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The year is 2015, and the days are simple. Technology has come a long way since the years long ago, even if no one will acknowledge the progress. Gene attends a prestigious university after much convincing, letter-writing, e-mail sending, and calls made. Escaping the confining bars and disgusting society and stupidity he views in Appalachian Kentucky has been a goal since the age of 14, and upon discovering the crinkled application to a university up in Colorado there was no hesitation. How could he deny the opportunity of a lifetime, to pursue his dreams?
Technically, he didn’t know what he wanted to do yet. The suddenness of freedom was jarring in the fact that he came to several distinct realizations concerning these issues. But it was a mere blot on the beginning of a story written beautifully. The campus was a bed of beauty, tall trees hovering over the campus grounds as country stretched on for miles. He was aware of the fact that he’d left behind the city nearly an hour or two ago, and it had taken nearly one more to arrive at the entrance of campus.
The isolated haven was exceeded expectations. The cramped, blank walls and bare room he’d been expecting was- in contrast- sparsely furnished and decorated, wallpaper fresh and the flooring cleaned; the view out of his window aided to the pure joy he felt. The swelling emotion caught in his chest. This.
This was the start of something truly wonderful.
Although still confused on what path to pursue, a visit with the counselor spurs him to one decision: do what he’s best at. And so, the young man auditions for sound design- though there’s trouble. The professor of said subject is very picky when it comes to pupils and students coming in, often times classes only consisting of one single group of people. Members have become sparse and the maximum of the four to five had been met last semester.
Credentials were an aside. Personal background and views were what were judged, abilities only factoring in when all else was at fail.
At a loss for any other options, the young man tries his way into the group and is- in time- selected. But he finds more in the group than he expected. A secret world all its own, sentences uttered filled with vague references only they’d understand. The closeness was obvious, forced at first due to the restriction of having little more than two other professors, but eased into. The lavish lifestyles and backgrounds of Gene’s new “mates” is enthralling enough, but he finds himself falling deeper into mystery, crime, and the gravity of another man.
How will he get through his college years amongst people so bright and different, it extinguishes his own flames, while juggling lies, rumors, and his own personal feelings, just realized?
The year is 2015, and the days are simple. Technology has come a long way since the years long ago, even if no one will acknowledge the progress. Gene attends a prestigious university after much convincing, letter-writing, e-mail sending, and calls made. Escaping the confining bars and disgusting society and stupidity he views in Appalachian Kentucky has been a goal since the age of 14, and upon discovering the crinkled application to a university up in Colorado there was no hesitation. How could he deny the opportunity of a lifetime, to pursue his dreams?
Technically, he didn’t know what he wanted to do yet. The suddenness of freedom was jarring in the fact that he came to several distinct realizations concerning these issues. But it was a mere blot on the beginning of a story written beautifully. The campus was a bed of beauty, tall trees hovering over the campus grounds as country stretched on for miles. He was aware of the fact that he’d left behind the city nearly an hour or two ago, and it had taken nearly one more to arrive at the entrance of campus.
The isolated haven was exceeded expectations. The cramped, blank walls and bare room he’d been expecting was- in contrast- sparsely furnished and decorated, wallpaper fresh and the flooring cleaned; the view out of his window aided to the pure joy he felt. The swelling emotion caught in his chest. This.
This was the start of something truly wonderful.
Although still confused on what path to pursue, a visit with the counselor spurs him to one decision: do what he’s best at. And so, the young man auditions for sound design- though there’s trouble. The professor of said subject is very picky when it comes to pupils and students coming in, often times classes only consisting of one single group of people. Members have become sparse and the maximum of the four to five had been met last semester.
Credentials were an aside. Personal background and views were what were judged, abilities only factoring in when all else was at fail.
At a loss for any other options, the young man tries his way into the group and is- in time- selected. But he finds more in the group than he expected. A secret world all its own, sentences uttered filled with vague references only they’d understand. The closeness was obvious, forced at first due to the restriction of having little more than two other professors, but eased into. The lavish lifestyles and backgrounds of Gene’s new “mates” is enthralling enough, but he finds himself falling deeper into mystery, crime, and the gravity of another man.
How will he get through his college years amongst people so bright and different, it extinguishes his own flames, while juggling lies, rumors, and his own personal feelings, just realized?
He just might not.
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Name: Martial Hayes
Age: 18
Description:
White collar so much that Martial’s skin tone is considered a stain, his family was set on its way to becoming old money. Never needing for much, except for the right institution to raise their biological child, they sent him to the best place to respond to his creative tendencies, loose sense of direction and stubborn need to leave such institutions.
