mickilennial

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

@Gunther Only a slight age gap, and given its quite a smaller town there's probably less distinctions between Seniors and Sophomores in terms of friends groups. I guess it would depend on how tolerable Jennifer is toward Hailee's... temperament. Personally, I'm not sure Hailee would particularly care for hanging around Jennifer, though.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Graves Residence; Front Yard}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: N/A

This wasn’t exactly what Hailee Graves expected.

In normal circumstances, she’d be in class, finishing up her senior year until June finally eclipsed Huddeen. Instead of being bored in her first class of the morning, however, she was stuck at home thinking. Her mother had gone out with her brother, to run some supplies to some families further away from the town center then they were. Because that’s what they were now. Survivors.

“Don’t go into town alone.” She muttered, throwing a baseball in the air as she sat on a bench outside, “Don’t get grabbed. No shit, Mom.”

She rolled her eyes as her hand swiped the ball out of the air.

She could be left alone at home, but she couldn’t go anywhere–especially not into town–by herself. A restriction her good old, totally always present, always reliable mother couldn’t really enforce but one Lee didn’t exactly have the moxie to challenge either. The warnings sounded eerily like the ones when she and a bunch of other kids went to the city for a concert. A small indie rock show. Though, this time the creepers were creepers. In stories like this, not that she read those kinds of stories, the mechanics and mythology of the monsters didn’t always make sense and sometimes they weren’t explained in the first place. At the end of the day, if she had to deal with a creep, she had a good softball bat at her feet if need be.

Creeps. Yeah, that was a name that could work. Felt less absurd than “zombie” or whatever. That’s what she’d call them.

“See one. Aim for the head.” She thought out loud as she threw the baseball up in the air again. “If they even come around.”

At least she wouldn’t have to deal with her mom teaching 12th Grade English & Literature again. Having your mom as one of your teachers sucked. Though, having her as a survivor might’ve been worse. Whatever. Not like she could do anything about it.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

holly and lee be like:

@Kuro

Not anymore, at least. 😏

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

We be doing some swapping and reshuffles.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

@Morgannis@Theyra@Gunther

I will be discussing your CSes today with Micki and hopefully get this roleplay started later this afternoon.

@Kuro

I get home from work around 10:30.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

@mickilennial Gowi?

@Gunther

What kind of RP mood are you in?

I'd just like the confidence and energy to write again.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

T H E G R A V E S F A M I L Y
T H E G R A V E S F A M I L Y

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When Huddeen was small, Rutherford Graves – a veteran of the American Civil War – deciding to start a new page of his life far away from what he had become accustomed to. Through time he became the face of law and order in the New Hampshire township. It is through those roots that the Graves household traces back their residence in Huddeen. Though it may not be for very long. “There has been a Graves in Huddeen since Ulysses S. Grant became President.” That’s changed over time, but usually there’s been a Graves wearing a sheriff’s badge in some way or another. The last Graves to wear a badge, Paul D. Graves, died ten years ago after a terrible battle with lung cancer. He was a gruff, but charming and friendly character. But life carries on.

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G R A V E S, L O R R A I N E || M A T R I A R C H G R A V E S, L O R R A I N E || M A T R I A R C H _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 46, Lorraine never expected she’d be where she is now. Ten years ago, her husband, Paul, lost his fight against lung cancer. She’s not particularly sure the family ever managed to do without him. After his funeral, neighbors and friends saw how she became more aloof and standoffish. Part of it was the stress of providing for the family by herself, but also just part of how she reacted to Paul’s sudden death. Life was hard. Working at the high school during the day and working as a gas station attendant at night, Lorrie found time was a valuable resource she just didn’t have–but it was enough to keep the family afloat even if it kept her both physically and mentally exhausted at all times. She’s still not sure she did the best she could over the years, but with Davey helping out and Lee college-bound everything seemed to make sense again. It was a feeling she now is beginning to realize was very short-lived. Relations of Note Family - Friends - The Rest -

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G R A V E S, D A V E Y || S O N G R A V E S, D A V E Y || S O N _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ About to hit his 25th birthday, Davey is beginning to prematurely think about his life. With many of his friends now either out-of-state living life or starting families of their own in New Hampshire he is beginning to feel a certain way about his own life and the circumstances. When his father passed he was fifteen, in the prime of his high school experience. By the time he graduated, he had to find work to support the family as new bills seemed to swallow his mother whole with each passing year. But hey, at least he had his head on straight. Confident, irreverent, but hard-working, Davey has earned a reputation as a solid handyman. The time he’s spent with his dad’s old bike has made him have a good sense for auto repair, though admittedly he still has a long way to go. Still, he’s twenty-four and a sense of longing and escape still weighs on him, though a sense of ironic humor has possessed him after the last two weeks. Relations of Note Family - Friends - The Rest -

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G R A V E S, L E E || D A U G H T E R G R A V E S, L E E || D A U G H T E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 18, Hailee (or Lee to pretty much everyone) is finally happy that high school is over. She misses her dad alot. A few days before she turned eight she sat in silence as he flatlined at a hospital in Manchester. It’s a memory she thinks about often and it's probably why she was such a snarky, angsty little kid in the years that followed. Before everything changed she was preparing to attend college at UCLA. She feels particularly fortunate that she’s in New Hampshire rather than California, though part of her is pretty convinced that the universe fucking hates her. Relations of Note Family - Friends - The Rest - x

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TBD

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