raise a little hell

❀ *ﾟ andy biersack. cis man. he/him. bisexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that syd whitechapel ( nickname: azathoth )? i think that the twenty-eight year old from norfolk, nebraska works as drummer for vain rogues and the ghost orchestra and bartender at the twisted sisters pub & member of the bastards, but outside of that people describe them as the rush of adrenaline when doing something dangerous, leather jacket rested on broad shoulders, and knives sharp enough to leave deep cuts. i hear they are capricious & malicious, but they are also known to be observant & charming. consider giving them a visit at their home in the kingpin trailer park and get to know why they’re called the blood knight. 

Full name: Syd Whitechapel

Nicknames: Sydious, Azathoth (Bastards), The Prince of Chaos

Birthday: December 21st

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Bartender at the twisted sisters pub & drummer for vain rogues and the ghost orchestra

Neighborhood: Kingpin trailer park

Languages: English and Ukrainian

Traits: Moody, obsessive, violent, selfish, possessive, jealous, arrogant, intelligent, charming, dauntless, observant, adventurous, curious

𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎 secret that it requires quite a bit of misstep to upset the otherwise mild-mannered individual. Eve had always been a rather level-headed person, not remarkably prone to frustration. However, following their shift at the Boom Boom Room, the last bit of patience she contained had certainly begun to wither. Brown orbs examen the pizza place as the bell chimes overhead, clearly evaluating if waiting in the line of other disgruntled customers is even worth it. The craving for a pepperoni and sausage pie appears to win out as she steps into the line, watching the clock overhead as the hands begin to move. Thus begins the passage of time until now, when she hears the impatient echoing the sentiments of another nearby stranger. Eve has simply been standing quietly in line, twiddling their thumbs or however people subconsciously passed the time. It’s not like they could have brought a book in here. “O-Oh, I –” She begins, finally coming back down to earth. “I’ve been here like.. twenty minutes or something…” They pause, feeling a bit embarrassed by how distant they likely appeared. Regardless, Eve can’t deny that she shares the stranger’s sentiments in wanting to vacate the premises as quickly as possible, food in hand. Looking around the shop again, they look back to the new face with a gentle smile. “…Great minds think alike, right?”

It was clear from the moment he laid his eyes on her that this one was away with the fairies. There was a few seconds before the stranger replied but she eventually arrived at an answer he was expecting. Twenty minutes waiting for a fucking slice of pizza at this time of night was ridiculous. While Syd knew that not every normie was a daywalker, he would rather starve to death than be caught dead waiting for that damn long for food. “Seriously? Fucking small towns, man.” He scoffed in disbelief, brows furrowed. Did this broad not have food at home that she could cook instead? In his mind, if she fucked off then that meant he would reach the front much faster to actually order the pizza. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, Syd threw a glance at the clock that told him he was closer to breakfast than dinner at this point. What brought his attention back to her was her comment about great minds thinking alike, which almost made him snort. That he seriously doubted but kept it to himself since he wasn’t in the mood to hear her whine when he offended her. “I guess you could say that. Don’t remember the pizza being that good enough to form a crowd when I was a kid though,” Syd lightly chuckled at his own joke, flashing her a charming smile. “They get new owners or what?”

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“Cute, you think it’s for me. I’m not hungry.” The vocalist’s deadpan snarking was nothing new, and neither was a display of virulence among any of them — well, two of the band, anyway. ( Sera was… Sera, rarely emotionally perturbed, and Ellie was generally as peppy as they came — on the outside. When Ellie was himself, his baby brother was a light in darkness. ) While they were all some of the closest friendships he had ever founded and managed to maintain ( on account of interpersonal relationships and not fucking them up being a rather teetering seesaw of someone with the constant emotional flaying as he ), Cyrek had had some of the worst temper tantrums known to earth to truly bitch and moan. Thus, Syd’s didn’t totally perturb him. His neck craned side to side, sorting the cricks and brittle aches from a long day — taking over a shift for an unusually dogsick Stella was not his intended plan, nor was colliding with his coworker ( in multiple avenues, which only meant that like Stella, they probably knew too much about each other’s personal lives ) not an hour later, this time with Soomi in his arms. The older girls had already been dropped off at school, to his relief. Daddy, who’s fuckers? His near-five year old’s quip caused his lips to whirl, though he didn’t correct the language. “You should ask uncle Syd,” he answered, combing his fingers through the girl’s white hair. Her purple eyes were never focused when they stared at the drummer, fluttering here and there — everyone was well enough acquainted with his kids, ensemble and tour entourage alike.

