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penelope.

penelope  wasn’t  surprised  that  wells  didn’t  recognize  her  right  away  ,  it  wasn’t  as  if  she  was  the  towns  drunk  who  hung  out  at  bars  on  weekdays  -  no  ,  that  was  him  .  she’s  holding  her  composure  as  well  as  can  be  but  starting  to  question  why  she  came  here  in  the  first  place  .  ❝  no  !!  no  ,  marty  .  that’s  alright  .  maybe  just  a  water  and  ice  ,  ❞  penelope  spoke  up  ,  that  was  the  second  time  she’d  been  offered  alcohol  and  seeing  as  she’s  pregnant  it  wasn’t  a  good  idea  .

penelope  is  however  surprised  when  wells  automatically  assumes  that  lane’s  done  something  wrong  to  her  .  if  he  had  ,  he’d  be  the  last  person  penelope  would  go  to  .  she’d  probably  confess  with  minnie  may  herself  before  reaching  out  to  wells  for  help  .  ❝  lane  hasn’t  done  anything  .  the  thing  is  .  .  .  i’m  pregnant  .  with  lane’s  baby  ,  ❞  penelope  felt  the  need  to  clarify  ,  although  she’d  never  been  with  anyone  else  before  .  ❝  i’m  not  exactly  sure  why  i  thought  you  should  know  .  one  day  ,  our  baby’s  gonna  ask  about  his  grandparents  and  maybe  you  know  .  .  .  you’ll  be  around  .  if  lane  wants  you  to  be  .  .  . he  doesn’t  know  i’m  here  .  ❞

locking suspicious eyes with the elder bartender as ANOTHER drink was refused in a BAR, wells finally directed all of his attention to the female beside him with a SMIRK that read his expectations of ‘this had to be something good.’ 

and THAT, it was. penelope ripped off that band-aid and wells nearly SPIT OUT the first sip of his freshly ordered bourbon, his brain unable to process - LAUGH or YELL or ask if ashton kutcher was hiding around the corner and he was about to be PUNKED. clearing his throat from the SHOCK that caused some of the dark liquid to go down the wrong pipe, the buzzed man slowly placed down his glass and CUT off the other from speaking any more ( ignoring all words about being a grandparent ). “LET ME get this straight. first, he’s DUMB enough to get you knocked up and second, he’s too COWARD to be the one to tell his old man?” a HARSH chuckle couldn’t help but leave his throat. unbelievable. 

finishing his glass ( yes, it was practically FULL ) in just a gulp, wells wiped at his mouth with his forearm and gathered his flannel that sat atop the damp bar, preparing his tipsy frame to stand up. “CLEARLY lane doesn’t want me ‘round, sweetheart.” he didn’t blame him. “sending his baby mama out to tell me we’re about to have another morrison runnin’ around. . .” the latter mostly in a mumble, wells slid his arm through the shirt, now hovering over penelope still sitting. “i need to talk to him about a thing or two.” on a mission it seemed, he began heading towards the door with a slight stumble before turning around and adding ( not having the CLEAREST of heads ), “you hang tight here. i got a few things i wanna say to you TOO.”

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sofia.

sofia needed a damn drink. in fact, she needed one yesterday given the shit week she’d been having but when a dog decided to have pups under her watch, she’d found herself sleeping on a dirty floor in order to supervise the birth in case both mother or puppies needed her assistance. now, she walked into the sole bar that was open this early in the day in the hope that she could find a quiet space in the bar where she could be forgotten and drink. not quite her luck when someone called out and demanded her attention. 

“you look like a creep who’d try to feel me up. is that why you’re being so generous with this vacant seat?” she asked with a shake of her head as she moved there anyways since it was the last seat available. “i’m not going to buy you a drink but you can buy me one since i’m gracing you with my presence.”

taken a bit off guard by the sharpness of the stranger in HIS space, wells raised his brows and let out of harsh SCOFF before setting his drink down at the bar. “well i don’t bite but from the looks of it, you sure as hell DO, sweetheart.” the elder motioned over the bartender towards the two and pleaded, “marty, do me a favor and get this lady a drink so she can start SIPPING and stop TALKING. . . and get me another while you’re at it.” 

finally returning his gaze back to the woman beside him, wells commented, “you’re lucky marty over here is too OLD to remember i have a running tab. just remember that you owe me one, alright?”

