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Harper slowly did a twirl in front of the mirror, checking out her dress. She'd bought the actual dress from a second hand shop and spent a very long time making a see-through layer covered in sequins to go on top. This was how she made most of her clothes, because waitressing didn't give her a lot of spare cash. All her tips from the pub went on clothes or studio time, and to be honest, she spent a lot more time in the studio than on clothes. Harper scraped her pink hair up into a high ponytail and applied a minimal amount of mascara and eyeliner. She picked up her phone and text Jackson to tell him she was on her way, before putting her phone and her favourite lipgloss into a clutch. She slipped on some comfortable shoes, left her small studio apartment, locking the door behind her, car keys in hand. Then she walked to her car and started making her way to Jackson's place.
When she got there, Harper checked her phone and beeped the horn of her car once more. She was waiting, eternally waiting for Jackson. She didn't know whether it just took him a long time to get ready, or he deliberately went slow because he just wasn't interested. He wasn't the partying type, but that was fine, Harper more than made up for it. The dynamics of the two of them worked quite well, Harper did all the talking for them. It had taken Harper a while to get ready for this party, more than she normally cared about her appearance. Apparently it was a big deal, and by going, they were going to meet some important people. It could really be the start of something and Harper was excited to finally be taking steps into her music career.
Harper beeped the horn again, looking out the window. If he made her wait any longer, she was going to have to go and get him. Harper looked at her makeup in the mirror, applied some more lip gloss and waited.
By most standards, Harper most definitely included, Jackson was not ready for this party, mentally or physically. He hadn't changed from his casual clothes, nor did he plan to. His denim jeans and black top, which sported the logo of the rock band Final Hope, and his old red pair of converse where suitable to him. Parties weren't Jackson's thing, he would have found a way to avoid this one, however, this party would be beneficial to the duo in finding connections and Harper was so keen on it so a couple of hours wouldn't hurt, right?
Jackson gave a sigh, pushing his fringe from his face as he clicks the play button on his computer the duo's last recorded track blasting into his ears from his white headphones. He bopped his head side to side listening to the pair's latest creation, listening intently. A smile plays on his lips at the masterpiece that came of it, he'll have to see what Harper thought of it, if she had bothered to open the email yet.
That was when a honk came from the garden, most possibly not the first one, it was barely audible under Jackson's headphones which rested on his ears no longer expelling music. Jackson sighs yet again grabbing his black wallet, that sat next to him on the desk, his phone and keys and left his house, making sure all his lights were off, and closed his door, locking it in the process, and slipping his items in his pocket before approaching his bandmate's car.
"Evenin' Harper. How are you?" He greets her, slipping into the passenger set. Harper had actually dressed up for the occasion though Jackson wasn't completely sure on how comfortable her dress was, not that he'd ever worn a dress or an object of sparkly clothing before, nor did he plan to. "You're looking lovely tonight."
"Look who finally decided to show up," Harper said, grinning at Jackson as he got in the car. "And I'm so glad you dressed up." Harper gave him the once over, laughing, but not in a mean way. Jackson never dressed up, like ever. She'd only known him for two months, but she knew something would wrong if he wasn't wearing jeans. In fact, she didn't even know if he owned anything other than jeans. Harper wasn't exactly the most fashion forward, but boy, she needed to work on Jackson's dress style. As she started the car and pulled out, driving, she flicked her head back over to Jackson. She was pretty sure he was wearing that exact outfit the first day she'd met him.
...2 months earlier...
"What can I get you today?" Harper asked, standing behind the bar, looking at the guy who had just walked in. He was wearing a faded band t-shirt and a pair of jeans, matched with some red converse that definitely looked like they'd been well worn in. He was a bit taller than Harper, not hard, considering she was only 5'3 without heels, and brown hair. He had come into the pub on his own, which was not unusual, most people came in for a drink or two on their way into town for the night. It was a Saturday night and the pub was pretty busy, slowly filling up with more and more people. Harper was due to go home in an hour, but she had a feeling she would get asked to stay late. She didn't mind, it meant more tips for her.
Jackson had barely made it to the counter before he was greeted by a perky pink-haired young woman. He offered her a small smile, "I'm not here for a drink, but thanks," he started walking toward the counter to find the pink-haired woman to be rather short. "I'm looking for the manager actually. I'm Jackson Carter, the new employee," He had no idea what to expect, he'd never worked in a pub before now but it was the only place willing enough to hire an inexperienced adult so, despite the bad pay, it set to become what he was to live off.
