bailey was alone for the night. Typically, he’d spend it with Sonny but apparently his best friend had prior plans, something that was a bit shocking to him, but he didn’t bother to argue. So working on the cars that remained in the shop was all he had to do, and at least it would cut back on the tedious work for the other employees tomorrow allowing them to get to newer clients. 

As Bailey finished replacing the back tire of the car he was working on, he noticed someone walking by the open garage door of the shop, peeking his interest when he spotted the blue hair tied up into a messy bun. Alyssa, he figured she would’ve been getting off soon, but to see her walking on her own this late at night was odd, and he couldn’t help it when he set his tools down, and hurried out the garage, wiping his grease stained hands onto his jeans, “Hey blue!” He called after her, smiling a bit when she turned to look over her shoulder, allowing him to catch up to her when she stopped, “What are you doing? It’s nearly midnight.”  @electricks

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┋ *.: ☾ —   TALLULAH.

‘ why do you fellas act like gettin’ naked is the scariest thing that could happen? ’ for lou the local exhibitionist, nudity is second nature— there’s no a shred of shame as she slinks out of her clothing and prances towards the edge of the water, offering the boy a glance over her shoulder. ‘ now are you gonna be brave enough to join me, bud? ’

A smirk found it’s way onto Bailey’s lips at her words, letting out a soft little laugh as he followed her towards the water. He was more than brave enough, he just didn’t think Lou would actually strip down to next to nothing, and he can’t help but admire her a little, just for a moment, before looking back at her face when she glanced back at him. “I mean if I have to,” He sighed heavily, his tone playful as he reached behind him to tug his shirt over his head, moving to get his belt undone, “If I get hepatitis because of this water though you’re playing the medical bills.”

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┋ *.: ☾ —   TALLULAH.

the air is THICK and lou’s honeyed skin feels sticky, stifling—- despite the chestnut tousles she’s pulled into a messy bun atop her head, stray wisps frame rosy cheeks. springtime is a myth around here - it’s straight to summer, mucky and undesirable. ‘ i can’t take it anymore, ’ she huffs, casting a sharp glance at the figure beside her. ‘ i’m skinny-dippin’ in the lake - you joinin’? ’

At Lou’s words, Bailey raised his brows, a smile spreading across his lips and a laugh falling from them, “You’re gonna skinny dip huh?” He teased, not believing it, “I feel like this is one of those times that someone says they are, and then when the other person gets naked they steal all their clothes and run off leaving them to walk home with a leaf covering their junk.” It almost sounded like it was a personal story, and that’s because it was. A prank he pulled on his older brother, something that got his ass kicked when Mason finally returned home with dirty feet and gas station clothes, “You get it first and we’ll see where it goes from there.”

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┋ *.: ☾ —  BRADLEY.

“I feel like I swallowed a fucking star last night,” Bradley grumbled, melodramatically withering down onto the park bench like an eighty-nine year old pensioner that couldn’t find their cane. “My throat’s more shredded than Hulk Hogan on steroids or someth–… Shit,” she huffed out, lazily patting down her pockets before slumping again and tossing a casual glance sideways. “Got a light?”

Bailey hadn’t really gotten to know Alyssa’s roommates, considering he only hung out with the blue haired beauty a few times, but he knew the girl currently speaking to what seemed more like herself than anyone else was one of them, Bradley. “Cigarettes will certainly help with that,” He told her, flicking the end of the one he had been smoking, and sliding his hand into his pocket to pull out his lighter, holding it out to the other girl, “Maybe you did swallow a star though, ive heard a few stories from a few people about UFO sightings, maybe you were abducted.”

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There was a constant tiredness in the boy's eyes, something that no amount of sleep or caffeine could wash away. Bailey found his days muddling together at times, wake up, work out, shower, get ready, go to work, pick up Dotty from Masons, drop her back off and then home to eat and sleep, then repeat. It was routine, the only time he mixed it up was the few weekends that he went to some of the parties his old friends in high school threw, where he’d let lose get drunk and go home with some random girl just to kick her out in the morning. Sadly he preferred this life more than he preferred his previous one, living under his father’s roof and tyranny, posing as the perfect student and all-star athlete at school. Working brought him solace, and being with his baby sister reminded him that not everything in their world was tainted, at least not yet.

The broad blonde sighed when he finished the work he was currently doing, fixing the carburetor in the old truck one of his clients brought in. The older man always had the same problem, and even when Bailey told him it was time to retire the beat-up truck he kept bringing it in, and Bailey, of course, continued to do all he could to get it in working condition again. He closed the hood, wiping his grease stained hands onto his jeans as he walked towards the office of the shop, giving a look towards Harleen when he spotted her texting away instead of helping the customer that was sat in the office, one he recognized. Matteo. The other boy was a friend of his in high school, or well… he used to be a friend until his father died and Matteo’s sister died, the two drifted apart during the time. “Sorry that the receptionist is useless,” He said, tone light and offering the other a smile, “You here to make an appointment or do you already have one?” @dcrkandtwisty

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 ┋ *.: ☾ —  INTRODUCTION.

hello all again, this is mon and this is my second character bailey! he’s a muse ive had for awhile but this is my first time using him in an actual group so im super excited! if you’d like to plot just like before hmu or like this and i’ll message you!

okay so my son bailey is the middle child of a family of five, he has an older brother named mason, who was the star quarterback, and for awhile everyone thought bailey would be following in his footsteps, and he was. he was a star player all throughout high school up until the very end of junior year when his mom’s mental health started to worsen. the family always knew she was sick, she would spend days in bed, or she would spend nights awake cooking batches of cookies until her fingers blistered, there was no happy medium for her... and her husband, bailey’s father, didn’t help. the Mitchells auto shop is a well-known family business, and his father was pretty well known for sleeping with anything with two legs and for being a bit of a mean drunk.

bailey dealt with it though, the abuse his father had towards him if he stepped out of what he wanted, which was bailey to be just like mason, the star quarterback and valedictorian, and while bailey wasn’t happy with it, he still listened just to save his mother the heartache of watching her husband lay into her youngest son. everything was manageable, bailey could manage his father’s aggression, he could manage his mom’s mood swings, he could manage taking care of his younger sister dotty, he could manage to keep his anger in check even with every hurtful word, every hit, every time he saw his mother’s heart break because of his father’s actions… that is until the day he lost his father. it was a freak accident, his mother was sick she didn’t know what she was doing, that’s what everyone said, but what they didn’t know was that his mother wasn’t the one who killed him, the woman was just the one who found him, the one who got all the blame.

bailey doesn’t regret his father’s death, but he does regret letting the cops assume the ‘deranged’ and ‘senile’ woman was the true murderer, his mother was locked away in a padded room and bailey was left working for his older brother and raising his younger sister… he still visits his mother when he can, brings Dotty along to see her momma, he does all he can to try and help her feel like she’s still a person but he knows her light is dwindling.

But other than his secrets bailey can be a rather friendly individual, he enjoys a good time, and he still parties despite his responsibilities, he loves his little sister more than anything and often talks about her, he’s very honest and sarcastic, and he isn’t very sympathetic to others trivial problems.

Annnd that’s all I have for now until I have his bio put up!

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I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.

Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)

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