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zachlevy​:

Zach was pretty sure he wasn’t nearly drunk enough to make this up even if he tried. He kept holding the guitar above his shoulder, frowning cautiously as he tried to assess the entire situation. Maybe, if he hadn’t been caught so ridiculously off guard and in a goddamn towel, he would’ve been able to think of a better plan but, alas! “What the fuck, man? You’re just… standing there drinking… tea? Where the hell did the tea even come from?” Of all the things playing right in front of his eyes, Zach had to admit, the tea was the most perplexing. Zach wasn’t even entertaining the fact that this man seemed to know who he was, too, or at least an idea, when he had no clue of who he was. If only to make himself feel a little better about this entire scenario, he moved to grab the shirt on his bed to cover himself while Betty kept her guard, pulling his phone in case he needed to call a 5150 - code for a mentally ill person who could be harm for themselves or others. “Well, I didn’t pick the curtains. It’s a motel, what do you expect?” It was ridiculous that he was getting defensive, too, when he didn’t really care about the room or its 60s kitsch decor. “A librarian. Right.” His brows lifted at the name. “Well, that’s a new one.” Now that he was somewhat dressed, Zach turned to the intruder, arms crossed. “Betty, down.” And the dog immediately did as told. “I’m not sure why I’m offended about that because I don’t want anyone to pick my room to rob anything in it but still, ouch. And alright, uh, Seven, was it? Do you need me to call anyone to come get you? Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Zach wasn’t even sure if the guy knew what year it was! Even if he was pretty pissed off still, and a little scared, to be honest, the firefighter in him was still his sounding board. He needed to make sure this guy was okay, at least, and if anything, he needed to make sure he wasn’t about to just go on breaking into other people’s rooms or worst. 

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“I brought the tea with me, of course, where else would it come from?”, Seven replied with a little shrug as if the answer was obvious enough. He took another sip more calmly as the other seemed to be no real threat to his wellbeing, but he was still looking suspiciously at the dog that didn’t seem to back down unless its owner told it so. “Oh, I know motels don’t have the best decoration, trust me, I have personally offered to redecorate here, but the person at the front desk apparently didn’t take well when I called them a ´tasteless moron´, so... their loss, I guess”, Seven shrugged before taking the last sip of his tea. “You think my name is odd? Because---”, and he was about to throw a fit, but his name was IN FACT VERY WEIRD, “---well, no, you are right, it is a strange name, but one that you will certainly never forget”, the librarian added with a playful little smirk. As soon as the dog was calmed down. Seven’s muscles relaxed and he managed to lean more comfortably against the wall and place the cup and plate on top of the closest surface. He dusted off his the vest of his three-pieced-suit and looked up again at the firefighter. “No, I live alone and I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much, handsome man”, he replied and started walking around the room with eyes looking at every disgusting detail of it.   Terrible decoration, just terrible, really.   “I was going for a little walk under the moon when suddenly I appeared right here”, he commented as if it was the most common thing. “Do you have a car, though? Because if you do, I would certainly appreciate a ride home”, Seven said, “if not that is alright, I can grab a cab. I haven’t heard your name, though and I guess I should apologize for interrupting your shower so abruptly and I should apologize to your pet as well for interrupting her night, so I’m sorry”.

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A decent meal is what he deserved every now and then, because the dubious food he would find in his trips would not only taste gruesomely, but also make him sick most of the times, he was still surprised he hadn’t died just yet. Cheap black tea rested on his table next to a order of pancakes and a slice of pumpkin pie ---one gotta take the chance while it is still in season! Seven watched the struggle of the man upon arriving and with a little shake of his head a little smile, he turned his head towards him.

“Hey, doc! Over here!”, Seven called to Colton, “please ignore the lack of manners from the locals”, he commented, “I am not near to be done, but I hope you don’t mind sharing the space, hm?”

Colton griped his crutch tightly, as he made his way into the cafe. It was busy, granted it was lunch time so Colton should’ve of known better. He glanced around the cafe, hoping he found a seat close to the door before he looked up at the menu. Colton knew what he wanted, he ordered the same thing all the time. Burger and Fries, with a black coffee. But only ate fries, and drank the coffee.

Colton breathed a sigh as he spotted a table opening up, as a young couple got up to leave. He made his way slowly over to the table, his leg causing grief today than normal. Colton almost made to the table, when another person slid into the vacated seat instead.  Colton sighed as he shifted back a little as he looked around the cafe, hoping the something else would open up. 

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zachlevy​:

Having his phone’s volume on max as he sang his fucking heart out in the shower perhaps defeated the purpose of Betty’s barking at the intruder who Zach almost completely missed until after exiting the bathroom of his hotel room with his hair still dripping wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. There was his pit bull barking a guy wearing some sort of… grandpa-looking outfit while holding a cup of tea. Tea! Saucer and everything! He didn’t know what to do or make of it. Zach moved quickly, trying to find something, anything he could use to defend himself and making no signal for Betty to ease her guard, moving quickly across the room which only made him trip with the towel. It was okay, though, as he recovered, he was able to grab the neck of his guitar and held it like a baseball bat. Anything could be used as a weapon if swung the right way. “’the fuck are you and how did you get in this room?” Zach blurted then, trying to recover himself. “This isn’t a joke, bud! I can get you in real trouble. What do you want?”