Harper blushed when the guy said he was the new employee, mistaking him for a customer. Frank, the owner of the pub, had mentioned something about someone else starting today. But it was getting late on a Saturday night, talk about a trial by fire. Harper hoped that this guy Jackson had some kind of experience.
"Oh well, Frank isn't here tonight, he was in here earlier. He said something about a newbie, but I didn't realise you would be starting tonight." Harper said, trying to appear like she was up to speed with things. "I guess you should speak to Marcie?" Harper said, pointing down the bar to an older lady, who didn't entirely look real anymore. Fake hair, nails, even boobs. Marcie was Frank's younger sister, who had worked at the pub for literally her whole life.
Like she had heard her name, Marcie came striding across the pub from the other side. Marcie didn't pay any attention to Jackson, instead looking at Harper before declaring she was done for the night.
"Um, Marcie, this is Jackson. The new employee." Harper said, pointing at Jackson across the bar. Marcie looked at him blankly. "Frank said he would be coming in?" Harper continued.
"Oh well, I'm going home. You can train him, Frank won't mind." Marcie said, more distracted by her nails than anything else.
"But Marcie, I only have an hour left...Aren't you supposed to close up?" Harper said, looking at her watch. There was only an hour left of her shift, but the pub didn't close for another six hours.
"Oh, Harper, I meant to ask if you could do it? You'll have Jackson here to help, of course. Just think of the tips." And with that, Marcie walked out, without giving Harper a moment to protest. Harper sighed, she would like to think this was a one-off but with Marcie, this happened quite a lot. Harper turned back to Jackson.
"Sorry about that," She said, blushing again. "Have you ever worked behind a bar?"
Jackson laughed as the pink-haired girl blushed. "Nah, you're fine," he assured her slipping his hands in to the pockets of his jeans. She continued to inform him the manager was out and, instead, pointed at a very fake lady, he doubted anything was real on that body anymore. He shook his head.
Marcie paid no attention to Jackson as she barked orders amd the young lady, not letting her get a word in sidewards, and writing Jackson off, before dumping her remaining hours on to the young woman, who was named Harper it seemed, before walking off paying more attention to her fake nails than she had to Jackson before walking off.
"No need to apologise for such a woman," Jackson dismissed her apology with ease that was when he asked about his experience. Jackson briefly looked over the bar. It was getting later by the minute and patrons were starting to surpass tipsiness and here he was, no idea what to do or how to do it. "Sorry Harper, never been behind a bar before, I'm not an experienced bartender, or bar customer for that matter," he said before his mind wandered back to the fake woman.
"Gee, is she always like that?" He asked, "Isn't she meant to be a manager or something?" He shook his head hoping to draw away from the lack of his experience.
Harper laughed as Jackson's assessment of Marcie. "Yes she's always like that, you'll get used to it."
...Current Day...
Harper pulled up outside a building that looked to only just be containing a raging party. It looked exciting and Harper couldn't wait to get inside and see who was in there. The party could contain all the biggest celebrities or all the influential people in the music industry. Harper wondered if she was getting ahead of herself and whether this party was going to be great or a total bust.
She turned to Jackson, looking at him, her eyes glittering at the possibilities this party could hold.
"You ready for this?"
"Not really but I don't really have a choice do I?"
@6slyboy6
...Tobias...
The rushing of the wind against his helmet was a fantastic feel. Tobias took a deep breath, and looked at the mirror to see the road behind him. The glass reflected with blue and red lights as one more cop car joined the chase.
"One more. Great." Tobias laughed to himself, which was more like a muffled shake that ran through his helmet. He took a turn leading to the docks, and turned the handle to accelerate with the motorbike. The roaring sound eliminated all other noises for a second and then a sudden rush sped him up and left the cops with only dust. At least for a few seconds. His motorbike was fast, but not fast enough to hold the police interceptors at bay for long. Instead of taking a direct route he decided to take as many turns as possible to avoid the authority. After all, he spent his entire life running away.
After taking the twenty or so turn, the sound of the sirens started to fade away, and it seemed as if they lost his trail. Tobias pulled down into a narrow alley and stopped the bike's engine. He removed his helmet and sighed heavily, catching air after the chase. For a second he just blankly stared into the darkness and listened to the repeating sound of the cops trying to find someone who wasn't even near them.
