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Mason Bass

the missing boy.

0 · 937 views · located in Los Angeles, California

a character in “Los Angeles Neighbors' Club”, as played by faceclaim

Description



ImageMASON COOPER BASS
"Mase", "MC", "The Bass"

DOB 06/02/1999.xxxxxxGENDER MalexxxxxxSEXUALITY Homosexual (but closeted)

ZODIAC SIGN GeminixxxxxxOCCUPATION Student/Lifeguard in the Summers.

QUOTE "Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.."

HEX CODE #D2691ExxxxxxSONG INSPIRATION "And over there, does the air taste differently?"

CODENAME Big Bass



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GENERAL STYLE
Mason likes to look put together in front of other people, especially those he isn't familiar with yet. He switches between muted t-shirts and polos, usually paired with dark wash jeans and a comfortable jacket. He's also a big fan of quarter-zips or thick knit sweaters when the weather is appropriate. He keeps his hair as tamed as he can and spends an ample amount of time getting ready in the morning. To his family, and the people he's close with, he favors bare feet and tank tops, and will even go shirtless with a comfortable pair of shorts. He is also a big fan of wearing other people's clothing, no matter if it fits him or not; he does prefer when it's too big rather than too small, especially with his broad shoulders. He has a tattoo he got for his graduation present, a reminder to be present and not worry about things he can't control.



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ImagexxxxxxxxxxxxxLIKES
Chinese takeout. Getting a good grade on an exam.
Going out on his family's boat. Summer; his sister,
though the season is also good. Old t-shirts. Scruff
and the feeling of it on his face. Kissing someone.
Laying out by the pool, letting the sun soak in his
skin. Studying until he feels prepared. Flashcards.
Going fishing with his dad and sister. Grilling. A
nice hot shower after a long game. White winters
when the snow sticks to his hair and his sweater.
Snowball fights with his best friends. Having such
a strong group of friends to fall back on. Soothing
cups of tea, and strong cups of coffee. Lazy days
where he can bundle up in a sweatshirt and his
glasses and relax for once. His old treehouse in
the magnolia tree. Laying out at night and seeing
all the stars Los Angeles is known for. Little kitties.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDISLIKES
Sunburns, and bad tan lines. Teachers not liking
him; scratch that, anyone not liking him. Cleaning
the pool at work. Being unprepared, especially
with his school work. Tight clothing that hugs him.
Being away from nature for too long. Bad grades.
Studying all night and getting a bad grade. Apples.
Getting sick and having to be taken care of. Too
little sleep. Mexican food from chain restaurants.
Snoring, even though he softly snores. Unsweet
tea. Lots of body hair. Horror movies, unless he
has someone else to hide behind. Those who
don't take responibility for their actions. Partying
too much. Boys who think they're hot shit. Small
rooms, especially when they're crowded. Heights.
Being alone in any situation, it gets him paranoid.
The big picking on the small. Unsalted popcorn.


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PERSONALITY
To most people, Mason is the typical Boy Next Door. Good Great grades, captain of his high school baseball team, and a dutiful member of a number of clubs. His teachers adore him, his friends love to be around him, and generally, he's a good kid.

Behind those good manners and a pearly smile is a boy so anxious there's an orange bottle with his name on it. With a mind that runs a mile a minute, it's only logical that not all of those thoughts would be good thoughts. Mason's mind tries to think of all the possible outcomes, and even one undesirable outcome can stop him in his tracks. "What if?" "What if?" "What if?" can turn a nice day into a nightmare all trapped within the confines of his head. There's the catch: he's become "high-functioning" in the sense that he can usually manage to keep his symptoms from showing in public, especially when he keeps his days busy. Going from a long day of school, to a club meeting, to baseball practice, then helping cook dinner and finishing his homework for the night, his anxiety doesn't catch up with him until his mind is trying to rest. Most days he's too spent for the anxiety to take hold, but even then, he's in the safety of his bedroom and can freak out without anyone seeing.

