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Conner Bailey

The New Kid

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a character in “Stockbridge”, as played by Limeaid

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CONNER BAILEY
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"Break up with your girlfriend Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored" -Ariana Medium
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'11'' (6 foot on tinder)
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xxxxx|| Build || Tall, with a good amount a muscle that he's not shy show off
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xxxxx|| Scars || Conner has a scar above his left knee from when he fell off a skateboard and fucked up his knee.
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xxxxx|| Pricings || With a weaker pain tolerance, Conner only has his ears pierced. He Currently has no plans to get any more, or any tattoos
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xxxxx|| Description || Conner’s personal style isn’t all too much to write home about. Messy brown hair, that a lot of the time has a baseball cap on top. He’ll usually have a sweatshirt on with some wording on it, tan/off white pants or jeans, a pair of white vans and matching socks. He rarely strays from this type of dress. Not stepping outside his comfort zone for much.
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xxxxx|| Likes || Indie Films, Making Films, Lofi-Music, White Water Rafting, A24, Slushies, House Partys, Playing Acoustic Guitar, The Flavor of Mint, Rocky Road Ice Cream, Pine, Hiking, Swimming, Truth or Dare, One night stands, Flings, Hoodies, Demin Jackets, Sunglasses, Smoking, Star Gazing, Being the Leader, Kids, Babysitting, Dogs, Lakes, Fishing, Causing Drama, Earth Tones.
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Monogamy, Meat, Being Cold, The sound of Velcro, Oranges, Seeing Blood, Physical Pain, Kids Crying, Wine, Driving Alone, Most Video Games, Neon Green, White Noise, Action Movies, Cats, Being seen as boring, Opening Shifts, Skateboarding, Most Sports,
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xxxxx|| Quirks || Chews Ice, Bite nails when nervous, Messes with hair when flirty.
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xxxxx|| Fears || Being Ordinary, Not Accomplishing Much, Being Single.
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xxxxx|| Personality || Outwardly, Conner is effortlessly charming, disarmingly sweet, caring, with a little hint of danger. The type of guy you would bring home to your Disney channel esc family. Conner has crafted this tormented boy next door persona, with most time care he has put anything into. He puts on this mask as a way to come across as more intriguing than he thinks he truly is. He’s someone you want to get to know, but shouldn't.

In his youth Conner was outgoing, and a ride-or-die friend. The type of kid to go along with your plans, before you even knew what they were. His dads gave him the freedom to be who/whatever he wanted but overwhelmed with the possibilities he never settled and became himself. Struggling with not being likable Conner molded himself to fit whatever role he needed to be, never self-actualizing. A people pleaser to a fault, he strives to be a fun presence if it breaks him.

Conner was at Hampshire College, a liberal arts school, studying film. He was enjoying his time there but started to see how normal he was. No longer was he the center of attention, the leader, the best friend. He was a side character, to the much more interesting student body. He felt out of place and was getting harder and harder to recognize himself. So, he left saying it was because he was overwhelmed with the workload. When in truth he fell victim to imposters syndrome

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xxxxx|| Filmography || Pretty much born with a passion and a gift for film making. Conner went to college for a year to pursue a career in it.
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xxxxx|| Manipulation || Conner has always had a knack for getting what he wants. He can easily lie, con, and manipulate things in ways that benefit him.
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xxxxx|| Paternal Instincts|| One of the only times you'll see Conner more settled and with any ounce of maturity is around kids.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Charming People, Flirting, Getting People to open up.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Owning up to his mistakes, Seeing his own faults, Maturity, People Pleasing.
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Conner, The eldest Riley child born on June 17th. A happy addition to long-term boyfriend Myles and Justin. Brought up in a big loving family, Olivia A close family friend and surrogate mother was living right down the street. He was dealt a great hand, well off a seemingly functional family, and more love than he could comprehend.

In his youth, Conner was everyone's best friend. Always making his peers laugh, coming up with new games. From a young age, Conner was excellent at moving from different social groups, not settling down and spreading roots with just one social circle.

When Conner was five his little sister Victoria was born, he would quickly take on a big brother role, trying to protect her from the outside, wanting her to be safe. The two would be very close when they were kids, pretty much doing anything and everything with each other. However, as Vic got older she started to pull from Conner seeing more of his less than ideal sides.

Conner would leave Boston to pursue a film degree as it was one the only things he stayed consistent with. Everything started out well, he had a new group of friends and was starting to spread himself less thin. But old habits die hard, not wanting to miss out on things he would try to be that everyman type guy again. This proved not feasible in a more adult setting, people saw through him, they didn't want to be around a guy who was so worried about being likable he was never himself. He felt more and more out of place, if people didn't like him what did he have? Feeling like an imposter in his own skin, he left. His family was already planning on moving so he followed suit and moved back in with them, to a small town in Massachusetts called Stockbridge. Conner is struggling to find out who he really is, and now his family and most of the town are missing, he doesn't have anywhere to hide.

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cs: phosphene - fc: Rudy Pankow - hex code: 235372

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So begins...

Conner Bailey's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Logan Park Character Portrait: Conner Bailey
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Letta Hardcastle.
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The Journalist | outfit. | #c27ba0.
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Two weeks later and Letta still couldn't believe that her family was still missing. The anxiety surrounding her grandfather had hit quickly, but she was beginning to miss even her grandparents, as overbearing as they could be. When she first found them gone, she had taken their expensive car out for a spin, she ate whatever she wanted, slept in often, and wore whatever she wanted. But a few days into things, it got old quickly and she began to worry.