"Alrighty, let's see what we got."
The duffle bag on his back made a loud sound as it hit the ground, alerting a few birds that sat on nearby poles. Not like anyone would notice now. Tobias crossed one of his fingers inside the gloves and opened the zipper. And there was it. 10 kilos of pure Black Dust, enough to spend a lifetime in prison. And no one wants to go to prison on Mars. Especially not someone who is rich. "Yes, yes, yes!" Tobias stood up and started to dance around the bag for a few seconds. The he removed the number plate from his bike, and threw it into the bag, closing it once again. Tobias chained the motor to a nearby grate, and looked up at the night sky, before vanishing from sight, and leaving only a small pile of black dust behind.
...Evie...
The alarm clock went off at 5am, same as it did everyday. Evie could hear her mother moving around in the other room. She could tell the light from the hallway had been turned on, as the glowing yellow light crept under the bottom of her bedroom door. She silenced the alarm with the flick of a switch and quickly jumped out of bed. She threw on her running clothes before her body had a chance to react to the cold. She pulled on her tatty running shoes and opened the door, trying to stop it creaking. She walked down the hallway, past her mother's door, which was slightly ajar. Evie could see her mother sitting on the edge of her bed, picture of her late husband, Evie's father in her hand. Evie didn't want her mother to see her, so she slipped past and out the door.
The air outside was crisp, cool. There was a light wind that blew in her face and she made her way down the street. She had a set route, that only varied depending on the distance she wanted to cover. Today would be a long run, 10km at least. She slowly worked her way into a steady jog, not wanting to overdo it before she hit the middle kms, the hardest part. She liked being out in New London when it was early, when most other people were still asleep. There was a quietness to the city that didn't happen at any other time of the day. There was a stillness that she never seemed to get used to.
Evie's route took her past the factory she worked at, black smoke pouring out the top at all hours of the day. She had never worked the night shift, but she assumed it was just as boring as the day time. As she got to the factory, she wondered if there would ever be anything else for her to do in life. Evie took a short break outside, regaining her breath. It seemed that like her parents, she was destined to work there forever, or at least until another tragedy struck. But maybe things were changing now. Since the shake, the management of the factory had been giving lots of overtime to staff. Her mother had been working double shifts some day. It was like they were desperate to get clothes made in case they needed to shut down. And of course, there were trying to replace members of staff that had disappeared since the shake. Evie had heard whispers, rumours about what happened, but nothing confirmed.
Evie could theorise all she liked, but she never got any answers. It did give her something to think about on her runs though.
...Tobias...
Tobias was pretty happy to have evaded the cops and scored such a stash all in one night. It was very productive and had put him in a very good mood. He was walking slowly, trying not to draw attention to himself, but let's face it, there was no one else around at 5am. He was regretting hiding his bike just a little bit because it meant he had to walk. But he knew it was the only option to avoid detection. He looked around himself, trying to get his bearings. He didn't spend that much time in this part of town, the poorer part, and when he did, it was to complete deals, cause problems and do some questionable things. He knew he had to get out of here before the sun came up though, because the poor people form the area would certainly be asking questions about why a rich kid was traipsing around in their neighbourhood.
Tobias turned the corner and spotted a large factory that he sort of recognised from driving past. He thought if he could get to that, he might have a clearer view of where he was, thanks to the large floodlights from the building. As he got closer to the factory, he spotted a person, just standing outside. It was a girl, short, long brown hair. He wondered what she was doing out at this time of the morning and whether or not he should avoid her. After all, he was technically still on the run from the cops.
He continued walking though, deciding it would look more normal than if he just turned around and walked in the opposite direction. As he got closer to the figure standing by the factory, he realised due to the clothes she was wearing that she was out running. Exercise was something Tobias could appreciate given how hard he worked on his own appearance and it gave a logical explanation for why the girl was out at this time of the morning. At least she wasn't any kind of competition for his business in the area. That made him relax a little.
Tobias was just about to cut behind the girl when she turned around and looked him straight in the face. Shit, he thought, it had to be someone he knew, someone that would recognise him. And someone that would know him being in this part of town was not normal.
...Evie...
