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

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xxxxxxSARAH BYRD
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    xxxxxxNICKNAME(S) :xxSar

    xxxxxxGENDER:xxFemale

    xxxxxxAGExxForty

    xxxxxxBIRTHDAY:xxApril 29th

    xxxxxxSEXUALITY:xxHeterosexual

    xxxxxxROLE:xxThe Mother.

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xxxxxxJOHN CRAWFORD
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    xxxxxxNICKNAME(S) :xxCrawford, Chief

    xxxxxxGENDER:xxMale

    xxxxxxAGExxForty One

    xxxxxxBIRTHDAY:xxJanuary 8th

    xxxxxxSEXUALITY:xxHeterosexual

    xxxxxxROLE:xxThe Police Chief.

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xxxxxxJOSEPHINE CARTWRIGHT
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    xxxxxxNICKNAME(S) :xxJo

    xxxxxxGENDER:xxFemale

    xxxxxxAGExxForty Five

    xxxxxxBIRTHDAY:xxSeptember 17th

    xxxxxxSEXUALITY:xxBisexual

    xxxxxxROLE:xxThe One Who Does The Dirty Work.

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xxxxxxANTONY CLARO
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    xxxxxxNICKNAME(S) :xxTony, Doctor

    xxxxxxGENDER:xxMale

    xxxxxxAGExxThirty Eight

    xxxxxxBIRTHDAY:xxMarch 10th

    xxxxxxSEXUALITY:xxBisexual

    xxxxxxROLE:xxThe Doctor.

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So begins...

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Character Portrait: Oleander Character Portrait: Christopher Byrd Character Portrait: NPC
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EARLIER THAT NIGHT
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Oleander couldn't take it anymore. She felt as if she was on the cusp of falling apart. Everything only got worse as she grew older. The more power she showed, the harder they pushed. Then again, they would push almost harder if she showed signs of becoming weaker. She learnt it was best to just stay as stagnant as she could. Too bad it seemed they grew restless with her lack of progress.

The old speaker above her head buzzed to life with the same screeching noise she had grown accustomed to. As a toddler, it would always frighten her. She would even have nightmares about bugs and spiders crawling through it, down down down into the room, crawling all over her body until she was covered whole. Now the only effect it had on her was the uncomfortable dread she would feel about what the voice behind the speaker would command her to do. She had been locked in what she called the steel room all day, no one else around her. They figured she worked better without the pressure of being watched, as if she didn't know that behind the mirror across from her, there were god knows how many people doing just that. Watching. Waiting for anything to happen.

"Oleander, we're growing impatient," Doctor Claro commented with that funny sounding voice of his. She once asked when she was younger why he sounded that way, and he told her it was just an accent since he came from a different country. She had no idea what an accent was, but she didn't care enough to question him more. Oleander stared at the mirror, trying to look past her own reflection to Claro. It was hard to ignore the weird contraption that sat on her red-head. It was uncomfortable and itchy. She hated it.

She knew what they wanted her to do. In front of her sat a pot, with a seed imbedded in the soil. They wanted her to grow the plant from scratch. She had done it before when the seed had already panted it's roots, but she'd never been able to simple create life from an unwatered seed. As much as she had sat there and tried (barley), and as much as a migraine was tearing through her head, she had only managed to burst the seed open. They had given her more, but the same kept on happening. "It won't work," she harshly whispered, turning her head away from the mirror. There was a long pause before the speaker crackled to life once more. "We'll come back to that, then." To her surprise, the door clicked open as Dr. Claro stepped into the steel room. He barley ever sat in here when she did these experiments. Turning her head to look at him, his eyes locked with her and he slid into the chair opposite of her, placing a picture face down on the table. Nodding his head to it, Oleander took it as a sign to look. Picking it up, she studied a picture of a man who looked slightly younger than doctor Claro. He had brown hair, and a smile plastered on his face. She couldn't tell the colour of his eyes. The photo looked a little aged. Glancing up at the Doctor, she waited for him to explain what it meant.

"We need you to find him with your astral projection. You can do it with just a picture." Oleander glanced down at the photo for a second, asking quietly, "what's his name?" knowing that it would further connect her to him. Finding someone with just a picture was extremely hard. Any details he could give her would help pinpoint his exact location. "You don't need to know. Just find him." As much as Oleander wanted to argue, she knew it wasn't a good idea. Giving him one last hard look, Oleander reluctantly shut her eyes, picturing the man in the picture while rubbing the glossy photograph with her two thumbs as she held it. Soon enough, her power started to work. She didn't like this power. The earth manipulation stuff she didn't mind, but she hated this. It's like her mind had stepped out of her body. Everything was a bit hazy, unclear, it took a lot of focus for things to become sharper if she wasn't up close. She could see her body, slumped over the photograph. Claro was watching her. Just watching. Taking in a deep breath, she focused her mind on the man again and away from where she currently was. Her mind was greeted by a lot of resistance, more so than usual.

