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a character in “Things Lost”, as played by Lilah

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    xxxxxxNICKNAME(S) :xxH, O'Henry

    xxxxxxGENDER:xxMale

    xxxxxxAGExxSeventeen

    xxxxxxBIRTHDAY:xxJuly 6th

    xxxxxxSEXUALITY:xxBisexual

    xxxxxxROLE:xxBrother of the lost.
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    xxxxxxHAIR:xxShaggy, curly, long black hair.

    xxxxxxEYES :xxGreen with a hint of brown.

    xxxxxxHEIGHT :xx5 ft 11Β½ in

    xxxxxxETHNICITY :xxhere.

    xxxxxxOTHER :xxHe's got an old scar on his right hand.

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    β€œTo hear the phrase "our only hope" always makes one anxious, because it means that if the only hope doesn't work, there is nothing left.” ― Lemony Snicket, The Blank Book

    I.xxxYou know that kid who would always got straight A's in class, but has never look like they've ever paid attention? Yeah. That Henry. He reads a lot of books, and has a lot of time on his hands to learn all the themselves himself later on being a quick learner. He's always been pretty intelligent.
    II.xxxHenry is a people watcher. He's always taking mental notes of people's reactions, their mannerisms, etc. He has become a pretty intuitive person over the years. If he spends enough time with you, he can usually tell what their feeling and wether or not their being honest or not. Can't hide anything from him, but he won't push someone if they are. Well... usually.
    III.xxxHenry is more of an awkward anti-social introvert than one who can't be around big groups of people. He can, but it makes him a little anxious. He's an open and friendly guy when he gets to know someone, but his social anxiety is always at the forefront.
    IV.xxxBeing the intelligent guy he is, he is very self critical of himself and always strides to do the best he can. His anxiety has always made him a little insecure and self-critical. Though he doesn't like to show it, it's pretty easy to spot when he's unsure of himself.
    V.xxxHe truly doesn't mean to come off as blunt, but his honesty does have the tendency to come across that way. Usually he'll catch himself if someone gives him a weird reaction to his comment or questions, but those who know him well know he means no harm. He's not one to hide from what he thinks.
    VI.xxxAll in all, Henry just wants the best for those he cares for. He's a very kind soul, always looking to do the best he can for those in his life. He has a very real and scary fear of letting those he loves down. It would break his heart.

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Faceclaim: TimothΓ©e Chalamet xxxHex: desc. xxxRoleplayer: Lilah xxxCharacter sheet: Lilah

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Henry Byrd's Story

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"alright, just be careful ok?" Christopher nodded and waved shyly at Wesley before heading out the door.

Christopher kicked off the curb and flipped on the little spotlight his mother had attached to his bike last year. As he pedaled down Meadowmere, Wesley's street, he began to pick up speed and rested his feet on the two pegs near the front wheels. His house was the farthest from the others, nestled into the Hawkins woods.

It was just a routine ride home, something that was almost subconscious to him as he weaved through the streets of Hawkins and towards the outer parts of town. It was getting rather dark, and by this time the town started to really die down, save for the occasional car. Chris liked to think of it as the town was 'falling asleep'. As he approached the break in the road in which he normally went right, it brought him past the school and to his house, there was a car sitting at the stop sign blocking the path, he didn't have enough time to break so he was forced to turn left. He knew this path as well, it brought him past the Hawkins lab and to home but he never took it out of fear. There were always weird rumors circulating around Hawkins Lab, and his mother might've said a few times to avoid it. Tonight, things just felt different, somehow. So he wasn't to bothered by the shortcut.

His mind wandered back to his friends, and the D&D game. A four, even if Wes's said it didn't matter the thought still fluttered around in his head. As he thought more and more about it, a feeling arose in his stomach, one that wasn't good. He shook his head slightly and looked back up at the road, trying to dispel the negative thoughts in his head. It's a good thing he looked up, or he would've ran directly into it.

Christopher slammed the brake gear of his bike sending both him and the bike skidding across the concrete. A sharp pain screamed in his right leg and he cried out softly immediately grabbing his thigh. It didn't take him long to remember the reason why this happened in the first place and he slowly raised his eyes to the thing that had stopped him. He opened his mouth to scream but he was met with silence.

He quickly scrambled up his leg protesting in pain. He needed to get away, away from the thing. He broke out in a sprint into the forest, ignoring the pulsing pain in his leg, just pushing forward. Branches and vines grabbed at his face and arms, but he refused to stop running. He couldn't hear anything behind him, but he just knew, he felt that the thing was still following him.