Evie turned to move on and carry on with her run when she saw someone coming up towards her. She hadn't been paying much attention or she probably would have noticed him sooner. Tobias Thane. Great, just great, she thought to herself. It was weird that he was out this early in the morning, but then it looked like he hadn't slept yet. Maybe that was normal for him. She didn't really know what was normal for him. She didn't really know that much about him at all, except that they had gone to the same school and he was a giant pain in the ass most of the time. He thought he was so cool, Mr Rich and Perfect, and this meant he thought he could get any girl he wanted, including Evie. Evie was probably the only girl who had turned him down. But that never really stopped him.
"Tobias, what are you doing here?" She said, aware that her voice was echoing in the sound of silence. This was definitely not his home turf, what with the prices of houses here probably costly less than his weekly allowance from his parents.
...Tobias...
In his mind, the inner voice was just shouting play it cool, man play it cool. But this girl, she was different from all the other girls. This girl was the only one who'd ever rejected him and it didn't happen once. He tried and failed a whole bunch of times, so many that it was getting kind of pathetic. Tobias never let it be shown though, always the cool exterior to cover up what was really going on. And he always made up for the rejections by sleeping with every other girl who literally threw themselves at him. But Evie, there was definitely something about her.
"Evie, babe, how's it going? Working on those hips I see, looking fine. You never ceased to amaze me." He said, flashing her a smile. He could tell by the way she was looking at him that she would never believe any lie he was about to make up. He was trying to make himself seem casual, but not in a way that it was forced. He was still on high alert, listening for any sirens, aware of what he had stashed on his persons.
...Evie...
Evie looked at Tobias, wondering if he looked even shiftier than usual tonight. Maybe he was just tired, it was 5am and he did look like he hadn't slept. Maybe she should give the guy a break, she thought to herself, he's probably not all bad. Evie had just never been drawn into that rich kid, bad boy attitude he had, and it wasn't like there was a shortage of girls lining up to be with him. Evie had just never wanted to be one of them. She noticed though, that he didn't answer her question.
"Why are you on this side of town? At 5am? What kind of trouble are you into now?" She asked him, sighing. There had to be some kind of story. The question was whether or not she wanted to stick around to hear it. She knew that the longer she stayed, the more interested it would make her look. And she did not want to look interested.
In the background, some sirens started sounding. Evie looked around and then looked back at Tobias. He looked uneasy, like he thought the cops were coming for him. Maybe they were, it wouldn't be the first time. She made a decision, she didn't know yet whether it would be something she regretted. Today was her day off after all.
"Are you hiding from them?" She asked him, pointing to the air but referring to the sirens. "If you are, and you better not lie to me, then you can come back to mine, at least until they are gone." Evie sighed, waiting for the truth.
...Tobias...
Did he trust this girl, was essentially the question that was rolling around his mind as he took in what she said. Did he tell her the truth and risk her never realising what a great catch he was and falling over herself to be with him? Or did he lie and risk getting put in jail if the cops found him and his possessions. He made a snap decision and hoped it was the right one.
"Evie, girl, you know me. I always run into trouble." Tobias winked at her "But don't get the wrong idea, I haven't killed a single soul, I promise."
...Evie...
Evie looked at him hard. She didn't trust him, but she did believe him, though she didn't know why. "Come on then, let's get out of here." She said turning around and beginning to walk in the other direction, back towards her house. "Don't make me regret this."
...Tobias...
The rushing of the wind against his helmet was a fantastic feel. Tobias took a deep breath, and looked at the mirror to see the road behind him. The glass reflected with blue and red lights as one more cop car joined the chase.
"One more. Great." Tobias laughed to himself, which was more like a muffled shake that ran through his helmet. He took a turn leading to the docks, and turned the handle to accelerate with the motorbike. The roaring sound eliminated all other noises for a second and then a sudden rush sped him up and left the cops with only dust. At least for a few seconds. His motorbike was fast, but not fast enough to hold the police interceptors at bay for long. Instead of taking a direct route he decided to take as many turns as possible to avoid the authority. After all, he spent his entire life running away.
After taking the twenty or so turn, the sound of the sirens started to fade away, and it seemed as if they lost his trail. Tobias pulled down into a narrow alley and stopped the bike's engine. He removed his helmet and sighed heavily, catching air after the chase. For a second he just blankly stared into the darkness and listened to the repeating sound of the cops trying to find someone who wasn't even near them.
"Alrighty, let's see what we got."
