Fever Dream

Vinehurst Mythology (Open)

Name: Lucas Hanson

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Occupation: Bar owner

Personality: A bit rough around the edges given his background. Lucas doesn't take crap from anyone and will happily knock you out for stepping out of line. With that said, he's tough, but fair. Given his progression, Lucas is quite comfortable interacting with the general crowd, though he has absolutely 0 patience for nonsense. Lucas' mind isn't easily changed, and that's led to failed relationships in the past. But does he care? No, not really.

Appearance: Approximately 6'2 with a strong build. His salt and pepper beard game is strong, every once in a while turning heads whenever he's out and about. Lucas has full sleeves with tattoos that are very symbolic to him, and he's happy to tell the stories if anyone is curious enough to inquire. Lucas' typical, everyday fashion? A t-shirt and jeans.

History: Born and raised into trouble, Lucas practically never caught a break. His parents lived in New York City at the time, raising him in Staten Island. Throughout his time there, he's been robbed, beat, you name it. Lucas had to grow up real quick in order to survive, something he figured out from experience as well as from the many sit-downs he had had with his parents.

The incident that broke the family was the death of Lucas' little sister, Lily. It happened when she was only 7 and Lucas was 13. They were walking down the road one moment and the next, gunfire broke through the air. Unfortunately, Lily caught 2 bullets, which was later discovered were not meant for her but she was a casualty nonetheless. From that point on, Lucas was never the same. His behavior took a turn for the worse, leaving his own parents terrified of him at some point. The kid was out of control, and no matter how many times he was thrown in jail, Lucas simply did not care.

But slowly, things improved a little bit. Lucas realized he couldn't continue heading down that same path. There's that, and the fact that he had to become a softy for his first girlfriend who didn't tolerate any BS from him. While the guy was not academically inclined, he had some wits about him and enjoyed doing manual labor as opposed to sitting in a college classroom.

How did Lucas end up in Vinehurst? Well, his elderly grandfather became sick and Lucas decided to move to town to be with him. He's lived there for 3 years now and is not in a hurry to go back to the city.

Vinehurst Mythology (Open)

Lucas Hanson

Name: Lucas Hanson

Age: 40

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Occupation: Bar owner

Personality: A bit rough around the edges given his background. Lucas doesn't take crap from anyone and will happily knock you out for stepping out of line. With that said, he's tough, but fair. Given his progression, Lucas is quite comfortable interacting with the general crowd, though he has absolutely 0 patience for nonsense. Lucas' mind isn't easily changed, and that's led to failed relationships in the past. But does he care? No, not really.

Appearance: Approximately 6'2 with a strong build. His salt and pepper beard game is strong, every once in a while turning heads whenever he's out and about. Lucas has full sleeves with tattoos that are very symbolic to him, and he's happy to tell the stories if anyone is curious enough to inquire. Lucas' typical, everyday fashion? A t-shirt and jeans.

History: Born and raised into trouble, Lucas practically never caught a break. His parents lived in New York City at the time, raising him in Staten Island. Throughout his time there, he's been robbed, beat, you name it. Lucas had to grow up real quick in order to survive, something he figured out from experience as well as from the many sit-downs he had had with his parents.

The incident that broke the family was the death of Lucas' little sister, Lily. It happened when she was only 7 and Lucas was 13. They were walking down the road one moment and the next, gunfire broke through the air. Unfortunately, Lily caught 2 bullets, which was later discovered were not meant for her but she was a casualty nonetheless. From that point on, Lucas was never the same. His behavior took a turn for the worse, leaving his own parents terrified of him at some point. The kid was out of control, and no matter how many times he was thrown in jail, Lucas simply did not care.

But slowly, things improved a little bit. Lucas realized he couldn't continue heading down that same path. There's that, and the fact that he had to become a softy for his first girlfriend who didn't tolerate any BS from him. While the guy was not academically inclined, he had some wits about him and enjoyed doing manual labor as opposed to sitting in a college classroom.

How did Lucas end up in Vinehurst? Well, his elderly grandfather became sick and Lucas decided to move to town to be with him. He's lived there for 3 years now and is not in a hurry to go back to the city.

I hope it's okay my guy has a troubled past also. He won't be an antagonist like Anthony unless he's pushed to that extreme.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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Amira silently chastised herself.

"Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work.

The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal.

"That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.

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"Yes, we can help!"

Amira went off after the both of them, quickly deciding against staying in that room for any second longer. The poor kid had a lot on his shoulders, and losing his sister was the absolute worst. Shew couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like; not that she had any siblings, but nonetheless losing a loved one you were close to was beyond horrible. Amira followed behind them at a quick pace, not wanting to idly stand by knowing that Will was going through his difficult moment. She wasn't entirely sold on the supernatural being responsible for these occurrences, but there had to be something more at play other than mere inconveniences that kept creeping up on people, herself included.

"Where are you going to start?" The girl adjusted her bag, still rushing after William. "You should make a plan rather than rushing in and getting involved in something like this."

