carterchxn

[carterchxn]

dude trust me *lying, manipulating*

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Lewis Tan in Netflix’s Bling Empire

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SEINFELD (1989–1998) — 9.04 | the blood

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She almost makes it too easy for Carter to spark up conversation; and instantly he flags her as someone that would likely open up to him about the town. All with a little buttering up, of course. "Does it match the unforgettable face?" A cheesy grin tugs at his lips as he makes himself comfortable in his chair, glancing up at her. She'd called him handsome. It was like music to his ears. Any more compliments and his head just might explode. "Aren't you just the charmer? Are you always this sweet to all your customers?" It wouldn't be difficult for him to turn his own charm on, roping her and admittedly all of Briar Ridge in, ultimately for his own gain. A weighted sigh escapes his lips as he offers a nonchalant shrug. "I only got to town last week, actually. Not sure how long I'll be here for, but for now, you'll see a little more of me. —I'm Carter," he offers a hand now, beaming up at her as a charming grin encompasses his features, something of a playful spark in his eyes now. "It is truly a pleasure to meet you."

LOCATION: Luther's Rare & Well Done

FOR: @carterchxn

Pulling out her order pad from a well maintained apron the cologne hit her first, the overwhelming smell of overpriced privilege and cardamom(?) - Ines was unsure if she was attracted or her olfactory senses were overwhelmed by a woody smell mixed with spice and the fry grease of luther's. It was not unfamiliar but it was still new enough she didn't know enough of the man who wore it having quite honestly never seen this man before in her life. Taking a moment she smoothed her apron, pushing a stray hair back collecting herself giving the stranger a smile. It didn't help that he was handsome and she'd been working since the breakfast shift. "That certainly is an unforgettable cologne. What can I get for you handsome - are you just passing through or are we going to see more of each other around town? In either case, I'm Ines its a pleasure to meet you. Pretty sure you've been in here before but we haven't spoken before"

#( — chatting with ✧ ) #ines montalvan

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Damn. She was almost too sweet to bother. A pang of guilt flickered within him as he shifted in his seat, knowing his ulterior motives lurked beneath his charming facade. That he might've just bothered someone who likely didn't deserve his deceit.. but nonetheless, he was in Briar Ridge for a good time, not a long time. It was time to get down to business. "You know, I've gotta say I've never encountered anyone who has ordered a strawberry milkshake with chocolate sauce.. I mean, it might just be the ultimate combination. Anyone ever told you you're a culinary genius?" " His smile radiated warmth, masking his underlying intentions, hoping not to intimidate her too much. 'You're too kind, thank you. But I actually have a beef burger and fries on the way. Word on the street is, they're also a winner here." Carter makes a point to scan the diner before returning his gaze to his newfound company with something of a smirk planted on his features. "A friend of mine owns the joint. Promise you can be honest about your reviews, though.. after all, this is my first time trying his food, too. I won't tell him where they came from."

river  sits  in  a  corner  booth  with  the  best  view  of  the  whole  restaurant.  two  booths  ahead  there  is  a  couple  in  a  heated  conversation.  from  where  river  is  sitting  she  can  see  his  back ,  her  face.  there’s  tension  in  the  air  from  the  feel  of  things.  the  sharp ,  jerky  twitch  of  his  shoulders ,  the  way  she’s  leaning  forwards  into  his  face  as  she  speaks ,  then  leaning  back  with  a  slump.  the  woman  looks  to  be  crying ,  whether  through  sorrow  or  anger ,  it’s  hard  to  tell.  certainly  not  happiness  though.  river  gets  snippets  of  their  conversation. she  tunes  in  to  the  whining  voice  of  a  young  man  with  no  escape ,  no  way  out  of  a  desperate  situation. it was pretty entertaining until her attention was thrown to someone else.

