"UH, HARD DISARGEE." Kennedy Is Quick To Refute. They Always Found Smoking To
"UH, HARD DISARGEE." kennedy is quick to refute. they always found smoking to be a nasty habit, convinced it was something only a masochist would enjoy. they tried once in college, shortly after starting their internship because they figured it would make them look and feel more grown up in the room full of journalistic big-shots. men who took their jobs and themselves WAY too seriously. smoking might not have stuck with kennedy but the underlying pretentiousness that came from it? that was still up for debate. "chicken and waffles with a side of lung infection does not sound like an appetizing combo to me." now settled in the stool, they turn their head to witness the full display of soren's theatrics, elbows propped on the bar in front of them. they observe him carefully, making no move to interrupt his performance. a respectful audience, one that makes sure to wait the customary extra beat to ensure the show is over before offering their reaction. “wow." there's a hint of a smile there, perhaps the closest they have come since the news of the recently departed – or rather – recently SNATCHED. they lean ever so slightly in his direction, nose scrunching up as if they are about to deliver some harsh news. "sounds to me like you might just have a little bit of an addiction there.”
location: dolly's diner time: late afternoon status: open!
something about diners. greasy leather seats. overheard secrets tangled up with the clatter of forks. bitter, often stale coffee -- unless you got lucky enough to walk in when the place was mostly empty. unlikely. the kind of place where time hangs heavy, like it got tired and sat down to rest in the corner booth. red creek felt the same, like it had long surrendered to time’s weight instead of running alongside it. no reinvention, no salvation -- just a stubborn place clinging to people like mud after rain, or maybe quicksand, tugging until they sank without a fight. soren didn't have to imagine dark things haunting its bones when its effect where already laying there, sprawled out for anyone willing to see. maybe ancient spirits seeking revenge after having their forever homes suffocated with asphalt and cement. maybe nothing at all, just the weight of a town folding in on itself, vanishing into a fog you didn’t know you’d entered until it was too late. soren wouldn't flinch if someone shattered the silence with a lynchian scream -- sinister close-ups, faces trembling under the pressure of things better left unsaid -- right there in the diner, right as he staed at his gone stale coffee. and perhaps it was his obsession with intricate stories that blurred the line with reality, but twin peaks really didn't feel like fiction anymore; it was a blueprint, a warning for places like this, where the mundane teetered on the edge of surreal, where time sagged, like peeling wallpaper in a room sealed off for too long, and good people stumbled into band endings. even diners -- those greasy churches of familiarity -- could warp into confessional booths. soren let his face fall into his hands, elbows propped at the sides of the cup of coffee. if it had been steaming, it would've made a perfect shot. “ you know what's bullshit, ” he spoke as soon as he felt a presence next to him finally glad to push his inner monologue onto someone else, anyone unlucky enough to hear. he continued as his hands dropped to his lap, revealing a face worn thin by restless nights. “ the fact that they made it illegal to smoke in public places. especially diners. ” though it wasn't just diners. it was also cinemas, trains, pubs.... a beat. then two fingers lifted to his lips, mimicking the pitch of a cigarette between index and thumb. soren inhaled theatrically, face tilting upward as though savoring the hit. then, just as theatrically, he ground the phantom amber into an imaginary glass ashtray, the kind with ornate edges. clock. sound design coming from his tongue against his palate and he swat the phantom ashtray away, still dipped in his interactive daydream.
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location : redstone bar
time : evening
for : taylan ( @ofvolatile )
there were two things the town seemed to be in silent agreement on when it came to the yalçınkayas. one, their kid was bad news. two, they weren’t talking about the daughter or their 20(?) cousins. wherever taylan went, trouble seemed to follow and it didn't take kennedy much convincing from their parents to keep their distance from him. and yet, it always felt like like taylan was always lingering somewhere in the periphery of her upbringing—as selin’s problematic brother, santiago’s troublemaking friend, and a thorn on redcreek's side. but with the recent murder of one alaina price, taylan's return to town was beginning to feel less of a coincidence and more like an omen. was alaina's downfall the wrath of a boy who never quite grew out of his rage?
he was a recognizable figure, even from behind. a head of brown messy waves sitting on top of broad shoulders and an aura that just screamed for someone, anyone, to just give him a reason. against carefully developed instincts, she approaches. the stool beside him creeks against hardwood as she settles herself onto it, announcing her arrival to both taylan and the bartender. “tequila soda, please.” her gaze darts over to taylan, as if to size him up, before turning back to the bartender and tipping her head towards him. “—and whatever he‘ll have.”
