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Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis

The Jock

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a character in “Stockbridge”, as played by AbsoluteWhisper

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THEODORA PAWLAK-IRAKLIDIS
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xxxxx|| Legal Name || Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis
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xxxxx|| Nickname(s) || Theo (preferred)
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xxxxx|| Pronouns || She/Her
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xxxxx|| Age || 25
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xxxxx|| Birth-place || Stockbridgexx
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xxxxx|| Height || 6’4’’
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xxxxx|| Build || Tall and stocky
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xxxxx|| Description || For obvious reasons, Theo stands out in a crowd. Her height leads her to towering over most people, but it's truly her width that is the final nail in the coffin. With shoulders broader than the majority of men, Theo takes up almost twice as much space as the average person. Her work on the farm doesn’t help her in this regard. Constant physical activity has built her well, and with a high calorie diet, she’s muscular and stocky, but not ripped. Powerful, thick muscles are balanced by a moderate amount of fat, leading her to appear wide and brawny, like a strongman or a linebacker rather than a bodybuilder. Her hands fit the size of her body, which is, to say, large, but they’re rough and calloused from years of hard labor. In fact, said labor has been the cause for the majority of the scars on her body, littered randomly on her sun-kissed skin wherever one might look. Her eyes, blue as the sky on a clear summer day, compliment her radiant smile, large pointed noise, and full lips. A natural blonde, Theo’s hair length can fluctuate, but as of right now, she has an undercut with the hair on top long enough to tie up.

In terms of clothing and style, Theo doesn’t fuss over such things very often. It's most common to find her in her work clothes: a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, sometimes a ripped flannel, a cap, and steel-toed boots. When not on the farm, she can often be seen in dark, more masculine clothing, mostly remnants from her edgier, grunge phase in high school, something she still enjoys, just a little less so. In fact, whenever she wears make-up, it's often on the darker, more obvious side. Theo finds no pleasure in subtlety, so if she’s going to go all out on her appearance, it will be easy to see. Theo doesn’t enjoy wearing the most feminine-styled attire, IE dresses and skirts, and will thus avoid wearing it, but she has no issues wearing garments in a wild variety of colors.
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xxxxx|| Likes || Her job, Her family, Spring evenings, Winter mornings, The smell of a bonfire, Sitting and talking by the fire, All animals, especially her dogs, Her pick-up truck, Building, Woodworking, Fishing, Hunting for food, Sports of all kinds, Fresh fruits and vegetables, Cooking with said fresh ingredients, Pretty girls with even prettier eyes, Playing the guitar and piano, Singing, Friendly competition, Compliments of any kind, Physical contact, Getting dirt on her hands and clothing, Stargazing, When people ask to feel her muscles
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Drugs and most alcohol, Prejudice of any kind, People who use others for their own gain, Smoking, especially cigars, Bitter foods, Most processed foods, People who don’t like animals, Bullies of any kind, Being told she is “too dumb” or “too much”, Heavy rain or snow as it just makes her job harder, Wearing feminine clothing, Bigots or judgemental mindsets, When people are scared of her, When people make fun of her hands for being dirty, Hunting for sport
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xxxxx|| Quirks || Will take her hat off when talking to someone if she fancies them, so she’ll often do this with pretty girls, Hands almost always dirty, Usually she’s nursing some kind of minor injury, Extremely high appetite, Will go almost everywhere with her dogs
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xxxxx|| Fears || Losing her family, Losing the farm, Being unable to do her job, Never finding someone to settle down with
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xxxxxUpon first seeing Theo, many people are intimidated, both by her size but also by her rather flat resting expression. But the second she opens her mouth, that illusion is broken. She isn’t exactly soft spoken, but is instead kind spoken, always overly polite, respectful, and courteous to strangers, especially those older than her, with measured words and a relaxed tone. She so perfectly fits into that stereotypical “gentle giant” box. Her movements are coordinated, as to not accidentally cause harm to those around her, and she tends to put the comfort and happiness of everyone else over her own. None of this means she is shy, in fact, Theo is far from it. She carries this air of pride and confidence with her, by always maintaining eye contact, speaking to people directly, and expressing no hesitation in what she does. She is proud of how far she has come, and that is obvious in how easily she speaks about her passions. Although she isn’t necessarily boastful on purpose, it's common for her to show off physically, especially when someone she wants to impress is around.

