[ i'm a mess - open social ]

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[truce.]

[align=center][div style="width: 375px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 1.5;"]— As for Ellis, he was nowhere as proud as he wanted to feel. Instead, shoulders slouched as he held the cards in his hands, face plain and unmoving apart from eyes that shifted from his cards to the backs of Rae's. And then, the younger teenager revealed a ten. God dammit. Yet another win for Rae. For a game that revolved primarily around luck, Ellis sure as hell was taking the losses pretty personally. The noise and the humdrum of drunk adult interaction was drowned out by his own annoyance, inhaling sharply before throwing his cards down.

"Right..." He uttered monotonously, eyes following as his beloved iPod was prised out of his reach, Rae pocketing it for herself. To him, offering that his iPod was up for grabs was a huge gamble; after all, it was his most prized possession. If he and Rae were in a fire and he had to choose between Rae and his iPod, he'd... Well, you get the idea. He'd managed to convince himself that luck would be on his side this time round, though obviously luck only wanted to watch him fall. He cricked his neck before folding his arms across his chest, leaning on the counter and he then stared down at the cards that had betrayed him.

"Don't be a sore loser." Rae said. Ellis' eyes squinted very minutely; he wasn't being a sore loser. After all, he was going to be getting his iPod back anyways... Rae wouldn't have it for long, because Ellis would demand for it back in no time. And so, he finally relaxed, sighing as he turned to glance over to her. "Not being a sore loser." He was quiet as he mumbled, head quick to turn as he heard some guy's garbled announcement about some party. His eyes rolled - Of course some dipshit would get drunk enough to want to drag everyone into the same fate. This place was definitely going to get rowdy in here.

Rae leaned over the counter, reaching out for a bottle of alcohol. He wouldn't stop her, but he wouldn't praise her for this awful decision, either. He cocked a brow over at Rae, mainly a look of mild disappointment as she read the label of the liquor. "Um... No. I don't drink." He pointed out dully, shifting in his seat before muttering as a quiet afterthought, "You're not really going to drink that, are you?"

[MICHAEL.]

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tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, violence, religion

Why was he even here? There seemed to be an abundance of children abusing the very substance that he was trying so hard to avoid, being in the middle of this made no logical sense, though, he supposed being here just in case something happened seemed like a relatively good idea, seeing as these kids would probably not be able to take care of themselves, well some of them maybe, and Cat wasn't actually drunk... just high.

The dark haired man leaned against a nearby pole, crossing his arms and looking at the group of people, no, he would not be partaking in any of this, that was just asking for a bad situation to happen, and Mike really didn't want to go through sobering up again, and staying sober. It was almost a month now since he'd been sober, and in all honesty, it felt good, he definitely didn't want to fuck up all that progress.

"There's absolutely no way this situation could ever go wrong." Was his quiet sarcastic response to the situation in front of him, as he stood silently, staring at the catastrophe waiting to happen.

[LUCERNE.]

— tw. abuse of drugs

He squeezed his eyes shut, only to spring them open wide once again only moments later. There Lucerne was, sat uncomfortably on an puffy armchair in the casino, head resting against the headrest whilst he watched. The casino was buzzing - or was that the ringing in his ears? - as the usual hustle and bustle of evening affairs took place. Some people played card games, whilst others played pool. Some lounged across seats, smoking weed, whilst others would drink themselves into a temporary paralysis. Lucerne was the sensible and sober man - people must've assumed - as he sat calmly, disinterested in joining in with any hectic games or joking around. After all, Lucerne didn't quite do well with social interaction. He never understood social ques, nor did he even know what to say to make himself sound even mildly amusing.

The drugs were of great use to him. He knew how to communicate when high - Hell, sometimes he'd have fantastic conversations with others whilst he was high. In fact, it appeared that his highlights at the Badlands had been whilst in the intoxicated state. People enjoyed him more when he had his precious fix coursing through his body. When he was high, he was the Lucerne people actually liked the company of. Well, for the most part, anyway.

He'd not spoken very much to Addy since he saved the redhead's life. Not that he held any grudges against the man - in fact, he was so glad to see him still roaming the casino. He could've been dead. Instead, emotion seemed to stand between them yet again. Emotion tended to cloud Addy's judgement, Lucerne had to admit, but this time he couldn't really blame the younger man for feeling such a way. He had confessed his love for Lucerne, something which Lucerne could never give in return to Addy. After all, Lucerne couldn't do that to Addy. That was a burden far to heavy for Addy to live with. Instead, he squinted as Addy stumbled, holding onto a bar stool as support.

The tall and limber brunet slowly rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he observed curiously. Sharp blue orbs flitted across the casino, pinprick pupils landing on each and every person in the room as the announcement was made that there was going to be a party starting from now. "Everybody partying together. How wonderful." He commented to nobody in particular, words not unkind but most definitely riddled with sarcasm.