'  it's  pretty  packed  in  here  ,  huh  ? mind  if  i  join  ?  '

wide,  green  eyes  move  toward  the  voice  and  before  she  can  utter  out  a  single  sound ,  a  man  slides  into  the  booth  she's  been  occupying.  her  features  are  placid.  river  is  confused ,  but  she's  calm.  '  what  did  you  get  ?  does  it  taste  any  good ?  '  the  stranger's  confidence  is  stifling ,  river  thinks  as  she  watches  him  speak  as  if  they  knew  each  other.  maybe  he  knew  her  from  the  podcast  interviews  she  had  done  a  few  months  prior ;  it  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  something  like  this  happened because of those interviews. 

❛ ... well.  i ,  ah  ─ ❜  she  shifts  in  her  seat as she prepares to digest the conversation as it goes.  river points at the food she's ordered ,   ❛ i  got  a  milkshake ,  as  you  can  see.  strawberry with chocolate sauce ,  obviously.  a  small  plate  of  french fries , and  an  order  of  fried  pickles should be on its way shortly.  supposed  to  be  the  best  in  town as sworn by my roommate ─  would  you  like  any ? ❜  river  asks ,  politeness  never  failing. 

#( — chatting with ✧ ) #river walker

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—Wow. Briar Ridge real estate really fell short of his expectations. The quality, the square footage, the demand, the very value of the properties here did not measure up to what he was accustomed to. He'd attended a few opens for assessment purposes but admittedly, also with the intention of judging the capabilities of the current real estate agents in town. And, oh, did he judge. Today's property was no exception. For a space like this, with prime frontage and such significant open space.. this would be an easy win for him. Why in the hell weren't the agents on his ass as he roamed through the open? It would make for the perfect studio space...

He decided to shift his focus. Instead of wasting time on what he considered incompetent agents, he'd make a move on an interested party. Especially someone that seemed like a local. And the instant he spotted her, he knew she was the one. As she took it all in, completely immersed in what he could only believe she was imagining the space to be, he couldn't help but smirk. A smart agent would hone in on interest like that, but it wasn't his job. Casually manoeuvring towards her, noting that she appeared to be zoned out, it didn't take much effort to 'accidentally' bump into her. His hands instinctively reached out, lightly gripping her arms to steady her. "Sorry, my bad." A playful spark was present in his eyes now as he looked her over. And maybe, just maybe a tidbit of concern considering she did almost trip over. "You okay?"

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Valentina felt like she had been on her feet for hours. And in reality, she had. She'd been scouring the streets of Briar Ridge all morning, looking for spaces available for rent. She'd spoken to countless landlords, people who simply worked in the shops next to an available space, and just people she caught on the street, trying to do as much due diligence as possible on her hunt for a studio space. She wanted the perfect space and so far, nothing had come even remotely close to what she had had in mind. It was discouraging to say the least.

But, she was giving one last spot a shot. She'd heard about a vacant storefront on Pointsette Street where the owner was hosting a open-house of sorts, trying to attract buyers. Val didn't have enough cash saved up to actually buy a space yet, but she was hoping that if she liked the place enough and it met her criteria, that maybe she could convince the owner to strike a deal with them to rent the property instead. Heading into the open space, she glanced around, taking everything in. Truthfully, the space was a dream and she was so preoccupied with looking around her that she didn't look in front of her in time to stop herself from running into someone. "¡Mierda!!" she cursed as she nearly tripped over herself trying avoid the collision.

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I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You're too sweet for me

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Lewis Tan

via Instagram, 7.13.22

#( — are you telling me i'm not a pretty guy?! ✧ visage. )

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"Do you run the place, or?" It would be beneficial to him to run into the owner or manager. Nothing like having connections and ins with the people in town. If he was to execute his plan perfectly, which he definitely planned on doing, he would need to gain the trust of locals. "Sure. Always handy to know where, right?" Carter joked, unable to help the easy smile that now appeared on his features. He was all about energy, and the guy sure radiated the kind of energy that Carter liked having around. That nonchalant, confident attitude was just what he needed around him. Taking it as his cue to make himself comfortable, he sat down on the opposite lounge, crossing one leg over the other as he continued engaging in conversation with his newfound friend. "No kidding? Damn, I must have just missed out. Only got to town a few days ago, still trying to catch my bearings. Are we talking like a dance or fundraiser or something?"

