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It’s a twin thing.

Nell and Luke Crane in The Haunting of Hill House (2018)

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Tyrone + smiling (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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*   havocccd‌ !

sasha’s grin is playful at his defensiveness. her and eugene have always been seen as two sides of the same coin . they both can read other in ways that NO NORMAL SIBLINGS can . but somehow, they’re still completely different . the abuse they endured from their neglectful, angry mother only made eugene KIND and loyal . it only made him pure , and intelligent . it just goes to show . . sasha COULD HAVE ended up like him . then again, their mother always seemed to love eugene , in her own weird way. she never called EUGENE the devil . that must count for something, right ? then again, sasha preferred the slander to go to her anyways. SHE COULD DEAL WITH IT. eugene didn’t deserve to . he was good. great. if anybody was getting out of here, it was him with that mind of his. she just hoped he wouldn’t forget all about her, when he inevitably would make it. “ SURE YOU ARE. “ sasha says, pulling back into their conversation, sarcasm laced thick into her voice. “ maybe don’t leave your PORN UP on your laptop tonight though. it scarred me last time. “ she’s only half-joking. eugene pretends he’s fine, but really they both know he’s a ROMANTIC BOY. he doesn’t really do the one-night-stands to the extent that sasha does. she tries not to bring them back to their shoebox apartment, but REGRETTABLY eugene has had the displeasure of running into a few of them the next morning. “ AH, so you came to the bar to show off how smart you are . i’m sure everyone here is VERY IMPRESSED. like that guy .” she nods her head to a man lying on the bar table with his head down. he’s either asleep or KNOCKED OUT. 

sasha admires her brother . they both know it . they both know that sasha would do anything in this rotten , awful world for him. her heart beats just for him . there’s nobody in this world that even comes close to the love that she holds for him . she knows they’re so different sometimes, but they still somehow WORK . they still rely on one another , even when she’s pulling him out of his comfort zone “ i have work in the morning too .” sasha shoots back . she often shows up hungover anyways. as he finally agrees , sasha’s grin is too big for her face. “ i’m going to buy you the BEST SHOT that nine-dollars can afford. “ she’s saying it gleefully , because eugene almost NEVER DRINKS. he’s straight edge . she knows they don’t need to be drunk together to have fun , but it would be a BONUS . she’s happily waving down the waiter, and cluttering down her coins messily. “ FOUR SHOTS ! tequila ! “ ignoring eugene’s comment of ‘ just one ‘ . as soon as its poured, she’s edging over to eugene , smacking a kiss onto his cheek, before clinking glasses together.  “ CHEERS TO THE LANE’S. “ 