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family:raleway; font-size: 12px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 3/29]basics.
⫸ wilhelm lucerne nouvel // no known nicknames
⫸ goes by his middle name, lucerne
⫸ male // he/him
⫸ thirty three // ages real time // born fourteenth february
⫸ member of the badlands // formerly a loner
⫸ joined BL - twenty first february
⫸ currently a worm. unofficial medic.

appearance.
⫸ faceclaim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ voice claim - benedict cumberbatch
⫸ speaks with a received pronunciation british accent
⫸ 6'2ft // tall and lithe // very little muscle mass
⫸ cold, china blue eyes and disheveled, dark brunet hair
⫸ physical health - 75%
    — current injuries: broken humerus & healing wounds across throat and cheek
⫸ mental health - 70%
    — traumatized after discovering his brother's slaughtered corpse several weeks ago
    — has been showing signs of major depressive disorder

personality.
⫸ enigmatic and difficult to understand
⫸ astute and intellectual // generally very logical in his way of thinking
⫸ self-absorbed and overly prideful // massive god complex
⫸ lack of empathy and often insincere // evident sociopathic tendencies
⫸ assertive, blunt and arrogant // strong, unwavering opinions
⫸ analytical and perceptive // often good at figuring things out at breakneck speed
⫸ overly motivated and stubborn // it's often his way or the highway
⫸ chronic boredom, often acts out childishly based on this
⫸ fastidious and a known perfectionist
⫸ unpredictable and notably unhinged // makes it difficult to get on with him
⫸ a total narcissist in many ways
⫸ aloof and incredibly socially awkward // very antisocial in general
⫸ a complete drama queen // incredibly theatrical and melodramatic
⫸ breathes sarcasm // snide and often witty with his quips
⫸ silently a very sensitive and introverted soul // worries about what others think
⫸ self-conscious towards how people react towards him // this makes him withdrawn

relationships.
⫸ wilhelm nouvel x annette nouvel // one older brother [deceased]
⫸ aromantic asexual // not interested in any romance
⫸ has taken a liking towards addy douglas
    — sees him as his person
    — doesn't view their relationship as romantic
    — loyalty lies with him entirely

interaction.
⫸ storage // plot
⫸ physically: medium // mentally: hard
⫸ owns a pistol but finds the idea of injuring somebody very difficult
⫸ dislikes getting into physical fights as he's not very good at fighting
⫸ would much rather die than kill somebody else
⫸ will be acting out of character as he is still grieving over the loss of his brother
⫸ TW. he is an active drug addict // cocaine, heroin and opioids such as morphine
    — some interactions with him may be whilst he is under the influence of said drugs

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[ADDY.]

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—  oh fuck.

while lucerne hadn’t particularly enjoyed addy’s taste in liquor, addy had to say that he definitely appreciated the casino’s own personal stash. at least, that was what he had decided a drink or two - or seven - in. he stumbled forward, grabbing onto a barstool for support. once he realized he wasn’t going to eat shit and fall on the casino floor, he couldn’t help but start laughing at his own lack of coordination. he’d always been wanting to get absolutely shitfaced. what else is there to do when you’re supposed to be recovering from a nasty knife wound? didn’t alcohol have- healing properties?

not at all, but at the moment addy personally didn’t give a flying fuck. who wouldn’t get absolutely shitfaced after confessing that they loved someone, and not hear “i love you” back? he grabbed his drink of vodka  - a whole damn bottle of it - and took a large gulp. yeah. he could drink to that- wait. what was he drinking for, again? … good. 

“hey!” he exclaimed to nobody in particular, turning to point at - absolutely nobody. well. he’d had a 50/50 chance to point at something that was moving. just so happened that everything in the room was spinning.  “we should- have a fuckin’ party! starting now.” now, the redhead definitely wasn’t the partying he type. he wasn’t even the type of person to spend prolongs amounts of time with anyone in general - however, put enough drinks in him, and he was just fine with bothering everyone and trying to make sure he wasn’t the only drunk one in the room.

having a little social wouldn’t hurt anyone. he managed to stumble his way over towards the closest group of people. nobody would get hurt, yet. so long as they could handle their liquor. know their limit. like addy did. he was such a genius. all the doctors and medics in here could suck his-

turning towards someone (npc or one of your characters, i don’t care), he shoved the bottle of vodka in their hands. “here. if i have any more- i’ll- get drunk.” just the remark was enough for him to burst into laughter again. wow, his voice was so funny. why hadn’t anyone ever told him this before? what a bunch of assholes. he couldn’t help but keep laughing. what a bunch of bitches.

he settled for forcing himself to sit down in a chair - woah, gravity was a real bitch today - and simply watch as this amazing party idea began to be set in motion.

//so unlike addy it makes me cringe
but that's the point asdfjlkadsf

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