Returning to the accosting query, he shrugged. “I dunno. I could wait forever on this diet.” The half-jest was passive, as no one was unhappier than he with the physical setback — but it did negate the sensation of eternal hunger. “At least until eight-bit gets cranky, too. I don’t think I can handle both of you.” Two truths, one lie? No, no, he was cemented that this was a truth — dealing with conflicts with the band was not his strong suit, as he was more of an instigator in fights from the day he was born and likely until the day that he died. Pacifism in a handful of tasks related to the Bastards was, to a degree, a hypocritical aspect. He eyed his drummer, firm jaw shifting when he clenched it in thought and a wonted sniffle undetected underneath the gab of the restless customers. “I could use the my brother works here cut in line card, but you’d have to hold this crotch gremlin. She’s got pica, and I swear if I take one more fuckin’ trip to Urgent Care for some overbilled doctor on insurance I don’t have to shove a magnet up her nose, I’ll bloody lose it. I don’t care if you take half of what I ordered, as long as you save some for Evie. Deal or no deal?”

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He didn’t give a single fuck who the pizza was for, Cyrek or his miniature clone. What Syd cared more about was feeding himself and would’ve gladly cut in front of them if it meant getting to the counter faster. The only reason he hadn’t already was because them being there allowed him to jump the line to get where he was standing right now. “Don’t kids eat anything? Just shove a bag of candy in her face and that should be enough.” He shrugged nonchalantly, not knowing that such a thing would give a child a sugar rush the likes no parent had ever seen before. Throwing a glance at the clock only increased Syd’s impatience, reminding him how he should be in bed with a full stomach after hours at the Sisters. Fucking normies always getting in the way of what he wanted. He nearly cringed at hearing Cyrek call him “Uncle Syd”, a name as revolting as the cheesy pet names women loved to call him but didn’t fancy setting off another Cyrek Tantrum for complaining. Thankfully, the kid didn’t bother asking him the same question.

A diet. Syd couldn’t ever remember a time he heard such a thing come from a guy’s mouth. His father used to call that sissy behavior with it mostly being associated with women but Syd guessed that wasn’t the case. Not that he really cared, he didn’t give a shit what Cyrek did or didn’t put in his body. “Really fucking helpful, Cy.” He threw a glance full of irritation, sarcasm wrapped in every word. One thing his bandmate was right about though was that he wouldn’t be able to handle an actual cranky Syd. He was only a few seconds away from saying fuck the whole thing when Cyrek offered up a deal to get what they wanted much faster. “Deal. Just make two separate orders cause I’m too hungry to share.” Syd didn’t hesitate to answer but added his own terms to the deal. All he had to do was wait and hold Soomi for a bit? Not a bad deal at all.

xx

The scoff caught Danny a bit of guard but it made his intrigue in the man only increase. There were not many - aside from himself - that would openly showcase how little they cared over the dead girl. It showed that there was more to this man than just a pretty face and he felt his immediate attraction grow as his curiosity did. “Some one told me tonight that they came here for safety in numbers.” Danny scoffed at the thought, reaching to scratch just under were the rim of his glasses touched his cheeks. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the murderer was here among us.” It’s exactly what he had done in Nashville - people were so gullible. The playful remark caused Danny to smile and shake his head at the other but words failed at a comeback. He couldn’t exactly deny it and neither could he say that he hadn’t wanted to run into Syd. They both knew that would be bullshit, however, Danny had a feeling that his leftover desire from their first meeting was equally returned by the other. 