Under a lightly tan skin tone he appears slim, even edging on lanky, if only he had the height to go with it. Underneath his clothes though, skillfully though effortlessly hidden, are some abs, product of free climbing, the sport he was sticking with for the time being.
A sharp jaw, and a mole on the right side of his face (near the hairline, at eye height) are what distincts him, but due to the generally ordinary impression his overall appearance gives out, it takes time for people to put their finger on these things. His hair is straight, sable and he cuts it short, merely because he keeps getting told that he should let it grow longer, and the whole ritual suits his ego in some little way. He’s got a small tattoo of a stickman on the back of his ankle, usually mostly concealed by his shoes.
His mannerisms are somewhat condescending, in contrast with his mostly open and helpful approach, it leaves people wanting more.
5’10”, and secretly wishing he was taller.
SECONDARY:
Those who crossed paths with her might vaguely remember Jessica Hale as a walking stereotype of a nerd, seen on TV too many times to be given the time of day. Of course, on the inside, there was much more to her than that. No one noticed this though. She wasn't at all unattractive behind those glasses. When they got switched out for hipster glasses, followed by a well thought out outfit and a sufficient amount of makeup, they accented her green eyes somewhat better. Some other things that she did her best to accent are her cheekbones, cup size, and lack of better judgement. The thing that didn't even need accenting was her new attitude. It left one with the impression of a sexy schoolteacher, which was simply repugnant at first glance, but through some strange circumstance, otherwise known as the male libido, it still worked.
Garrik who stands at 6’2” comprises most dominant pair of the group, without any visible power struggle between he and Martial, or any visible power. Martial was the one around whom they all came together, and Garrik was the one who commonly spouted profanities for other’s enjoyment. More of the simple sort, he has some sort of deeper attachment to Martial, and it even spans the other way around. Their little group is a little bit more closed off than the rest of them, which stands out only because of the inevitability of engaging with the rest of the students on the isolated campus. So although all of their social reaches span further than Sound Design, they still maintain their circle a bit more religiously than the rest.
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Name: Gene Owle
Age: 19
Desc.:
Kentucky-born and a child of the mountains, Gene would be considered by popular culture as a hick. He lives in a house behind the times in a mining town deep in the woods of Kentucky, basically screaming 'The Hills Have Eyes' and all sorts of B-horror movie tropes. Fortunate enough to have a family that liked to keep a good image, Gene learned the importance of bathing and the wrongness of incest. Thankfully.
Highschool career a mess of skipped classes and good scores, the year-long break from college was more accidentally self-inflicted and a torture for the young man. All he's wanted to do since he was 13 was get the hell outta dodge.
Now in Colorado, a far-cry from disease and stray dogs, Gene's taken the time to clean up as best he can and beg for a few hand-me-downs that weren't abominable and obviously worn. But he comes off as looking just unintentionally goth. The Cherokee blood in him doesn't run skin-deep, marked with a pale color and yellow undertones. The thick, textureless black hair he's got on him seems more "femme" than anything, long and quick to grease.
He's not something of wonder. A normal body, tops out at around 5'9'' and attempted to lift weights as to fend off the crack-head leanness that the males of his family seem to take to quite easily. Hazel eyes, pierced ears, clean nails. Average. Smells a little like "trying to hard" when he opens his mouth, but it's charming in a way of how horribly obvious it is to everyone but Gene.
Secondary:
Sonja is all about her "Mississippi charms" and good Southern decorum. The picture of Anglo-Saxon tropes, she's hip to the new and decent trends. Rather flat in face, Sonja has mastered having her face painted to produce the image of doe-eyed and pink lipped perfection. And it's not very perfect. One of the more open members of the group, kindness is often a prerequisite to patronization of any new members.
Andy is Sonja's long time friend and confidante. Besides the glue that molds him to the group, he is definitely a loose appendage. Andy goes to parties and talks to classmates with extended wings and an easy smile. Half-asleep though he may look, Andy's long-time attentiveness and more human connection, social awareness, adds likability to an odd form. Sharp cheekbones in a round face and heavily lidded eyes, Andy is a gangly alien in heels and Rolexes.
Sonja: Morning cocktails; twitter; pintrest board hairstyles and acrylic nails
Andy: very dirty martinis; sprained ankles and clean cuticles; old worn documents; dungbeetles