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penelope.

she  shouldn’t  be  here  .  that’s  the  first  thought  that  ran  through  her  head  stepping  into  their  local  bar  just  close  enough  that  she  rode  her  bike  from  their  house  .  she  should  definitely  not  be  here  .  and  she  should  definitely  not  be  speaking  to  wells  .  penelope  stood  hesitantly  by  the  door  for  a  few  seconds  ,  could  this  result  in  a  possible  fight  between  her  and  lane  ,  it’s  likely  .  he  specifically  told  her  he  didn’t  care  how  wells  found  out  . 

he  never  said  the  words  do  not  tell  him  ,  penny  .  if  he  had  then  she  would  definitely  not  be  here  right  now  ,  there  was  no  other  place  she  could  think  of  ‘ accidentally  ’  running  into  wells  .  she  could  count  on  her  hand  the  amount  of  times  ,  she’d  been  in  this  specific  bar  simply  because  it  just  wasn’t  her  place  .  you  could  tell  by  the  way  she  dressed  ,  her  hands  clenched  around  her  cardigan  that  the  young  preschool  teacher  was  out  of  place  .  ❝  hi  ,  wells  .  ❞  penelope  spoke  up  ,  taking  the  seat  next  to  the  stool  he  signaled  too  and  shaking  her  head  when  the  bartender  looked  at  her  .  ❝  funny  running  into  you  .  .  .  ❞

it took a moment, LONGER than it should have to recognize the woman ( so clearly out of place, it made him smirk ). “HUH,” he began with curiosity and intrigue ringing in his tone at her presence. “it’s my boy’s GAL, marty. popp- ? penny. ” the elder spoke to the bartender, pointing out at a liquor bottle shelved behind him and gesturing to a glass to pour. “. . .make her feel at home then ! grab this lady a drink.” 

swirling around the dark liquid inside his glass, wells took a large gulp before his routine of slamming it against the glass and asking for another. “look, if irving DID something to you, i ain’t got NO business with that boy ( always starting something ). that’s on him and he’ll learn whatever it is the hard way, like you’re supposed to. KIDS these days are so PAMPERED by their mommy & daddy, it’s ridiculous. . .” before he rambled into a drunken tangent, wells stopped himself ( amazingly not YET drunk enough to ignore the voice in his head that said pause ). turning to face the other with a raised brow, he questioned, “what did he DO?” knowing all TOO well from previous engagements, no one entered his space unless they wanted something from him or needed his help. both responsibilities he’d rather or care to do without.

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the sound of an empty glass clanked against the wooden bar as “another,” echoed from the blond’s mouth. this watering-hole down near chestnut drive where wells was a regular ( before the rush at 5pm ) was dimly lit, had a musty smell of barley and clientele of those aged longer than the whiskey in the back room. this was where he usually started his day, where the bartender was old enough to FORGET about the unpaid tab in his name and where he wouldn’t be deemed a DRUNK for sipping before noon. today had a special surprise though, as the door creaked open and allowed some sunlight to pour through. a visitor. a little excitement to his buzzed morning. 

“you can sit HERE, you know,” wells signaled to the stool beside him, sitting up from his usual slumped stature ( which made it easier to magnet his lips to his drink ). “i ain’t gonna BITE ya,” he scoffed in his harsh morning HUNGOVER voice.  “i MIGHT even let you buy me a drink.” hitting a burp out from his chest, the elder male called over the bartender by name.

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wooo hi friends!! s here FINALLY dropping this intro, you’ll now know that i’m late to everything O:) i have insane muse for this type of character so i’m sooo excited to be here! any questions lmk but now ........... *rubs hands together like a fly* let’s get to plotting

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『 travis fimmel. fourty-six. cismale. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that WELLS MORRISON from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BELLIGERENT & -CONTRITE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool at COLLECTING UNEMPLOYMENT and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +CAPTIVATING & +OPEN-MINDED. i hope i see them around again! 