The sound of the pet name rolling off Syd’s tongue cause a rise of heat to rise and settle on Danny’s cheeks with a pretty flush of pink. A reaction he tried to hide by lowering his gaze momentarily and scratching at the stubble that lined his chin with a small chuckle. For fuck’s sake, he couldn’t remember the last time anyone made him blush and yet here he was, acting like a damned idiot over some punk rock drummer. Danny was normally smoother and, more charming than this. He staked his reputation on maintaining control and never faltering with the persona he wanted to get what he desired out of people. It’s how he was able to get away with everything back in Nashville. And yet, his composure right now was as hard for him to keep controlled as his temper could be. Trying - and failing, but who was really keeping track- to get his cool back, Danny cleared his throat and raised his eyes to meet Syd’s gaze, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips. “I do,” He confessed, finding his footing slightly in this conversation as he stepped a little closer to the other man. Motioning to the bartender, he waited for the guy to approach them before signaling for Syd to order what he wanted. “You can have whatever you want.” The words were meant as permission for Syd to order anything he wanted, but there was a vein of heavy innuendo that leaked through his words. It wasn’t fully intentional but Danny didn’t do much to shy away from it.

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His comment about someone thinking there was safety in numbers in a town as small as Anchorage was the dumbest shit he’d ever heard. For people who lived on the last frontier of a floating iceberg that was the state, it was becoming clear that most of them didn’t know the first thing about survival. Mark his words, Anchorage would soon become a ghost town after everyone stupidly got themselves killed. “Safety in numbers. Yeah, that’s smart.” Syd muttered dryly, surveying the room to hide the roll of his eyes. It seemed it never cross that person’s mind that the killer could easily be among them. All it would take was the power going out for a few seconds for someone to end up dead in the panic. He bet it was woman who had said that from how dumb it was. “With how small this fucking town is? I wouldn’t put it passed the killer.” God, he hated small towns. Why were there so many in this country anyway? Waste of space if you asked him.

Syd had tried. He had tried with everything in him to play along the moment he laid eyes on Danny. It had seemed like fun when it all first started, but the blush plus his little innocent schoolboy act with those damn glasses made it impossible for him to stick to the script. Usually, Syd was never one to back down from a challenge whether it was given to him or he gave it to himself, but this really wasn’t one, was it? “I can’t fucking do this anymore.” Syd shook his head with a sigh of defeat, returning to fully standing on his feet from leaning against the bar. “How am I supposed to pretend I don’t know you when you act like that and wear those fucking things?!” He gestured to Danny’s glasses. It had been eight months since he’d seen his wife, and the last thing he wanted was to keep wasting the time he could be spending catching up with Danny on a stupid game.

There were very few things Syd could wait on but this wasn’t one of them. Patience had never been his strongest suit, which was why he was on the verge of screaming right now. He had gotten off his shift not too long ago and was now stuck at the pizza joint waiting in line at ass o’clock in the morning for a slice. After spending hours on his feet serving the local drunks at the Sisters, the last thing he wanted to do was cook dinner for himself. Fuck! He missed having food on the table when he returned home. “C’mon, I’m fucking starving!” Syd complained impatiently, more to himself than anyone else. However, it seemed he wasn’t the only one displeased with the long ass line when he heard someone comment on it too. “I know! Look at all these fuckers! It’s more crowded than the bar.” Syd waved his hand haphazardly at the people in front of him. “How long have you been waiting for?” @anchoragestarters​