When he finally broke into a clearing, he almost cried in relief when he saw his house sitting in the distance. He ran faster than he had, and when his hand finally touched the door knob he realized he was crying. He threw open the door and quickly locked and bolted it, taking a few cautious steps away from the door. It was quiet, too quiet. Dread started to set in as he realized the lights in the house were off, "Henry!? Henry?!" The dread grew and grew as he opened his brother's door to find the room perfectly empty. His brother must've doubled up his shifts. He was alone. Alone. His mind immediately went to the phone in the kitchen. He ran and dialed 911, it was the first one he could think to call. However, instead of dial tone it was just static. "Hello? Please, is anyone there? There's something after me, please" His voice pleaded over the phone, but he was just met with static.

Then he heard it. A horrible noise coming from outside the house. He dropped the phone on the ground and ran to his room locking the door. He didn't realize that his leg and arm had been bleeding this entire time from the fall, he was in shock. He didn't even turn the lights on as he dropped to the ground and crawled under his bed.

It was quiet for a moment again, other than his uneven and panicked breathing. Then he heard the front door open, to which he clapped a hand over his mouth and clenched his eyes shut. His heart was beating through his chest out of fear. He had locked that door, and the thing had opened it, how was he sure the smaller lock on his door would even hold. His hands started to shake uncontrollably as something scraped at his door, and he heard the lock click. Please go away, please god go away And then it did. Everything was quiet, and when Christopher was finally brave enough to open his eyes he saw that from under the bed his door was still closed. This must be my imagination. It was all my imagination. He repeated the thought over and over until some part of him started to feel better again.

This time, when something closed it's claws around his ankle and dragged him out from under his bed and into the darkness he screamed.

He didn't stop screaming.

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Henry really needed to stop taking double shifts, especially late night ones. Not like he could really say no. His family needed all the extra cash he could get, and Jane's son was sick anyways so she really couldn't come in. God knows that woman would cover him if he really needed it. He didn't even get home from the diner until one in the morning, and by that time he was so exhausted from the late night drunks crashing in to get a burger last minute that he didn't even bother to check in Chris's room to see if he'd gotten home okay.

He regrets that now.

Getting up a little on the late side for a school day, Henry barley pulled a scratchy black wool sweater over his head before his mother poked his head into the room, without knocking might he add. "Honey, where's Chris?" she questioned, a small crease appearing on her forehead in concern. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he cocked his head slightly asking, "What do you mean? He's not here?" By the second, Henry was really starting to wake up. "No. I just went to wake him up and his bed doesn't look like it's been touched. He came home last night, right?" She pushed on. Henry brushed past her to go into the poorly carpeted hallway, pushing open Chris door. His Mom was right. Everything was the same as it was yesterday. Not super unusual, but enough that a small panicked feeling was starting to form in Henry's stomach. "I never saw him last night, I worked a double. Have you called the James's? He was there last night." His mother just shook her head, bringing her hand up to bite her nails nervously. Henry let out a long, shaky breath before running over to the bright yellow phone dangling by it's cord as it sat on the floor. Odd, maybe it fell in the night. Dialling the number to his friends house, Henry leaned up against the wall, returning his mother's worried look. Someone answered on the fifth ring with a cough. "Uh, hi, whose this?" A gruff voice answered on the other line, sounding a little worse for wear. "Mr. James? It's Henry Byrd. Hey, did Christopher spend the night last night?" There was a short pause until he replied, "I only see one kid sitting in my dining room. Give me a second." Henry had to pull the phone slightly away from his ear as he heard Mr. James yell "Wesley, did Christopher spend the night last night?" He heard a softer voice yell back, "No, why?" before Mr. James voice filled the phone line once more. "Doesn't look like it. Everything okay down there?" Henry's heart nearly dropped through his chest. Shit. Shit, shit, shit!. "Yeah, uh, he must be around here somewhere. Sorry to bother you." Henry croaked out, before hanging the phone up. Henry's mother dropped her hand for a second in question. Henry simply shook his head. Not there.

Sarah Byrd took in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "Okay. Okay, maybe he left. I'll call the school to see if he went there early. Why don't you go to school Honey? I'm sure he'll show up," she nervously smiled. She was worried, yes, but nothing bad ever happened in Hawkins. Right?