It was like a barrier had stepped in her way. Usually she would flow free. Even if it was hard for her to pinpoint a person's exact location, her body would always take her to the general facinity pretty simply. Focusing harder, trying to push the thought out of her head, she tried to break down the boundary. She imagined her earth manipulation power ripping down vines, and dirt, and brick. Soon enough, Oleander felt her rip through the barrier with great pain, and as she opened her eyes, all she saw was darkness. "Hello?" She called out, turning her head to look around herself, clearly in panic. Clutching her white gowns collar, she whirled around again as she heard a screeching noise come from the distance. Trying to steady her breathing, she hesitantly stepped forward in the dark, one foot at a time, the floor cold through her feet.

The darkness became lighter as could make out a light on the wall, red, and pulsing. Wait- isn't this the lab? Why would Claro ask her to find someone in the lab? Making her way down the hall, the only lights she saw were the red ones. She followed them, like a trail. Eventually, they led her to a closed door. Holding onto the door handle, she clicked it open before stepping in, surprised to see she was in the room her real body was in. Except, it wasn't there. Neither was Claro. Instead, a tall dark figure was turned in the corner, it's back to her. Oleander in her panicked state tried to shuffle back, but tripped over a small dip in the doorway, crashing to the ground. That caught it's attention. With a screech louder than she'd ever heard before, it's head turned around to reveal a petal filled face, drooling, teeth everywhere. Oleander let out a loud scream of her own, closing her eyes and trying so hard to get back to her body. It was easier than the first time. There wasn't a barrier to break down.

As Oleander slammed with immense force back into her body, her eyes shot open as her blood curdling screams continued. Shooting up from her chair while ripping the wried contraption from her head, she threw it to the floor, running to the door to try an escape. She couldn't hear the lab alarms blaring over her own screams. Claro's arms quickly encircled her from behind, stopping her from her thrashing. "Get her the hell out of here!" he bit out, as the door was swung open and two security guards grabbed both her arms to restrain her. Oleander screams soon turned to sobs as she saw the same, flashing red lights signalling alarm in the lab. She had never felt such a sense of evil and wrong from a creature in her life. What was it?

People where running down the halls, weapons in their hands, barley paying any mind to her. Something was happening. Something bad. She only heard passing comments of "what the hell happened" and "something ripped through our wall." None of it made sense. But Oleander knew it wasn't safe here. It had never been safe in the lab, but especially not now.

Hitting the back of the security officers back, she yelled out, "put me down!" and "let me go!" but they ignored her as they inevitably went to return her to her cage room. She wouldn't be sitting trapped. She refused to. Reaching down her hand to the sling on the security guards waist, she tried her hardest not to think of what she was planning to do. Grabbing the gun at his side (which she had unfortunately seen used too many times to count), she clicked the safety off and shot straight at the second security guards head, nearly missing. He dropped like a log, and the security guard currently carrying her threw her off his shoulder in an attempt to get the gun from her hand. It worked, as it skidded away from her. Trying to drag herself across the floor and through the pool of blood that was currently collecting around the dead guards head, the security guard grabbed her ankles, dragging her back towards him. Oleander closed her eyes and screamed out, reaching her power out for anything. Bricks started flying out of the wall, the earth made materials from it coming to her like a magnet. Before they could hit her, she directed its trail towards to the guard as they hit him one after one, crunch after crunch. Oleander scrambled to her feet, before running straight through the hole she had made in the wall. Thankfully it lead outside, a happy upside to this whole mess.

Oleander kept running, thankful for the distraction of whatever was happening in the lab. She wasn't going to be found or followed for awhile. She kept on running through the forest for god knows how long, until the exhaustion of her powers and the migraine ripping through her head overtook her, and unconsciousness welcomed her.

