forum //There's Nothing Left for us Here// OPEN GROUP RP

Started July 18, 2022 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

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Name: Lukas Devereaux, goes by Lucky
Age: 21
Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Demisexual
Shipping: Sure, but be prepared for this to take a minute.
Appearance: Lucky is roughly 5'8"/1.7m tall and weighs around 135lbs/61kg. He's lean but not skinny, and has disproportionately large hands and feet for his height. He's got honey blonde hair, and suffers from uncombable hair syndrome (It's a real thing, look it up!), which means his hair never cooperates. As he's gotten older, it's started to curl, leaving him with a head of extremely unruly curly blonde hair, which he usually keeps shorter than 6". His eyes are a light brown and are almond shaped. His nose is aquiline, but is bent just a bit as a result of a break years ago. He has no intentional facial hair, but does grow reddish-blonde stubble. He's got full lips but a rather small mouth, making his face an interesting shape. Not handsome, per se, but interesting. His torso and legs follow normal proportions, other than his hands and feet. If he gets very tired, he limps on his left leg from an old knee injury. However, he doesn't tire easily because he's generally fit. Not a gym-rat, but fit. He can usually be found in cargo shorts or pants (when its cold), with a flannel shirt and maybe a hooded poncho in the rain or the cold, and Timberland boots, always Timberlands. His color pallet leans towards green, blue, and brown, largely because he enjoys nature.
Personality: Lucky is a generally easy-going, laid back individual. He enjoys peace and quiet, he loves being outside, and he loves books. He speaks French, German, Esperanto, English, and a little bit of Spanish. His talent for languages comes as a result of him being generally friendly and willing to talk to strangers. However, he has a clock-stopping French accent (which I won't reflect in his writing style, because that would be horrifically unreadable. You'll just have to imagine.) He isn't extroverted, he prefers his quiet, but he's never rude about it, and will willingly make friends. However, things that irritate him, irritate him quickly. He also works very hard to keep his temper in check, but when he loses it, you better move. He's a protective individual, sometimes to a fault. He can also be fiercely independent when the mood strikes him, particularly if he's upset. He's capable but not overconfident.

Backstory: Lucky is from France. His dad is French, his mom German, and they met studying abroad. They got married, had Lukas, had his little sister, then split up. His mom moved back to Germany and Lukas and his sister went with her, but Lukas spends a most of his time at his dad's place in France. His mom has remarried, and his stepdad and he don't get along, so he stays away, mostly only going to visit his sister. His dad has stayed single since the split, and he and Lucky travel a lot. Lucky has been part of the Federation de Scoutisme Francais (the French equivalent of the Boy Scouts) since he was little, and he and his dad often enjoy camping together. Lucky has also been a part of various martial arts classes over the years; scouting and his combat classes have turned him into a soft-core survivalist. Rather than going to university, after high school, he has been travelling around and living off the land in Europe. His dad came on some trips with him, but in the last year, they found out he had cancer. His dad passed away and Lucky came to the States, partially to visit an aunt and uncle who have a ranch out by the Rockies, but also to grieve in private.

Lucky tossed another log on the fire, before sitting down on the rock by his sleeping bag. He'd been sleeping just fine till that wolf had howled. It had spooked Sinjoro, and the horse had squealed till Lucky had rolled out of bed to go calm him down. 15 minutes later, he was still wide awake, even though it had been quiet out here since. The fire was dying, so he'd built it back up, trying to keep warm in the mountain winter. Convincing Tante Sophia to let him camp out up here for the weekend had been difficult, but with Uncle Tim on his side, he'd made it out without her scolding him too much. He knew she cared a lot, and only fussed because she didn't want him to be alone but… sometimes the silence of the mountains was nice.

And sometimes some peace and quiet from his 4 cousins was a necessity.

Lucky loved them, he really did, and they'd been very kind while he'd been staying with them since-… since Dad died… but honestly, sometimes they were SO LOUD. And with 4 of them, no place was quiet. He couldn't hide in his room, because he shared a room with a cousin. If he hid in the stable with the horses, someone would find him while they did their chores. If he went out in the pastures with the cows, he could sometimes still hear their laughter and playful shouting echoing across the flat ranchlands from the house. No, the only really quiet place out here was up in the mountains, with just the falling snow and his horse.

And the wolves, apparently.