The following sequence was a complete chaos; the door of the bathroom opened showing a half naked guy ( which Seven took his little time to appreciate ), but all possible charm was absolutely gone when this man tripped on the towel and even in his precarious situation, the librarian did nothing but to roll his eyes and take a sip of his tea, for the dog was getting on his nerves. He was being threatened by a dog and a murderous guitar now, fantastic, still, once he could lay his eyes on the other properly, a realization of the strangers identity hit him, “Oh, my! Aren’t you the new firefighter? I have heard about you around, a group of schoolgirls where swooning the other day at the bookstore”, Seven replied calmly with a little chuckle before addressing the questions thrown his way. “Me? In your room?”, the librarian feigned dementia as he looked around, “Oh! Of course, of course. You see... I have no idea!”, Seven grinned, “now PLEASE, can you tell Lassie to move back? It is getting on my nerves and my tea is almost over”, he huffed. “Trust me, the only thing that I want is to get out of here, those curtains are insulting my eyesight and I might throw up if I don’t get out as soon as possible, yeah? I am a simple librarian, you see? Seven Ace, that’s my name, don’t waste it”, the man added. “Honestly, what do you think I would do dressed like this in a motel room? Rob you? What would I even rob from here? And I don’t even fancy dogs that much so if I were to do anything, your room would be the last one I would pick”.

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“-----Let me tell you that this is completely and unnecessarily loud”, Seven replied rather calmly at the animal’s barking although he was secretly panicking on the insides as he held his porcelain cup of tea and the plate with both hands. It was his fault... technically... he was in the book store when one of his... episodes hit and suddenly he was in this room of what seemed to be a motel. Honestly, he just wanted to leave, but the dog was making his escape harder than intended.

@zachlevy​

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“Maybe changing that look on your face would be the first step, please and thank you”, Seven announced with arched brows and a huff as he sipped from his little tea cup ( an oddity considering he came right from outside ). The hybrid made it inside as the rest of the words from the other reached him, “Stephen King? Oh, please, I have no need for that and you know it; it is horrific enough in here”, he remarked pointing at his head as he dropped his things loudly on the counter. “You seem awfully cheerful today, who peed on your breakfast, darling?”, Seven grinned hopping on the counter to sit down.

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HOLDEN FLIPS THROUGH the pages of the recent novel he had picked up to read, mind focused solely on the words of the page, when the door of his bookstore opens and the vague sound of someone’s thoughts slips through his mind before he shoves it away. Removing himself from the comfortable way he was sitting, Holden soon finds the costumer. “ Oh, hello. ” A tight lipped but polite smile on his face. “ What can I do for you today ? And please don’t tell me you’re looking for the new Stephen King book — I swear that’s all people read these days. ”

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❛ ☆ › david corenswet & he/they / male ‷ watch out , seven ace winslet has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 26 years old and celebrate their birthday on February 16th . they are from Roseburg, Oregon, have lived in roswell for 2 years and are currently working as librarian (Out of This World). one thing you should know about them is he likes to narrate book pages by memory ‷

Mathilda Winslet was the most renowned witch of Roseburg, Oregon ( and probably the only one ), but honestly she was a fraud, she tricked her customers with premade readings and generic guesses, oh and you can thank her sneaky child Seven, for the occasional accurate guess ( she would send the little one to go spy on people ).

Born from a man with no name; Mathilda would always refer to him as "your father", "my dear love", "that beautiful man" but never names. Seven grew up with an imaginary image of a man described as "the most elegant and handsome young man you'd ever meet". He was told his old man was English and absolutely out of this world, that he had a thick accent and his clothes remained forever impeccable. Seven Ace never gave much of a thought to this man he had never met, but his mother --oh, his poor mother-- she would fake an English accent all throughout Seven's childhood for the simple need of making of her son quite a decent descendant of the tall and handsome English man.

Failed gymnast due a hereditary defect in her knees, Mathilda threw her son into the same fraudulent career + theater + improv. Poor kid, he could barely hold on to school, his mother’s job and the amount of hobbies he spent the afternoon in.

Growing into lie and deceit caused Seven to absorb it like a nutrient, turning him into a master of manipulation and lies. He was 13 when they were at home ( a cozy place closer to the woods than the actual town ), it was late at night, Mathilda had went downstairs for a glass of water and she didn’t notice one of their cats was sleeping on the steps of the stairs. She tripped and rolled downstairs and upon raising her head, she watched an odd... thing. One could call it some kind of rift, it was causing a wild wind inside the house and nobody knows what exactly the woman saw, but her eyes remained stuck towards the otherworldy gate for 7 minutes in front of her until darkness engulfed her and she went unconscious.