Glancing upwards again at his phone screen, Levi blinked as he heard the questions that followed his words of caution. It really didn’t seem as if they knew about the event recently occurred there at the resort. His first hunch had him thinking they likely weren’t a local, and maybe a guest who had just recently checked in trying to find their way around the place. With the cleaning trucks and signs causing the obstruction from getting to his office for the time being, why not engage in conversation? He’d rather do that than keep aimlessly looking at job-related e-mails. “Not that I can complain much. They’re keeping me from having to get back to work right now.” He mused, crossing his arms in his seat. “And if you weren’t kidding, you asked the right person. I do know where some other bathrooms are if you were serious.” With all the obnoxious commotion, Levi couldn’t exactly blame the other guy for being curious either. “Yeah. The hotel just hosted an event this weekend. Was a big hit. — I’m guessing you weren’t around while it was going on?” 

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"Now, now, Genesis. No need to get your knickers in a twist. I'm just passing through, visiting old friends." Oh, boy, Carter couldn't help the excitement over their impending encounter. Honestly, conversations with those that held disdain for him really fuelled his fire. He lived for this shit. Moving to sip his tea, he couldn't help the amused smirk tugging at his lips, knowing just how low he was about to go. "Oh, I'm aware," he states nonchalantly placing the cup back down onto the table before resting his arm onto the backrest once more. "Such a shame, isn't it? You had the big wedding, the vows where you both proclaimed I do, the promises of forever.. and now you're here." Inspecting her with his gaze, he gave her a pointed look of pity. Fake pity of course. "Sitting and eating fries at your ex husband's diner.. I mean, they've written movies about this type of shit. You know, the one where the crazy stalker pines after the ex she never deserved. Oops, did I hit too close to home there, Bishop? Sorry, sorry, it's Ortiz now, isn't it?" A smile tugs at his lips, finding the entire interaction invigorating. Genesis had always seen right through him and, perhaps there was a part of him that felt insecure about that. Either way, it was perhaps a little refreshing not to have to disguise himself constantly. "Let's be honest, you were never nice to me. You liked to play pretend, just like you did in your marriage. Am I right?"

Although Genesis had initially given her ex a hard time about buying the diner, she had to admit that she had come around to the idea. Not only was it nice to have her meals discounted or comped entirely, but she loved knowing that Juliana would be able to grow up in a place that was so sentimental to her family.

With it's convenient location close to the salon, Genesis had made a habit of stopping by Luther's on lunch breaks, knowing that there would always be a booth with her name on it (literally and figuratively). As she picked away at the fries on her plate, the brunette scrolled through instagram, happy to enjoy an hour of alone time before she was due back at work.

Only just as she'd begun to relax, a familiarly irritating voice caused her to glance up from her phone. "This has to be an absolute joke. What the hell are you doing here and why does all of New York seem to be popping up in Briar Ridge??" Though she hadn't had time to deny him a seat, it seemed as though Carter wasn't really asking for permission. "In case you aren't aware, Cameron and I are no longer together. Which means I no longer need to be nice to you."

#( — chatting with ✧ ) #genesis ortiz #i am truly sorry in advance HAHAHAHAHA #omg

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"Doesn't it?" Carter leans back in his seat, making a point to scan the diner, taking in the bustling scene — and clearly ignoring the empty tables. With arched brows, he observes the various groups of people, his gaze soon drawn back to the striking green eyes before him. Damn, she was gorgeous. Carter couldn't deny the fact that he had an appreciation for beautiful people, but those eyes. Practically spellbound, he appeared to forget his train of thought. Suddenly, he was a fan of pickles. "Hm?" Jolted back to the present, Carter couldn't help but smirk as he slipped back into his overly confident demeanour. "Does it look like I do?" Something of a smug smirk tugs at his lips as he swirls the contents of his tea cup, adding, "Honestly, I just thought maybe you'd like a little company. Besides, I think it's clear I'm not a local and was hoping for someone to give me a breakdown of the town. You know, where to go and what not. But if you'd rather me leave you be.. I mean," Carter offers a casual shrug as he purses his lips some, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I'll probably be a little sad, but I'll accept it."

