vulcan ellis

When: September  29, 2020

Who: @eeveecrmchl

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Injury, Self Destruction

“look,” willow leveled with him. “life sucks right now and i just thought that, like me, you might want a little distraction. trust me, this place is waaaaay cooler after dark when no one else is around.” willow really couldn’t believe that this was such a hard sell. “if i knew you were gonna go all mr. safety on me i would have asked someone else.” she hadn’t liked vulcan originally. anyone who broke eevee’s heart was no friend of hers. but the way she was talking about him leading up to the day of the accident… willow knew he had a special place in eevee’s heart. maybe spending some time together would help keep their memories of eevee alive in their minds.

Vulcan could see where Willow was coming from. After Eevee’s accident, he hasn’t really thought of anything else. He’s been working hard, putting a lot of effort that could help the other gain even just a little bit of memory back, he didn’t care if it’s not a memory of him, what’s important is for the musician to remember the important people in her life. “I’m not going all Mr. Safety on you.” In fact, the mechanic’s been through a lot of troubles lately. But he was just looking after the other. “This better be worth it, Willow.” He says as he lets the woman lead him to wherever their destination is.

“honestly it’s not even that big a deal,” willow said, unzipping her back pack and pulling out her flashlight. “i did it all the time and i never got caught. we’ve made it this far, come on! don’t be fucking lame.” the car was still running and willow was waiting expectantly in the passenger seat. it was well after dark and they were idling outside of adventureland, the theme park owned by the massive entertainment conglomerate willow’s dad was the much too proud chairman and ceo of. the fact that she’d managed to find someone to get her this far was some kind of miracle, but willow could be very persuasive.

“I’m not being fuckin’ lame, I’m just tryna make sure we’re safe and not gonna be in trouble.” Vulcan groaned, shaking his head at Willow as they were parked at this place, Adventureland. When she showed up at his place an hour ago with this idea, he couldn’t even say no. Besides, he needed something to distract him from just staying at home and wallowing in self-pity. “What’s this little plan of yours, anyway? And why does it need me to be part of it?”

he  was  strolling  around  kingsboro , minding  his  own  business  entirely , smoking  a  joint  as  a  gondola  ride  in  paris  by  the  messenger  blasted  through  his  air  pods . as  he  takes  another  hit , he  notices  his  joint , which  is  basically  a  pretty  small  roach  right  now , is  off . he  sighs , grabs  the  lighter  he  has  hanging  on  his  neck  as  a  necklace  and  attempts  to  light  it  again , but  he’s  a  moron  and  ends  up  lighting  his  finger  by  accident , causing  him  to  wince  in  pain  and  drop  the  roach . it  happens  so  quickly  and  it  really  looks  like  something  out  of  a  movie . as  soon  as  the  roach  touches  the  plant  on  some  random  yard , the  entire  plant  lights  on  fire . cam  stands  there , stunned  as  the  plant  bursts  into  flames …. all  because  of  his  roach . “ are  you  fuckin’  serious ? ” he  let’s  out , staring  at  the  whole  thing  in  bewilderment . he  pulls  out  his  water  bottle  from  his  backpack  and  pours  it  on  the  plant , which  stops  the  fire , but  the  plant  is  destroyed . he  checks  the  window  from  the  house  to  see  if  anyone  is  looking , and  luckily , no  one  is  there , but  unlike  other  days , cam  actually  feels  bad  about  what  he  did . he  doesn’t  know  who  owns  this  house , but  he  wasn’t  trying  to  sabotage  their  yard  on  purpose . it’s  something  he  would  never  do , and  he’s  not  sure  why  he  does  it  instead  of  running , but  he  gets  into  his  grandfather’s  car  and  visits  seven  different  plant  stores . none  of  them  have  the  exact  plant  he  burned , but  he  buys  one  of  every  other  kind . he  comes  back , his  car  filled  with  plants , before  he  lets  out  a  sigh  and  knocks  on  the  door , not  knowing  why  the  fuck  he’s  even  doing  this . when  it  swings  open , he  smiles  awkwardly . “ hey , super  funny  story ! so  like , your  plant  just …. combusted  into  flames , ” cam  lies , nodding  his  head  before  the  truth  comes  out , “ okay , so  i  accidentally  set  that  bitch  on  fire , but  i  swear , it  was  an  accident ! i  went  to  like  seven  different  plant  stores , but  none  of  them  have  your  stupid  fuckin’  plant , ” after  you  burned  down  their  plant , cam , really ? jesus . he  notices  that  came  out  harsher  than  intended , but  that’s  just  how  he  is . “ i  really  tried  to  find  it , but  that  shit’s  gone  as  fuck . i  bought  every  other  plant  they  had  in  all  seven  stores  though , if  that  helps . i  swear , i  didn’t  do  it  on  purpose . ” why  did  he  care  so  much ? it  was  just  a  plant , after  all . “ all  the  plants  are  in  my  car …. you  wanna  come  see ? ”

