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Hero Fiennes Tiffin ╱ he/him — welcome to cedar point Pierce Brooks ! the twenty-eight year old known for being a tattoo artist. i heard they’ve been living here for two years in aura apartments and everyone says you’re determined and resentful. you’ll know it’s them because of their black clothes, the roar of a motorcycle and the smell of cigarettes and whiskey. enjoy your stay! oh , and stop blasting Joker by Dax every night , your neighbors have been complaining …

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The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon Craig

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ceydaxyilmaz

Ceyda would have usually kept her composure and remained professional, except she couldn’t once she laid eyes on who it was. “Hey. You yell at me of any of my staff members and I will send you home. I don’t care if you die in your sleep from a concussion.” The brunette shrugged her shoulders. To say they had history was an understatement considering Pierce was one of the only people to know about the affair. She didn’t like him considering he was gonna rat them out, looking back on it Ceyda wondered what would’ve happened if he did. “No wonder you got punched in the face, you opened your fat mouth didn’t you?” If Pierce thought she was a bitch then, she was much worse now. “Snitches get stitches.” @piercerbrooks

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He scoffs, "Oh, no, it's very clear that you don't give a shit about who lives or who dies." He snaps, then looking around the small area they both stood in, he throws his arms out. "How the hell did you even end up in some shit job like this?" It was rather ironic if he said so, himself. "Does your patients know that you're a cold-hearted bitch?" He arches a brow, "Or, am I just the lucky one?" His jaw tics at her remark, "I would say out of the both of us, I'm not the one with expertise on opening... things." He narrows his eyes at her, "In fact, I'd say I'm pretty fucking bad at it, since Ryder died thinking his girlfriend actually loved him and that she wasn't a whore." He had wanted to tell Ryder and he would've, but he ran out of time, and maybe deep down, it had been best like that. Rather a man die thinking life was good then not. "Now, those release papers? I believe you were signing off on them."

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pip-danvers

It was as if the doors of the slowly deteriorating diner somehow attracted ghosts of her past. "Godfuckingdammit." The words were muttered under her breath as she heard that all too familiar voice echo off the yellowing walls. Pierce Brooks started out as an all too common case; the well-to-do of Cedar Point apparently had a rite of passage that made them all come to the other side of the tracks to rebel. Pippa never minded; they usually made for good company and never objected to throwing cash at the problems the group would cause. But, somehow, both Pierce (mainly from the goodwill given to him by Ryder) had wormed his way into her hardened heart and became people she actually considered friends. He turned into one of those people who made the trauma-etched buildings of her hometown a little more bearable. Then Pierce had to go and take them both away. "Is there a fucking volume button on you? Like, damn, you're going to make my ears bleed." she called back, mindlessly continuing her closing routine.

Dark eyes fell down to the bottle, nose pinching as she watched him take what she had to assume was his umpteenth shot. The mention of their friend's post-mortem birthday made her stomach turn. Days had been melding together recently, the date just sort of snuck up on her. "Yeah, and wherever he is, he's probably telling you to 'slow down, asshole'." The sentiment was both a dig, yet an odd comfort. "And that's the same thing I'm going to fucking tell you."

A long sigh passed her lips. "Kitchen's closing up, Pierce." He somehow looked like a stranger and the same fucked up little rich kid she had known for years, all in one silhouette. Teeth dug into the inside of her lip before she spoke again. "Wanna ride home? Or to my place? 'Cause you can't stay here."

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Maybe. -- Heavy on the maybe. -- had Pierce not started drinking the moment he opened his eyes on this damned day, then he would have some sense to not be here right now. Unlikely, but no impossible. Although, realistically, inevitable. He never did handle the day his best friend was born or the anniversary of his death well. It just reminded him that he was here and Ryder was not. A sick joke of facts if you were to ask him. He cocked his brow, "Get louder you say?" He muses, "Sure. I can get louder!" His voice raises with each passing syllable. "I can be as loud as the fucking party!"

He brings the bottle back to his mouth and takes another swig of the harsh blown liquor. At least when he drank, he could believe for a split moment that the burn was destroying every piece of him on the way down. He drops his arm down to his side, his grip still firm around the bottle. "I'd say he got mad boring whenever he's at if he can't appreciate a round of shots on his day." He slurs, "You're not saying he got boring, are you? I'd hate to think that, wherever he's at, he's out there acting like some old ass man."

He rolls his eyes, "Can't get a sandwich or something? What kind of diner is this?" He asks, looking around the joint, "Who even closes this early?" Unbeknownst to him, however, it was nowhere near early. The day was just about over. He turns back to Pippa, "If you wanted me to come home with you, PIp, all you had to do was say so. I'm an easy man." Now, they both knew that was an absolute load of shit. "You going to tuck me in, Pip? Read me a bedtime story?"

#( interactions. )#( interactions: pippa danvers. )#grief tw #drinking tw #death tw

TO: @abelxlivingstone

LOCATION: Anywhere where coffee is on the menu.

The pounding in his head only continued to heighten. The meaningless chatter around him only seemed to make him want to hit someone. But as hes been told, violence wasn't the answer. Whoever said that was an idiot, but fine, whatever. Instead, he stares at the black hot coffee before him. It tasted like shit. No matter how you decked it up or didn't, it all still tasted like shit. But he found that coffee usually helped him with his hangovers, so he guess he could make the exception. He had plans to behave, he did. Just because he was miserable, didn't mean everyone else had to be. At least, not today. That was until the cheery, upbeat tone of Abel Livingstone crashed right into the side of his temple. He didn't catch what was being said, nor did he care. All that mattered was that it was his damn voice. Turning in that direction, "Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard, Livingstone." He grumbled, "Ever thought about just being mute. I'm sure it'll give you a refreshing challenge with the ladies."

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TO: @pip-danvers

LOCATION: Danver's Diner

"Pip-Pip- Pippa!" Pierce cheers the second his eyes fall upon her. Completely ignoring the fact that this was her place of work and that she was probably, in fact, working. All he cared about was that he'd find her and what better place to find someone then their place of work. It wasn't like he and Pippa were friends, at least, not anymore. That ended a long time ago, but when he thought about those who knew him before, who knew Ryder; she was one of the people at the top of the list. Well, one of the few he could actually stomach. Even if she blamed him for their friend's dead. At least he knew she gave a fuck about him. That was more then he could say about some. He pulls out a half drunk bottle of whiskey, twisting off the cap, he shots back a swig. "You want to take a shot for Ryder?" He asks, completely faded from the scene or even reality at this point, "Here's to his 28th birthday!" He cheers, before than chugging another shot of the whiskey. His glassy eyes search Pippa's face, "What's there good to eat here?" He asks a moment later, turning towards the counter.

#( interactions. )#( interactions: pippa danvers. )#death tw #alcohol tw #drinking tw #drunk tw #/i hope this is okay!#if not please let me know!

TO: @ceydaxyilmaz

LOCATION: The ER

"I said I was fine!" Pierce shouts once again the second the curtain flies open, indicating that another medical professional had appeared. He had been waiting here for what felt like forever, all because he found himself in the middle of another bar fight. He had taken a hard hit to the head, but it was hardly the first, nor would it be the last. He felt fine, but for some reason, these assholes wouldn't let him leave just yet. He turns his head to see which prick had just entered, his sour mood only souring more when the familiar face set in. He rolls his eyes and turns away, "Well, isn't this just fucking great." He mumbled, "Listen, just sign the paper or whatever the hell you got to do so that I can get out of here."

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