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Liam Baxter

"Books are more important to me than people."

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a character in “Inseperable”, as played by Zitacamron95

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||Full Name||
Liam Oliver Baxter

||Nicknames||
Leelee (given by his sister)
Bax (given by classmates)
L. O. Bastian (Pen name)

||Age||
25

||Gender||
Male

||Sexuality||
Unknown

||Occupation||
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||High School Photo||

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He's extremely pale due to not going outside often, and when he does it's usually at night. The only sunlight he gets is usually when he keeps his curtains open to light up his house to conserve electricity. He's known to not do a whole lot when it comes to looking presentable. He doesn't comb out his hair unless it's really needed. His clothes are usually wrinkled as if he'd just grabbed them from a pile rather than neatly folded. When he stands, or sits he usually slouches making him look smaller than he actually is. He doesn't have much muscle mass anywhere, but he does keep himself healthy at the very least by running on a treadmill in his house. He prefers to wear his black, square framed glasses rather than contacts due to not really enjoying having to put his fingers anywhere near his eyes. There is usually dark bags under his eyes since his sleep schedule is very sporadic and he's been known to stay up for more than 24 hours when given the chance.



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||Likes||
Books: If he isn't writing, he's reading. He loves a good book.
Being Read To: For some reason, he enjoys it when other people read to him. It doesn't even have to be fancy with character voices and such.
Cartoons: He enjoys watching anything animated, usually kid's cartoons. He finds them more interesting than television shows aimed at adults.
Sweets: He'll do anything to get his hands on anything sweet. If he could, he'd eat cake and whipped cream every day.
Long Car Rides: He's relaxed by car rides, as long as it's on long stretched of country road. He gets anxious in traffic jams, or even being on a highway.

||Dislikes||
Thunderstorms: They make him incredibly anxious, and he has no control over it.
Crowds: They're noisy, he has no control over the environment, and he very easily gets panic attacks being in one.
Loud People: He doesn't like a whole lot of noise to begin with, but people being loud just gives him a headache.
Being Cold: He hates it when he shakes uncontrollably or his teeth chattering.
Sour Foods: He'll avoid sour things at all costs, it can make him gag just thinking about eating something sour.


Liam is a quiet person, he's never really been anything but quiet. He doesn't talk to people if he doesn't have to, and chooses to keep himself as far away from everyone as possible. He knows that his anxiety is hard for some people to understand or even deal with, so he just decides it's best for people not to have to deal with him at all. He absolutely adores kids, and teaching them. If he didn't have his anxiety, he probably would have become a teacher for little kids. When he's actually knows a person very well, his personality comes out a lot more. He'll be more playful, teasing his friends or being a little weird. He doesn't generally have a personal boundary with the people he knows well, being very open to leaning on them or hugging them, or falling asleep on them when he's been up for too long.


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As a child, he was raised in a fairly decent environment. His family made enough money to support him and his sister, and be able to put money aside for gifts on birthdays and holidays. At school, Liam was quiet and nobody was quite sure why when he acted so differently at home. Teachers would always say that Liam was really shy and just would not talk to anyone, but his parents just ignored the teachers, thinking that there couldn't possibly be something wrong with their child. Liam later met his best friend and just latched onto him. He didn't care what was going on, he always stayed by his best friend's side, because it just made things easier to handle. Later on, it started to become very obvious that Liam had an anxiety disorder he would start to panic over some of the smallest things, like losing homework assignments, or being told that his answer to a question was incorrect. But, once again, his parents refused to believe it.

In middle school, Liam had found that a good solution to getting people to stay away from him was to just read books. If he was doing something, it was more likely that people would leave him alone. He'd read any book he could get his hands onto, no matter what it was. He just avoided any conversations by simply keeping his face in a book. Teachers had learned to just never call on him during class, he would never speak up even when asked a question. There was one time that a teacher had pushed him and refused to let him get away with just being silent, so Liam walked out of the class. Most people thought it had something to do with rebelling against the teacher, but it was just because Liam had been on the verge of a panic attack and had to excuse himself. He was transferred out of that classroom after that day.