It’s been....What? Days? Weeks maybe? Vulcan obviously lost the concept of time ever since Eevee’s accident and now...the love of his life cannot remember him. And there he thought death was worse after his stepfather and mother passed on years ago. But seeing her look at him like that? Like they were nothing, like he was nothing? That he was all just a stranger to her? It felt like his heart is sinking in this never-ending black hole. And here he is, just waiting for it to hit the very end and get splooshed (if that’s even a word) against the concrete. He’s been doing his best for the musician to remember at least a little memory they shared, even just something that would help her how significant he is in her life. But right now, the man was just lying on his back on the living room floor, staring up the ceiling as Chevie continued to cry for him. The mechanic hasn’t been that much out for days now, except whenever he gets to see Eevee. He was a mess, not talking to anyone, not even Laurel. Suddenly he heard someone stomping just outside his house. Instead of checking out who or what is was about, he just took another swig of his vodka and closes his eyes, shutting the world out while he just transports to some kind of dream, a memory. Something to tell Eevee about when he gets a chance to visit her again. Then it was interrupted by someone knocking on his door, how long has he been like this? Vulcan then gets up and grabs his shirt from the couch before walking up to the door. Once he’s opened it, the burned plant caught his attention first before the man in front of him. He doesn’t even know what kind of a plant that is, that was his mother’s interest. Well....there it was. But he wasn’t going to let the other know that his efforts to replace it is all nothing now. “I f-forgot what’s that even called either.” He said as he was rubbing his eyes. “Sure, man. We can go...see those plants you’ve got.

Eevee shivers slightly with the way the wind nips against the clothes that’s already sticking to her form. Inching her way inside the garage to take shelter from the rain, she takes his phone, grateful that the man didn’t just turn her away. She plans on calling Tee or Sam, or fuck, if it’s really that bad, then Chance, but staring at the screen, she’s come to realize that she doesn’t have any of their numbers memorized. Nice going, Evelyn. She’s about to just call for triple A and take her chances with the weather when his offer has her casting a surprised look his way. “You know your way around a car,” she asks like the place around her isn’t set up as a repair shop. There’s just no fucking way; she’s never this lucky. “Holy shit, could you, please?”

Vulcan continued on working around the repair shop, but also kept an eye on the woman as it seems like she was contemplating on who to call. He picks up on the tools scattered around the floor and puts them in the box before setting it aside as he waited for her to make the call. Offering to help her with her car was something he couldn’t resist because of the fact that staying later at the Southside might not be a good idea for her. From how her car’s died down on the side of the road, he had a feeling it could be just a minor fix. “I do--uh, it’s kind of my job.” He says with a shy grin, scratching the back of his head. “Of course. Can I borrow your keys so I can bring the car in? Might not be a great idea to work in the rain.”

When: September 16, 2020

Who: @eeveecrmchl

Trigger Warnings: Car Accident, Death Mention

closed: @ellisvulcan​ flashback: how they met simp edition

’Evelyn, Alessia was the perfect match for you. How in the hell did you manage to muck that up?’ Her father’s words ring against her ear, the migraine slowly building as she speeds – or as much as New York will allow her to – down towards South Kingsboro, on the hunt for something strong and fast acting. Hands grip the wheel to the point where her knuckles turn white, she barely registers the sputter of her engine until her car dies down to a stop. Eevee takes a deep breath, tries to calm herself before letting her head smack against the window. “Could this day get any fucking worse,” she mumbles and of course, the universe decides to answer. It starts with the sound of thunder and before she knows it, rain pours from the sky as if it has any business to be there. Her phone is out of battery and so she hops out of the vehicle in search of someone that’s willing to help out some stranger who looks about ten seconds away from snapping. 

Thankfully she’s stopped in front of someone’s house – when did she even turn into a residential area? The person’s garage door is open and so she makes her way to it, already drenched. “Excuse me,” she calls out through the deafening noise of water against pavement. “Excuse me, Sir? Do you happen to have a phone I can use? My car broke down right in front of your place.”

It’s been a year since Vulcan started his own repair shop, months after his mother passed. He had the idea from his stepfather, since he was taught all about cars ever since he was ten or even younger. It hasn’t been easy for him, living alone, solely paying the bills, doing everything that he could to earn money, even taking night jobs just so he wouldn’t be delayed with everything. He had just finished up on a clients car and was just cleaning up the the garage when he heard a car die down just in front of his house, causing him to stop for a second and watch what was about to go down next. 

He was wiping his hands with his own tank top and hung it on his shoulder, seeing as the blonde walks her way through the rain to where he was standing. “I uh--yeah, yeah, I have.” He fishes the phone out of his pockets and handed it to her. “I can take a look on your car? If that’s alright?”

Who could have possibly been knocking on his door at 2am? He sighed, thankful that the dog wasn’t barking up a storm which would have woken up Felicity and Laurel. He tried to slip out of bed and quietly as possible so as to not wake up his wife. He hopped into a pair of sweatpants and slowly made his way to the door. “Jesus Christ, Vulcan.” He sighed as he opened the door to a bloodied and bruised Vulcan Ellis. This wasn’t much of a surprise, but the sight still hurt Finn to his core. “Get in here. Sit at the kitchen table. Quietly.” He said, with disappointment in his voice as he went to grab the first aid kit.

@ellisvulcan​

Vulcan had been pretty much in a rough fight tonight, and he almost lost, not until his adrenaline kicked in which helped him win. He didn’t realize how exhausted he actually was until he got to the door of the Thatchers. Laurel and Finn have been his family ever since both of his parents passed, and he’s been spending a lot of nights there when he was forced to break up with Eevee. That very night was also the same night he found himself all beat up and knocking on their door for the first time, Laurel immediately coming to his aid. Now, it was Finn who’s found him, and he just couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes. Thank God it’s just him, he just cannot have his sister see him like this anymore. He follows the man inside and sits on the kitchen table as he was told to. “I have nowhere else to go....I’m sorry, Finn.”

@vulcanellis: She caught me complaining about PS4 not having Wangan Midnight to myself at the right moment. (PS. PS3 is still valid!) @eeveeichooseu