they  are  like  chalk  and  cheese  at  times  ,  and  some  have  done  a  double  take  at  the  comment  ‘  WE’RE  TWINS . ‘  :  not  because  of  lack  of  similarities  in  how  they  look  ,  but  in  lack  of  similarities  in  the  way  they  hold  themselves   ⎯   because  sasha  is  so  sasha   &   eugene  is  so  eugene   ⎯   and  what  one  lacks  the  other  gains .  sasha  is  built  like  a  soldier  :  all  armored  body   &   switch - blade  tongue  ,  words  like  sharpened  knives   &  an  aura  that  could  put  medusa  to  shame .  eugene  is  the  wound  on  the  battlefield  :  you  will  find  no  swords  in  his  hand  ,  no  belligerence  in  his  heart .  she  has  always  been  his  defender  ,  and  if  he  could  profess  even  half  the  amount  of  strength  she  did  on  a  daily  basis ,  maybe  he  could  have  been  hers  too  ;  during  the  times  where  there  mother  saw  red   &   targeted  her  only  daughter  instead  of  her  son .  maybe  he  could  have  protected  her  too .     ❛  how  many  times  do  i  have  to  tell  you  that  the  notebook  isn’t  pornographic ? i  know  you  can  sometimes  get  fuzzy  on  the  definitions  but  ,  sasha  .  .  .  come  on .  ❜   he  mostly  dismisses  her  comment  with  a  crinkle  of  his  nose   &   a  hmpf  that  signals  defeat  ,  because  quite  frankly  he  doesn’t  want  to  be  slandered  in  a  public  bar  and  he  knows  his  own  sister’s  capabilities   ⎯   she  has  too  much  dirt  on  him  ,  and  she’s  too  shameless  for  him  to  have  a  fighting  chance   ;  and  YEAH  ,  maybe  it  happened  once  ,  but  oh  has  he  seen  (  or  heard .  )  far  worse  comin’  from  her  side  of  the  apartment .   ❛  exactly .  ❜   hues  trail  to  the  man  she  gestures  to  ,  out  cold   &   drooping  against  the  bar  (  eugene  would  have  been  worried  ,  but  he’s  certain  he  saw  the  man’s  chest  heave  a  second  ago  ,  or  at  the  very  least  :  he  heard  a  snort ,  enough  to  signal  life .  )   ❛  he  was  so  invested  in  my  talk  about  thermodynamics  that  he  conked  out  ,  it  happens  to  the  best  of  us .  ❜  returning  his  gaze  to  sasha  ,  he  cocks  his  head  ,  humor  still  tugging  at  his  features  and  spilling  out  into  his  words  ,  mixed  into  a  half -  laugh  ,  half - scoff .   ❛  you  know  i  could  have  eaten  you  in  the  womb  ,  but  i  didn’t  ,  just  sayin’  ━   ❜

in  truth ?  he  doesn’t  know  what  he  would  have  done  without  her  ,  without  her  being  his  pillar  of  strength  ,  without  her  by  his  side  in  the  type  of  life  they  were  cursed  with  :  he  never  had  it  as  bad  ,  never  took  the  hit  that  their  mother’s  flames  emitted  as  much  as  his  sister  did  ,  but  he  still  felt  the  heat .  still  remembers  bowing  his  head  &  caving  to  the  true  bite  to  her  bark   ━   he  thinks  ,  if  there  is  anyone  in  misty  hollow  who  deserves  a  ticket  to  a  better  life  ,  it  is  his  sister   ;   and  if  he  could  pull  the  stars  one  by  one  from  the  sky  to  give  her  that  ,  he  would  ,  no  matter  the  burn .   ❛  yeah  ,  but  ━  ❜   he  begins  ,  but  she’s  already  yelling  down  the  bartender  for  tequila  and  he’s  swallowing  back  all  the  excuses  ,  faltering  to  the  laughter  as  she’s  kissing  his  cheek   &   he’s  trying  to  rub  it  away  with  his  knuckles  ,  in  the  brotherly  way .   ❛  to  the  lanes   ⎯   or  the  ones  who  count . ❜  there’s  more  he  wants  to  say  ,  like  :  may  we  leave  this  life  behind  for  better  things  (  TOGETHER .  )  may  you  find  happiness  somewhere  far  from  here  ,   may  we  always  find  strength  in  each  other  ;  but  if  he  begins  ,  he  may  never  stop  spilling  into  his  own  hands .  so  then  he’s  taking  the  shot   &   recoiling  at  the  burn   ;  features  crinkling  in  disgust  as  the  glass  clinks  against  the  bar  top .  ❛  nasty  ,  real  nas  ━  argh .  ❜  

