❝ DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY ?? ❞ her voice , although not too loud , enunciates loud && clear , directed the other person while still refraining from making it too obvious . a glass of wine rests between delicate fingers , her chin resting on the palm of her free hand . ❝ when james dean d i e d , it was almost as if some people had already been expecting such a tragedy to happen . i’ve heard that he used to drive fast , && therefore it was only natural to get involved in an accident . ❞ bringing the glass to her lips , cheryl takes a sip from the drink before speaking again . ❝ they say it was bound to happen sooner or later . ❞
“destiny,” he mumbles with a stick between his lips, pausing to take a drag, exhaling smoothly before continuing, “is a word conjured by fortune tellers to make a quick buck.” it’s clear in his voice that he’s quite sure of himself. amusement laces his smile as he looks at her pointedly. “there’s no unforeseen force that directed dean into his unfortunate death. he just so happened to drive fast in the wrong place at the wrong time.” it’s only midday, but he’s already halfway through his pack. precisely four years back, there was a group of scientists ( looney bins, he called them ) that claimed a direct correlation between cigarette smoking and cancer. at first, the news troubled him, given his habit, but years passed and he still felt healthy as a stallion, and so he mentally filed it as baloney.
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❛ it’s just strange , ❜ he begins lowering his head slightly to light the cigarette dangling from his lips . ❛ this hotel , i mean . it’s just strange . i don’t think i’ve seen a manager , not even when i booked a room . ❜ he drags out the lucky strike with ease ; he’d been doing it since he was fourteen anyway . ❛ whatever — i’m sure it’s filled with as many stories as the people here who occupy it . oh , excuse me —- would you like one ? ❜ he asked offering the guest beside him a cigarette .
he hesitates for a moment, but he ends up taking one from the other man’s tin. “ don’t mind if i do.“ the smile he gives richard is genuine. “ i left my pack in my suite, but i’m not really up for walking all the way back there just to fetch it. ” he brings the stick to his lips and lights it himself ( luckily, he didn’t forget to bring his lighter with him ). the much-missed nicotine is a welcome comfort. he relaxes in his chair. “ you said something about stories. you’re a writer? ”
A one-night-stand was an art form he nearly perfected through years of practice, with the final stroke on the canvas being him, leaving just before dawn. Theo rolled out of his bed quietly, careful not to pull the slumber from the stunning brunette curled up beside him. He slipped into his trousers. His mind proved too groggy for him to bother with a shirt. With the plushly carpeted floor insulating his footsteps, he soundlessly exited her room.
He was already in front of his own suite when he realized he didn’t have his keys with him. As if fate still wasn’t done playing with him, another early riser emerged in the corridor. "Good morning,” he greeted them normally, as if he weren’t half-naked and his hair wasn’t a mess. “Before you say anything -- yes, I’m evading a woman I slept with last night, and yes, I accidentally left my keys back in her room. You don’t happen to know how to pick locks, do you?”
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HELLO ? *taps mic* lara here ! (: twenty years old, incoming med student, gmt+8 baby, aaaaaand i just woke up lmao. plot with me and this dweeb ! i’M BEGGIN
( sebastian stan. thirty-five. cismale. he/him. ) ✤ the jukebox currently playing is bang bang ( my baby shot me down ) for theodore “theo” carr. they must be checking into el royale in the nevada suite 019. i heard the thirty-five year old used to be a high-ranking company executive from manhattan, nyc, new york. you know the leader is known to be debonair but also kind of obstinate. maybe that’s why they’re on the run from incarceration after being falsely accused of murdering his brother’s wife.
TW: MURDER, BLOOD MENTION
MEET THEODORE CARR -- former executive vice president to one of america’s top luxury cruise ship lines. he may act debonair and eloquent, but he wasn’t born into old money. his father was a car salesman, while his mother was a part time housewife, part time avon lady. his ambition, intelligence, and charm, were what careened him into a life of opulence.
his downfall was an act of envy.
the night before thanksgiving, he woke up to his brother’s blood-curdling scream. in theo’s hand was a bloodied knife, and beside him was his sister-in-law’s cold body. his brother accused him for his wife’s murder, calling it an act of passion, saying theo had always wanted to have his way with her, but he snapped after her honest-to-goodness conscience wouldn’t let him.
it was the other way around.
darlene had long lusted after him, even before she married charles. but theo was too obsessed with his rise to power to acknowledge her blaring flirtation. charles had long envied his younger brother -- he always smarter, richer, more popular with the ladies, including his very own wife. it was charles who finally snapped. it was charles who killed his own wife. and as if to hit two birds with one stone, he put all blame on his brother -- made sure he left no fingerprints as he moved darlene’s body beside theo’s sleeping form, then left his murder weapon inside his sleeping grasp.
with no other witnesses except for charles, all evidence pointed to him. when theo’s company realized the crime would bring a bad taste to their name and scare investors off, they decided to kick him off the job. theo was not one to easily give up, but he wasn’t blind to the fact that his life was quickly becoming unsalvageable. he evaded incarceration, bought a fake i.d., and with a meager suitcase in tow, travelled by train towards lake tahoe.
he’s checked into el royale for a week now, and he intends to stay there until all of his fake documents are sorted out. after that, it’s a life of obscurity for him abroad.
his real name is henry jeffords.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
friends — even though his trust issues are through the roof, he’s affable by nature, and so he has a handful of them he chats with in the lobby every now and then.
admirations — he sees them every now and then in the hotel. he’s enthralled by their beauty, but in fear of attracting attention towards himself, he hasn’t made it known yet.
next-door neighbors — these people live near nevada suite 019.
one-night stands — he’s currently on the run, so he prefers not to have romantic entanglements nor regular bed partners.
bar buddies — he frequents the bar to wallow in self-pity, but he never lets himself be drunk enough to spill his darkest secrets. these people likely approached him first in his lonely corner. he now seeks them out whenever he’s in need of a good time.
...and basically anything you can think of. seriously, i’m here for all the plots !! (:
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#perfectly sculpted jaw along with those scruffy beard #and just the whole thing seb’s face is a masterpiece #and asshole knows what he’s doing i’m just #le stares (with tears)