Which reminded him. He dug his poncho out of his pack and unwrapped his tools. If there were predators around, being armed wasn't a bad idea. He pulled his hatchet and knife out of their pouches before he remembered his uncle's recent gift. Oh. Right. He stood up and went back over to where Sinjoro was tethered to a small pine. He had put the 9mm Glock 22 in his saddle bags, thinking he wouldn't need it, but it would definitely be better than trying to defend himself with a knife. He stuck the gun in his belt, and paused to nuzzle his horse's forehead.

"It's a beautiful night, Sinjoro." He looked up at the sky. "Think Dad can see the stars from heaven? Or maybe… maybe he IS a star now." That'd be cool. He walked back and flopped down on his sleeping bag, staring up at the stars. Dad, if you're a star, burn bright.

He lay there till morning, dozing a little, but mostly watching the stars and listening to the mountain sounds.

Lexie was laying almost completely on Alex's lap with a blanket, wrapped around her she had just woke up and started watching what was on the tv Alex had switched if whatever kid show was on to the news they were speaking of the recent peace treaty that once she realized it was the news to groaned and rolled over looking up at Alex
"What's your deal I thought you were asleep " Alex looked down at lexie with a smirk on her face
Lexie rolled her eyes before answering Alex "your stupid news woke me up me what happened to the show I was watching?"
Lexie had an attitude problem when she was tired so she wasn't the easiest to get along with but she was still a very nice little girl Alex just sat there shaking her as as she turned the tv back to levies show she she would hopefully fall asleep soon

Eldora was still lying face first on her bed, but she was feeling better. So, she decided to try walking again; she couldn't think of much else to do. Hastily putting on her scarf and coat, she walked outside. It was alright; the stars seemed normal again. Maybe she'd just been nauseous when she first got up. She took out some money, she'd decided to get some food while she was out here. She scanned the streets for a good looking fast food place to spend the dollars she had on her at the moment on, finally walking into a McDonalds to get some breakfast. She looked around the crowd and it seemed to kinda twist, though she noticed it was just a trick of her eyes. She was still a little worried, after all.

(Sorry I took so long, I had activities.)

Zander steps away from Jesse and over the man on the ground, picking up the gun she had kicked away from him. Looking back to him, he now lays lifeless beside his partner, blood staining the ground. If she weren't so used to this, she would pity him. But her face stays emotionless as well as Jesse's
She shakes the blood off of the gun, removing a small handkerchief from her pocket and wiping the rest off. She's decided to clean it when they got home but for now she sticks it in the hem of her pants before turning back around to Jesse.
"Okay. My bad" she says with a nod. "what else did you need to get?" Zander asks her, opening the large metal door and holding it open.
Jesse steps through it "im getting paid a little extra to get one of the animals here" she says, walking down the hallway, holstering her own gun and rolling up the wad of papers she took out of the desk and handing them to Zander, not liking the texture.
"You mean a rabid dog?" she asks as she takes the papers "no. lets just go" she replies, shaking her head as she walks by Jesse's side, the clacking sound of her heels echoing through the hallway, bouncing off the cement walls. Normally a sound like that would annoy Jesse but being with Zander as long as she has, she's gotten used to it.
"If you do not like it, take the papers and i meet you at home." Jesse states, turning down the corner.
"ill stay. You like my company" Zander teases, elbowing her side.
"i don't say that" Jesse retorts, her english failing slightly. Zander, being fluent, pushes it aside, knowing what she means. "if i went off only the things you tell me i wouldn't know you at all" she says, turning around the corner with Jesse.
Both of their ears still ring from the gunshots and their heads ached. Though neither of them talked about it, Zander wondered if they kept doing things like this if they would suffer from hearing loss. She, being the type to worry more about Jesse than herself, resists the urge to ask her about it. Instead they open the door that leads into the main area where Jesse had come from.
The two large dogs were now latched onto each others necks, blood and fine dirt stain their coats as they fight. Their growls coming deep from their throats and their whimpers are overpowered by the noises of the crowd around them.
Zander forces herself to look away as the crowd yells at the dogs and each other, cheering them on. She was far more affected by it than Jesse was, but then again, this wasn't Zanders profession, it was hers. Sadly enough, it was obvious Jesse had become desensitized to things like this, and just about everything else in the world that would make any other normal person want to off themselves.
They stick to the wall, the women carefully making their way through the crowd, more eyes on Zander than she's used to. It wasn't often a put together woman showed up to these kind of things, if women at all. She felt like she was in a jail cell with fifty men and she was the only woman. Which she basically was.
Though Jesse acted as a sort of safety blanket for Zander, knowing she wouldn't let anything happen to her.
She doesn't show this on her person though. Instead she holds herself with the utmost confidence and a perfect poker face to match. The most shed give is a glare to someone if they even looked like they wanted to approach her.