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                                                 contrary  to  his  benevolent  nature  ,  eugene  has  never  been  much  of  a  mingler  ,  never  been  one  to  surf  the  crowds  full  of  social  confidence  and  collect  a  following  of  peers  like  many  who  stalked  the  halls  of  misty  hollow  high  ,  in  their  youth   ⎯   he  is  the  follower   :   the  one  hidden  furthest  from  the  spotlight  ,  closer  to  the  corners   &   hidden  among  shadows   ━   the  softest  voice  in  the  room  ,  the  one  with  the  tender  hands   &   the  one  easily  forgotten .  he’s  a  naturally  likeable  person  ( or  he  likes  to  think so .  )  but  his  true  connections  are  limited  to  a  certain  few  he’s  managed  to  call  FRIEND  over  the  years .  laura  taylor  ?  laura  taylor  is  at  the  tip - top   ⎯   he  holds  her  at  the  highest  degree  ,  a  best  friend  even  ,  as  young  as  that  sounds .  even  today  ,  when  HOLLOW  DINER  is  the  target  after  a  long  shift  involving  a  busted  carburetor  that  turned  into  an  entire  day  -  job   ⎯   old  jeans  still  dusty  from  a  day  at  the  work -  shop   &   cheek  smudged  with  grease   ⎯   the  familiar  blonde  that  enters  soon  after  him  is  a  welcome  bonus  .  ❛  speak  of  the  devil !  i  was  just about  to  text  you   ━   hey .   ❜   he nudges  her  shoulder  with  his  own  in  greeting  ,  hiking  a  torn - up  backpack  weighted  down  with  tools  higher  onto  his  shoulder  as  he  gestures  back  behind  him  with  his  thumb  ,  lips  quirking  in  warm  light - heartedness .  ❛  milkshakes ?  come  on  ,  i  know  you  wanna  say  yes . ❜

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Open hands are out of season. These days, everyone I know talks about coming at their hearts with their fists. I try to talk about myself that way: violence and timbre, teeth to pink underbelly, all ache in a skin suit. Bravado is a bad look on me– the fabric doesn’t hang right. I only bark at the things that scare me; I was born to be a soft, bruising thing. Like a fresh peach. No turn of phrase could suit me for the battlefield. Not when the hunger I feel is less fire, more symphony. My heart hums like the thrall of a cello. It sings and sings and softens.

BRAVADO by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

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sasha doesn’t have to look over to know her twin is scrunching his eyebrows together, forehead crinkled, and giving somebody an APOLOGETIC LOOK on her behalf. she lets out a soft sigh, but doesn’t bite. she never can when it comes to eugene . not really. he knows her better then she knows herself sometimes. she glances over at him from down the bar. in any space, at any time , sasha knows where eugene is and what he’s doing. call it a TWIN THING. his presence is always known by her . acutely so.  “ don’t get uncomfortable just because i’m a beautiful woman COMFORTABLE with her sexuality . when was the last time YOU got laid ? “ she shoots back, even though she doesn’t really want to know the answer either. she’d be EQUALLY as disgusted. her lips quirk up into an unwilling smile. eugene makes her smile. effortlessly. it’s because he’s her other damn half. “ did you really bring a god damn textbook to a bar ?  REALLY, gene ? “ sasha groans right back, and it sounds uncharacteristically similar to that groan he just let out a few moments ago. she scoffs at his mention of pub brawls. a common occurrence from her, resulting in gene having to bail her out more times then she’d care to admit. “ so long as nobody gets in my fucking face, there won’t be anything to brawl over. “ she says, as if it’s that easy. as if she isn’t a SHORT FUSE of anger and hostility ready to be let off at any given second. “ come have a shot with me , instead of sitting over there like a loner. “ it’s said FONDLY, however.