The duffle bag on his back made a loud sound as it hit the ground, alerting a few birds that sat on nearby poles. Not like anyone would notice now. Tobias crossed one of his fingers inside the gloves and opened the zipper. And there was it. 10 kilos of pure Black Dust, enough to spend a lifetime in prison. And no one wants to go to prison on Mars. Especially not someone who is rich. "Yes, yes, yes!" Tobias stood up and started to dance around the bag for a few seconds. The he removed the number plate from his bike, and threw it into the bag, closing it once again. Tobias chained the motor to a nearby grate, and looked up at the night sky, before vanishing from sight, and leaving only a small pile of black dust behind.
...Evie...
The alarm clock went off at 5am, same as it did everyday. Evie could hear her mother moving around in the other room. She could tell the light from the hallway had been turned on, as the glowing yellow light crept under the bottom of her bedroom door. She silenced the alarm with the flick of a switch and quickly jumped out of bed. She threw on her running clothes before her body had a chance to react to the cold. She pulled on her tatty running shoes and opened the door, trying to stop it creaking. She walked down the hallway, past her mother's door, which was slightly ajar. Evie could see her mother sitting on the edge of her bed, picture of her late husband, Evie's father in her hand. Evie didn't want her mother to see her, so she slipped past and out the door.
The air outside was crisp, cool. There was a light wind that blew in her face and she made her way down the street. She had a set route, that only varied depending on the distance she wanted to cover. Today would be a long run, 10km at least. She slowly worked her way into a steady jog, not wanting to overdo it before she hit the middle kms, the hardest part. She liked being out in New London when it was early, when most other people were still asleep. There was a quietness to the city that didn't happen at any other time of the day. There was a stillness that she never seemed to get used to.
Evie's route took her past the factory she worked at, black smoke pouring out the top at all hours of the day. She had never worked the night shift, but she assumed it was just as boring as the day time. As she got to the factory, she wondered if there would ever be anything else for her to do in life. Evie took a short break outside, regaining her breath. It seemed that like her parents, she was destined to work there forever, or at least until another tragedy struck. But maybe things were changing now. Since the shake, the management of the factory had been giving lots of overtime to staff. Her mother had been working double shifts some day. It was like they were desperate to get clothes made in case they needed to shut down. And of course, there were trying to replace members of staff that had disappeared since the shake. Evie had heard whispers, rumours about what happened, but nothing confirmed.
Evie could theorise all she liked, but she never got any answers. It did give her something to think about on her runs though.
...Tobias...
Tobias was pretty happy to have evaded the cops and scored such a stash all in one night. It was very productive and had put him in a very good mood. He was walking slowly, trying not to draw attention to himself, but let's face it, there was no one else around at 5am. He was regretting hiding his bike just a little bit because it meant he had to walk. But he knew it was the only option to avoid detection. He looked around himself, trying to get his bearings. He didn't spend that much time in this part of town, the poorer part, and when he did, it was to complete deals, cause problems and do some questionable things. He knew he had to get out of here before the sun came up though, because the poor people form the area would certainly be asking questions about why a rich kid was traipsing around in their neighbourhood.
Tobias turned the corner and spotted a large factory that he sort of recognised from driving past. He thought if he could get to that, he might have a clearer view of where he was, thanks to the large floodlights from the building. As he got closer to the factory, he spotted a person, just standing outside. It was a girl, short, long brown hair. He wondered what she was doing out at this time of the morning and whether or not he should avoid her. After all, he was technically still on the run from the cops.
He continued walking though, deciding it would look more normal than if he just turned around and walked in the opposite direction. As he got closer to the figure standing by the factory, he realised due to the clothes she was wearing that she was out running. Exercise was something Tobias could appreciate given how hard he worked on his own appearance and it gave a logical explanation for why the girl was out at this time of the morning. At least she wasn't any kind of competition for his business in the area. That made him relax a little.
Tobias was just about to cut behind the girl when she turned around and looked him straight in the face. Shit, he thought, it had to be someone he knew, someone that would recognise him. And someone that would know him being in this part of town was not normal.
...Evie...
Evie turned to move on and carry on with her run when she saw someone coming up towards her. She hadn't been paying much attention or she probably would have noticed him sooner. Tobias Thane. Great, just great, she thought to herself. It was weird that he was out this early in the morning, but then it looked like he hadn't slept yet. Maybe that was normal for him. She didn't really know what was normal for him. She didn't really know that much about him at all, except that they had gone to the same school and he was a giant pain in the ass most of the time. He thought he was so cool, Mr Rich and Perfect, and this meant he thought he could get any girl he wanted, including Evie. Evie was probably the only girl who had turned him down. But that never really stopped him.