She looks up to Jesse as they walk "why isn't anyone asking about the gunshots? Any sane person would be leaving this joint" she asks. Jesse looks around before spotting the door on the other side, closer to the edge of entrance that led upstairs. "gunshots are common here. They do not care and if they are smart and don't want to get shot, they leave quietly or they act like they don't hear it." she explains to her as best as she can in english, opening the door and stepping through with Zander.
Jesse looks down yet another hallway and lets out a big sigh, irritated to say the least. "lets get this over with" she says.
The first thing you can hear when entering the room are the barks of about twenty or more different dogs. The whines and their long, untrimmed claws scratching as the cages and clinks against the metal.
The hallway leads them to a large room filled with cages throughout the whole room. Jesse stops along with Zander and they both take in a deep breath.
Zander blinks a few times, disgusted by the whole ordeal before looking to Jesse to see her reaction.
Jesse stays still, looking over the room at all of the beaten up dogs. Shivering in the cold as the basement offered no protection from the outsides weather.
She swallows hard and continues to walk, looking around to see if anybody was in here. Somebody should be guarding this place right?
Both of them knew she wouldn't be getting paid as much as she was for getting the dog if it didn't come with its challenges.

When Min-Hyuk leaves the room, Seo Hyeon turns to her mother, pursing her pink lips together. "im sorry" she says to Yoori in a soft whisper.
Yoori shakes her head "don't be." she shrugs "he doesn't know me so i don't expect him to want to stay. Im surprised he's stayed this long." she says while letting out a heavy sigh. "he must really care about you."
Seo Hyeon looks back to the doorway then to her mother. "im lucky to have him" she says, sitting up and stepping over to the other side of the bed where there was more room and sits down on it. "scooch over i wanna lay down to" Seo Hyeon teases. Her mother smiles and moves to the left side of the bed, allowing Seo Hyeon to lay down beside her.
Yoori leans her head on her daughter's chest as her daughter wraps her arms around her. They pull the blanket over themselves and listen to the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the hum of the oxygen machine, its repetitive soft clicks Seo Hyeon knew annoyed her brother. Though she's come to find it comforting. Sadly enough it reminded her of her mother and how nice it felt to be by her side.
She closes her eyes and lets her mind wander, trying her best not to mind Min-Hyuk, as this was a common thing.
Not for him to cry, but for him to leave the room to destress or cool down. She didn't know what it was, but she knew how easily his emotions can be overloaded. So he always needed an escape plan in any situation he was in. So he could take time to be by himself.
It's always freaked her out since they were kids, only because she was never able to help when they were little. Now she still doesn't understand it but she's learned how to help. Though it was always a challenge from everyone around him.
Ryuu, her boyfriend, used to say it was most likely some sort of sensory overload issue if it wasn't any of his other diagnosed "disabilities" as the doctors and psychiatrists called them. She smiles at the thought of Ryuu trying his best to always help her brother.
As if Yoori could read her thoughts, she speaks up just before Seo Hyeon's pulled into the dream world. "I haven't seen your man in a while. What happened to him huh? Did you guys break up?" she asks in a soft whisper.
Seo Hyeon scrunches her eyebrows and rests her chin on her mother's head, letting out a heavy sigh. "Momma" she starts out, not wanting to say anything.
"He passed away a few months ago…" she explains, now having done this a few other times.
Seo Hyeon didn't know why her mother only remembered specific things…like how to cook, what kinds of flowers were what, Seo Hyeon, or her late husband back in Korea. Yet she didn't remember her own son or Seo Hyeon's boyfriends death.
Why did she deserve to be remembered when her brother didn't? Why does she deserve to be remembered when Ryuu wasn't remembered? Even in death?
Yoori falls silent, her heart monitor speed picking up slightly. Seo Hyeon kisses the top of her mother's head, her hair full yet stringy with thin grey hairs. "it's okay…."
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Min-Hyuk blocks out any sounds around him while his face is shoved in his arms and knees, tears dripping off his hot cheeks and into his lap.
Though soon he decides to stand and get some fresh air. So he makes his way down the hallway towards the exit as they're on the first floor. He doesn't need to evade any people passing by as the few nurses that are on night shift stuck to the side and out of his way.
He turns to go outside into the parking lot, letting the automatic door close behind him after waving to the secretary at the front desk.
Min-Hyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his read hoodie to grab out a pack of cigarettes' and a lighter.
Lighting it, he looks up into the sky as he watches the white clouds roll in, his poor eyesight not able to catch it as well anyone else. Though he refused to wear glasses nor would he wear contacts. He'd always say that it's his way of seeing the world. Though he made it up as an excuse so people would shut up about it.
He looks down from the sky and to the road in front of the hospital, then out a little further to see the blurred lights passing by on the highway as he puts the cigarette to his lips. He takes a deep breath in, letting the bitter smoke fill his lungs and warm his chest.
Exhaling, he watches the smoke fill the air around him, not bothering to wave it away. It makes his eyes water and sting a little but it calms his nerves more than anything else that he's tried. Maybe he wasn't on the right medication. He didn't know, nor did he care enough to find out. Min-Hyuk more preferred simple, temporary fixes instead of long ones. As he knew he wouldn't live much longer.