                                   it’s  true  what  they  say  about  twins  :  there’s  a  very  specific  bond  that  just  can’t  be  compared  to  anything  else   ━   and  in  the  case  of  the  lane  siblings ?  it’s  even  more  so  ,  with  parents  who  spare  no  scraps  of  love  for  their  children  and  a  trailer  park  home  that  felt  cold .  THEY  ONLY  HAD  EACH  OTHER  :  so  it’s  a  twin  thing  ,  borderline  telepathic   ━   like  the  feeling  you  get  when  you  know  you’ve  forgotten  something  as  you  walk  out  the  door  or  a  truly  wicked  sixth  sense .  (  it’s  downright  FREAKY  at  times  ,  he’ll  admit .  sasha  lane  seems  to  be  able  to  read  his  mind  at  times  ;  but  he  guesses  that’s  what  happens  when  you’ve  been  around  each  other  since  before  birth .  )  he  scoffs .  ❛  i’m  doing  just  fine  in  that  department  ,  thank  you  very  much .  ❜   eh  ,  no  need  to  dwell  on  it   ━   he  glances  down  at  the  book’s  cover  and  then  back  at  her  ,  downright  appalled  by  the  undertone  of  the  comment .   ❛  you  know  what ?  nothing  wrong  with  enhancing  your  intellectual  abilities  in  a  place  where  so  many  braincells  are  lost   ━    just  remember  that  when  you  move  on  to  downing .  .  .  lemon drops  or  whatever .  ❜   this  is  just  playful  banter  ,  sibling  mockery  at  it’s  finest  ;  he  would  never  ,  not  in  this  life  or  the  next  ,  judge  his  sister .  in  his  eyes  ,  she  can  do  no  wrong  :  most  of  the  time .  amusement  tugs  at  his  lips  ,  the  usual  mellowed  smile  spreading  wide .   ❛  that’s  a  very  low  bar .  ❜   he’d  be  more  concerned  for  the  one  who  got  in  her  face  , who  sparked  the  flame  that  ignited  sasha  lane  from  head  to  toe .  eugene  has  seen  his  sister  at  her  peak  ,  and   ━   pity  the  fools  who  thought  she  was  an  easy  target .   ❛  i  have  work  in  the  morning . ❜   that’s  better  than  the  excuse  that  was  hovering  on  his  tongue  :  i’m  fine  ,  i  just  had  a  diet  soda  &  i  wanna’  go  watch  the  terminator .  he  begins  to  make  a  low  sound  of  uncertainty  ,  because  where  she  is  all  waywardness  ,  he  is  all  soft  discipline  ,  but  he  pauses  ,  ponders  it  :  because  there’s  a  heaviness  in  the  air  that  is  hard  to  ignore  ,  and  MAYBE  it  was  needed .   ❛  alright  ,    one  shot   ━  ❜          

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Airplane! (1980) dir. Jim Abrahams, David Zucker & Jerry Zucker

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*   havocccd‌ !

OPEN STARTER ! — @mistystarters​ 

“ IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A SHOULDER TO CRY ON , or somebody to comfort you . . i’m not your girl. “ sasha cuts across as she sits at the bar, staring ahead. the news of a LITTLE BOY’S DEATH still rings in her mind. sasha may be cruel, and harsh, and RUINATION . but she isn’t as heartless as she pretends to be. SHE FEELS a bit too much sometimes . she just doesn’t know how to deal with OTHER PEOPLE’S EMOTIONS. and she never will . “ if you need a quick fuck or a drink . . that’s more my speed . “ it’s said roughly, but truthful, as she doesn’t even chance the person before her a glance. instead, she gestures to the bartender for SHOTS . so many shots . she can’t keep track of how much she’s had to drink. alcohol is good on any night . but especially nights like THIS . sasha usually isn’t one for company  , either . but . again. tonight feels DIFFERENT. 