xxxxxWith friends, Theo is able to relax and let loose a bit more. The respectful air is dropped, and her high-energy, high-octane personality bubbles to the surface. She is a very physical person, often hugging others, standing very close, going for handshakes, even pushing or punching people playfully. It's not uncommon for her to randomly challenge people to arm wrestling or just regular wrestling matches. Her sense of volume control is lost rather quickly, and if alcohol is added to the mix, this is only worsened. Theo is quick to trust, and even quicker to care, and once you have that relationship with her, she will go to the ends of the earth for you. She is loyal to a fault, a trait that has resulted in her being stepped all over by many people. But at the end of the day, she doesn’t mind. If it's making somebody else happy, she’s willing to help in any way she can. She is determined, headstrong, and will almost never give up, especially on other people, but she’s a pacifist in almost all cases. Almost nobody has seen her truly angry, but if she does get to that level, she will often leave and close herself off to cool down to ensure she doesn’t blow up at anybody.

xxxxxAlthough Theo possesses admiral physical capabilities, intelligence wise, she’s… well, she’s a bit on the lower half of the bell curve. She barely graduated high school, and even had to retake her freshman year. But, being the positive, optimistic person she is, she was just happy she could do sports for an extra year. In terms of booksmarts, her reading and writing comprehension was moderate, but her ability to work with science or numbers was extremely poor, and her dyslexia certainly didn’t help. Even disregarding her inability to function at a scholarly level, she’s on the slower slide in terms of picking up cues or hints. Innuendos or veiled comments tend to fly right over her head or take extended periods of time for her to process. This is one of the few things she’s quite self conscious about; she truly did try her hardest in school. It just… wasn’t what she was cut out for. As a result, any direct comments or insults about her intelligence cause her to clam up and shrink away. It's one of the few things she will genuinely be embarrassed about, and negative comments such as those have a habit of sticking with her for a long time. Weeks later, she’ll remember them, and it’ll foul her mood.

xxxxxIn terms of romance, Theo’s mothers ensured they raised the perfect gentleman in every way. Not the type to blush or shy away from those she fancies, Theo instead will treat them with more respect than she would with her male friends. A surefire way to tell if she’s interested is to watch her body language; if she likes someone, she’ll always take her hat off before speaking to them, play with her hair, and make sure to smile and listen extra intently to all they say. She’s a hopeless romantic, often giving the women she’s crushing on little homemade gifts: some flowers she picked around the farm, a carved wooden figure of their favorite animal, a new treat she learned how to make, etc. Given her appearance, she was rather popular with the ladies in high school, often bouncing between girlfriends. But even though all of those relationships ended, none of them were on a negative note. Nor did any of her previous girlfriends have anything negative to say about Theo. She was simply too patient and kind for them to develop an opinion of her that was anything but positive. She will always, always, always ask permission before doing anything physical, including things like holding their hand or kissing them.
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xxxxx|| Physical Prowess || Even if Theo hadn’t gotten into sports, her long hours spent working on the farm left her with not only large amounts of strength, but a high endurance as well. Her raw power is immense, being able to lift massive, heavy objects with ease, but she also takes a long time to tire out. She’s undefeated in arm wrestling.
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xxxxx|| Great with Animals || Growing up on a farm meant Theo spent all of her life surrounded by numerous creatures and critters. Despite her size, animals seem to be able to sense just how gentle she is. There’s just something in her voice, in her eyes, that animals can pick up on. The most aggressive, reactive dogs will be feeding from her hands within minutes, the most spirited, unbroken horses are tame within hours, even wild animals are less skittish around her. She had trained all of the farm dogs into perfect obedience, with her pride and joys being her own personal dogs, Ranger, a three year old, female blue-heeler, and Buck, a one year old, male Belgian Malinois. The farm has three more permanent resident livestock guard dogs, two Anatolan Shepherds, Bruiser, a four year old male, and Beauty, a five year old female, and one Great Pyrinese, Nimbus, a six year old male. The farm has a couple horses, cows, goats, chickens, and pigs, along with plenty of barn cats.
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xxxxx|| Cooking and Butchering || After her job, cooking is Theo’s second passion. Her mothers had her in the kitchen every time they cooked, and with access to so many fresh ingredients, it didn’t take long for her to become a whiz with a knife and spices. Her mother taught her how to butcher most of their animals by the time she was 13, so she can gather her own meat too. It's common for Theo to invite people to her place just for her to cook meals for them.
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xxxxx|| Hunting || Similar to butchering, her mother taught Theo her way around a rifle and shotgun at a young age. As a result, she’s a solid shot with both of them, and will participate in hunting season most years. However, she will never hunt for sport, and she’s not as good with smaller guns, like pistols.
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xxxxx|| Building and Woodworking || Another skill and passion handed down by her mom, Theo learned how to work with wood and building materials. By 18, she knew how to build sheds, along with maintaining their barns and doing repairs around the house. However, once graduating from high school, Theo wanted a place of her own, but she didn’t want to leave her job or her family. So her parents told her, if she wanted to, they would be willing to pay for her own home to be built on the other end of the property. Theo was ecstatic, and spent almost a year working with civil engineers and family friends to design her own home, and after another year of building, it was done. It's not huge, but it's cozy, and has everything Theo could ever ask for, including a few extra bedrooms should she ever decide to have children.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Theo is kind and gentle, and as a result, she tends to work well with others, especially children and animals. But should the need arise, she is easily able to be intimidating due to her size. She’s a fantastic cook, and a great shot with her rifle and shotgun. She was given a guitar as a kid, and has kept and maintained the instrument for years. This allowed her to master guitar, and she’s not a half bad at singing either, with a somewhat rough, contralto voice. She possesses many survival skills, and could live in the wilderness for extended periods of time should the need arise.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Her innate gentleness can lead to her being hesitant to harm others, even when the need arises. She is a horrible shot with pistols or guns she cannot shoulder. Theo isn’t book smart by any sense of the word, but she’s also a bit of a blockhead, so some things can go in one ear and out the other without her ever knowing. Direct insults, especially about her intelligence or appearance, affect her perhaps a bit more than they should, and often stick with her for extended periods of time. She sees the good in everybody, so it's easy for people to take advantage of the kindness she extends to all.
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Larysa Pawlak, a big, burly Polish woman came from a long line of farmers. Her family owned plenty of land not too far from Stockbridge, but Larysa wanted somewhere of her own. After years of saving, and some help from her parents, she was able to buy a 40 acre property in Stockbridge. She started small, building a barn, starting a garden, getting some chickens and pigs, before moving on to a few cows and horses. Life was already going well, but only a few years after establishing herself, Larysa met Evangeline. Eva was a small, sweet city girl, with a degree in creative writing and family in Stockbridge. She was only visiting the area for the holidays when she met Larysa at the local farmer’s market. It was like something out of a fairy tale. Larysa, not one for subtlety, made her attraction to Eva known and asked her on a date while standing over some fresh tomatoes and squashes. Their first date, and all subsequent ones, were nothing short of magical. It was difficult at first, with Eva having to go back to the city each month to do her job, but Larysa didn’t mind. She had found the love of her life, and she would be willing to do anything for her. That is how they were for a few years, a semi-long distance relationship, with Eva visiting as much as she could. Larysa had long since offered her the option of moving in, but Larysa had to wait for the right moment. Finally, she was given the book deal she needed, something she could work remotely, and she moved in with Larysa. The two of them were married four years later.