Henry shook his head harder, his dark curls bouncing around his head almost comically through his nerves. "I can take a day off of school, mom," he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's my fault he's gone. I wasn't there last night. Call the school and I'm going to look around the house to see if I can find anything." His mom looked ready to argue, but she knew that no matter what he said, he was going to do it anyways. "Fine. Alright," she conceded, before turning towards to phone and dialling a number. Henry nodded in a resolute manner, before slipping on some shoes and running outside. Quickly checking the area where Chris usually parks his bike, he noticed it wasn't there. He could have taken it to school, yes, but Henry just had a bad feeling. He had a bad feeling about all of this. He was sure something had happened. He could feel it in his bones, and he was terrified. Running a hand through his hair, he circled around the house once, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. Then he remembered something. Henry didn't have to unlock the door yesterday. It was already open. Henry had left after Chris had gone to his friends, and he sure as hell always remembered to lock the door.

Racing back into the house, he got there just in time to see his mother hanging up the phone at the wall. She didn't turn for a minuts, and Henry's feeling of dread hit an all time high. It took only the look on his mother's face as she turned around to guess what he'd been thinking all along; Henry wasn't at school.

"I called his other friends parents to see if he was there... none of them have seen him."

Christopher was missing.





It didn't take them long at all to pile into his broken down car and race down to the Hawkins Police station. The only ever time he had entered the building was to deliver burgers to a couple of guys when he first started working at the diner at 15, and when he took a field trip here in grade school. It was an old building. The cops in it? Even older. Well, expect for the Chief. But even then, Henry wasn't sure Chief Crawford did much at all.

Stepping into the building, they were greeted by a fifty-something lady, smoking a cigarette at reception. "I-I need to speak to Crawford," his mother stumbled her words, her hand visibly shaking. Henry grabbed it and gave it a light squeeze, in hopes it world calm his nerves as well. "Don't we all," the lady mused, before pressing a button on some intercom and saying, "John, you have visitors.". A voice staticked back saying, "Tell 'em I'm busy and send them to someone else." The receptionist looked back at them with a deadpan face and repeated, "He's busy, see someone else." That wasn't good enough. Henry gave the woman a hard look as he let go of his mothers hand. Feeling a sudden burst of bravery, he hopped over the counter, much to the older woman's shock, before he clicked a button on the intercom. "It's Henry Byrd. Chief, my brothers missing, you need to help us because I swear if anything has happened to him-"

"Jesus, I get it. Get in here," a voice cut him off, as a dirty blonde haired man stood in his office doorway. Henry let go of the intercom speaker, the receptionist lady giving him a rather nasty look. Sarah just mumbled a small, "thank you," before moving into the office, Henry close behind her.

As soon as the door closed behind them, John Crawford thumped down behind his desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, so missing kid? How long has he been gone?" Both the Byrd's sat in front of his desk. Sarah glanced at Henry before saying, "last night. We think. We woke up this morning and he wasn't home; we called his friends houses and the school, no one has seen him." Henry chirped in adding, "his bike isn't home either, and I noticed that our house was unlocked last night when I got in. It's not like him to leave the house unlocked." John nodded, as he scribbled something down on a note pad. Clearing his throat, he set his pen and paper down as he said, "You don't think he just wandered off for a night? As a kid I would spend a couple nights outdoors by myself just to get away. Kids do it all the time." Henry shook his head. "No, he wouldn't. He's not the type of kid to do that. Trust me, he's missing, something's wrong." John didn't seem overly convinced, but honestly at least this gave him something to do today. For a bit. "Give me the name of his friends and I'll go talk to them at the school," he huffed out, pushing himself out of his chair. Sarah rattled of the kids's names. Going over to the coat rack, john slipped on his jacket and put his hat on. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to Sarah and said, "Sarah, go home and I'll give you a call if I find anything out." John then turned his gaze to Henry and grunted out, "and you. Get your ass to school, kid.

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The three friends knew immediately where to go. Racing down the hall, only slowing their pace as they passed opened door classrooms, they hustled into the cramped AV room that was almost like a second home to them all. Wesley quickly shut the door behind him, and whipped around. He couldn't believe this was happening. They were just kids! Bad stuff like this couldn't be happening to them. "I don't think I can just wait around and do nothing," Wesley stated to them, as if continuing the conversation from where Luke had left off with his "Guys this is a huge, this is bad. What do we do?" comment. Wesley trusted the police. Well, he knew he should. This was there job right? They would find out where he was. Possibly. Hopefully. But one thing was for sure, Wes wasn't going to just sit around and wait to hear the fate of his friend. He was all about sticking to the rules, but this was different.

