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I'm sooo late but Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️

I will be moving to a different blog soon, maybe today, maybe next month, who knows. I'll let you know and will follow everyone from the new one. Just a little heads up, sorry for the inconvenience and for being so quiet 🙈

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//def alive and willing to be active, just sick again.

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Maybe he should loosen up a bit? Relax, lend an ear. Stop analyzing everything around him for one evening and just... go with the flow, whatever that meant. Dom clearly didn't need advice and could figure out things himself, and Zach's company was just enough. No more booze-won't-help-you-like wisdom tonight, then.

Zach offered a nod; he could relate to that statement since he was pretty stubborn himself. The only reason he wouldn't mind being excluded was that he didn't really care about being a part of anything in the first place. "Especially when they're profoundly dumber," he replied only half-jokingly.

"It's not like you wanna convince them they made a mistake, though." He grinned and raised the glass to his lips again. "So maybe it's this... trash taking itself out thing and all that shit. Sounds good to me."

Domino, by no means, relied on alcohol or drugs as a crutch. His worst vice was sins of the flesh, but he managed to turn that into a relatively lucrative business opportunity, so he'd call that a win. He had a way of taking the lemons life gave him and making margaritas. The last couple of days, however, the lemons had been particularly sour. He was having a difficult time, but he would get there.

Dom didn't notice when Zach tensed to the touch. He was a tactile sort of person and tended to forget that a lot of people didn't like unprompted touch. This was particularly forgotten when he was at this level of inebriation. He just grinned unevenly at the other man.

"Huh... interesting perspective. but I don't like people making decisions for me. I guess I'm stubborn like that, you know?"

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Seeing that the man decided to open the coffee shop again and let him in, Zach almost sighed with relief. It was written all over his face, actually. He muttered a quick "Thanks" as he stepped inside hurriedly, and even though he never felt comfortable around strangers, now he seemed to forget about it completely.

Zach felt his muscles relax, a tension he wasn't even aware of, and let all air out of his lungs in a loud sigh. He owed this man one. The fact that they couldn't peek inside only irritated the men outside the building even more, but that was their problem. His was pretty much solved. "I'm not; my parents are," he explained, fixing his hair. "Anne and Noah Sanders." He never watched their movies, though, so he wouldn't be able to name any of them. "Sometimes they get bored like this, though."

The people coming up behind the man came closer, now even filming him with their phones. If Lian didn't help him, he might have to keep running away from them until he found a suitable way to escape them for good. It would be easier if he actually put him in the coffee shop for a while and waited until they had given up chasing him.

It wasn't a decision Lian was very happy to make, but he felt sorry for the stranger, so he let out a sigh, turned back to the door lock and turned the key to let him in.

"Alright... I think I can stay a few more minutes." When the man had entered, Lian followed him in and quickly locked the door again. If he hadn't, the pushy mob would probably have followed them inside the café. How annoying.

"So…uh..." After closing the blinds, he turned to the stranger. "Why are you being followed...? I'm sorry, but... if you're famous, I don't recognize you."

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//updated my rules page since I copy and paste it on my blogs. you've seen it once, you know what's there, but I'm posting this update anyway.

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To say that he wasn't a fan of big parties like this one was a huge understatement. Another award night he had to attend (or more like "was dragged to" by his brother) for support, even though last time he had promised himself that would be the last time. Everything was going smoothly until his mother's status changed from "nominee" to "winner" because, much as he was proud of her and happy that her hard work paid off, he also knew that the afterparty would be much worse. A bit selfish of him to think about that in such terms, wasn't it?

And he wasn't wrong. He tried his best to focus on the three familiar faces of his brother and their parents, ignoring the rest of the guests as they approached to congratulate Anne, but they all soon split up, and Zach had to survive the night on his own. Celebrities with their dates, all the rich and famous people whose presence didn't necessarily overwhelm him; he didn't enjoy crowds, but it was acceptable as long as he didn't have to talk to anyone. And damn, did these people like to talk. Anything could be an ice-breaker if you're extraverted enough.

He needed a break. Despite not being much of a drinker, Zach got himself a Martini and headed outside to catch some fresh air. Just two more hours and he could go home. One, if he was lucky. Only muffled sounds of music and conversations reached his ears as he was sipping on his drink, and he even came up with a perfect plan of buying his twin a blue wig so he wouldn't have to come to such parties ever again.

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Sipping on his drink, Zach watched the other man curiously. Would his method work or not? Sometimes, a simple distraction was all one needed to regain strength, look at a problem from a different point of view, get stuff off their chest, and feel a tad lighter. As long as no big decisions were made under the influence, this way of dealing with stress seemed to work for people, so maybe Dom was right.

Zach tensed a bit at the pat on his back; his usual and kind of automatic reaction to unexpected touch. "Alright, this makes sense," he said with a hint of a smile, as his muscles relaxed again. "Kinda relieving to hear that."

He took a drink and sat there quietly for a moment, thinking whether he should or shouldn't share this thought that just came into his slightly intoxicated mind. Finally, the decision was made, and he spoke again. "You know, it's gonna sound lame as fuck, but being counted out sounds better than doing it yourself. A conscious decision of not participating in any of it," he said, with a random wave of his hand.

Domino has long lost count of how many drinks he's actually slammed back. He's not usually this sloppy. He likes to party, sure, but he usually knows when to stop. He's usually a lot more fun, not just hanging on the bar shooting whiskey and lamenting. Even if this isn't really lamenting, he feels it in his heart.

