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{ LORENZO ZURZOLO , CIS MALE , HE / HIM } way out here in the ozarks , i’d never expect to find PARKER MURPHY , the TWENTY year old PART TIME BARTENDER / STUDENT at the SILK AND SATIN / COMMUNITY COLLEGE . on the afternoon of september 4th , HE was WITH FRIENDS AT CRESCENT INK but i’m not sure i believe a word they say .

hm ... f - finally ? hi i’m bailey & i’m kind of a piece of garbage , but i mean well uwu . this is very bare minimum as much as it pains me , someone who writes like novels if not stopped , but i really wanted to get it out so sacrifices had to be made ( i .. say this as if i still didn’t go over 1k lmao anywsgdfhdhnf )

PINTEREST / primarily blood tw , minor smoking + food/drink tw . also , mentions of death , blood , very briefly food , smoking & underage drinking in intro !! nothing too descriptive , but still there

— ASSOCIATED AESTHETICS .

blood - stained teeth cracked wide in a mirthful grin as loud laughter rings out . fake id cards tucked neatly in a shoe box , ready to replace each other after confiscation . holding up cigarettes to angel statues . sneaking alcohol in between bible pages , in coke cans , anywhere . blood under your nails but you aren’t sure where it came from . nihilistic tendencies as a coping mechanism .

— ASSOCIATED TROPES .

it amused me . honor among thieves . cool people rebel against authority . clandestine chemistry . troubled , but cute .

— QUICK STORY .

prideful and stubborn , thinking yourself on top of the world for no good reason . from a young age , you believed that you could be untouchable if you put your mind to it . always the rambunctious boy on the playground , spinning tales to your classmates and creating schemes which landed you on the dreaded timeout wall , everyone either flocked to you or steered clear . understandable , you would think as you grew up . you were an acquired taste , and that’s something you took satisfaction in . your mom soon found scolding only spurred you on more ; negative attention is still attention , a terrible mindset to have , but what you adapted . tough love is evident in your posture , the way you speak , it’s what you know . what many thought to be a boyish phase didn’t change as you got older . if anything , it got worse . your schemes elevated , all for the risk . all eyes on you . it’s like a heightened middle child syndrome , some could say . you aren’t sure if you can disagree or not , but you would sooner bite your tongue and swallow the blood than admit it . the more phone calls to your mom , the more frustrated with you she became . understandable , you think again . however , you didn’t stop . like always , it grew with you ; a scab you couldn’t quit picking , an aching tooth you kept prodding with your tongue , bruises you kept pressing fingers against in order to see if they still hurt . you never learned . not how they wanted you to , at least .

on your thirteenth birthday you got a chemistry set — your mom wasn’t sure if it was worth it at first , knowing you spent more school hours in suspension than in a classroom , yet the way your eyes lit up told her it was the best purchase she made . little did she know you would catch small fires from mixing things together , because you were bored or because you wanted to see what would happen , even if you had an idea of the possible destruction . but , despite all the clashing , your mom loved you . you know she did or else she wouldn’t have dealt with you like this . only a mother’s love could adore such a nightmare like you . as a teenager , you gained a more notorious reputation . in and out of the local police station , mostly for juvenile crimes , but constantly skating on thin ice . we all die one day , you would say with a laugh , let’s have interesting stories for when we’re six feet under . despite your failings , purposeful or not , you maintained well enough grades in school ; specifically in sciences . chemistry really was the love of your life , next to unbridled mischief of course .

taking a break year after high school graduation , you found a job as a bartender at the local strip club . it wasn’t what you wanted to do for the rest of your life , though it was good to pass time . you eventually enrolled in the community college for chemistry , but it still left you feeling restless and unfulfilled , wanting more than this small town life . maybe you paid too much attention to the legacy your grandfather left ( perhaps another bad mentality of yours ) , or simply you were reading too many comics and watching too many crime films . but the wild idea of pharmaceutical chemistry for an , admittedly , less than savory gain had worked its way into your head a few times . no one knows �� exactly what you get up to when you shut them out to mess around with chemicals , however would anyone be surprised if you went completely off the rails ? the answer came sooner than you expected , just not in the way any imagined .

you had an argument with your mom again . you slammed your bedroom door like a child , causing your out - grown signs to rattle at the impact , angry and hurt by the stinging words thrown back at you … yet again too prideful and stubborn to say it . she loves you , you reminded yourself . she wants what’s best for you . and the bullshit you kept pulling ? not it . if she wasn’t so well liked , you were almost certain you’d been kicked from college before finishing . you didn’t mean it , you didn’t mean what you said — you never do , do you ? words come out hot and hastily before your brain can stop them . sometimes you can blame the booze you stole , most times you can’t . when she turned up , dead , you felt sick and violently so . your nihilism turned itself up in order to protect you . we all die one day , your own words echo back in your head . it’s maddening , and you just have to cope .

how do you cope ? you aren’t sure .

— QUICK FACTS / HEADCANONS .

place of birth : veritas , missouri date of birth : august 8th , 1957 astrology : leo sun , sagittarius moon , gemini rising , aries midheaven

positives : confident , innovative , steadfast , fun - loving negatives : impish , discontented , boisterous , intense

mbti : entp enneagram : type 8

romantic orientation : demi - biromantic sexual orientation : bisexual

dog person !! would absolutely get tackled by a police dog and be like omg what’s their name

has an eyebrow scar cause that’s cool , right ?

favorite flavor combo is cherry & vanilla , but mint & chocolate is close

honestly that one kid in class who makes the teacher go “ i’ll wait ”

a nightmare luv … but he’s trying to keep his vibe … acts like he doesn’t care , actually cares a lot

uhhh i project this onto so many of my characters , i’ll admit it . but like , he has gotten a nosebleed after stepping into church before jdfhbjdhnf

big “ god has a lot to answer for ” energy