                      ❛  ever  the  sentimentalist  ,  sash .  ❜   he  doesn’t  dare  peer  up  towards  whatever  poor  soul  had  been  met  with  his  sister’s  scrutiny  ,  but  a  silent  apology  is  visible  across  his  averted  features  nonetheless   ━   he  loves  his  sibling  ,  but  SOMETIMES  .  .  .  well  ,  she  had  a  certain  way  of  dealing  with  people  ,  and  it  didn’t  involve  sugar - coating .   he’s  seated  several  bar  stools  up  ,  but  still  remains  within  ear - shot  will  he  awaits  payment  for  the  fixture  of  a  busted  kegerator .   (  his  good  ear  at -least  unfortunately .  )  and  yes  ,  that  means  he’s  eavesdropping  ,  but  only  selectively  ,  only  until  he  hears  something  he  wish  he  hadn’t   ;  he  cringes  beneath  the  words  he  catches  ,  palms  pressing  into  the  sides  of  his  face  as  he  groans .  ❛  oh  no  ,  please  ━   not  another  word  or  i’ll  have  to  bleach  my  brain  when  i  get  home .  ❜    the  book  in  his  lap  (  the  fundamentals  of  fluid  mechanics  ,  light -  reading .  )  is  snapped  shut  ,  warm  hues  eyeing  the   .  .  .  what  number  was  it  now ?  the  second  ?  the  second  round  of  shots  ,  as  he  raises  a  brow .  he  tries  to  give  her  space  ,  let  her  do  her  own  thing  ;  his  sister  does  not  need  baby -   sitting  ,   but  that  doesn’t  mean  he  doesn’t  worry  ,  that  doesn’t  mean  he  doesn’t  care .  ❛   remember  ,  no  pub  brawls  ,  we  don’t  have  the  money  to  bail  you  out  if  you  get  busted .  ❜   it’s  said  in  his  usual  light - heartedness  ,  but  there’s  a  hint  of  concern  ,  a  hint  of  :  JUST  BE  CAREFUL .  

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BECK JAMESON: OPEN STARTER - @mistystarters​

“seriously.. i’m not kidding.” they muttered, checks flushed pink in anger. “the cops are out here giving people fuckin’ parking tickets when it’d be in their best fucking interest to go and.. maybe.. i don’t know, look for a fucking murderer?”

❛  i  mean  ,  ❜   his  brow  furrows  in  deep  thought  ,  firm  lines  appearing  across  his  crown   ━   he  gets  it  ,  he  does   :  people  want  answers  ,  they  want  justice  for  an  innocent  life  ;  but  he  also  gets  how  important  maintaining  order  &  normalcy  is  to  keep  a  community  from  spiraling .  ❛  there’s  not  much  they  can  do  if  they  don’t  have  leads  ,  i  guess ?  ❜

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   004. OPEN // @mistystarters​

oliver’s therapist told him that he needed to engage in small talk more. he didn’t understand why, he thought his small group of close acquaintances and the few people he could call friends was enough — apparently not. she told him that it’d be good for him to talk to more people he didn’t know, and what better place to do that then his place of work ?? talking there already scared the SHIT out of him because he thought one misstep would be the end for him, but he’d FEEL terrible if he had to tell her that he didn’t do his therapy homework for the week. might as well GET IT OUT OF THE WAY. ‘ i’ve seen a lot of … occult books here. more than what i feel like is normal, ’ oliver said as he checked out someone’s books. he probably sounded like he was being held at gunpoint, but he continued, ‘ i feel like i could start a bookclub, because they’re fun to read, but i don’t think i know too many people who’d be interested. ’

                                        misty  hollow  library  &  even  bookstore  ,  has  become  a  hot - spot  for  eugene  lane  :  whether  for  some  peace  of  mind  or  a  distraction  ,  he  preferred  books  to  beers  &  black - outs .  although  ,  he  can’t  say  he’s  ever  been  one  for  the  OCCULT .  sure  ,  he’s  thought  about  it  :  some  things  just  can’t  be  explained  and  others  are  easy  to  believe .  misty  hollow  is  infamous  for  those  hushed  whispers  of  whodunit  gossip   &   far - fetched  theories  that  hits  straight  to  the  subconscious  when  you’re  alone  ,  so  eugene  would  be  lying  through  his  teeth  if  he  hadn’t  given  it  some  thought  these  past  few  weeks  ,  with  everything  that  has  happened .  that’s  the  thing  about  the  arcane  ,  it  begs  to  be  acknowledged  ,  begs  to  be  known .   ❛  that’s  the  misty  hollow  specialty  :  nothing  is  really  normal   ━   i  heard  a  woman  swear  she  saw  bigfoot  just  the  other  day .  ❜  he  places  his  collection  of  books  on  the  counter  ,  his  weekend  entertainment  :  a  couple  of  murder  mysteries  ,  and  spanish  for  dummies !   shoulders  lifting  into  a  nonchalant  shrug  &  features  brightening  with  keenness .  ❛  honestly ?  it  would  be  a  hit  around  here   ━   i’d  be  interested  ,  so  you  already  have  at least  one  person  lined  up .  ❜

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*   takecarc ! 

