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Booker Price

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.

0 · 137 views · located in Cascadia College, Washington State

a character in “ad infinitum”, as played by phosphene

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NAMEXX Booker Eli Price

NICKNAMESXX Booker shuts down all nickname attempts

AGEXX 21

SEXUALITYXXbisexual
xxxxxxGENDERXX cismale

NATIONALITYXX American

ROLEX human

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M I R R O RXXM I R R O R

H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 6'1", athletic

Booker's a handsome guy, and he doesn't pretend he isn't. He's a good height, has a nice face, a cute smile; he always considered working out and being athletic a good, healthy outlet for the stresses of life, so he's in pretty good shape, too. He's not the sort to flaunt his looks, but he's also not the type to minimize himself. He stands tall, proud, strong. Booker takes his time to make sure his hair is perfect, and he's pretty particular; he doesn't want even a hair out of place. Actually, he's particular about all aspects of his appearance. He really internalized his mother's insistence that they all look the part of a "perfect" family,

His preferred style of dress is pretty casual- jeans, tee-shirts, hoodies, sneakers. He isn't a slob or anything, he just likes to be comfortable, and he hates getting dressed up, but boy when he does dress up, he does it well. He doesn't have any piercings, tattoos, or anything like that. He does wear glasses... Sometimes. He doesn't seem to have any set criteria for whether he chooses to wear contacts or his glasses, but he's equally comfortable with both.


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W H OXXA MXXI?
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
At first glance, Booker seems to be a very no-nonsense person. He's not one to goof around or waste time when he has work to do. He tends to take thing very seriously, and put all of his focus on the task ahead of him. He can be a little intense, that way. He's not the type to rush things, either; he takes his time, does it right, waits patiently for the right time/place/moment. He's very patient in most aspects of his life (though, he won't wait around for someone to treat him the way he deserves to be treated), a trait he worked hard to have.

It's easy for people to think that Booker is just a very serious person; after all, people who have tried to get to know him in the context of a class project or something often get a blank stare and are quickly ushered back on topic. Friends know Booker to be a really helpful person. If you're worth the energy, he'll help you move your couch, proofread your English paper, listen to your terrible attempts at stand-up (though he will not fake any laughter). He's careful with his words, so he tends to be on the quiet side, though he often has a lot of thoughts about any given situation. He tends not to give advice, though he generally gives good advice when he does. Booker has a dry wit, and a bit of sarcasm about him. He doesn't always share the things he thinks up, regardless of how funny he thinks they may be, but he does occasionally share his personal brand of pessimistic humor with his friends.

Booker takes his closest personal relationships pretty seriously, and tends to expect the same. When people don't treat him the way he thinks he deserves to be treated, he tends to distance himself. He isn't particularly proud or self-centered, but he does have a measure of self-respect. After spending his entire life trying to live up to other people's expectations so he could feel good enough for them, he decided that he just didn't have the time for people who didn't like him exactly as he was.

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Booker tends to read several books at once, and doesn't seem to have much trouble keeping the stories straight.
He drinks, just, an unhealthy amount of caffeine. He should probably cut back.
He occasionally tries to adjust his glasses when he isn't wearing them.
He studies in complete silence, when he can.
He leaves some sort of light on when he sleeps.

F E A R S:
Booker is terrified of failure; to him, it isn't an option, and failing feels like the worst thing that could happen.
He's afraid of birds: big birds, small birds, flying birds, land based birds. Doesn't matter. They're demons. Extra fear if they talk.
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T H EXXP A S T

Booker's family was pretty normal: middle class, mom and dad, two kids, a dumb dog. When they were kids, Booker and his sister were really close. She was only two years older than him, so they did pretty much everything together when they were young. They shared toys, ideas, friends, secrets; everything. As they grew up, just how different they were became evident. His sister was brilliant, and she didn't even have to try. She was also charismatic, funny, just everything their parents could have wanted in a child. Booker felt forgotten. He was every bit as smart as she was, but he was quiet, shy, had to work harder to be noticed. Suddenly, where the siblings used to be friends, it felt like a competition to Booker, and he was losing.

By the time he hit high school, Booker and his sister weren't very close anymore, but they did find themselves confiding in one another, especially when it came to the sorts of things they wouldn't want to tell their parents. Booker's sister's relationship to their parents became strained, and as a way to stay on their good side, she threw Booker under the bus. They had a huge falling out that they now just pretend never happened, but Booker hasn't been able to forgive any of them for it.

His parents told him that an English degree was worthless, he should be more practical. It became kind of a goal of his: succeed and prove them wrong. So, when he decided that was what he wanted to do, he worked his ass off to get to a place that he would flourish. After the way his family had hurt him, it went beyond making them proud.