"Yup, yup, that's correct-o!" He says, punctuating the affirmation with a point to the air like adding an exclamation point. At the question, though, Dom turns slowly on his stool and looks confusedly at the other man before barking a laugh and patting Zach generously on the back. "'Course I don't think it's going to help. This is just a distraction. Shit'll get better, sure, but I think I deserve to take a dip under the water sometimes when I'm drowning. Ya know?"

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Thank God the man noticed him and stopped. He wasn't in the best mood to deal with people like them right now, even if it only meant ignoring them. That's exactly why he had chosen a different path in life – to get away from everyone's attention and lead a normal, boring life.

Zach looked at the merry group, as three more people joined them, and wondered if he should be flattered or scared. He was disappointed, that for sure. "I know, I'm sorry, but I just wanna hide for a second," he pleaded, his eyes back on the stranger. "Won't cause any trouble, promise." Of course, they would give up and walk away. They always did. They just needed a bit of help to understand that.

Lian saw the stranger out of the corner of his eye as he rushed over and waved to him. Just as he had locked the door, he turned towards him and kept his hand on the key.

His boss had instructed him to lock the door at the appropriate time and not to let anyone in. But now he was looking into the face of a man who obviously seemed quite distressed. Then Lian spotted the obviously curious mob approaching him. Paparazzi? Was the guy a star or something? He didn't recognize him, but that didn't mean anything.

"I'm sorry, we're already closed. Are you… Are you on the run?"

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“Did you come up with that yourself?”

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It would be his third drink, which, in Zach's case, counted as a night of heavy drinking. Not that he didn't like alcohol, far from it. He simply didn't enjoy the feeling of one drink too many so chose to stay blissfully tipsy. However, the other man clearly did not care about the hangover that would inevitably come the next morning, and the more he listened to him, the more he understood why.

Still, that didn't stop him from being that annoyingly reasonable one, and his comment would either make the man get another drink or he wouldn't even care anymore. Zach wasn't sure which one it would be. "There's always a silver lining. Hope you don't think it's gonna help, do ya," he asked, pointing at the glass with his chin.

@reevezs got bury me face down by grandson & domino

Domino is three sheets to the wind already. Somebody should have probably cut him off some time ago, yet here he is, nursing his nth drink and blinking unevenly as he talks the ear off of the guy seated on the stool next to him. He gestures for the blue-haired man's refill then tips his glass back, dribbling a bit of the booze down his neck which he sloppily wipes up.

He levels his gaze at the other man, at least as best he can, and offers him an inebriated smile. "I've been counted out, ya know? Left for dead. But somehow... someway, I'm'a keep chuggin' along." He nods his head, finishes the liquor in his glass with a heaved sigh, and braces himself on the bar, nodding with a sense of finality. No matter what, he can always look to the bright side. Even if everything feels like it's crushing in all around him. "It's gonna be alright."

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if I go a day without listening to music I turn into dust

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Running errands could be painless or a pain in the ass, depending on how swiftly it went. Sometimes the universe seemed to be doing its best to turn it into the latter, especially when everything lined up with his parents' busy schedule. Fresh rumors involving either of them? Zach knew they would dig him up again and ask questions, no matter how fruitless their previous attempts had been.

It wouldn't be any different this time. He was on his way home when a small group of those nosey hyenas appeared out of nowhere. One of them had their questions ready, the other two were armed with cameras. He scanned his surroundings, looking for a place to hide. Anything, just so he didn't have to confront the paps, he had no patience for them today. Finally, his eyes landed on a coffee shop that looked promising, until he noticed a man closing it for the night, at least. Walking faster, Zach waved at him to catch his attention until he reached the coffee shop's door. "Hey, wait! Could you wait a second?"

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moved to @reevezs

                                            / annoyed at first sight ; 

“  hello! I’m Art and this is an indie blog for my original character; an introverted game programmer from New York, whose earliest memory is being chased by paparazzi whenever his parents took him and his twin brother somewhere to spend time together.

This is an indie version of Zach, who is a character from ByeNYCfm rpg — shameless promo here, it's awesome. Everything on this blog precedes the events from the group, so his older version won’t be available here, as well as zombie/post-apo AUs, given the group's plot.

please, read the rules before interacting. minors DNI. 

follows from @skyler-bane. // using beta editor.

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basics.

general information.

full name zach reeve sanders

nicknames rio - mostly for his brother

preffered name zach

age 29

date of birth april 21, 1994

place of birth new york, us

zodiac taurus

gender male

nationality american

religion atheist

orientation pansexual

physical attributes.

face claim evan peters

voice claim evan peters

height 5'11

weight 175 lbs

build fit/athletic, lean

exercise habits regular workouts

allergies bullshit none

hair color brown, dyes it electric blue

hairstyle shoulder length; half buns, half ponys, manbun

eye color brown

glasses/contacts no

dominant hand right

tattoos none

piercings right ear

outfit/clothing style everything retro; 90% of hoodies and t-shirts he owns is video games merch, light blue jeans, basketball sneakers (he has a favorite pair of adidas attitude hi's)

jewelry/accessories leather cuffs on one arm and colorful bracelets on the other, silver hoop/tiny diamond stud earring

background information.

hometown new york, us

current residence new york, us

spoken languages english, spanish, korean, japanese, german, french

driver's license yes

occupation video game developer

familial information.

relationship status single

mother anne sanders

father noah sanders

siblings eric sanders - twin brother

children n/a

pets blue heeler named doom slayer

personality.

positive traits intelligent, ambitious, independent, down-to-earth

negative traits stubborn, aloof, cynical, socially inept

likes music, video games, hikes with doom

dislikes crowds, surprises, unprompted touch

moral alignment true neutral

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