High school was a little harder for Liam, especially with the huge crowds of people between class periods that he'd have to walk through just to get to his next class. He'd always prefer to walk outside to get to his next class, just because there were barely any people outside. His school had started to become really strict about attending assemblies, so Liam couldn't just skip them like he had in the past. He could barely stand being at any of them, and finally during the tenth grade homecoming assembly, something pushed him over the edge. Teachers thought he was having a heart attack, and sent the kid to the hospital. The entire assembly was cancelled early, due to this event. After that, Liam refused to go back to school, so his parents set him up on online classes, just so he could at the very least have a full high school diploma. During this time, Liam had found himself with a lot of free time, and started taking up writing just to fill it. He found that he wasn't too bad at it, or at least that's what he was told by his family, so he continued to develop the skill as best he could.

He published his first book when he turned nineteen. His father had set it up for him, getting Liam a good contact with the publishing company and pushing him to do something. His book became very popular, and it gave Liam the chance to move out of his parent's home and into his own home. He now has made a successful book series, that he's still continuing. He's gotten many offers to make the series into a movie, but always declines due to having to deal with people outside of his home or meeting people face to face rather than talking to them over the phone.

So begins...

Liam Baxter's Story

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A loud yawn escaped from the raven haired man's lips. His green eyes looked above the rim of his glasses at the computer screen glowing brightly in the dark room. The dark circles under his eyes indicated quite well that the man had been up all night, a normal occurrence for him when he was pressed for time on the chapters his publishers requested. The dark room, his study, was filled with papers and books thrown about after a long night of research and editing his own work. The room was small, but held a nice sized desk, and a few bookshelves filled with books. His desk held his printer and his desktop computer where he spent hours of his time.

His eyes flicked over to the time on the screen as he finished up his last sentence for the night. It read 8 o'clock AM, which made him groan as he thought of how long he had been awake. He still had more to get done with this book, but he didn't have the time to deal with it. He had to go through and edit his chapters, read through them again and do one more retype of everything he wrote before he sent it in to the publisher who would then send it to an actual editor. He'd then have to get to work on the next few chapters which, by his schedule, would end the book and give him some down time to start thinking of where he was going next.

He pushed away from the desk and stood from his chair. Stretching out his aching back from sitting hunched over his computer for a good seven hours at the very least. His first thought was bed, but he realized that wasn't an option. He had a visitor, someone he could actually manage to allow into his house. David should be over soon, it was a nearly daily occurrence, after all. He should probably show some signs of self care. Though, he didn't feel like moving very much, his body felt heavy from the lack of sleep. He'd probably just let the mess slide, most of it was in the office anyway.

Liam was able to find clothing at least halfway presentable, though it was just a pair of wrinkled jeans and a t-shirt, and moved on to making himself some coffee. On his way to the kitchen a tune played as his cellphone went off. He let out a groan as he moved back to the office and grabbed the phone from his desk. "Hello?" Liam answered not holding back his annoyance. His publisher was beginning to be a real pain in his ass.

"Hello, Mr. Baxter, how are you doing this morning?"

"Fine, Michelle," Liam muttered, "Why are you calling?"

"Oh, I wanted to talk to you about that movie offer again-"

"I told you no the first time."

"I know, but..." Liam ignored the other end as he reached up to grab the can of coffee grounds, when he found that it was empty he left the empty can on the counter. He wasn't going to make his books into movies because that would mean he'd have to actually be there to make sure things went the way he wanted. He wasn't going to let a movie studio butcher his book series. Besides that, he just didn't want to hear this lecture while he was staring at an empty can of coffee grounds. That meant he had no caffeine in the house, and he'd have to try and stay awake on his own.

"Look, now's really not the best time to discuss this. Can I call you back?"

"Uh...Yeah, sure, call me back before one, okay?"