“tonight? whatever the hell you want!” kennedy replies to nadia's quip with an easy grin. in a town full of try-hards and depressed wannabes with broken dreams, nadia's levity was such a treat. especially on nights like these, where kennedy is certain they weren't the only one hoping to snag her attention for a couple moments at this party. in true kennedy fashion, they feel like they've won. they make their way out of the dancefloor, maneuvering through sweaty, stumbling bodies before reaching the bartender. it's only a bit quieter, but at least kennedy doesn't feel like they have to yell. "you know me, i'm a basic bitch. tequila soda for me. what are you getting? my treat, for letting me drag you out there! "
" abso-fuckin-lutely . " nadia says easily . while kennedy could dance and move , nadia's extent was shuffling on the spot , and still managing to get grossly SWEATY . " what are we ? " she teases , at kennedy's warm , SOFT touch on her skin . " but more important , what are we drinking ? "
❝𝘛𝐻𝘐𝑆 𝑃𝘓𝐴𝘊𝐸 𝑊𝘐𝐿𝘓 𝘈𝐿𝘞𝐴𝘠𝑆 𝐻𝘈𝑉𝘌 𝘖𝑁𝘌 𝘊𝐿𝘈𝐼𝘔 𝘖𝑁 𝑀𝘠 𝘈𝐹𝘍𝐸𝘊𝑇𝘐𝑂𝘕, 𝑊𝘏𝐼𝘊𝐻 𝑁𝘖 𝘖𝑇𝘏𝐸𝘙 𝘊𝐴𝘕 𝘗𝑂𝘚𝑆𝘐𝐵𝘓𝑌 𝑆𝘏𝐴𝘙𝐸.❞
// ( henry zaga . cismale . he/him ) . ⸻ SALVADOR LUIS PEREZ , a twenty eight year old , has survived another day in red creek where they have lived for his whole life . THE PROMISCUOUS is known for being flirtatious and toxic and is often associated with calling dates pet names to not risk saying the wrong name, a lopsided shit eating grin, text messages left on read, collarbone hickeys poking out of the hem of his shirt . in a small town where they work as a line cook at dolly’s diner word travels fast . it’s hard to keep a secret , and it looks like the boogeyman knows that [ REDACTED ].
𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂 | 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 | 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁 | 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂 | 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 | 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃
Ⅰ . . . 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂
full name : salvador luis perez nicknames : salva, salv, lu ( close friends and family only ) age : 28 birthday : february 3rd gender : cismale ( he / him ) sexual orientation : pansexual occupation : line cook at dolly's dinner fc : henry zaga
Ⅱ . . . 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈
mother : monica perez father : ernesto perez
Ⅲ . . . 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃
∗ if you have been in red creek long enough you have probably either slept with salvador or know plenty of people who have. ∗ he wasn't always so promiscuous though. extroverted, maybe flirty, sure. he got along well with everyone. kids liked playing with him, adults found him endearing, his family loved him... by all means, he was just a normal kid. ∗ got into some trouble in high school but nothing out of the ordinary for a small-town kid left to find their own entertainment. he was a star athlete, on track to go to university on a soccer scholarship. ∗ then his mother passed away and it seemed like she took all of his ambitions and hopes for the future 6 feet under with her. ∗ with so much grief and nowhere to put it he unfairly decided to aim it on his father and all the ways he failed. to this day salvador firmly believes that his mother would have had a better chance of surviving if his father had taken her symptoms seriously from the beginning. salva resents him for it and their relationship has been strained ever since. any attempt to rebuild that bridge is made for the sake of his sister, quinn. ∗ he's very close to his sister. after their mother's passing he took on the role of mom the best he could. making her school lunches, driving her to any events, cheering her on when she decided to pursue a career in nursing, etc. salva worries for quinn and how hard she works. ∗ he never ended up leaving red creek and has found himself too attached to the town that his mother loved so much. ended up taking a job at the local diner as a line cook and now very much lives up to the stereotype of how slutty they are. ∗ he doesn't play soccer anymore. the only passion of his that has remained all these years is his love for motorcycles. has a vincent black shadow that is his pride and joy ( someone should key it <3 ). he likes fixing old motorcycles in his free time. isn’t good enough to be an actual mechanic but he might be willing to help someone every now and then. if he likes them enough. ∗ for a line cook, he looks like he’s doing surprisingly well for himself? he’s got nice clothes, nice cologne, nice motorcycles. he’s flashy with his gifts and is known to spare no expense when it comes to dates. if you ask him he’d say that he’s just good at managing his money but maybe there’s something more to that. IDK YOU TELL ME ∗ he's rougher around the edges now than he used to be before his mother's death. still overall nice, but can definitely come off as a prick to some people. will gaslight you into believing that it's all in your head though <3 doesn't have the best track record romantically and has a tendency to get bored of people easily. he's a hot guy okay and is awfully aware of it.
𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 : kid with insane potential lets it all go to waste when his mother passes away. when he isn't flipping burgers at the local diner, he's most likely talking up some pretty tourist or working on a motorcycle. make sure to compliment your girlfriend if she makes her way to dolly's cus if you don't, salvador certainly will.
Ⅳ . . . 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 - all connections are open to any gender unless specified otherwise.
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hookups, hookups, hookups, people he's ghosted lol an on-and-off relationship ( messy! ) fwd that caught feelings friends ofc regulars at the diner coworkers! id kill to have someone older for him to seduce ghfjghkgh pls let him ruin a marriage <3 his latest hyper fixation like someone he's low-key got a crush on. maybe someone knew in town?
Ⅴ . . . 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈
＋flirtatious ＋laid-back＋charming －manipulative－arrogant－self-centered mbti : ESTP natal chart : ↑ scorpio, ⊙ aquarius, ☾ aquarius inspired by : john willloughby (sense & sensibility ), eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ), bronn ( game of thrones ) , joey tribbiani ( friends ), john tucker ( john tucker must die ),
♰ ⋅ ⋆ ─── #𝑩𝑹𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑻 . . . is a dependent, multimuse blog for REDCREEKFM brought to life by aime, twenty7, she/her, mst.
Ⅰ . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙳 — vikram shah. thirty5. he/him. funeral director.
ⅠⅠ . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙶𝚈 — kennedy stuart. twenty8. she/they. journalist/author.
Ⅲ . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳 — joey harlow. forty4. she/her. owner of redstone bar.
"already? i'm not done smelling the candles." he's been at it for fifteen minutes now, moving from one jar to the next like he was shopping for a new scent at a home goods store, not browsing the shelves of a psychic shop. "you know," he says, "i used to see this girl a couple years ago that was seriously obsessed with this shit? had a rock collection and everything. kept saying she was going to curse me if she ever found me cheating." clearly in no rush to leave, he looks up from the displayed candles to flash nadia a grin, amused by her accusation. "you're still here aren't you?" there it was again, that playful challenge in his voice, the same air of flirtation he always slipped in, whether or not she acknowledged it. "locking me up isn't the only way to have fun with me, nadia." his grin lingers. always hinting, always offering. he has yet to make a move to leave. instead, he resumes the task of sniff testing every candle the sisters of the moon has to offer "hurry up and close up then. i'll give you a ride home." his tone gives little room to argue but he'd never turn down an opportunity to. "unless you have plans after this?"
○ NOW DELIVERING TO . . . ⏤ @brntout !
" we're closing up . " nadia announces to salvador , looking him up and down as she flips the sign on the door . if anyone should know sisters ' moon hours , it'd be HIM . nadia rests a hand on her hip , jutting it out as she turns to face him properly . " and there's nobody here left for you to hit on , which i know is the real reason you're here . " her voice is drier than ever . she knows salvador , because he is everywhere , all the time . with a smile , a glint in his eye . HE'S A FLIRT and not even a good one . the amount of times nadia rolls her eyes while hearing him try his way with hana could make her eyes permanently stick . " chop , chop , salvador . locking you inside here does sound fun but i need this job , and something tells me holding you hostage inside would get me fired . "
"good save, babe. you had me worried there." they tease. as if hana could do anything to make her look ominous. kennedy thinks she could commit a murder and still find a way to make it endearing. something they might have to consider a little deeper about after tonight's events. fingers easily interlocking with hers as kennedy leads them out from the dancefloor. not without giving hana another twirl of course. "is it just me or is this party... actually fun?" especially for how low their expectations were to begin with.
☾ ❝ eee ! ❞ she nearly squeals at kennedy, nodding enthusiastically at the suggestion. ❝ yes please. i want one of those things that look like a lab experiment. ❞ she pauses, then laughs at herself. ❝ like, one of the tube drinks. not the people. ❞
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