TW: ALCOHOLISM, DEATH, ABUSE

GETTING TO KNOW WELLS

full name: wells irving morrison

age / birthdate / sign: 45 / november 18, 1974 / scorpio

gender / pronouns: cismale / he/him

orientation: hetero

height: 6′2″

hair color: dirty blond, some gray growing in

tattoos: a lot of drunken tats over the years, either cheap ones or ones that his buddies did for him for free. most of the actual WANTED ones covered up some scars he chose to ignore

drinks / smokes / drugs: big yes to all, no one left behind - but alcohol and cigarettes daily as those are more acceptable and easier to get

occupation: although collecting unemployment from the government, he often has plenty of odd jobs to make money under the books. 

residence: mapleview, born and raised. still lives in the same plot of houses his great great bought / built years ago.

alignment: chaotic evil (but he tries his best............ ok)

parents: hank (deceased) & caroline morrison 

siblings: 2 brothers (jeremiah & tucker) and 1 sister (addison) that he KNOWS of

children: lane morrison (intro here), and probably a few others but that’s for future plots!!

WHAT’S HIS STORY ?

wells’ blood runs thick through this town to a long line of morrisons, and they sure as hell make SURE everyone knows it. rumors have flown around about the morrison family for generations, eyes roll when they enter a space (at least in wells’ experience) & they own a reputation of chaos. scaring away newcomers just by being themselves. and of course, like it was in his dna, wells’ actions would align with those that preceded him.

he grew up on a plot of land bought many moons ago by his great great ... grandfather / uncle /  (the story changes every time he hears it) w/ a few trailer-like one story homes with broken screen doors & random “antiques” in the yard aka things that people in fair lane were throwing out that everyone THOUGHT would be needed one day. (still lives here btw!!!)

growing up around family was FINE but it reminded him of his destination - what he was going to end up like anyway, DESPITE being kinda smart in school & having larger dreams. the family was scrappy, deceitful; wells learned at an early age how to manipulate people to get what he wanted. he was taught how to STEAL, lie, charm, and how to get by with what they had.

wells spent most of his childhood at his uncle’s home, just a few minute walk away on the plot bc his own home wasn’t ideal. he looked up to the guy A LOT, but hasn’t spoken since he left mapleview for bigger and better things when wells was just 15.

his father, a returned drafted vietnam vet, took out the anger of what he witnessed / how he was treated / how life was UNFAIR out on his family, and often times physically. he wasn’t involved in wells’ life all too much, only when he needed something or wanted to let off some steam. 

his mother was a caring & loving woman, also mapleview grown (the two had been high school sweethearts), but loyal to a FAULT, always choosing her husband to back. 

screams, crashes, fights, fires - you name it. needless to say, that plot of morrison homes never had it quiet, easy. cops knew everyone by first and last name and could drive the route from the station to the morrison’s home with their eyes closed.

wells’ father DIED when he was 19 (although wells hadn’t considered him alive for a while) & no one knew HOW so there was never any closure for him, his mother, his fam... all his death provided was another source for the rumor mill surrounding the morrisons. was it a bad bar fight ? did he have a bad fall ? wrong pills ? some say his mother was a killer but he knew better than that.

wells’ mother is still live & somewhat well, living with his brother in a house about 20 minutes away. at her old age, it’s hard for her to do things on her own and it was decided that wells - the youngest of his generation - wouldn’t be able to care after her, let alone care for himself. she’s been there for about 10 years now and still complains every minute.

ok back to our boy. somehow wells managed to destroy every good thing that ever came his way. self-destructive due to self-hatred and REGRET which never got better as he got older and continued to well, destroy things. a slippery slope, for sure.