"But we don't even have a clue where he could've gone! It's Christopher, not Luke. He'd never just disappear like this... not without telling one of us" Charlie piped up, slumping into her chair, a rather worried look on her face. Wes felt a sharp pang of sympathy for the girl. They were all feeling this. Christopher was the most fragile of the group and the thought of him all alone somewhere terrified her. "Well, we know where he was going right? I mean Wes, if you saw him leave on his bike that means we for sure know he was heading home. Can't we just retrace his steps?" Luke had reclined back in the swivel chair, his feet propped up on the desk. To the untrained eye he looked like the most collected out of the three but, on the inside his heart was beating a mile a minute. Wes turned his attention to Luke and considered what he said. For once, he seemed to make a reasonable comment. "As long as he took the same route he usual does," Wes conceded, choosing to sit on the floor, his back to the door. "Do you think we should talk to Henry or something? We don't even know if he went missing on his way home or at his house." Charlie nodded along with Wes, "you're probably right. Luke, isn't your sister friends with Henry? Do you think you could get her to ask?" Luke rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation. "I don't know anything about my sister other than she's the weirdest person in this town. I doubt she's even friends with him. Can't we just do it ourselves? I don't see why we have to ask the adults. You know the second I try to tell my mother I want to help she'll lock me in a bubble and take away your visitation rights". Charlie shot Luke a look and looked to Wes for help, "Luke, if something bad did actually happen to Christopher, who's to say we're not next? Or we have anymore chance than he does?" Luke swiveled his chair to face her raising an eyebrow, "We're talking about the same Christopher right? Like scared of a mouse Christopher?" Charlie shoved her foot into the base of his chair and he nearly face-planted into the tile. "Luke, he's missing now is not the time to be an asshat".

Wes let out a very audible groan as he let his face fall into the palms of his hands. Where he didn't feel particularly bad Charlie had knocked Luke from his chair (he was kind of glad, actually), it was all counterproductive. "Luke, seriously. All teenagers are weird, okay? And your sister is friends with Henry. I can't believe I know that and you don't." "Okay well you try having an older sister Wes, and then you get back to me on that" Luke said crossing his arms across his chest - while taking a few cautious scoots away from Charlie. Standing up from the ground, he spoke clearer as he said, "Let's take a vote. I say we take our bikes down the trail Chris takes to see if we can see anything. If nothing's there, we'll just go to the Bryd's to see what’s up." Pointing an accusatory finger at Luke, he continued, "and you. You can sneak out past your parents, I'm sure it's not the first time you have. Grill Audrey for any information she might have." Charlie raised a hand halfway in the air looking at both the boys, "I have to agree with Wes on this one, I think it's the smartest choice". Wes couldn't help the small satisfaction he felt over hearing her agree with him. He gave her a small smile.

All eyes were on Luke as the other two waited for his response. "What? I've already been outvoted, does it look like I have a choice?" Charlie giggled to that comment, it was a small moment of relief from the actual scariness of the situation. "Well I guess it's settled, you guys can just tell your parents that you're hanging out at my house and I'll tell my mom I'm at Tracy's. That'll give us time to go - look - for him". She had to catch herself from saying find, nothing was guaranteed at this moment. Wes nodded. "Sounds like a plan. Let's meet at the end of my road at 5 tonight. I'll bring the flashlights."

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Audrey first started hearing the murmurs as she was leaving her chemistry class. She wasn't one to listen to other people's chatter, but it was hard to ignore the passing words of "where do you think he went?" and "I can't believe someones missing." It was odd, to say the least, but she didn't think much of it. She figured maybe one of the popular kids had bailed out on class or something. Not really big news, but big enough for a place like Hawkins.

As she made her way to her locker to switch out her books for the final class of the day, Math, she noticed from the corner of her eye her friend Mary approaching her with a slightly hesitant look to her face. Weird. "Have you seen the posters?" She questioned slowly. Audrey cocked her head to the side, questioning, "What posters, the ones for the dance? I keep telling you there's no way I'm going." Mary shook her head. "Uhm, no. Look," she murmured, lifting her hand to point at the poster board a few steps away. Turning to look, she couldn't quite make it out from this distance, so she pulled out her textbook and shut her locker before weaving through passerbys in the hallway to see.