Mason's public appearance is most important to him. Being the valedictorian, and the "boy next door", is how he's kept his friends and gotten into his dream school. Being someone else, especially a more anxious version of himself, is not in the plans. Every day and every situation gets a plan. As much as he loves his friends, especially those who made the Los Angeles Neighbors' Club with him, there are very few that know how much his anxiety inhibits him. Some would think that nothing does, judging by his public life, but everyone has an Achilles' heel.

If there's anyone who knows that Achilles' heel, it's his friends and family. He tries to keep them happy, and does whatever possible to do so. He cherishes the friendship he's kept for so long, and there's an ache in his chest that wonders what will happen to his friends once they all go away for college. Mason has so many good memories, no matter how close he was to anyone in the group. And he's not afraid to make new ones, despite the nervousness that comes with being around strangers. He's learned that a smile and a polite tone usually won't lead him astray. As long as he can convince everyone he's fine, he will be fine. Right?




HISTORY
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          Jocelyn Bass was the outspoken student body president of Los Angeles High School. Emmett Bass stood beside her, not only as her boyfriend, but the beloved baseball star as well. Jocelyn went to UC Berkeley, became an ER nurse and fufilled her dream of becoming a mom to two beautiful kids. Emmett spent some time in the minor leagues of LA before settling down as LAHS's baseball coach and a math teacher. Mason was their first, and proved his intelligence early on.

          He always liked school, and loved learning. He would always ask his teachers for more because there was so much he didn't know yet. Mason was the kid to read during recess and nap time, using any time he wasn't busy to learn. With that, school came with friends. Mason liked having friends as much as he liked learning. Jocelyn and Emmett were bemused by a different kid coming in the door to hangout almost every afternoon.

          Mason had a bigger plan, and when he was seven, he gathered a group of his closest friends who lived in his neighborhood and created the "Los Angeles' Neighbors Club". He didn't state himself as the leader, but most of the time when they needed something to do, they looked to him for answers. They spent most of their time in one of the treehouses, playing in someone's pool, and even got some of their parents to take them on road trips. The Bass parents were suckered into taking all the kids to the beach, which ended in a lot of pink faces covered in ice cream. Mason did everything with his friends, and they supported him as he excelled through school. He was in little league baseball with some of his friends, on student council with others, and couldn't imagine a tighter knit group than his. But when he needed them most, he pushed them away.

          He started getting more anxious as he got older, especially as he started driving and dating and touring colleges. Life was passing by so fast and he felt like he was losing his control. When he went to get his driver's license, he got a lot more nervous than normal. Out on the road, his shoulders tensed and he was having a hard time breathing. He was sweating and shaking and unable to control the car when it tapped the bumper in front of him. Luckily, the driver he tapped seemed to notice Mason's behavior and decided to let it go, but Mason certainly didn't pass. That was his first panic attack. The second one was when they handed him his first bottle of medication for generalized anxiety and panic disorder. Mason refused to tell anyone outside his family about it, even his Club friends. His public appearance of normality became so much more important to him because of all the anxiousness clouding his mind.

          The anxiety didn't stop him from getting into Stanford, his dream school, and graduating as the valedictorian of his class. It also didn't stop him from confessing his feelings for his best friend, Remy Solomon, a year before he graduated. Their relationship remained under wraps because of neither of the boys being out of the closet, but the relationship still strengthened, enough for them to both say the l word. Still, Mason cared so much about it staying a secret.

          But now? Now Mason just wants to go home.

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So begins...

Mason Bass's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Remy Solomon Character Portrait: Jane Bennett Character Portrait: Mason Bass Character Portrait: Jem Hill Character Portrait: Mackenzie Lovato Character Portrait: Summer Bass Character Portrait: Jodene K. Van Rompaye Character Portrait: Matthew Tate
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          "God, he found another one."

          The pounding in his head wouldn't stop, it just kept pounding, pounding, pounding, like the thoughts in his head. His thoughts didn't cease when he opened his eyes, only worsened in intensity when he found himself in a very unfamiliar bedroom with very unfamiliar people; without his safety net of little pills from an orange bottle, he skid back into the corner of the bed, his body settling into panic. "Hey, hey, hey, kid, it's okay. We're not gonna hurt ya!" The girl in front of him, wild blonde hair (like Summer) and tired but innately curious eyes staring at him, couldn't have been older than fifteen and had no business calling him a kid.