With a moderately successful children’s book in print and the farm finally turning a decent profit, the two of them decided to start their family. It took a couple tries, but with some sperm donated by Eva’s brother, Larysa became pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to little… Well, big Theodora. Even as a baby she was large, but what was one to expect when Larysa sat at 6’1’’, and Eva’s brother was 6’3’’. Growing up on a farm, surrounded by nothing but kindness and support from her parents, turned Theo into the woman she is today. In fact, Theo can’t think of a time when her parents ever yelled at her, or harmed her, physically or verbally, in any way. And through this, they instilled this calm, warm personality, creating a woman who is respectful and pleasant to everyone she meets.

Theo’s time in school was interesting, to say the least. She always struggled in academics, but her parents were never upset with her over it. They both took plenty of time to try and help explain things to her, and in terms of English subjects, Theo was able to do a bit better given her mother’s background. But neither of her parents knew much about math or science, so she struggled hard in those subjects. She passed middle school just barely, and the difficulty increase in high school proved to be too difficult for her. In her freshman year of high school, she failed two required classes, and had to be held back a year. That was when rumors started, talk of her lack of intelligence came from many. But of course, never to Theo’s face, for fear of retribution from her. Theo didn’t mind staying back, but hearing the rumors hurt her self esteem. Theo wasn’t in high school to argue or study, she was there to make friends, get her GED, and, most importantly, play sports.

There weren’t many sports in middle school, so Theo was excited to get started the moment she moved onto high school. She was most thrilled about football; she never got the chance to play contact sports, so this would be the first time. But much to her dismay, there was no girl's football team. So, she did all that she knew to do, and with the support of her parents, Theo asked to join the boy’s team. Of course, the coach said no, despite the fact that Theo towered over him. So she gave him an ultimatum. She wanted to be a linebacker, so she told him, “If any of your boys can knock me down, I’ll walk out of here without arguing. But if they can’t, then I’ve earned my spot on the team.” With a laugh, the coach agreed, never believing that she would be able to do it. But 30 minutes later, Theo was surrounded by a bunch of high school boys on the ground. Theo earned her place on the team, and spent the rest of her time in high school being regarded as the defense star of the football team. But she didn’t stop with just football. She dabbled in plenty of other sports, and every season, she was participating in something. Wrestling, baseball, basketball, soccer, she even tried volleyball for a season. All that mattered to Theo was that she could be active and spend time with friends.