❛ ✯ ┋ open starter ( @mistystarters​​ )◞

location: lucky’s tavern

                 she’d woken up in a sweating frenzy, body jolting into a seated position as she attempted to regulate her breathing back into a state that allowed for the intake of oxygen like a normal, functioning human being. nightmares were a recurring matter in her routine, an event mallory was obliged to get used to — she’d been forced to endure worst things in life, so it was nothing she couldn’t handle. which wasn’t to say they were always easy to shake off, a chilling feeling in her bones accompanying her throughout the rest of the day … and then news broke. of henry fritz’s body. it made sense now, the tightness around her throat, the eerie sensation that something bad was about to happen. “hey …” quietly calling out to the person sitting by the counter, the blonde looks over her shoulder to make sure her boss wasn’t watching. “next round is on the house. i think we’re all needing some liquid courage, aye?” 

                                                             a  body found  in  the  midst  of  reeves  &  weeds  ,  near  that  old  abandoned  logging  mill  :  no  one  wanted  that  to  be  the  grim  ending  of  henry  fitz  ,  no  one  wanted  that  case  closed  in  such  a  way  ,  filled  to  the  brim  with  grief  &  MACABRE   —   gene  didn’t  know  the  boy  personally  ,  but  even  he  can  feel  the  heaviness  in  his  chest  at  the  news  ,  even  he  goes  in  search  of  something  to  numb  the  woe  that  has  settled  across  the  town  of  misty  hollow  like  eerie  fog .   ❛  really ?  ❜  fingers  clasped  around  a  glass  that  was  supposed  to  be  his  last  (  one  and  done  ,  that’s  his  preferred  motto .  )   he  leans  forward  in  his  stool  ,  following  suit  in  keeping  his  tone  low   ;  although  he  doesn’t  say  it  ,  he  figures  people  will  need  something  a  lot  stronger  than  liquid  courage  to  get  through  this  :  when  tensions  run  high   &   people  grow  insane  with  paranoia .   ❛  you’re  not  gonna’  get  docked  for  that  ,  right ?  ❜

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⌠ aubrey joseph. cismale. he/him. ⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only eugene lane. though, around here they’re known as the obsequious. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty two year old mechanic kinda has a reputation of being self - critical and acquiescent. but y’know, they can be magnanimous and conscientious too. typical aries. anyways, welcome home and stay safe gene ! ❞ 

let’s  rock  &  roll  buckerOOS  here  is  a  v  long  intro  bc  i  got  rlly  !  excited  !  abt  this  rp !  i’m  nae  (  twenty  ,  she /her  ,  acst  /  from  good  ol’  australia !  )  and  i’ll  be  playing  eugene  lane  ,  whom  you  can  learn  more  abt  below  !

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

full  name  :  eugene  anthony  lane .  

nickname  /  alias  :  gene . 

age  :  twenty  two .  

gender  /  pronouns  :  cismale  ,  he /  him .  

sexual  /  romantic  orientation  :  bisexual  /  biromantic .

hometown  :  born   &   raised  in  misty  hollow  ,  connecticut  ,  babey  !

occupation  :  mechanic .

could  be  compared  to  :  grizz  visser  from  the  society  ,  monty  green  from  the  100  ,  rio  from  money  heist .