Maybe it was a bit much; the basket of fried pickles ( they were too good to pass up ), the club sandwich and fries with a milkshake to boot. But Noa hadn't expected company and for a stranger to be slipping in across from her immediately asking about everything she had set before her. Was she starving? No. This was her having a gluttonous moment. She'd been working extra hard lately and now with the masquerade in the history books Noa was celebrating a little. Green eyes searched around the foreign man across from her, "nah, it doesn't seem that packed." There were still some open tables. He was comfortable before she could even respond and when Noa looked him over she blushed. Only slightly, and only because it felt like a Hallmark movie coming to life. How often did a deadly handsome man join you in a meet cute moment? Instinctively, perhaps a little protectively, Noa's finger pulled her plate a little closer to herself when he leaned forward to look it over. "It's just a club sandwich and fries." She reached for a fried pickle and dipped it in the spicy ranch before popping it into her mouth. "Is this... a thing that you do? Do you need money for lunch or something?"

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LEWIS TAN

via Instagram (January 2024)

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"Only the number one tattoo artist in the country," he grinned, offering his hand to do an over the table bro hug. "How long's it been? You look great, honestly." If anything, Carter was an expert at diverting attention away from himself for too long by complimenting the other, using none other than his natural charm and overt confidence to distract them. "Just ordered one myself —I don't doubt it. We're talking about Cam here.. he doesn't do shit half assed." Lifting his cup to take another sip of his tea, Carter then settled comfortably back into the bench seat, casually draping his arm over the backrest. "Oh, man," he sighs, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know. It's been so long since I've seen your pretty face." Truthfully, he was excited to see him. They always did have a grand old time together, many a nights he will never forget. "—Kidding, not just that. Actually ran into Maika in New York, told me about Briar Ridge. Thought I'd come and check it all out, take a break from the city and.. hopefully my bro can squeeze me in for another tattoo before I leave?" Not a chance in hell he was giving Marcus, or anyone, a true idea of how long he was planning on staying. "You got your own studio here, right? Think you've got time for little ol' me?"

Many a night, Marcus visited Luther's for dinner. The family discount would tempt anyone to keep returning, but the food was the real reason anyone was here. The meat was mouth-wateringly good, and the sides were worth the extra cardio. Truly, Marcus would come here post-gym and order the biggest plate. He had been gone for the last six months, and he missed the place. A voice pulled him from his plate, and he glanced over. Shit. It was Carter. What was he doing here? Marcus grinned and sipped his soda as the other man made his presence known. "You already have," Marcus mumbled through laughter. The other man might annoy some but Marcus was amused by him. His energy was refreshing. "A big ass steak, fries, some greens, and corn." He hiccuped and then lifted his fork to continue eating. "It's fucking amazing." Marcus then paused and narrowed his eyes at Carter. "Nevermind fucking food -- what are you doing here?"

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LEWIS TAN Milan Fashion Week (September, 2021)

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Checking out the local real estate was of significant importance to Carter. You know, scope out the area, the activities, the local competition.. and Paradise Point resort seemed like a great place to start. After all it had, according to his research, recently been the host location for a masquerade that hit it off with the locals. If he was going to make money, he needed to know the people, and what the town needed. Just as he was about to sneak into a double doored room, he was stopped right in his tracks by an unfamiliar voice. "Oh?" Carter replied, instantly turning on his confused act as he turned to face said voice. He studied the man's face, and decided that he seemed busy enough not to realise what Carter was trying to do. "Damn, so the bathroom's not that way?" His gaze then flitted over to the bathroom sign behind them both, instantly realising that was a stupid thing to say. It was better to use the truth, and manipulate it a little. "Kidding.. was kinda hoping to sneak in and take a look at what all the fuss is about back there. They have something on, or?"