"Tobias, what are you doing here?" She said, aware that her voice was echoing in the sound of silence. This was definitely not his home turf, what with the prices of houses here probably costly less than his weekly allowance from his parents.
...Tobias...
In his mind, the inner voice was just shouting play it cool, man play it cool. But this girl, she was different from all the other girls. This girl was the only one who'd ever rejected him and it didn't happen once. He tried and failed a whole bunch of times, so many that it was getting kind of pathetic. Tobias never let it be shown though, always the cool exterior to cover up what was really going on. And he always made up for the rejections by sleeping with every other girl who literally threw themselves at him. But Evie, there was definitely something about her.
"Evie, babe, how's it going? Working on those hips I see, looking fine. You never ceased to amaze me." He said, flashing her a smile. He could tell by the way she was looking at him that she would never believe any lie he was about to make up. He was trying to make himself seem casual, but not in a way that it was forced. He was still on high alert, listening for any sirens, aware of what he had stashed on his persons.
...Evie...
Evie looked at Tobias, wondering if he looked even shiftier than usual tonight. Maybe he was just tired, it was 5am and he did look like he hadn't slept. Maybe she should give the guy a break, she thought to herself, he's probably not all bad. Evie had just never been drawn into that rich kid, bad boy attitude he had, and it wasn't like there was a shortage of girls lining up to be with him. Evie had just never wanted to be one of them. She noticed though, that he didn't answer her question.
"Why are you on this side of town? At 5am? What kind of trouble are you into now?" She asked him, sighing. There had to be some kind of story. The question was whether or not she wanted to stick around to hear it. She knew that the longer she stayed, the more interested it would make her look. And she did not want to look interested.
In the background, some sirens started sounding. Evie looked around and then looked back at Tobias. He looked uneasy, like he thought the cops were coming for him. Maybe they were, it wouldn't be the first time. She made a decision, she didn't know yet whether it would be something she regretted. Today was her day off after all.
"Are you hiding from them?" She asked him, pointing to the air but referring to the sirens. "If you are, and you better not lie to me, then you can come back to mine, at least until they are gone." Evie sighed, waiting for the truth.
...Tobias...
Did he trust this girl, was essentially the question that was rolling around his mind as he took in what she said. Did he tell her the truth and risk her never realising what a great catch he was and falling over herself to be with him? Or did he lie and risk getting put in jail if the cops found him and his possessions. He made a snap decision and hoped it was the right one.
"Evie, girl, you know me. I always run into trouble." Tobias winked at her "But don't get the wrong idea, I haven't killed a single soul, I promise."
...Evie...
Evie looked at him hard. She didn't trust him, but she did believe him, though she didn't know why. "Come on then, let's get out of here." She said turning around and beginning to walk in the other direction, back towards her house. "Don't make me regret this."
@LetMeDoStuffWorking on it with @SouffleGirl123
We were going to show up to the party or is it too late for that? Should we just show up to the performance the next night?
We were going to show up to the party or is it too late for that? Should we just show up to the performance the next night?
My other character...
Full Birth-Given Name :: Lucas William Jones
Preferred Name // Nickname :: Lucas
Sexual Orientation & Gender :: Male and straight
Established In: January 12th 1993, 23 years old.
Anyone In Your Sights? :: Not yet.
Also Knowing :: Lucas is only coming on this trip because he need the extra credit to graduate. He was skating on thin ice at the college and it was either transfer out or go on a trip to South Africa. Needless to say the trip won. Even though he is from the same college as Lydia, they have never met. He majors in Photography and has difficulty handing his assignments in on time.
Current Attended College :: Bayside College
Class You’re Enrolled In Participating In Trip :: Photography
Contents of Suitcase ::
Lucas brought a suitcase with the following items:
> Two pairs of boxers
> A pair of skinny jeans
> 3 T-shirts
> 2 pairs of shorts
> A pair of red converse
> A jacket
Contents of Carry-On Bag :: [ What did you bring with you on the plane? A small backpack or handbag is allowed with 7 items only. ]
Lucas brought a small backpack with these things:
> Camera
> Macbook
> iPhone
> Passport
> Wallet
> Headphones
> Book to read
Song That Best Describes Me :: Can't really think of any right now...