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There wasn’t much Daniel expected from this evening, at most good music and a few drinks. However, Danny would have been lying if he said he hadn’t been hopeful to run into Syd again. After following the band for a few months, the drummer had caught his ever wandering eyes. Attraction to men wasn’t new to Danny per say, but it was still something he was getting himself accustomed to. “You are - even given the scare over that dead chick,” the eyeroll gave away that Danny didn’t particularly care about it, “there’s still a decent crowd here to watch y’all.” His Tennessee accent peeking out just a tad as he drawled out the last word. The question itself wasn’t disarming as much as the charming smile that had been given to him. The effect of this man had on him was still a mystery that Daniel couldn’t crack but man, was he intrigued. He had been since their first meeting. A nervous laugh escaped him and he reached behind to scratch at his neck. “Maybe I am,” Danny quipped with a small smile of his own, easily going along with the forming banter. “Call it a happy happenstance.” It was his own way to try and hide the nerves he felt - even if he knew he wasn’t doing his best job at it. Normally, he was much more composed. He hadn’t been stalking the drummer per say, but it was an added benefit to being a new fan to this band. Clearing his throat, Danny took a sip of his beer and pushed his glasses back before lifting his eyes back to Syd. Pointing to the water, Danny quirked an eyebrow. “That all you’re drinking tonight?”

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A scoff at the mention of the dead woman fell from Syd’s mouth before he could even stop himself. He wished people would stop talking about that fucking chick already. What was so special about her anyway? Clearly not much considering Syd had no clue who the hell she even was nor did he care enough to find out. Like anyone else who ended up dead on the news, she was just another face on the screen and nothing more. However, that eye roll that he had caught from Danny was a sign he wasn’t the only one who didn’t give a shit. “What can I say? Not even a murder could stop our fans from turning up.” Syd bragged just a bit, shrugging a shoulder.  

His answer came with a nervous laugh that Syd couldn’t help but find utterly adorable. He could practically taste the air of innocence and inexperience that surrounded Danny and it fueled Syd’s want to consume it from the first day they met. He hadn’t gotten the chance to do so then but Syd was more than determined to find out what he tasted like this time. “A happenstance? I’d call that bullshit.” He stated bluntly but playfully, flashing that smile of his again. Danny’s crush on him was obvious from the start but Syd didn’t mind, especially not when it came with a pretty face. “Why? You wanna buy me a drink, sweetheart?” Syd answered the question with a question, the poster boy of cool. On the inside, it was taking everything within him not to drag Danny by the hair into the nearest bathroom when he pushed those fucking glasses higher on his face.

Location: Scaredy Cat Club Who: Danny Anderson & @anchoragestarters​ (open)

Taking a sip of the last remaining puddle of beer in the bottle,  Danny adjusted his glasses on the rim of his nose and shifted his head to look around the place. It was busy but nearly as busy as it normally was - at least not since they found Monique’s body. Clearly, the town was spooked. Normal sense would have told him to be a little more cautious and stay home too but the four walls of his home were boring and he itched to do something. Plus, the band playing tonight had caught his attention since he arrived to town six months ago. 

As the band got off stage, Danny decided that it was time for the second drink of the night and approached the bar. “That was pretty sick set, huh?” Danny commented to the person he had happened to stand next to at the bar. There was barely a glance in the direction so he couldn’t really tell who it was but figured small talk would pass the time as he waited for his drink.

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The song had officially come to an end with one last slam of the sticks on Syd’s drums. He may not be the frontman of the band, but he made sure to make it known every time he was behind the drums that the beat was under his control and no one else’s. Still, it surprised him that he had fit back into his place in the band like he never left despite it being awhile since he last played with them. Years spent away from the music should’ve caused a certain desynchronization between them all but it seemed that wasn’t the case much to his relief.

Now that the show was over, Syd should’ve packed up his things and returned to the safety of his home with a body having been found in town, but couldn’t find it in himself to care. So what if some random chick had been killed? People die all the time and he wasn’t about to let her death ruin a good time for him. Hopping down from the stage, Syd made a beeline for the bar. Most times he would have liquor but stuck with water this time to hydrate himself, downing it the second the glass was in front of him. It wasn’t until he finished it that Syd realized a familiar cute little four eyes next to him had spoken to him. “I know. We’re pretty good, aren’t we?” He turned to fully look at the man, leaning against the bar with a charming smile. “You stalkin’ me?”