When Theo graduated, she had dozens of friends, and she was known all over the town. There were no plans for college after graduating, instead she did what she always knew she was going to do: she went back to work on the farm. And that is what she has been doing for the past seven years. With an extra pair of hands, the farm was able to expand, more livestock, a larger garden, and more space for profit. Theo’s life has fallen into a comfortable rhythm. She spends most of her time working on the farm, but she still maintains great relationships with many friends since high school. She goes to local bars and shops, hosts and attends parties, just the usual small town things. But Theo has no issues with this. She feels no need to seek something “greater”, to her, her life is perfect. Well, except for finding someone to spend the rest of her life with. That is her final goal in life, but that’s something she knows needs to arise naturally. So, to her, she was content. Everything was going great. And then both of her parents disappeared, and her life fell apart.

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Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis's Story

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Character Portrait: Theodora Pawlak-Iraklidis Character Portrait: Rowan Woods Character Portrait: Deirdre Worthington Character Portrait: Bea Clarke Character Portrait: Maximus Sawyer Character Portrait: Junpei Kubo
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Rowan Woods
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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since everything seemed to not only go to hell in a handbasket, but nearly everyone in the small town of Stockbridge had all but disapeared without a trace. Leaving only a handful of survivors in the form of a ragtag group of long time friends, and strangers. No one knew what happened, how could they, they were all asleep as everything seemed to go routinely like they always did. But when they awoke, the few remaining individuals found themselves to be the only ones left. And since then, things had somehow only gotten worse. As if everyone else in your hometown disapearing in the dead of night wasn't bad enough.

Even more random and strange happenings started around town, which seemed to only add to the already horror movie esque feeling everyone found themself in. Strange voices and sounds were heard down alleyways or streets when one wasn't looking, only to look and just barely catch sight of something before it was gone. Shadows appearing and disapearing in the blink of an eye. As abnormal and questionable it all was on its own, the added notion of everyone else being gone hadn't help any stress that found itself forming over the weeks that followed.

None of this made sense, and why should it have? How could hundreds, no nearly two thousand people, cease to exist without anyone noticing at all? There just wasn't any reasonable or logical reason or explanation. Which is what led to where the remaining group find themselves today. Within the past two weeks sine they found themselves the only survivors, so to speak, everyone had been doing their part in trying to find out something, anything at all at this point to help point them in the right direction. Leaving town wasn't an option, they all learned that the hard way. Sawyer having been the first one to volunteer himself to walk through the eery mist that seemed to hang around the outskirts of town. Only to find himself walking back where he started. Appearing to be in some endless loop. No matter what way Sawyer or any of the others tested it out, they would always return back from where they came. No one was getting out that way. Any connection or communication to the outside world of Stockbridge wasn't possible. Whatever unsteady connection they already had with the internet was gone. Any calls or messages sent either weren't able to be sent, or went unanswered. Nevermind getting any signal.

However though, after some rooting around, Bea and others had managed to find some walkie talkies in the Sherrif's office, and well, no one would be missing them. And even if anyone managed to show up, they doubted they'd be in trouble for using some manner of communicating with each other at least. Thank god that at least worked. Outside of that, the group had also managed to find another odd thing, the power, water, heat, and electricity seemed to remain. Meaning they hadn't a reason to worry about going cold or not having constant light or heat sources. However odd that also seemed. But nothing ever made sense in this town, even before everything went to hell.

Since then though, the group had also made secured locations throughout town. Starting with the local diner being made their daily meeting spot, where they would all show up at a designated time to report whatever findings they had that day. Usually there wasn't much to report on. Other than the same old answers half the time. The library had also been more or less Rowan's second home, considering how much time she spent there every day, trying to read as many books as she could, or search for any information that was potentially helpful to them. Often times being escorted to and from the library by Theo, as she often requested. Which, Rowan had finally relented, allowing her friend to help walk her to and from the old building in question. Which is where Rowan found herself now. Stacks of opened books all around her as she was busily scanning over yet another page. Eyebrows furrowed neatly together as she took in as much information as she could.