          "H-how'mi supposed to know that? You could be the ones that t-took me here!" Mason tried to sound intimidating but couldn't keep the helplessness from his voice. He'd been in and out for the last few days, wrestling with hunger and panic and wading in and out of consciousness. He was almost positive he had a concussion of some sort, but who knows what could be wrong when he's here- wherever here is.

          The girl in front of him sighed, and tested Mason by sitting at the end of the bed. There was another kid in the room, younger than the girl by at least four years, watching the door like a hawk. "Did a man offer to take you to a rest stop? To wait for the next bus, or to find some place to sleep?" The girl asked, her eyes probing him for answers. He didn't know why, but her gaze wasn't as threatening as before, and he can at least relax more since she was trying to help him. With a few stabilizing breaths, in out in out, Mason reached for the last memories that occupied his mind. He was on his way to Stanford, riding along in his truck listening to a playlist that Remy made for him, when his truck started slowing and he pulled to the side of the road. Then, "uh, yeah, a man stopped after my truck stalled. I was going to Stanford, I had orientation, he-he offered to take me to the gas station and then- well, now I'm here." Mason's voice drops at the end, his eyes adverting to his hands intertwining in one another painfully.

          "So you're the type of kid they send search parties for- he finally made a mistake." The boy finally piped up, turning to stare at Mason. Both of them looked to him like he was their saving grace, but he wasn't even sure he could save himself. Before he could let them down, let everyone down- there's a door somewhere that swings open loudly, a deep voice calling out. "Zoey? Charlie? I hope you haven't been snacking too much, I just brought dinner home."

          The kids scurry out of his room, just as a man, the man, walked up to his open door. He didn't necessarily look threatening, but the situation they're in put Mason on edge, keeping to the back wall. "Oh good, you're awake."

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          Summer quickly found comfort when Remy slipped in beside her and her head rested on his shoulder easily. She could only nod at his comment, a spare tear slipping from her eyes. "I don't get why they don't- don't understand that Mason's... Mason wouldn't do this." Summer's voice thickened with tears she pressed into Remy's shoulder. Jane joined them, kissing Summer's forehead and sitting down with her back resting against the couch, letting out an equally thick "I love you", which was quickly returned by Summer.

          The LANC crew settled in one by one, the next being Jem who sat by her side. Summer fished a hand out of the blankets and held onto his without a second thought. Although their feelings for each other were complicated, she needed him, and wouldn't liet that confusion get in her way. "Thank you for b-being here, J." Summer sniffled out again, rubbing her thumb against his hand.

          Summer was equally thankful for Matty's attempt at lightening the mood, calling that asshole Barnega "Detective Grumpy". "I think he can go shove it." Summer muttered, turning her head to look back at the kitchen. The two detectives were hunched over the table, discussing files with her parents. Her eyes followed them as they rose from the table and moved to address the group of teenagers gathered by the couch. Judging by Barnega's lips set in a firm line, it seemed Walker would be doing all the talking.

          "First off, thank you all for coming to speak with us today. Any information on Mason can be crucial to an investigation like this," Walker starts, her smile full of hope that Summer just couldn't muster at this point, it was too painful. She remembered something Jem had said a while back, one of his stories about his father's cases. After forty-eight hours, they're looking for a body. "We trust that each and every one of you gave us all the information you could. For now, the best way you all can help us is being there for each other. Being your age is difficult, especially when you have to deal with a situation like this. Rest assured the Los Angeles' Missing Persons Unit is doing everything they can to find your friend. If you have information you remember at a later date, our information is on the table for you all to pick up."

          "So we just sit here waiting to see if whoever or whatever has Mason will give him back? There's nothing we can do?" Summer retaliates, her eyes red and glossy but her voice stinging. The female gives her a smile, a pitiful smile, and answers, "please. Just give us time, Summer. We'll find your brother."