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.

eugene  lane  :  you’re  born  in  a  run - down  trailer  ,  broken  blinds   &   shattered  kitchenware .  born  to  two  parents  ,  one  of  which  is  nothing  but  an  absent shadow  in  your  life  ,  and  another  who  carries  an  edge  like  knives   ━   you’re  born  on  the  wrong  side  of  the  tracks  ,  but  you’re  not  born  there  alone .  you’re  sister  is  born  several  minutes  before  you  ,  and  she  will  stand  steadfast  by  your  side  throughout  every  up  and  down  ,  she  will  always  be  there  to  be  your  pillar  of  strength  ,  and  that  is  more  than  enough  love  to  survive  on   ━   you  are  brought  up  rough  ,  and  not  just  in  that  busted  up  trailer  park   :   you  blend  into  the  back  of  classrooms  to  avoid  all  the  sneers   &  pestering  ,  but  teachers  see  you  ,  they  remember  who  you  are  .  they  say  you’ve  got  a  decent  brain  in  that  head  of  yours  ,  something  valuable  ,  something  to  be  harnessed  into  greatness .  they  say  all  your  opportunities  are  waiting  for  you  just  around  the  bend   ━   it’s  a  nice  dream  ,  although  you  fail  to  see  your  own  potential .  for  now  ,  you  have  your  gadgets   &   odd  science  experiments  ,  selling  exam  answers  &  reports  to  students  under  the  bleachers  promising  A’s  ,  and  that’s  enough .  

the  household  is  a  tense  one  ,  and  your  mom   &   sister  fight  A  LOT   :   your  mom  is  intolerable  and  cruel  ,  and  your  sister  is  a  spitfire  that  is  easily  ignited   &  not  easily  extinguished   ━   you  do  your  best  to  keep  out  of  your  mother’s  vengeful  path  ,  even  if  it  means  looking  away  when  your  sister  needs  you  most  ,  even  if  it  means  cowering .   you  are  not  a  fighter  ,  you  do  not  raise  your  fists  or  your  tone  :  you  prefer  the  road  less  bound  for  conflict  ,  to  speak  softer  &  use  gentler  palms .  your  father  ,  when  he’s  around  ,  has  said  this  is  weakness  :  too  passive  ,  too  eager  ,  but  gene  can’t  see  a  fault  in  being  kinder  than  most .  

highschool  graduation  is  a  sigh  of  relief  ,  no  longer  hassled  &  tormented  by  peers  that  you  tried  and  tried  to  gain  respect  from .  BUT  NOW  WHAT ?  you  are  at  the  very  bottom  of  the  food - chain  ,  and  you  have  been  brought  up  with  nothing  but  the  tendency  to  only  see  your  faults   ━   somehow  ,  you’re  offered  apprenticeship  at  a  local  automobile  mechanic  in  exchange  for  free  labor   ━   not  ideal  when  you’re  seeking  to  pull  your  own  weight  in  that  new  apartment  with  your  sister  that  neither  can  really  afford .  but  you  make  it  work  ,  you  take  up  odd  jobs  wherever  you  can  find  them   :   drip  ‘n  dry  laundromat  ,  the  hollow  diner  ,  even  your  very  own  from  home  computer  repair  business  that  never  really  takes  off  ,  but  it  pulls  enough  to  get  by  until  you  can  navigate  your  way  under  a  hood  ,  enough  to  say   :   THIS  IS  ALL  ME  ,  eugene  lane  did  this  !    and  that  is  enough .  

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  &  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .  

first  and  foremost  ....  he  Baby   .....  GOD  he  really  does  have  a  big  heart  !!!!  cares  abt  people  a  HECK  ton  !!!  everything  he  does  is  for  his  sister  +  those  he  loves  /  befriends  !!!

v  self  critical  of  himself  tho  like  ...  he’s  constantly  doubting  himself  and  his  ability's  even  though  !!!!  he’s  v  smart  !!!  if  u  ever  need  help  with  anything  techy  ,  he’s  ur  man  !