Only almost jumping out of her skin when she heard a sudden sound, before taking a steady, deep breath as she realized it was only the alarm on her phone going off. Alerting her that it was time to pack up, and head over to the diner. They'd be having another meeting today, even though Rowan knew it would just end with her rambling to the others, who were always disinterested as always with whatever she found. Slipping a few books into the leather backpack, Rowan tossed over her shoulder, and with one more look around the room, she grabbed her phone and exited the library. Quickening her pace as she made it down the side-walk. A cold gust of wind caused a shiver down her spine. As if the cold and dreary weather wasn't helping the already ghost town feeling Stockbridge had now, as if it didn't always have that feeling.

Rowan knew that the others would arrive shortly after she got to the diner, seeing as she was usually always one of the first ones to get there. Seeing as how she was often too eager as the others said. Truth be told she was, even if what she had to share wasn't much of anything knew. Hopefully the others had something better to share than she had. Rowan dug her hand into the pocket of her jacket, slipping out a set of keys as she enclosed the building up ahead. Skip's Diner, the old building said in bright neon colors. Rowan gave a soft sigh, pushed the key in and turned it as she stepped into the small building. Her eyes darting around, she never liked being alone in the establishment. It just never felt right to her, and she didn't know why.

Setting down her backpack on one of the booth's tables, Rowan flipped the light-switch, and the dull white flurecant lights above flickered for a moment, before stabilizing. She slipped into the booth, taking the spot alongside the window, as she took out her phone. Quickly sending a text to Bea, weirdly enough they could communicate with each other still, but everyone else was impossible to ever get a response from. Just as Rowan had sent the text asking where Bea was, a bang sounded on the glass window right next to her head. Causing her to jump once again. A loud and all too familiar chuckle sounded, as a figure slipped in through the main door, "Well you're here early." Rowan heard her friend chime. Rowan's eyes darted over to the darker haired individual, "I suppose so. But...Good afternoon to you too, Dre." she greeted softly. Deirdre gave a small smile and nod, sliding into the spot across the booth from Rowan, Afternoon, Ro. Guessing your trip to the ol' library was a bust?" they questioned, leaning back in the booth. Rowan simply responded with a small shrug of her shoulders. Unsure whether to burst any hopes anyone had just yet, or wait until they were all together again once more. For now she'd wait, at least at that point she could disapoint them all at once. That thought was for sure a comforting out...

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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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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.

B
@ Skip's. cu soon. b safe

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In all her years of living in Stockbridge, Bea had never known the town to be as quiet. Even at the dead of night, there was always something or someone around. But now, it was far too quiet. Far, far too quiet. Ever since the moment she'd woken up to a too-quiet town, she'd been waiting for something to happen. Her parents were gone. Everyone was gone. Until the texts had started coming through from the selected handful who were still there. She could have cried a little in relief when Rowan had texted her, soon followed by Deirdre, Toby, and Theo. And, of course, Ben. The whole situation was hard and terrifying, but at least she had all of them by her side to make it a little easier. She got lucky, with some of her favourite people in the world left by her side.

She'd taken to carrying her father's shotgun with her every time she left the house. She didn't know why, but it at least made her feel a little bit closer to him. He'd know exactly what to do in this circumstance. Bea tried to make sure that every decision that she made would make her father proud. She'd commandeered the Sheriff's Office, and people at least seemed to be respecting that. She'd gotten everyone sorted with walkie-talkies to allow them to communicate if their phones went down. She'd also stockpiled what she could of medical supplies, and kept them there, somewhere they could be at least controlled somewhat. She hadn't been so lucky with getting her hands on anything other than basic meds; it seemed that they had been one of the first things to disappear. Bea had all but taken over the role of Sheriff, it seemed, as protector of the people; although not in the ways she would have expected.

She swore softly to herself as she glanced down at her phone and realised the time. She was due to be at the diner soon, and she was still at the sheriff's station. She slung the shotgun across her back and began the trek across town. It was a pleasant trek, but not enough to relax her. It was only when her phone buzzed with a very specific text that she relaxed even the slightest little bit. There was a text from Letta, asking where everyone was. But what made her smile was the text from Ben, specifically to her, saying that he was already at Skip's. She fired back a quick response.

To: Ben
omw, be there in five :)


She hadn't known Ben for long, but in the time they had known each other, he'd already become one of a handful of people who could make her truly smile without even really having to try. He could always make her laugh without even really having to try. Nothing felt right in their current predicament, but when he was nearby, things felt... a little more right. She was truly glad that he hadn't disappeared as well.

She reached the diner and pushed the door open, waving to everyone who was already inside. "Hello, everyone," she called, sliding into a seat across from Rowan.

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