alongside his uncle, always dreaming of getting out of this small town, wells was good ENOUGH at school and that was his way. but of course it didn’t happen: 1. he fell into fulfilling prophecy of his predecessors, 2. he had not a PENNY to his name to leave (i.e. gambling addiction), 3. he had a child in his early twenties, 4. he tried to fight the admissions counselor at the nearby community college

having some sort of love in his life. didn’t happen: 1. he pushed/pushes everyone that dare get too close (mostly selfishly), 2. couldn’t change his addictive personality (i.e. alcoholism), 3. began to resemble his father, 4. has 0 emotional intelligence and cannot touch feelings/emotions

to get a job and be a normal person in society. didn’t happen bc: 1. has a narcissist complex, 2. would steal from the cash register, 3. would hit on customers, 4. doesn’t understand paying “taxes”

more to add here

BASICALLY, he’s lived a life. he acts as though his life is already over, there’s nothing to lose, nothing to gain and this is just how it will be for the rest of his time on earth. he’s despondent and lives far too much in the PAST, blaming himself for everything that came his way (but ok he’s not too far off tbh).

although MANY a regret linger in his mind before sleep, his largest regret is losing his family - the love of his life who LEFT the two high and dry just after about a year together and his son who moved out at just 16. the mother of his child was the only person he remembers that saw him for more than rumors, his facade and became a good influence to him - but OF COURSE he fucked that one up and she left. he blames himself big time, but would never show that. only hatred her way aloud. 

his son, lane, left while still a boy just like himself, and it HURT to think that the apple hardly fell from the tree above, not able to be a good father. never TAUGHT how to be one. manipulative to a fault, wells would always say the younger was never appreciative, never UNDERSTOOD... and he’d convince himself that his son hated him as much as he hates himself. he’ll also say he’s the only reason he’s still alive. LOVE / HATE seems to blur so often for the old man here. always did.

the only constant throughout his life has been alcohol. the morrison’s start off early of course, and wells was drinking/etc on his own by the time he was 12. UNLESS you count the bourbon his father would feed him to sleep as a baby. what started off as social and partying as he grew older, became something much more ugly. his body didn’t just crave it, it NEEDED it to function by the time he was in his early twenties. it was easier to hide it then, all young and into a good time but it wouldn’t just last for weekends. he’d need a drink to get by mentally, and physically and became fully dependent. a depressant to match his mental illness.

WHO IS HE ?

he has a DEEP southern accent with a hard RASP that sounds as though he smokes a pack a day (because he does). 

despite graduating high school (i KNOW, believe it), he doesn’t have a vocabulary too wide and will use larger words incorrectly all the time.

can have a bit of an old grumpy man aesthetic, easily belligerent, even though he’s only in his 40s and can be charming as hell too (that smile!!!! ok!!! knows how to manipulate.)

he doesn’t trust the government at ALL and is a bit of a conspiracy theorist, despite collecting money from the government each week for unemployment. he refuses to pay taxes so only does jobs under the books. will go on a tangent about how the government is creating diseases, hiding aliens; eat the rich, etc... he also doesn’t trust cops at all, despite being picked up and taken home by them at least once a week.

grew up on rock and roll! had a band in the 80s where he could’ve SWORN they’d be rich and famous. long hair, tight pants, acting out - wannabe motley crue.

drives (ILLEGALLY) an old ford from the 70′s that somehow still works, after losing his license years ago from too many DWIs. 

i assume all of the town knows him as the town DRUNK. maybe it used to be funny back in the day, but now it’s just really SAD. he’s a nuisance. 

WHO DOES HE KNOW ?

y/c HIRED him for some odd jobs, must be under the table.

HIGH SCHOOL BUDDIES who also stayed around mapleview. they can be friendly, enemies now, distanced, a lot to do here.

a BROTHER / step (which i might submit to the main :))

a ONE-NIGHT stand

a GOOD INFLUENCE who tries their best to get him working towards something better. fair warning, this would 9.99/10 times not work.

where wells is the BAD INFLUENCE to y/c, convincing them to drink a ton, giving horrible advice when they’re in their most vulnerable state.

a STORE OWNER that has banned wells from entering their establishment due to a prior mishap.

a DEALER of all things wells shouldn’t, but does.

THE HILLS by the weeknd - a plot where these two are hooking up or together but only in secret. whether that’s because they’re in different socioeconomic classes, have a bad history, the other is cheating... they have to hide.

WHITE KNUCKLES - they’ve previously had a bar fight, are known enemies. could’ve been something said about his family, his past.

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There are moments where I remember who I am and what I’ve done, and the feeling gets caught in my throat and strangles me. But then I swallow.

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