loves  his  job  ...  sm  ...   he  fuckin  LOVES  tinkering  with  stuff .  although  he’s  really  only  been  an  official  automobile  mechanic  for  abt  a  year  or  so  ??  will  flip  out  over  cars  tho  ..  he’ll  ramble  ALL  DAY  abt  his  opinions  on  different  manufacturers .   

he  gives  off  grandpa  vibes  ...  he  hardly  curses   &   he’s  in  bed  by  9 ...  yes  he  watches  soap  operas  in  his  spare  time  ,  and  what  abt  it .

will  Never  snap  back  at  anyone  EVER .  he  will  100 %  always  back  down  from  confrontation .  the  only  time  he  has  ever  stepped  !  tf  !  up  !  was  when  he  was  in  his  late  teens   &   he  ...  lost  oop .  he  got  rlly  badly  injured  (  permanent  hearing  loss  in  his  right  ear .  ) 

strangely  tho  ??  he  is  weirdly  CALM  abt  all  this  murder  stuff .  he’ll  be  like  ‘  yeah  that’s  kinda  Freaky  ,  huh  ’  but  then  5  mins  later  he’ll  be  out  Walkin’  down  dark  alley’s  or  taking  in  hitch -  hikers  : /

but  he’s  also  this  vine  when  it  comes  to  anything  Creepy

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 .

gonna  get  my  homies  mood  rings  so  i  know  when  they  need  a  hug  :  bad  boys  bad  boys  .. .  whatcha  gonna’  do  .. .  whatcha  gonna  do  when  they  come  4  u .... i  want  a  BROTP  for  him  !!  YESTERDAY  !!  bonus  points  if  it’s  like  a  dumb  boy  band  squa d  

u  was  my  fuckin’  cinnamon  apple  :  ok  i’m  kinda’  picturing  that  ....  on  /  off  type  relationship  ??  they  are  constantly  a  are  they  /  aren’t  they  situation  bc  one  second  they’re  all  over  each  other  and  the  next  they  refuse  2  speak  to  each  other .

a  strictly  platonic  gal  pal  :  just  a  gal  that  he  is  genuinely  friends  with  ?? not  to  get  my  nerdy  pants  on  but  .....  hermione  granger  /  harry  potter  type  deal  ?? pls  he  needs  it  ...  I NEED IT

break  his  heart  i  dare  u   :   he’s  such  a  sentimentalist  that  he  grows  attached  to  ppl  v  quickly  so  mayb  it  was  first  just  a  fling ??  or  mayb  a  highschool  crush  gone  wrong ?? maybe  he’s  CURRENTLY  crushing  on  them  and  they’re  gonna’  try  and  let  him  down  easy  BUT

a  GIRLFRIEND  /  BOYFRIEND ??  :  just  gonna  throw  it  out  there  ...  bc  who  knows  !  he’d  be  a  good  boyfriend  ...  he  would  open  doors  4  u   &   giv  u  .....  all  his  undevoted  love  and  undivided  attention  ALWAYS .  

a  bad  influence  :  gene  is  a  goody  goody  ,  so  this  person  would  probably  be  pushin  him  outside  his  comfort  zone ??  ━  maybe  they’ve  manipulated  him  in  a  way ??  got  him  to  do  their  bidding  ??  or  mayb  he’s  just  followin  them  around  &  tryin’  to  keep  up  w /  their  shenanigans ?? 

let’s  tell  each  other  secrets  ,  ill  go  first ...  i  Hat e  u  :  kinda  picturing  someone  he  clashed  with  in  highschool  ??  but  mayb  even  someone  who  just  gives  him  a  hard  time OR  MAYB  the  person  he  fought  with  that  last  tim e ??

and  literally  anything  else  !!  pls  plot  with  me ... i  lo v  e u 

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What’s this? Grizz gave it to me. “Even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair and against our will, comes wisdom by the awful grace of God.” Wow. I didn’t know Grizz was such a good writer. It’s Aeschylus.

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Aubrey Joseph in The High Bridge