What helped to keep her from spiraling, were her friends and her writing. She was determined to figure out what happened to not only her family but her town as well. She wasn't the only one missing loved ones. Ben was missing his father, Bea was missing hers, and on and on. An evergrowing list of the missing.

That wasn't the only concerning thing about what was going on in Stockbridge. Those who were left, the survivors, reported seeing strange things around town. Things they couldn't explain. Their power would work, but they couldn't get any signals from outside of town. No radio. No tv. No cell signals. No internet. They were completely alone.

Letta stood in her room, shoving the things she needed into her satchel: her notebooks, her pens, a flashlight, and a few small "essentials" like chapstick, a small water bottle, and a granola bar. Tonight was another meeting of the survivors. Mostly to theorize just what might've happened to get them all into this mess, and how exactly they were going to get out of it. She looked forward to working with Rowan. She was an incredibly smart girl who always seemed to see things in ways the rest of the town didn't.

Before heading out of her bedroom, she grabbed her Canon Rebel DSLR camera, made her the cap was on tightly, before tossing the strap over her head and bounding down the stairs, shutting the door tightly behind her. She might be the only one living there, but if strange things were afoot in her town, she would like to know if they were cavorting in her bedroom. Plus, she made it clear that her home was open to those who needed it. The only way they were going to get through this thing is together.

She exited her home through the garage after checking every door leading to the outside was locked. She grabbed her rollerskates and shoved her socked feet into them, and rolled out, her boots held tight in one hand and her garage remote in the other. Just like that, she was off down her driveway and headed towards the diner.

She had stopped driving within the first week once they realized they couldn't reach the outside, or leave. If they weren't going to get any more gas, there was no point in wasting it when it could be used for other things in case of emergencies. Besides, this was a small enough town to get around in any way. Why not get some exercise in?

The air was chilly as she pushed her way through the empty streets. The sight still gave her the heebs. She was so used to the bustling of small-town life. Waving to the old man who owned the barbershop as he swept the hair from his floors. Or the produce woman who used to give her a free apple as she passed (if she was on foot or wearing skates). Both of them hadn't been seen since everyone else disappeared. The whole town was reduced to next to no one. She rubbed her arms, though she was warm enough under her jacket that she knew it wasn't from the cold. She could've sworn she was being watched.

Once the diner came into view, she sped towards it, hoping to chase whatever, or whoever was watching her. Or at the very least get enough distance that the feeling would leave her mind.

The ghosts of this town were going to get to her one day.

She reached for the door, pulling it open, swinging herself inside where she used her momentum to roll to a nearby table. Rowan and Dierdre were already there. The sight of the dark-haired, brooding... of Dierdre made her swallow the lump that formed in her throat. She quickly turned her attention to Rowan, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." She sat on the edge of the nearest vinyl seat and swapped her skates for her boots. Although I guess I'm early since it's just the three of us." She gave a nod to Deirdre by way of greeting.

She pulled out her phone and sent a request for an ETA to the rest of the group.






Ben Daniels.
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Ben sat on his front porch, a lit cigarette between his fingers. He took a drag, holding it, and blowing out the smoke in a chemical cloud. He knew he needed to get going or he'd be late for the "meeting". Normally, he would assume that no one would even notice he was missing. But since he began working with Bea, Letta, and Rowan and investigating the town, recording his podcast episodes, if not for any other reason than to just document the goings-on of Stockbridge... he felt seen. He didn't realize how chafing that would feel until he was constantly being looked at and talked to. It had been a long time since he had that kind of attention on him and it was definitely an adjustment.

He took another drag, allowing himself a moment of stillness, to savor the silence. Their small rickety house just outside the neighborhood was usually quiet, especially since it was just he and his father, but there was just something about the stillness around him that he wanted to savor for another moment. It was also a moment of calm before he would be around Bea Clarke again.

She wasn't chaos by any means. She just... caused his body a little chaos. His heart races when he sees her. He talks a little too fast sometimes. His mind moving a mile a minute. He wants to impress her. He wants to be himself. He wants to make her laugh. He doesn't think he's very funny. He blew out another puff of smoke and ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. He needed to shake the feelings. Bea was too good for the likes of him. A Misfit. The boy without a mom and an unstable father, raised in the party scene and moved to small town, Massachusetts. He traded board shorts and cargo pants for jeans and leather jackets. Though, strangely enough... if he allowed himself to think about it, he actually prefers this life.

Camping under the stars with friends. Seeing Bea smile. Kayla's hugs and guidance. They liked Ben for who he was and not the money in his pocket or his father's career. Just... Ben.

He took one last drag as the lit end neared the butt of the cigarette before he flicked it into a muddy section of his front yard where it would be doused by the moisture. Last thing they needed was a forest fire when there weren't any firemen around. He released the smoke into the air, watching it dissipate before as it rose into the night sky. Time to go. He thought. He grabbed his flashlight, his phone, a walkie, and his old skateboard, and made his way into town.

He thought about taking it bike to the diner, but he tried to use it only for emergencies. Gas was all around him but he didn't feel like siphoning it until he had to. For now, he would just ride. He arrived at the diner just in time to see Letta Hardcastle barreling towards the door and swinging her way inside. Almost like she was running from something. Ben squinted into the night, only really seeing shadows. He prayed none of those shadows moved any more than a shadow should. He tried not to let it cause him any unease. Before he walked inside, he pulled out his phone, typed a quick text to Bea before heading in.

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Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Logan Park Character Portrait: Conner Bailey
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