"Will do," Liam muttered as he tried to search for something to eat, only to find that his fridge was also very devoid of food. He made enough money to make sure he never ran out of food, yet there he was with no food. Probably, because he didn't do the shopping himself and relied on someone else to do it for him. Plus, there was the fact that he just had no concept of when he'd run out and when would be a good time to have David go out and get more. Plus there was the whole thing about making sure that there was a list of what he wanted, and he didn't like having to make one up.

He went back to his phone and texted his friend a quick message 'Need food and coffee. Do your job.' He was being playful with his message, and figured that his friend knew that he was out of food. He just made his way to his living room and laid down on his couch with the television turned on. His eyelids grew heavy, but he tried hard to keep them open and stay away for when his friend finally got to his home. He should have probably gotten started on a list of things he needed from the grocery store, but he was way too tired to even get up from the couch now. He'd just have to come up with something when his friend finally got there.

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His day had started out horrible. He stared out the window of the bus in a mindless thought, then glanced back down at the slip of paper in his hand. It was a note left in his locker at the animal shelter that read:

"Dear shelter employee, Due to a lack of funding for our facilities by the city, we are no longer able to stay open. All animals in our possession at the end of the week will be transferred to other shelters in neighboring communities. Your last day of employment with us will be Friday of this week. We thank you for your service and wish you well."


Marques kept reading and rereading the note. It had just been a few weeks prior that he had been let go from his job as a waiter. He was already scrambling to find a way to pick up a job to cover that lose. Now...well, now he was sunk. Rent was due in two weeks and he would have no way to pay it, not to mention food and other monthly expenses.

He leaned his head on the window not sure what he felt at the moment....depressed, heartbroken, angry, frustrated..he was just not sure. Perhaps all of this to some extent. He crumpled the paper in his hand and showed it unceremoniously into the pocket of his jacket. What he needed at this point was to just sit down and talk with someone. Someone who could offer an ear he could bend and perhaps even a possible solution to his problem.

The bus pulled to a stop and people started milling towards doors to exit. Looking out the window, he saw this was his stop too. He had promised to pay Liam a visit today. He had just not expected it would be under these circumstances. Marques never liked being down when he went to see Liam or anyone else, for that matter. When he was gloomy, it just seemed he had a dark cloud over everything he said or thought and, in turn, that usually caused others problems for him as his negative attitude spilled out from all he said. He didn't wish to be negative with Liam. Not today, not ever.

It had only been a few steps off the bus when the rain started. Marques sighs heavily as he pulls his hood over his head. "Is it possible for this day to get any worse?" he asks no one in particular. The apartment building is two more blocks away and the rain starts to fall at a quicker rate, soon soaking through his hood and jacket. Marques half walks, half jogs to the door of the building. When he gets there he enters the glass doors of the entrance and takes a moment to catch his breath. Turning around he looks outside with a look as if scolding the rain for making his day just that much more miserable.

Marques takes off the drenched jacket and shakes it free of the water droplets still clinging to it. The bell to the elevator signals that someone is about to exit, so he stops shaking the jacket, not wishing to get others wet. He will allow the rain itself to do that. He patiently waits to enter the elevator as two women exit. They are talking and laughing as they walk past Marques, perhaps not even noticing that he had been standing there waiting for them to pass. As they go by he enters the elevator and presses the "10". The doors close and the ride up begins.

The doors creak open and Marques makes his way off, taking a right turn down the hallway to Liam's apartment. He stops in front of the door and lets out a heavy breath. Closing his eyes he tells himself he needs to snap out of this mood before he goes in. He is here to visit his friend, not to consult with a counselor over his troubles in life. Liam had enough stress in his life to deal with, he didn't need to listen to the sob story of another.

Opening his eyes and letting out another breath, Marques steps to the door and rings the doorbell. He hopes he is not interrupting Liam as he knows sometimes writers can get into a "groove" with their work and interruptions, even small ones, can make that moment of productivity pass. He waits patiently, trying to put a smile on his face.