That was only the beginning; Mathilda closed her psychic business and focused a 100% in her weird experience, trying to recreate it, thinking it was her beloved, trying to reach back to her. Using her savings and canned food, she managed to keep her son and herself afloat for a couple of years, but even Seven started to get tired of her weird obsession that most likely was nothing.

Things change when Seven is almost 18 ( thank, gods ) and one night he hears the door slam open, causing him to wake up. Sneaking skills are used thinking it might be a wild animal or an intruder, but instead, he sees his mother walk out on her nightgown towards the woods. A storm is hitting the town. He calls for her, tries to reach for her, but a thunder strikes between them, throwing him back in a frightened jump as his mother stands at the entrance of the woods and when she turns briefly to him, he can see her smile and vocalize: “it is him” and she goes in.         She was never seen again.

But Mathilda’s obsession not only wore her down, it also wore her son down and even infected him as well. He became obsessive, he stopped sleeping, he could… he could even hear his mother’s voice calling from the the walls, he just wanted to find her.

Seven always felt there was something off about him. He would fall asleep in his bed and wake up laying on the floor of the local grocery store or he would go to the bathroom, but opening the door would, instead, lead to the kitchen or the living room, or his mother’s room! He even started to medicate believing his mother’s tragedy had done nothing good with his head, Meds were not ideal, they would kill down his spirit and wouldn’t allow him to hold to a job, so he exchanged pills for tea, finding that some of them could keep him calm and grounded.

Seven is 19 and he is ALONE in a forever shifting old home near the woods so he starts researching throughout his mother’s documents and things; he stumbles against a journal and all of it is savagely written with notes that make no sense whatsoever, somehing about dimensions, portals and similar things. Something tickled inside him and before he knew it, he was being pulled towards the nearest wall by an unseen energy. The surface of the wall distorted into a vortex and like that, he is gone as well.

He spent the next 6 years hopping without control between his home dimension to other ones; some of these were just parallel ones without many changes but others... oh, boy; no one would ever be ready for the Lovecraftian horrors and apparitions that Seven had to share space with for so many years, in and out. Of course you can tell all these experiences left him... touched.

Severe trauma and nightmares affected him even while he was in his original dimension and he developed an eccentric behavior and an uncontrollable habit to suddenly vanish in thin air, just to be dragged back into another realm of horrors.    He never spoke a word about it, though.

The terror has planted its seeds deep in his brain, but also there is this weird sensation of otherness; since he came out of his long trip that lasted years, there was this weird feeling, this… HUNCH that he actually never left, that something else stole his shape and conscience and walked out instead of him, that a seven-eyed beast is nesting inside his body while he remains tortured and lost in an eternal dream…

                                 But maybe he has been drinking just too much lavender tea. 

                                                            Maybe he is just crazy.

He moved to Roswell upon hearing the rumors of strange things happening in there and in fact, since he moved out of his mother’s house, he has been feeling better, he has travelling less and his mind feels a little more at ease, but the sudden dimensional blinks still haunt him and probably always will, but worry not! Seven has learned to accept and embrace these weird things in an attempt to save his brain from entirely shutting down, even if that means he will lose himself completely at some point.

As one of the librarians, Seven is loud and sometimes obnoxious, holds an incredible memory and will recite entire pages of his favorite books. Eccentric and intriguing, he is someone you’d either love or hate to encounter. Seems to know everything about everyone in this little old town. Roswell’s own Cheshire Cat, an enigmatic creature with an immense knowledge about the town’s affairs ( most likely due him snooping into historical papers and townsfolk’s files ). Still, he may be your local gossipy neighbor.

RANDOM FACTS:

His name is a wordplay of Seven Eyes, alluring to his weird situation regarding his powers.

Dresses in almost vintage clothing only, from 40′s to 60′s

Still practices gymnastics in his free time.

Lives at Greystone Complex and has a constant fear of sending the entire complex into a neverending trip.

He might lie just... because.

English accent but has never been to the UK whatsoever.

Chaotic energy af.

Still lives in his mom’s house, the neon signs of her old business still remain on at nights.

Doesn’t like pronouns whatsoever, refer to him with any of his names, otherwise he will get pouty. He feels he has barely an identity, so simple pronouns instead of his name make him feel like the person is stripping them out of the remaining self Seven has (feel free to use he/they pronouns when writing tho).

PINTEREST

TL;DR: Hybrid man cannot control the dimensional doors he opens and keeps being sucked into them making him experience Lovecraftian horrors almost every day. Obnoxious and surprisingly wise, he is Roswell’s librarian and knows a lot of stuff about people bc he is hella nosy.

CONNECTIONS:

Neighbors

Regular clients

Someone that witnessed him disappear into a rift

Someone who found him all weak and shaking after a week-long-trip or smthn.

He is a versatile character so anything goes!