He applied to tons of schools, and got into a few. Everyone had their opinions about where he should go, but he was pretty drawn to Cascadia. They had pretty decent scholarships available, and the fact that the school was a twenty-eight hour drive from his hometown was a plus. At first, his parents said they'd visit him, but between the long drive and the stubborn Midwestern refusal to fly, they haven't visited once. Booker doesn't complain.

At Cascadia, he's really mostly been keeping his nose to the grind and staying out of trouble. There's plenty of rumors, and Booker isn't sure what he thinks of them, but honestly it's just been more incentive to mind his own business. So he studies, bitches at his roommate, occasionally does some light tutoring; normal college stuff.

So begins...

Booker Price's Story

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Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Beauregard Taliesin Character Portrait: Ariza Jackson Character Portrait: Isaac Fox Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Ezekiel Johnson Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Booker Price Character Portrait: Minourie Lacoste Character Portrait: Geoffrey Larson Character Portrait: Darcy Jones Character Portrait: Carla Delgado Character Portrait: Lisa Chu
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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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Honestly, Hatch was surprised it had taken her housemates a full two weeks to throw a party. She’d been in desperate need of a release, and she’d been around for a week longer than most of them. But then again, she reminded herself, her housemates seemed to have a slightly better relationship with their families than Hatch did. Classes had only been back a week, and that was probably the most stressful thing most of them wanted to escape.

Hatch had left it until the last minute to leave to go home, and she’d come back as soon as possible. And even then, the few weeks she’d been home had been insufferable. Her oldest brother had announced his engagement, which had just resulted in more boring parties with her parents, where she was expected to drink wine and make polite conversation and wear a dress that made her look like every other businessman’s trophy daughter. Her father’s latest attempt at setting her up with some nice businessman’s son had backfired, even if the conversation had lasted a full ten minutes longer than usual. Her parents had spent the time they weren’t gushing about her brother and how wonderful this was for the family making strained conversation with Hatch about college. Her mother had brought her shopping, which had been an ill-fated attempt at converting Hatch to a more “appropriate” style of dressing. Hatch had, at least, gotten some new shirts out of it.

So when her housemates had suggested a party, Hatch had nearly fainted with relief. She’d gotten the word out among her friends and had even helped decorate a bit. They’d told everyone to bring their own drinks, but still had a ready stash of spirits and mixers, just in case, and had plenty of food to go around. They knew nobody was coming for the food, but also knew that it would be appreciated. Especially by whatever dumb freshmen would probably show up on an empty stomach. It always happened.

But It almost seemed like everybody had forgotten the events that had gone down shortly before Christmas. It seemed to just be another one of those events that was hot on everybody’s lips for a few weeks before fading into legend. Of course, a student being found dead on campus seemed to deserve a slightly more prominent place in everyone’s mind. Especially when it was clear they were murdered. The police were still around, asking questions, and there was a much tighter security presence on campus after dark. But if they hadn’t gotten the answers they needed before Christmas, they more than likely weren’t going to get the answers they wanted now, and the event had turned into a source of gossip.

“I heard he was in trouble with a gang,” one of Hatch’s roommates declared from where she lay on Hatch’s bed. Hatch raised an eyebrow, glancing at Lotta. “Drugs, guns, the whole thing.”
“I heard it was a cult.” Francis appeared from nowhere at Hatch’s door.
“A cult, Francie? Really?” Hatch laughed, leaning in to finish applying her lipstick.
“Yeah. Satanists.”
“Pretty sure his death wasn’t ritualistic enough for it to be a cult,” Lottie remarked.
“He pissed them off and they snapped. James says a senior approached him and tried to talk him into going to some service and then when he refused, the guy got really pissed off. He definitely seemed capable of murder.”
“Or, you know, it was just a mugging,Hatch remarked, raising an eyebrow and turning around to face them and taking a sip from her Jack and Coke. “Sometimes things are just painfully ordinary and boring.”

Ordinary and boring. Two things Hatch was determined to never be. Her dress was another present from her mother. It had been pointedly laid out for her before one of the many parties she’d been forced to attend, and was one of very few outfits that her mother picked out for her that Hatch actually liked. However, Hatch took comfort in the fact that she was pretty sure her mother wouldn’t have liked her shoes or her makeup, and relished that.

Even though the party was in her own apartment, Hatch waited until it sounded like there were plenty of people there before making her appearance. Looking like she’d been waiting for everyone else would just make her look desperate, so she waltzed out of her bedroom and scanned the party with a raised eyebrow. It seemed that everyone else had been as excited for the party as they had been. She made her way over to the kitchen to pour herself another Jack and Coke (heavy on the whiskey, of course), where she positioned herself to continue scanning the room and either find a familiar face or someone who at least looked interesting.