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Marques looked up as the door to the apartment was open and Liam greeted him. Taking a step inside, he gives Liam a one-armed hug and pat on the back. "How are you, Liam?" Marques followed Liam into the living area where a television was droning away. He sat down in a chair, letting out a sigh as he did. Quickly he catches this in his mind and reprimanded himself. He took a moment to remind himself that he did not wish to let on to Liam that this had not been a stellar day for him.

Looking up at the television, Marques sees one of the shop from home programs on. It seems they were currently trying to convince their viewers that a summer frock with pastel flowers on was the next greatest thing for ladies. Marques looked over to Liam who was sitting on a couch positioned in front of the television. He looked awful; zombie like to be exact. He had dark circles around his eyes, droopy eyelids, more or less looked as if he had been knocked to the ground and run over by a steamroller.

Marques sighs and says, "You pulled another all-nighter, didn't you my friend? I understand it is kind of the nature of your job at times, but you need your rest or it will effect your health." Standing up and walking over to Liam, Marques offers him a hand and pulls him from the couch. "Let me get you to bed. You need your sleep." Marques walks Liam to the door of his bedroom and pushes the door open. "In you go, young man. And...." Marques holds out his hand, "your phone. You don't need to be disturbed. You need to get some sleep."

After receiving the phone, Marques watches Liam go into the room and start to undress. He quietly closes the door and goes back to the living room. Plopping down on the couch, he locates the remote and flips through the channels. Finding nothing that he deemed worth his time or trouble to watch, he looks around the room. It was a mess. As a matter of fact, the whole apartment was a mess. Marques checks in on Liam and sees he is now fast asleep. He then pokes around to find some cleaning supplies and goes about dusting and cleaning the apartment.

An hour later, he looks around and gives himself a sigh of approval. "Well, this looks better." he says to himself. Walking over to the room Liam did his work in, Marques peeks through the door. The place is a mess, but Marques decides he better not touch anything inside as Liam likely has some sort of method to his madness. He puts away the cleaning materials and decides he could use a drink.

Being bold enough to help himself to a soda, he opens the refrigerator only to find it empty. Going through the pantry, he sees the same same. "What is it that this man eats?" he wonders aloud. Putting his jacket back on and taking a key to the apartment from a hook near the door, he decides to pay a visit to a little market he knew was just three blocks away. He would get some food and drink for Liam before the poor guy wasted away to nothing.

As he is coming back to the apartment with two bags full of food and drink, he wonders how Liam survives. He is not getting proper sleep and he obviously is not eating properly either. He worries for his friend and his health. Liam's work and his anxiety are going to be his undoing, is all Marques can think. He decides he would make an effort to visit Liam on a more regular occasion to keep a watch on this. And now that he was unemployed, this should not be a problem.

After putting away the groceries, he takes one last peek at his sleeping friend. He quietly closes the bedroom door and then puts his jacket back on. As he does, the crumpled note telling him he lost his job, falls unnoticed to the floor. Walking out the door and closing it behind him, Maruqes heads off to the bus stop.

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All Liam did was protest. He knew that he needed sleep, but he didn't want to go to bed. His friend continued to insist though and basically forced him to go to sleep. He would have been fine, one all-nighter wasn't terribly bad for him, and he was going to hold off of sleep to try and not end up staying up all night again. Marques, apparently didn't care about this and made him go to bed anyway and even took his phone away. He just wanted to stay up for a bit, talk to his friend then do a small amount of work before he actually slept. Still, due to him already being tired, he didn't protest that much and if he really wanted to he probably could have convinced his friend that that isn't what he needed to do at the moment.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, Liam was out. he was already snoozing away. He passed out on his bed and stayed that way for hours. He slept a long time before finally getting up again, only because of a distant phone call he could hear he was getting. He quickly got out of bed and searched for his phone. For a long moment he was on the verge of an anxiety attack, not really remembering that he had handed his phone to Marques.

