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[HAYLEY]

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summer was, unfortunately, long, long gone. snow had begun the week before, and while it partially melted, it was beginning to accumulate. it was jackets-and-boots weather, but it was also bonfire-and-booze weather. the babies were down for the night, and the work for the day was done and over with, so hayley pulled on a few layers, laced up her snow boots, yanked a hat onto her head, and tip toed out the back door of the building with a bottle of something partially translucent in one hand, and a glass in the other.

some others had already lit up a bonfire that evening, the flames melting the snow before it neared, and they sat huddled around it, doing their best to warm themselves in the cold. fall was more or less a joke on the mountain; they went from summer weather (seventies at best) to snow in a matter of a few weeks, and most of the long term residents were used to it these days. though this was technically only hayley's second 'autumn' at flintlock, she fell comfortably into the routine, taking a seat and dumping a serving into her cup. then another serving, then a few more for good luck, because hey, the kids are asleep.

[color=#4A272E]❝cheers to the cold.❞ she murmured, setting the bottle down for whoever wanted some before lifting the glass to take a sip herself.

[EDMUND.]

    tw. alcohol use, mention of puking

The snow was returning. It was clear in the bitter chill in the air and the snow which left nothing more than a sleety residue on the grass. The snow was coming. And, with that came shorter days, came the blistering blizzards that were deadly to those stranded out on the mountain, the thick piles of snow which felt like one was treading through the mud; slow and heavy steps. Edmund didn't necessarily mind the weather nowadays - he'd seen a Flintlock winter for several years now - but it never stopped the chill in the bones, the constant reminder that he never dressed appropriately enough for the coldest days of the year.

But, he didn't have to worry about it for now.

Instead, a bonfire was outside roaring in flames, the warmth inviting to a man trying not to tremble from the cool evening. He soon followed behind Hayley, already holding onto a glass of honey-colored liquor - at this point, everyone knew Edmund's choice of drink. Zipping his jacket up, he trudged over to the fire and sat down, and without a moment's hesitation he lowered his glass onto the ground, scratched around in his coat pocket and pulled a cigarette and matchbox out. Lodging said cigarette between his lips, he lit it up before tossing the match into the bonfire before sucking in a deep breath.

He stilled briefly as Hayley murmured, flitting his gaze over before slowing tipping his jaw up to breathe smoke out into the air. He said nothing for what felt like the longest of times, too far in his very own contemplation. In that time, he held his cigarette between his fingers as he lifted his drink up to take a sip. ❝ You know- ❞ He began, whilst silence found itself around the fire. ❝ My family used to own a distillery - Stirling Single Malt Irish Whisky. I think it's given me a bias against all other drinks. Admittedly, clear-colored liquids just aren't my thing anym- ❞

❝ You gotta be kidding me, right? ❞ Alfie wheezed as he turned up to the bonfire, taking a seat besides Hayley. ❝ It's never been your thing, especially since that one time you drank yourself [i]stupid on vodka and puked in the water fountain. ❞[/i]

Ed blinked at he looked over at Alfie, before stating dully, ❝ Grateful for that, Alfie. ❞ Although seemingly disinterested, a faint tinge of pink could be seem flushing across Ed's features before taking another puff from his cigarette, looking back into the fire. ❝ No problem, brother. ❞ Alfie winked playfully before looking at Hayley. ❝ And how are you? ❞

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⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty three // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ member of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ product of an organized crime family, his father the mafia godfather
⋟ joined FL two years ago

appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole (tw in video. blood & violence)
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
⋟ mental health - 100% // N/A

personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor

relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, dominik & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, thomas, died years ago
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ husband to blake moray
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
⋟ owns a west highland terrier, angus

interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ very abrupt with newcomers but also willing to help them
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[greer]

YOU'LL SOON FIND YOU HAVE FEW CHOICES

Nineteen years of shitty winters, hopefully nineteen more to go. Autumn was usually a nice season, it reminded them of childhood and chasing the falling leaves through the forest in their stupid pink dress with the frills and short sleeves. Tiny and blissfully unaware of how wrong the world was.

But for their nineteenth autumn, things kinda sucked. They were apart of this Flintlock Lodge place now, and a bit too scared to bring up anything about leaving. So yeah, they were in Flintlock for now and everything was cold and they'd eaten better than they had for, well, forever.

In fact, food was what brought Greer out of the woodworks. Food and the scent of smoke woke them from their listless napping and forced them out of bed, meandering to where the smell was coming from. Judging by the lack of panic they figured the lodge itself wasn't on fire, and hey they were right; some people had just lit up a big bonfire, for whatever reason.

They glanced around, feeling distant and awkward. But people had seen them step out of the lodge, so now they couldn't turn around and hurry inside; they had to keep stepping forward until they were part of the circled group. They sat awkwardly on the cold ground and tried to avoid eye contact with anybody as they listened to Alfie's story.

People were drinking, and they were uncomfortable. They didn't really drink, they'd gotten a sip from Foster's whiskey once and it tasted so awful they decided to never go back to it. And now it'd just be weird if they turned around and started drinking once he wasn't around to babysit them.

"Take the time to make some friends." He always used to feed them that shit. They guessed they should've listened, then they might've had someone to go crying to once he was gone. Well- might as well try now, it's what he would've wanted.

They glanced back at where the rude boy from when they first got here was hovering, clearly shivering and utterly seething. "You're uh- gonna catch a cold back there." Greer mumbled half-heartedly, shifting over so there was room if Brendan decided to sit closer to the fire. This was making friends, right?

[justify]You can’t run so you must hide [abbr=Nathaniel Greer, goes by Greer | Any pronouns acceptable, currently going by they/them | 19yrs Old | 5'10" | To stressed for relationships | Near-sighted, unable to clearly see anything 100ft or further with glasses]&[/abbr]
You won’t make it back this time [abbr=Medium Difficulty Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with wooden club or sheep shears | Open to capture if discussed prior | Not open for death]&[/abbr]
So my friend our time is done [abbr=Lite emo nerd aesthetic | Shoulder length dyed purple hair | Dark hazel eyes | Wears prescription glasses not made for them, but are good enough for them to see | Usually immaculately clean]&[/abbr]
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[HAYLEY]

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of course, wherever anything remotely dangerous (or, she supposed, fun) was, edmund and his brothers always turned up too. there was a fire, then the gaggle of men, alfonso taking a seat beside her and he and edmund sharing a quick back-and-forth. she smiled a bit at the cheerful banter; not much, but the corners of her mouth tilted ever so slightly. as rare of a sight as it was, even rarer was the widow leaning against alfonso as he sat beside her, ignoring the question for a more blatant answer, and quite possibly the first public display of any form of affection to the man since... ever.

[color=#4A272E]❝i guess we know who the fun brother is.❞ she joked lightly, offering edmund a small wink, before letting her eyes shift to greer and, some bit away, the brooding brendan. though she didn't say anything, half afraid of scaring either one off, she showed a slight smile at the two herself, obviously interested in the two brooding loners interacting. maybe, just maybe, they could be brooding loner buddies, or whatever teenage friends did these days.