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Character Portrait: Isaac Fox Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Booker Price Character Portrait: Darcy Jones Character Portrait: Carla Delgado Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano
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M O N E T GREY
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Honestly, this was a good party. Good music, the atmosphere was great, everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves, as far as Monet could tell. They were happy with it all, but they knew they’d likely grow tired of it if they didn’t eventually cross paths with someone they could really engage with. Monet supposed they could have been paying closer attention, because they very quickly found themself running into someone. Shit, they thought, but realized who it was before any sort of apology could slip past their lips. Monet laughed and squeezed Isaac as tightly as they could. Monet grinned when he complimented their hat, but very quickly adopted a more stern expression, “You, sir,” They pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “Should have popped by when you got back. I missed you entirely too much.” They were just kidding, mostly. Monet had missed Isaac; they’d missed all their friends. A bright smile spread back across their face, “You look great! If you weren’t so much taller than me I might threaten to steal your jacket.”

Isaac said he was hungry, and Monet raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t eat before you came?” There was a gentle sort of concern in their voice: Isaac needed something to eat, or else he would be absolutely miserable when he started drinking. Of course, he probably just hadn’t had the time. The theatre program could be pretty demanding, so it wasn’t a shock. They grabbed onto Isaac’s hand so they wouldn’t get seperated, and set out to where they assumed some food could be found, “How was your break?” They were, of course, curious, but they also just wanted something to talk about. “It was boring as hell here with everyone gone for the holidays.” Monet looked over the food options, but they weren’t really all that hungry. Still, some chips or something never hurt anyone.

Then Monet heard a familiar voice say, “Hey!” And that, combined with the warm hug, brought a grin right to their face.

“Lucy!” Monet practically squealed as they hugged their friend, “Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.” Then they turned to Carla, and gave an exaggerated gasp, “My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

Now, with their friends around, Monet’s heart felt a little fuller. There was something about the certainty of being among the people you care about. Monet was such a social individual, and being here among their friends felt like exactly what they’d needed.





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B O O K E R PRICE
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Booker didn’t mind his family, but he preferred to see them in smaller doses. All he heard about was how well his sister was doing in med school, his cousin was getting married, his mother’s best friend’s sister’s kid just had a baby, and anything about him was an afterthought. He was happy for his sister, and his cousin, (and he guessed he was happy enough for his mother’s obscure acquaintance he’d never met), but if he were being honest it was grating. He didn’t need to hear about his sister’s gpa for a tenth time, he had it memorized after the third.

He didn’t talk about school much, though. Certainly not about the student that had been murdered. Booker was a little worried about it, obviously, but he had to hope that it was an isolated event. He didn’t need his parents insisting he try to transfer in the middle of the school year. Booker liked Cascadia; he had friends there, he liked the area, the professors. If things got worse, he’d consider it, but as it was he didn’t want to even really consider leaving.

As it was, he was glad to be back. Having some space from his family, he felt like he could breathe again. He always forgot how smothering his mother could be until he was back in her presence. He’d arrived back on campus really last minute, just a few days before classes started back up, and adjusting back to classes was never the easiest thing to do. Booker wasn’t complaining, though, he really thrived at Cascadia, and he enjoyed most of his classes. Maybe he was a nerd, or maybe all the studying was something to focus on so he didn’t have to face his own issues.

Either way, when Booker heard about the party, he figured it could be good for him. The compounding stresses of everything that had been going on meant that even Booker could use a breather. He didn’t tend to go to parties, and everyone that had ever invited him to one knew that he was more likely to say he needed to study than agree to show up, so the times he did show up people acted like it was an act of God or something. “You came!” or “You made it!” or “Wow, I never thought I’d see you outside the library!” Comedic genius, really.

Booker had never really cared for punctuality at these types of parties- it didn’t matter much, and he wasn’t going at all if he didn’t finish everything he needed to do. But here he was, with an offering of some craft beer he’d brought back from Wisconsin. There were quite a few people at this party. He spotted some he’d rather avoid, others he didn’t mind. He figured he’d start with dropping his drinks off; he was willing to share.

He offered a smile to anyone he knew as he went, and he almost went right up to talk to Darcy when he spotted her (she looked really pretty. Well, she was always pretty, but her dress was very nice.), but she seemed to have made herself part of a small group, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to interrupt. Still, he tried to catch her attention by waving at her. He didn’t want to pull her away from her conversation, but if he were being completely honest, he’d missed her over the break. They hadn’t had an abundance of time to catch up since classes had started back up, and he hoped that they'd have a little time to talk, at least.