Here's an Inside Look at How I’ve Lived :: Lucas was brought up in a foster home, not knowing who his parents were. He moved from home to home when he was younger and then moved into the dorms at college. He lived in the dorms for all the time he was at college, not really making friends with anyone enough to move in with them. Lucas doesn't really talk about his childhood, but he recognises how it makes him not want to trust people. He's used to being on his own and being independent.
How Some People Might See Me ::Lucas is quiet, reflective but also can be idealistic. He can be a loner, solitary and a very private person. Because of this, he can feel uncomfortable around people and he can be possessive of his things. He likes watching people, tries to understand them. He is creative, designs his own tattoos and takes a lot of photos. He would never be seen without his camera. Lucas likes the rain, taking pictures of plants covered in raindrops is one of his fortes, and he enjoys going for walks in the rain. He puts his creativity into writing or photography. He is not very punctual, not always prepared and prone to quitting things if they seem hard.
Standing Before a Mirror, I See :: Lucas is 6ft 2, quite well built, brown hair that he keeps quite short. He doesn't really mind what he looks like, but he is interested in tattoos. He is going to have sleeves on both his arms but he just needs to save up for it. He works out just to keep fit, rather than to have abs. He has broad shoulders and likes to keep his facial hair trimmed.
Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. :: Tattoos as per the picture below. Lucas has no scars and doesn't wear any accessories.
Photographed Picture of Myself ::
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name :: Lucas William Jones
Preferred Name // Nickname :: Lucas
Sexual Orientation & Gender :: Male and straight
Established In: January 12th 1993, 23 years old.
Anyone In Your Sights? :: Not yet.
Also Knowing :: Lucas is only coming on this trip because he need the extra credit to graduate. He was skating on thin ice at the college and it was either transfer out or go on a trip to South Africa. Needless to say the trip won. Even though he is from the same college as Lydia, they have never met. He majors in Photography and has difficulty handing his assignments in on time.
:: General Information ::
Current Attended College :: Bayside College
Class You’re Enrolled In Participating In Trip :: Photography
Contents of Suitcase ::
Lucas brought a suitcase with the following items:
> Two pairs of boxers
> A pair of skinny jeans
> 3 T-shirts
> 2 pairs of shorts
> A pair of red converse
> A jacket
Contents of Carry-On Bag :: [ What did you bring with you on the plane? A small backpack or handbag is allowed with 7 items only. ]
Lucas brought a small backpack with these things:
> Camera
> Macbook
> iPhone
> Passport
> Wallet
> Headphones
> Book to read
Song That Best Describes Me :: Can't really think of any right now...
:: Other Information ::
Here's an Inside Look at How I’ve Lived :: Lucas was brought up in a foster home, not knowing who his parents were. He moved from home to home when he was younger and then moved into the dorms at college. He lived in the dorms for all the time he was at college, not really making friends with anyone enough to move in with them. Lucas doesn't really talk about his childhood, but he recognises how it makes him not want to trust people. He's used to being on his own and being independent.
How Some People Might See Me ::Lucas is quiet, reflective but also can be idealistic. He can be a loner, solitary and a very private person. Because of this, he can feel uncomfortable around people and he can be possessive of his things. He likes watching people, tries to understand them. He is creative, designs his own tattoos and takes a lot of photos. He would never be seen without his camera. Lucas likes the rain, taking pictures of plants covered in raindrops is one of his fortes, and he enjoys going for walks in the rain. He puts his creativity into writing or photography. He is not very punctual, not always prepared and prone to quitting things if they seem hard.
Standing Before a Mirror, I See :: Lucas is 6ft 2, quite well built, brown hair that he keeps quite short. He doesn't really mind what he looks like, but he is interested in tattoos. He is going to have sleeves on both his arms but he just needs to save up for it. He works out just to keep fit, rather than to have abs. He has broad shoulders and likes to keep his facial hair trimmed.
Accessories, Tattoos, Scars, etc. :: Tattoos as per the picture below. Lucas has no scars and doesn't wear any accessories.
Photographed Picture of Myself ::
Hey there, send me a PM if you have any FxF ideas. Would love to start something :)
@A Tattooed GirlWould it be okay for me to put up a male character too? Just to balance the genders a little more? Haha.
@SouffleGirl123 and I are collabing on an intro post for Moon Under Water, so we should have that up sometime hopefully soon :D
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