#terry.bradshaw

[fastlanehqs]

WELCOME TO MIDWAY, DUDE. Take a look our checklist for a few little deets before we get started.

OOC INFO

alias: ade

age: 27

pronouns: he/him

timezone: gmt+2

triggers: [REDACTED]

what made you want to join fastlanehq? i absolutely love love love groups set in the past!!! 

if you aren’t chosen for your first skeleton choice, what are your second and third choices? [REDACTED]

are you applying for a wanted connection? if so, which one? —

anything else? fountain of sorrow - joan baez

IC BLURB

[DANIEL EZRA, CIS MAN, HE&HIM] Well, well, well, [FRANKIE TERRELL], after that stunt you and your friends pulled, half of town didn’t think you’d make it to graduation! Let alone turning [18]. You’re getting a reputation as [THE TERRY BRADSHAW] you know, it’s all the talk around [MIDWAY HIGH SCHOOL]! Nevertheless, Principal Grauss announced your postgrad plans to [PLAY FOOTBALL FOR GEORGIA STATE UNIVERSITY] when you walked across that stage and got that diploma. Folks around Midway will always remember you as [HARD-WORKING & SOCIABLE] and [SECRETIVE & SELF-DEPRECATING].

WRITING SAMPLE

Nostalgia’s a drug, and sometimes your character catches themselves thinking about the good old days. Describe the last school dance they attended– the good, the bad, and the poofy.

senior prom night goes pretty much exactly how frankie imagined it would. he picks [MISS AMERICA] up with his truck, all scrubbed clean and smelling fresher than it’s ever been. they take photos, five different poses, bright and wide smiles in each, the color of his tie matched perfectly with her dress. they pick their friends up on the way over, much to [MISS AMERICA]’s dismay who clearly wanted the night to be just about them but frankie, well—he promised and he’s not the type to go back on his word. 

it follows a script until it doesn’t. he dances with her, makes sure to stick close when she needs him to; smiles and politely jokes when their history teacher asks about their future, even though the entire conversation makes him feel like his skin is about to scorch itself off his body. then [THE BURN OUT] catches his eye—they know, they get it. so frankie excuses himself, says something about the bathroom but instead, he follows [THE BURN OUT] out of the auditorium.

they’re quiet, the two of them, as they walk down the empty school halls. they roam around trying to find an empty classroom with the doors left open and finally, they do. they have homeroom here, frankie notices. miss collins always complains whenever he and [THE BURN OUT] try to talk to each other so they have to resort to passing notes. frankie has a box full of them at home. he doesn’t have the heart to trash them for some reason.

they close the door, put a chair against the doorknob because they don’t feel like being found. they settle on the floor all the way in the back of the room so even if someone were to peek through the glass in the door, they probably wouldn’t notice them.

“had so many teachers ask me about my scholarship and moving. i’m getting real sick of it,” frankie says when he can’t take [THE BURN OUT]’s expectant stare any longer, even though he knows that they know what’s causing his mood to plummet tonight. they know everything, they’re the only one. 

he lies down with his head in [THE BURN OUT]’s lap and talks—and talks. about how he’s not sure of anything, about how he’s scared, about how he can’t see himself leaving, about how he can see himself leaving but to do other things, not the ones he promised his dad he’d do. when he’s done pouring his heart out, he goes completely quiet for a while and [THE BURN OUT] lets him. 

he’s lucky that they get back to the auditorium they do because they’re just about to announce king and queen and [MISS AMERICA] looks like she’s about to chew someone’s head off while her eyes scan the crowd in search of—well, frankie. 

he goes home with the crown and an uneasy feeling in his stomach, which he hopes goes away by morning.