Was she overstepping? Quite possibly, but Amira was concerned about Will. She didn't want to see him to get hurt, and she knew the guilt would kill her if she didn't at least try to reason with him.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

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As if on cue, the moment Amira stood up from her chair, she shivered from a sudden temperature drop. It was then she realized what the other kids were talking about because originally, she thought they'd gone bonkers. That, or they were all coming down with something, and the latter was very possible given that there was a good chance they ran into each other from time to time. But now that she had felt it too, she couldn't help but be drawn to the conversation that the others were having. Amira focused mainly on Will, who had practically garnered everyone's attention, or at least the attention of those nearby. For the young girl, their gathering almost seemed rehearsed. Ghost, strange noises, etc... Yes, it was an old building, but the thought of it being something other than what could logically be explained was a bit of a reach. Nonetheless, the idea piqued her curiosity. If they were indeed wrong, which is what more than likely would end up happening, then she'd just go on home.

She approached the group, taking a few steps to be closer to the door but not directly in front of it. As she wondered about the many possibilities that danced around in her head, a girl suggested they go watch a movie. Amira looked at her and noticed she had her in some of her classes. She didn't quite remember her name, but she would know of her if they were to otherwise describe her.

"This is like a movie, no?" she chimed in, deciding to throw in her two cents. "I think we have our own mystery right here in front of us."

Amira shrugged her shoulders and watched Will go down the steps a few moments later. As he would go on down, he would call out any updates letting them know he was alright. A small part of her wished something exciting would happen if only to break the monotony of another morning in the small town, but he kept on his way as if everything was alright. Amira then walked over to the wall adjacent to the door and leaned on it, taking out her phone to look at the time. She decided she would wait for Will to come back up despite having the others around. It was a bit silly, but Amira would have found it kind of rude of her to just leave without at least waving a goodbye.

What happened next left her shook.

Will called out for them liked a crazed man. Amira put her phone in her pocket while simultaneously pushing herself off of the wall. She peeked into the doorway before hurrying downstairs, her heart rate picking up with every step she took. So it seemed he was right after all.

Amira rushed alongside the others as Will guided them to a room. Once there, he explained the reason for his urgency. Amira remained silent, as if on a trance, when everything started to click in. She too had been unable to move forward with her summer plans. The first time it occurred, her aunt in the UK had told her she'd recently been on a weekend roundtrip for business and didn't have any issues with that same airline. But not Amira. She was the only one in the family that apparently couldn't get on a damn plane. Though now they apparently had an explanation, as bizarre as it seemed.

"I haven't been able to get a flight to the UK. I booked twice and both were cancelled without good reason..."

She eyed the room, suddenly feeling as if something would jump out to get them. She told herself it was simply her nerves, but she was having a very hard time believing herself.

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A sigh escaped her lips. Amira did not appreciate being stood up last minute, not when she had to leave the comfort of her home. Well, it wasn't so much leaving her house as it was having to get cleaned up and dressed to head out to meet someone in the first place. She reread the message again. Sorry can't make it mom is having car trouble. The girl bit her bottom lip, a tinge of guilt suddenly creeping up on her. Damien didn't exactly live in the wealthiest of families. In fact, him and his single mom were barely keeping their heads above water, so to speak. Amira had noticed that the senior boy had attempted to conceal just how poor he was a few times. But in a town such as Everbrook, that small detail wasn't easily overlooked.

It's okay, some other time! she wrote back before putting her phone away in her bag. She'd already made the drive, and Amira figured she might as well stay in the library for a bit. She could check out a few books, maybe scan through some magazines to catch the latest gossip based on the rich and the famous. Not that the tabloids reported factually accurate information, but nonetheless they made for a fun read. It was one of those guilty pleasures of hers, because every now and then, she needed a break and peel her eyes away from something other than the textbooks required by her classes.

Amira entered the library, noticing that quite a number of kids were already inside. She recognized the majority from school, and she knew the names of only a few of them. Either they were feeling studious to start off the summer break, or they didn't have any alternative plans. She figured it was the latter, not seeing any good reason to be there. Hell, she herself didn't have to be there at the moment, but that didn't stop her from staying. Amira eyed the No Food or Drink Beyond This Point sign, and she hurriedly placed her bottle in her bag. As she did so, she noticed an e-mail notification from her phone. She was curious, and reached for the device to read the message.

To say she was disappointed was an understatement. As she read through the e-mail, Amira tensed up; her grip on the phone tightening. The airlines had postponed her flight until further notice. The reasoning was extremely vague, something about traveling restrictions, and the girl was definitely not happy. She had been looking to visit her family for some time now, to go back to the city and see old friends she hadn't seen in a while. It was her time to get away, and the airlines were now telling her she wouldn't get to do that any time soon. Amira placed the phone back in her bag and decided to use a computer to log into her parents account for the airline. Maybe she'd get a better explanation, or at least be able to rebook for a later date. Not that she wanted to do that, but at that point she had no other choice.

The girl signed her name in the computer log before making her way to one of the stations. She didn't need to contact her parents as she was the one who had initially set up the account. Her parents were smart people, but never really bothered to become tech savvy. They had her to handle any technical matters that may arise. Amira placed her bag on the desk adjacent to the desktop and made herself comfortable on the seat. She was about to click open the browser when she was startled by a door shutting close very loudly from the other side of the library. Then, and just as loudly, another door or possibly the same one creaked open. Instinctively, Amira grabbed her bag and pushed back on the chair, trying to see what had created such noise.

"What the hell was that?" She stood up and took a few steps away from the desk.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

Whoops, that's what happens when you take a shortcut because the site won't generate the links for some reason.

All fixed now.

Everbrook: A Teenage Mystery RP

@Fever Dream BTW your fontmeme link is still broken. Might want to fix that.

@Kuro

Odd, it works alright on my end:



Does it appear broken to anyone else?