Through the smoke, Min-Hyuk sees flashing red and blue lights and panic rises in his chest. He freezes in place, looking blankly at what he quickly made out to be a police car.
"Shit" he curses before dropping the cigarette and bolting around the corner before the cops get out of the vehicle.
His pulse quickly rises and he feels it in his ears, the blood thumping in his head along with his heartbeat. He runs as fast as he can around the building, hoping to go around and come back into the hosptial. It would be much easily to evade anyone inside of a building. The trick was getting inside.
Soon he stops in front of a door to the back and a latter beside it. He quickly twists the handle to the door-or attempts to anyway. But finds himself jerked down to the cement.
"Min-Hyuk Youn. You're under arrest for the murder of Nathaniel Hayes. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can-and will be used against you in the court of law"

Name: Sinjoro, meaning "Gentleman" in Esperanto
Age: 9 (prime of adult life for a horse)
Gender/pronouns: Male, he/him (although he doesn't care, as long as you're nice)
Sexuality: Probably straight? (Lucky has never bothered to check)
Shipping: Umm, no. Absolutely not. Unless we add more horses, but [shrug] why?
Appearance: Sinjoro is a big Anglo-Arabian, a common French horse breed known for their speed, endurance, jumping, and long military tradition. He's got black fur over most of his body, with a white patch on his head, and a big white patch across his chest and stomach; Lukas named him "Gentleman" because he looks like he's wearing a tuxedo. He weighs roughly 1100lbs/500kg and stands 17.5 hands/70in/178cm tall at the shoulder (he's a Big Boi), making him a little taller than Lucky. Lucky keeps Sinjoro's tail and mane neat, but usually leaves them unbraided and un-styled. Sinjoro can typically be found in a black English saddle, with black saddlebags, and a blue Western-style bridle. Lukas went with black in order to keep the tuxedo look, because why not?

Personality: Sinjoro largely reflects Lucky's personality. He is gentle and laid-back, but has a feisty streak when challenged. Lukas has been kind to him, so he's extremely gentle with people and very patient. His strength and endurance have allowed him to go on most of Lucky's adventures with him. He's an outgoing horse, but will only really trust a person if he sees Lukas trust them first. He likes sugar cubes, apples, carrots, and absolutely loves plums, for some reason. He's a generally stable horse (ha), but he does spook easy in tense situations, mostly because he's trying to protect Lucky. He's gained a lot of empathy for a horse, mostly from Lukas talking to him about literally everything gong on in his life.

Backstory: One of Lucky's Scout projects as a kid was to volunteer at a local horse farm in rural France. He got to help with the birthing of a foal, but the foal was sick. The farmer assigned Lucky to help him nurse it to health, and the boy and the foal bonded so deeply, the farmer sold Lucky the foal. Not for money, but for the promise that Lucky would treat him right. Lucky has honored that promise every day, and Sinjoro has had an easy life as a result. Lucky rode regularly, trained him for local races and jumping competitions, and eventually started taking him on long camping trips up in the Pyrenees Mountains. Sinjoro came back from his early sickness and grew very large for his breed. Lucky has always packed light, and used the gentlest gear available. This made Sinjoro a strong, well-adjusted horse. However, Sinjoro has watched Lucky go through some incredibly difficult things, and has been there as an emotional support the whole time. When Lucky's dad died, and Lucky decided to go to the States for a while, Sinjoro came with him. The long voyage on the livestock transport was worth it to feel Lucky's happiness on the open plains of Wyoming. He has also done his best to comfort his grieving owner in the quiet moments.