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Character Portrait: Henry Byrd Character Portrait: Christopher Byrd Character Portrait: Wesley James Character Portrait: NPC
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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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Character Portrait: Christopher Byrd Character Portrait: Charlie Hoffman Character Portrait: Wesley James Character Portrait: Audrey Fletcher Character Portrait: Luke Fletcher Character Portrait: NPC
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Charlie Hoffman ate another spoonful of Dino Peebles flipping through the pages of her latest Nacy Drew novel. Already on her fourth one of the month and still predictable as ever. "Charlie honey! Your fathers taking you to school today, he's waiting in the car for you. I have to take Daniel to the doctor." Gross, Daniel was her 6-month old brother who she loathed, all he ever did was cry. She shoved the novel into her backpack and tossed her empty bowl into the sink. "Bye mom"She called over her shoulder as she picked up her backpack and headed towards the front door. She faintly heard the phone ring and her mother pick up the receiver, "Oh hi, Sarah -". The conversation died out quickly as Charlie opened the door and sprinted across the lawn to the blue Volkswagen, hopping into the passenger door.


"Audrey! You can't be in there forever!" Luke yelled pounding on the bathroom door rather aggressively. God, I hate sharing a bathroom with a girl He thought practically sulking to his parent's room. His mother, Maura, was still in bed flipping through the pages of a Good Home magazine. "Mom, Aud's hugging the bathroom again" His mother chuckled setting her magazine on the bedside table, amused by her son's puppy pout. "Honey, she's a teenage girl, give her time to get ready. You can just use my bathroom" She gestured to the bathroom door already propped open from his father. He awkwardly tapped his foot, mumbling slightly under his breath. His mother raised an eyebrow and leaned up in the bed, "I'm sorry what was that?". Luke let out an frustrated sigh, crossing his arms. "Mom, my Drakkar Noir is in that bathroom". Maura couldn't hold back a snort and Luke's face flushed a deep red. "Honey, I think you and the girls can do without your fancy cologne for a day". Luke just responded with a quiet and angered breath and stomped into his mother's bathroom.





Charlie rocked back and forth on her heels, as she stood outside Hawkins Middle School her eyes scanning the crowd for her friends. Luke was the first to show up, and - well no one else. "Hey do you know where Christopher and Wes are?" A sudden pang of worry made her feel a bit off. "They're probably just late Char, come on we're going to be late for History"

As soon as the two entered the class together they were met with the rather questionable stare of Sherriff Crawford and their teacher. The two stopped in their tracks looks of dread written of both of their faces, Luke was the first one to speak up out of the two of them. "Uh, is everything alright?, Crawford glanced at each of them as if contemplating whether or not to reveal anything. "Charlie Hoffman and Luke Fletcher?" The two locked eyes before nodding cautiously. "I'm going to need you two to come with me".

Wesley busted right out of his science class as soon as his test was handed in. He'd never run in the halls, but he was doing it now, reading glasses and all. Swinging open the office door, his blue eyes immediately fixed on his two friends seated together both looking nervous, facing what must have been the sheriff. So his fears were right. This was about Christopher. Clearly still out of breath (Wes was defiantly not the most athletic kid you'd ever meet), he sat himself next to Charlie giving her a concerned look before saying to the cop, "this is about Chris, right? He hasn't been to school all day and his brother called my dad this morning asking question an-" "Kid, take a breath," the cop cut him off. Wesley nodded his head frantically, taking in a much needed air of breath. Okay. He was fine. "I'm Chief John Crawford, and yes, we just want to know where Christopher is. Any idea?" Wes shook his head no. Charlie's eyes widened slightly her face growing pale, "Wait, Christopher is missing? B- but we just saw him last night" She frantically looked to Wes for help. "The last time I saw him, he was riding his bike home last night. He was the last one to leave before PJ, our uh- baby sitter." Crawford nodded his head, before leaning forward a bit. "So no idea where he could have gone to? Any favourite spots of his?" Wes glanced over at his friends briefly, before looking back. "No, I have no clue. It's not like him to run away, something must have happened to him." Luke nodded along with Wes, "yeah, out of all of us, Chris is the least likely to just up and run". Crawford let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, "So you have no inclination to where he is?" The three shook their head 'no' in unison. Crawford scribbled on a piece of his notebook and ripped it out handing it to Wes, "Listen, if he contacts you or you remember anything about what could've happened just call the station alright?" The three nodded and shifted in their seats uncomfortably. There was a slight pause in the room before Crawford broke the silence, "Well, what're you doing here sitting like logs. Go back to class". Charlie was the first to stand, grabbing Wes's wrist and pulling him up with her. "Yes sir, have... a nice day" Her sentence was rushed and all too suspicious. Luke got the point and the three of them rushed out of the office. "Guys this is a huge, this is bad. What do we do?"

This called for an immediate meeting for the AV Club.