location: paradise point resort open starter: ( capping at 4 max )

The success of the Masquerade hosted by Paradise Point had displayed a soaring increase in numbers, just as intended. Yet, it also meant more work had been piling up onto his desk, and unfortunately as a result, lunch breaks had to be cut shorter than usual for the time being. Now back onto the resort campus heading in the direction of the offices, Levi realized his tracks were cut short, the path blocked as the ballroom was currently under a deep clean-out from the recent event. Of course. With a sigh, he took a seat in a lounge area, deciding to start going through work messages on his phone. Hearing footsteps nearing closer, he glanced upwards momentarily. “I wouldn’t go that way.” Levi remarked, nodding towards the signs the clean up crews had put out. “It’s blocked right now.”

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LOCATION: Luther's Rare and Well Done WHEN: Sunday, just before midday FOR: Open (capping at 4)

It was something of a metaphor, really. Sitting down at a random table that was already occupied with a cup of tea, looking for tea. He really could have begun his search for intel on the town anywhere, but what better way than to start in his eyes than at the local diner, owned and operated by Cameron Bishop. There was the benefit of having a connection with the owner, and the fact that it was hella busy and full of locals. Not busy enough that he couldn't get his own table, but.. what good would that do? "It's pretty packed in here, huh? Mind if I join?" In typical Carter fashion, he didn't even wait for a response as he casually slid into the booth, took a deliberate sip of his tea, and then rested the cup on the table, completely unfazed. "What did you get?" He asks, leaning forward to inspect their plate before shifting his gaze to meet theirs. "Does it taste as good as it looks?"

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[carterchxn]

dude trust me *lying, manipulating*

Task One.

Full Name: Carter Hàorán Chén

Age & Birthday: 35 years old, August 17th, 1988

Zodiac: Leo sun☀︎ Sagittarius moon ☾ Gemini Rising ➶

Occupation: Realtor/Property Developer.. (and secret owner of Starry Skies Drive In)

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: he/him, cis male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hometown & length of time in Briar Ridge: New York City & has lived in Briar Ridge for a week

Neighborhood: Beach Front, in a penthouse apartment overlooking the water

Personality Traits: curious, charming, intimidating, playful, confident, determined, meticulous, risk-taker, adaptable, manipulative.

✍︎ Penned by: Tee

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New to Briar Ridge, Carter stands out with his opulent attire and designer jewellery, clearly distinguishing himself as a newcomer. However, beneath his polished exterior lies a man with dubious intentions and a hidden agenda. Born and bred in the Upper East Side to a tycoon father who owns one of the biggest rea estate agencies in New York, and a socialite mother more invested in appearances than her own children's happiness, it's no wonder Carter is in town with complete disregard for others' opinions and only self-serving motives. Known as a party boy in New York, he has spent the last few years trying to impress his father by building a name for himself in the real estate world, and his intentions in Briar Ridge are no different. Inheriting land from his late, estranged grandfather, which houses the town's beloved Starry Skies Drive In, Carter discreetly as possible moves to town almost undercover, knowing it's better to gain intel and information under the guise of a tourist as opposed to a real estate agent. He knows his intentions will likely upset locals, particularly in a tight-knit community such as this one, and he understands the need to gather information covertly before revealing his true agenda to tear down the drive in, and build property that will rake in multi millions. But, will the very faint memories of Briar Ridge from his early childhood visits ignite dormant sentimental feelings within him, potentially derailing his secret operation?!

headcanons

Does not leave the house without a hefty amount of cologne, and is always overdressed in every situation.

Has practised martial arts since he was young, and will often be seen running around Briar Ridge, too.

Owns more cashmere sweaters and suits than the entire town collectively.

Never wears shoes in his apartment, or other people's places, as he believes it brings bad luck into the home.

Fluent in Mandarin and Cantonese.

Likes to cook.

Hates coffee. Hates the smell of coffee. Don't even mention the word. He's a tea man.

#( — i want to be good; life's just not letting me ✧ story. ) #briar ridge task