On a small piece of paper was a picture or a kid she recognized all too well; Christopher Byrd. And above it, the words "missing boy" was scrawled, along a description and the Bryd's home phone number. This can't be real. Chris was fine just last night. Turning to look at Mary, she hurriedly asked, "have you seen Henry anywhere?" Mary nodded. "Yeah, he only just started putting these up before the bell rang. I think he's still going around." Audrey gave her a brief nod before running off in the opposite direction of her math class. She wasn't one to skip, but Henry was her friend and she wanted to ask what was going on.

After wandering the walls aimlessly for about four minutes, she finally saw the familiar dark curly hair that she'd been looking for. Running up to him just as he was stapling another poster up, she came to a stop just before him and grabbed his arm, asking, "Is it true? What happened?" Henry took in a small inhalation of breath before looking at Audrey. She was quick to note how gaunt and stressed his face was. "Yeah. Yeah, he's missing," he spoke quietly, and Audrey was quick to pull him into a hug. He didn't react at first, just letting his arms hang loosely at his side, but he eventually returned it. Letting go, Audrey took his arm and led him to a bench underneath the staircase, sitting him down. He was almost like a puppet on auto-pilot. "He was at Wesley's still when I went to pick Luke up," she stated. She didn't want to ask him outright what had happened, what he had yet to find out if he didn't want to share. This was so she could give him a bit of information and let him tell her as much as he wanted. Henry nodded, as he racked his hand through his hair and leaned back. "The last we know is that he rode his bike off that night. When I woke up today we noticed he wasn't home, his bikes not there." The breath he let out after that sentence was one of frustration. "Have you talked to Peter to see what he knows? He baby sat last night," she questioned. Henry sharply grounded out, "No. The cops can talk to him if they want to." Audrey gave a small shocked look at his clear aversion to his idea. She didn't really want to read into that too much right now, especially as he quickly changed the subject. "I didn't even check on him last night Audrey, we have no idea if he even got home last night. I should have checked," he bit out.

Audrey nodded along as he told her, leaning back against the wall with him as he did. She felt a lump starting to form in her throat. She understood the guilt he felt, hell, he should be pissed off at her of all people. She thought about driving Chris home last night but didn't. If she had, he probably wouldn't be missing. "It's not you're fault for not checking on him Henry. No one could have guessed something like this would happen," she murmured, turning her head to look at him. "I should have drove him home last night. I'm so sorry," she breathed out, and Henry just shook his head. It wasn't her fault for not driving him home. Henry knew he should have been there. Standing back up, he cleared his throat slightly as he said, "you should get to class. I still have to put these posters up downtown and go around some of the neighbourhoods." Audrey stood up after him, and took half the missing posters from his pile. Trying to give him a reassuring smile she said, "I can miss math. I'll go downtown and put these up, okay? We'll be able to cover more ground faster." Henry stood there for a couple of seconds just looking at her, before giving a relenting nod. She gave him one last one armed hug, before running off the the parking lot to get in her car, praying her mother would forgive her for skipping out.




Around an hour and a half later, Audrey was making her way up her home's drive way. She managed to get a lot of posters up, and avoided conversation with gossipy old ladies who were more than a little inquisitive about Chris's disappearance. Opening her front door, Audrey was not prepared for her mother to be right there, frustration sketched upon her face. "Audrey Virginia Fletcher, where have you been!" she yelled out, before Audrey even had the chance to step inside the house. "I was just-" she was cut off before she could even provide an explanation. "Do you know I got a call from your school? I can't believe my own child would skip class. You are a half an hour late! You do know that Christopher Byrd went missing, yes? I've been out of my mind!" Audrey raised her hands in defence as she butted in with, "I know, I know, I'm sorry! I was helping Henry put up missing posters downtown." Audrey's mother still stood there, hands on her hips as she contemplated the girls answer. "That is still not a good enough reason to skip class young lady. From now on, I want you home right after school until the police figure out what happened. I don't want you or your brother going missing on me, got it?" Audrey didn't get it. This was house arrest. However, she's learned over the years to not argue and to just find way around it. "Alright, mom," she sighed, slipping past her to go up the stairs. Just as she reached the top landing to her bedroom door, her mother hollered out, "and I'll be telling your father what you did when he get's home from work!"