Finally, that thought dawned on him and he sprinted out of his bedroom and found his phone laying on the coffee table in his living room. He picked it up and answered just in time to hear the angered voice of his publisher. "Liam, I can't believe you. I told you to call me back before one." Another panic attack started up. Liam glanced at the time, it was now two in the afternoon. Great, now his publisher was mad at him and his heart was beating so fast and hard that he could barely think. Tears started to spring from his eyes and his mind was focusing on the fact that she was mad rather than the conversation. He had to set his phone down while she was yelling and walk away.

It took him a few minutes to get everything under control, then he picked up the phone again and pressed it to his ear. She was still talking, but much less mad this time. She was more like a disappointed parent now, lecturing him on how he should be more responsible and that all she wants is to see his books grow and come to life. This was much less panic inducing and he was just happy that he had been lucky enough that she hadn't paused at all waiting for him to respond.

"I'm sorry I missed out, I had pulled an all nighter working on my next book before the deadline caught up to me," Liam explained. "Besides that, I'm really not interested in selling the rights of my book to some movie producers. I'd rather just keep it to myself for now."

"You're missing out on a huge opportunity, Liam," His publisher warned.

"I know, it's fine," Liam sighed, as he glanced around his clean house that he was pretty sure wasn't so clean when he had fallen asleep. Though, there was a piece of paper on the floor that he had just noticed. He grabbed the paper and read the notification. It was about Marques' animal shelter job being done. He threw the paper away and sighed. His friend now had no job. "I'm okay with that. I need to go now. I'll talk to you again later, bye."

Liam hung up the phone only to call Marques. As soon as his friend answered the phone, Liam sighed, "How short are you on rent this month?"

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The sun was finally trying to break through the gloom of the day and the sidewalks were drying up. Marques decided he would walk from this point back to his apartment as he knew there were a couple diners, restaurants, and even a bookstore in this two mile stretch from Liam's apartment. In all, he made seven stops, but he ended up at his apartment with not even an application to show for it. It seemed everyone was not hiring, or even cutting workers as the summer was winding down and the traffic to their establishments would be slowing down.

Marques tossed his jacket on a hook on the wall by his door and made his way to his refrigerator. He took out the last soda he had and opened it up. Making his way to the living room, he plopped into his favorite chair, an ugly blue recliner. It was worn out and dirt looking, but it was comfortable. Marques even spent many a night sleeping in it when he was too restless to sleep in his bed. He just sat there staring out the window that overlooked the skyline of the city before him. He slowly sipped at the soda wondering how he was going to get out of this mess.

Rent was due in two weeks, he was running out of food, and he only had $35 left in his wallet after he paid to restock Liam's refrigerator with food earlier in the day. One by one his mind worked through his options and one by one they were tossed away. He had come to his last possible choice, well, the last choice other than being homeless. He would reach out to his parents to see if he could stay with them until he could get his feet under him again.

Marques loved his parents and knew they would be happy to help him out, but the fact was he was twenty-five and had nothing in his life to show for it. He had no direction, no skills that could help him find work, and no real goal or purpose in his life at this point. He reluctantly pulls the phone from his pocket and starts to put in his parent's number when the phone rings. Liam's name lights up in the phone's display. Marques smiles, happy to see his friend has awaken.

"Hey, Liam. Welcome back to the world of the living," he says as he answers. The voice on the other end comes back with, "How short are you on rent this month?" Marques is taken off guard by this greeting and sits silent for a moment. "Ahh, what kind of question is that to ask a guy?" Marques is a bit perplexed as to why Liam would call and ask such a thing. Perhaps a "Thanks for cleaning up," or "Thanks for the food," but where was this coming from.

Then an empty spot hits his gut. Marques springs from his chair and moves to his jacket. He reaches into his pocket..nothing, the other pocket...nothing. It is gone. The termination note is not there. It must have fallen out at Liam's apartment. "Damn...you know." is all Marques can come back with at this point.