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Icarus Daveys needed to get out more.
That's what his parents had said, at least. His sister had said it as well, actually, for the past 2 years. She seemed convinced that after the accidents that he had kept more to himself than usual, and even though he had assured her many times that he simply needed to work so they could have a steady flow of money, she didn't let up about it. Which, she may have been partially correct, but he wasn't about to actually admit that to her.
See, bad things tended to follow him around in his life. A lot. It was as if bad luck ran in his family, and he had just gotten the most of it. Because, the thing about Icarus Daveys was that he and his sister were the last living people remaining in his family.
His grandparents had died of natural causes when he was 6. On his fathers side, they had only had one child, so that had knocked out any family members from that area. On his mothers side, he had had 2 aunts and 1 uncle. Nothing happened in the few years following, so everything was fine til he turned 8.
At age 8, his Aunt Dedra had gotten to a car accident which had ended up breaking her spine. At age 9, Aunt Cathy had been the victim of a robbery and the bullet that came with it. Age 11 had his family mourning the loss of Uncle James, who hadn't had enough money to stay on his pills and didn't tell anyone. Age 15 and Cousin Anthony, who's father divorced Aunt Dedra and therefore wasn't a real part of the family, realized he really should've looked both ways before crossing the street. Then, at age 17, his parents boarded a plane that didn't end up making it to its destination.
The last one had really set him down the path of rapidly losing any and all contact with people other than Kelly, his sister. It wasn't because he felt he was absolutely fucking cursed- though, that was a part of it -but it was also because he was just too busy. When his parents died, Kelly was already a legal age, 20, and that meant that she was able to keep the house. However, in the will there just wasn't enough money for the two of them to pay for the mortgage, along with food and other necessities. When you're working 3 jobs, you don't have much time for anything other than sleep.
But Kelly insisted that he should get out more, which was insane to him, but he didn't tell that to her face. Not until she had come home one day with a plane ticket and a fully paid vacation to a resort that she had won in a raffle. That was when he told her she was out of her mind.
She ended up insisting, though, which forced him to say yes, figuring that it wouldn't be too horrible to catch a break. That had made her extremely happy. If nothing else, that would have been worth it.
It turned out to be a lovely place, though. Really great. It was obviously for really rich people, which made him stand out a bit, but he couldn't be bothered to care. He was enjoying himself. Was. That was past tense. Soon after his arrival, people started dying.
Which freaked him out, because while they were framed like accidents, he didn't trust it. 'Oh, there's no murderer here!' the staff would say, but that was bullshit and he knew it. There couldn't be this many accidents in this amount of time that all turned out fatal. No way.
This had led to the current point in time, where he was banging on the door of his next door neighbor in the middle of the night. What could he say? He wasn't staying in that fucking room alone any longer, so this person would need to learn to deal with him.
That's what his parents had said, at least. His sister had said it as well, actually, for the past 2 years. She seemed convinced that after the accidents that he had kept more to himself than usual, and even though he had assured her many times that he simply needed to work so they could have a steady flow of money, she didn't let up about it. Which, she may have been partially correct, but he wasn't about to actually admit that to her.
See, bad things tended to follow him around in his life. A lot. It was as if bad luck ran in his family, and he had just gotten the most of it. Because, the thing about Icarus Daveys was that he and his sister were the last living people remaining in his family.
His grandparents had died of natural causes when he was 6. On his fathers side, they had only had one child, so that had knocked out any family members from that area. On his mothers side, he had had 2 aunts and 1 uncle. Nothing happened in the few years following, so everything was fine til he turned 8.
At age 8, his Aunt Dedra had gotten to a car accident which had ended up breaking her spine. At age 9, Aunt Cathy had been the victim of a robbery and the bullet that came with it. Age 11 had his family mourning the loss of Uncle James, who hadn't had enough money to stay on his pills and didn't tell anyone. Age 15 and Cousin Anthony, who's father divorced Aunt Dedra and therefore wasn't a real part of the family, realized he really should've looked both ways before crossing the street. Then, at age 17, his parents boarded a plane that didn't end up making it to its destination.
The last one had really set him down the path of rapidly losing any and all contact with people other than Kelly, his sister. It wasn't because he felt he was absolutely fucking cursed- though, that was a part of it -but it was also because he was just too busy. When his parents died, Kelly was already a legal age, 20, and that meant that she was able to keep the house. However, in the will there just wasn't enough money for the two of them to pay for the mortgage, along with food and other necessities. When you're working 3 jobs, you don't have much time for anything other than sleep.
But Kelly insisted that he should get out more, which was insane to him, but he didn't tell that to her face. Not until she had come home one day with a plane ticket and a fully paid vacation to a resort that she had won in a raffle. That was when he told her she was out of her mind.
She ended up insisting, though, which forced him to say yes, figuring that it wouldn't be too horrible to catch a break. That had made her extremely happy. If nothing else, that would have been worth it.
It turned out to be a lovely place, though. Really great. It was obviously for really rich people, which made him stand out a bit, but he couldn't be bothered to care. He was enjoying himself. Was. That was past tense. Soon after his arrival, people started dying.
Which freaked him out, because while they were framed like accidents, he didn't trust it. 'Oh, there's no murderer here!' the staff would say, but that was bullshit and he knew it. There couldn't be this many accidents in this amount of time that all turned out fatal. No way.
This had led to the current point in time, where he was banging on the door of his next door neighbor in the middle of the night. What could he say? He wasn't staying in that fucking room alone any longer, so this person would need to learn to deal with him.