despite the blondes residence in oakley court, astrid couldn’t resist the ducks in the park of regrave grove. it was early afternoon and the girl had decided to get some school work done outside to enjoy the weather. despite her being there for over an hour, not a stitch of work had been done. the girl currently sat sideways on a bench, so she could lean her shoulder on the back of it, with a pile of textbooks and a notebook open to a blank page in front of her. beyond the books sat her laptop with a constant loop playing of her old competition tapes. a gentle but appreciated breeze kissed at her skin causing the young woman to close her eyes and bask in the cool air, opening them once again she noticed someone approaching.
“if anyone asks, i was hard at work studying my heart out when you saw me, got it?” she said pointing the pen she had been fiddling with at the newcomer.
the long walks were more of hugo’s physical therapist’s idea than his own. light exercise, promoting blood flow, medical jargon he hasn’t heard since med school, etc. he was originally quick to dismiss it (staying true to his stubborn nature), but he found that those hikes made his days a little more tolerable. even if he found himself ruminating in the aloneness of his thoughts, it was always nice to check in on all of the birds.
he wasn’t expecting to see someone he knew in the park that day, either, but the surprise was welcome. “my lips are sealed. i’ll let them know you had your hands full with ... whatever they’re teaching you guys these days.” he squinted, trying to get a good look at a few of the textbooks scattered around her. “what are they teaching you these days, anyway?”
open | @moorbrookestarters
location: his apartment/their apartment
Ryan was happy to help out a friend. He took an oath to help people and he always would, even on his day off. Right now he could be browsing houses but here he was, fixing up an injury that didn’t quite require a doctor’s office, but it was definitely more than a bandaid. “I don’t know how you manage to get yourself into this kinda shit.”
hugo laughed awkwardly, “i tend to blame my body and not my brain for these sorts of things.” all of his aches and pains typically meant he found himself getting into more common household accidents than most people he knew. it didn’t help that he was naturally clumsy to begin with; put him alone in a room with anything delicate and you end up with a recipe for disaster just like this one -- knees bloodied surrounded by tiny pieces of glass his joints are too fussy to let him pick up by himself. “i’m sorry to be a bother, but my sister is working and i know i’d step in all of that again if i didn’t get it picked up right away. i owe you one, don’t let me forget about it.”
location : seahorse cocktail bar, any time
open : @moorbrookestarters
“You know, I think my favorite part of this pina colada is that I get to go back to my home after I finish it and not just my vacation rental.” Molly said, taking another long sip. “I really can’t get over the fact that I live here now..” It had only been about three months now but the woman was still in disbelief that she got to wake up every day in this little slice of paradise.
“i don’t know if this would be my go-to idea for a vacation, but i guess i see where you’re coming from -- all of this ocean.” hugo gestured vaguely before taking a sip of his own drink, a subpar virgin cocktail so sweet it made him wince every time it hit his tongue. he’s sure he’d be enjoying himself more if he wasn’t playing the role of designated driver for his sister who, of course, was nowhere to be found. “i’m glad you’re enjoying yourself here, though. i’ve been here for two years and there are still places i’ve never been to before. that’s a rare thing to see.”
open | @moorbrookestarters
loc: outside fitness studio
Lupe had the door open as she was setting things up to keep air circulating. When she was about to lock up for the afternoon to see where she could hang up flyers, she completely neglected to watch where she was turning, slamming directly into someone, colored papers flying everywhere. “Noo,” she groaned, sitting back on the pavement. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” She looked defeated as she watched flyers glide in the wind.
hugo inhaled sharply, followed by a string of german expletives shortly after. it took him a moment to compose himself, but after a few deep breaths he was able to talk to the woman without flipping his lid. decades of psychiatry experience at work. “i’m alright -- i should be the one apologizing, really, i hadn’t been looking where i was going.” he did his best to collect the portion of the fliers that weren’t too far, returning quickly with a small handful of papers and an apologetic smile. “i think these might be salvageable?”
HUGO WEIDERMANN ( HE/HIM ) is a CIS MALE, THIRTY-SEVEN year old THERAPIST & PSYCHIATRIST who has been living in Moorbrooke for TWO YEARS. They were born on MARCH 5 and right now, they are currently residing in REDGRAVE GROVE. It has been said that they look suspiciously like MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose HEAVY BALLOON by FIONA APPLE. ( ox, 21+, cst, he/him )
❮ it grows relentless like the teeth of a rat
it's just got to keep on gnawing at me !! ❯
TW : ILLNESS, DRINKING MENT. !
full name : hugo weidermann.
nicknames : he actually hates most derivatives of his name. calling him ‘huey’ is a one way ticket to getting your number blocked.
pronouns : he/him.
age : thirty-seven.
date of birth : march 5, 1984.
zodiac : pisces.
gender : cis male.
sexuality : gay.
hometown : munich, germany.
current residence : redgrave grove.
languages spoken : german + english.
BIO !
—— hugo was born into a moderately wealthy family right in the middle of munich, germany. his parents pushed a lot of their #grindset on him and his baby sister. unfortunately for him, this meant a future of perfectionism and unrelenting gifted kid syndrome. he sacrificed a lot of his social needs for grades early in his life and after a while, it all became second nature. once in a blue moon he’d talk to his peers in scouting but he’d stutter, stumble over his words, and never quite found the right things to say. figuring himself a lost cause, he studied. he helped his mom with the garden. maybe occasionally played half life or duke nukem on the family computer. all of this dedication to perfection made him a shoe-in for harvard university, all the way over in the united states. his parents, father especially, encouraged the idea. that was all he needed to get himself on a plane to massachusetts. he was just glad his family could afford frequent flights back home, in case everything went to shit.
—— when he first landed, hugo thought he’d only be in the states for school, but he ended up liking it a lot more than he thought he would. after finishing school and taking up a residency in downtown boston, he moved to new york. he made a good amount of money, was able to keep in touch with the few friends he met in college, and even secured a few long term relationships along the way. he hit his thirties and finally felt that he reached a point of contentment. this ... didn’t last long.
—— right before he was able to buy his first house in the city he fell ill and, after seeing more doctors than he could count on both hands and feet, was diagnosed with lupus and rheumatoid arthritis. this wasn’t something he thought he was going to be able to handle by himself, so his sister came down from her home in germany to assist him with his daily needs. the two of them definitely couldn’t afford new york and medical bills on hugo’s salary alone, which led them to pack their bags and head to ( what his sister considered ) the next best option. moorbrooke, maine !! he wasn’t too stoked about this. he’d be leaving most of his support system behind and he knew absolutely nothing about the area, but his sister found a job there and it was a good place for him to start a private practice of his own. he’s still struggling over the loss of independence and the complete change from where he was in life before, but he’s coping ! after spending a lot of time inside and away from the people of moorbroke, he finally thinks he might be ready to actually make a life here. even if he wasn’t, his sister isn’t gonna move the two of them any time soon.
TIDBITS !
he’s a very nice dude and will totally engage with people, he just cannot bring himself to let his walls down. you really gotta know hugo well if you wanna have a conversation about anything serious without him deflecting the whole damn time.
his accent .... god rest his soul. he’s been living here for 20 years and sometimes people still need to take a second to understand him. especially when he drinks. two beers in and the man needs a translator.
speaking of drinking, he doesn’t do it often, and he can’t hold his liquor. i’d actually advise people to never give him alcohol. like, ever.
was on the rowing team in college. please don’t ask him about it. he’ll talk about it forever.
if it weren’t for his dog and his bees he’d be at rock bottom. outside of writing ( which i will get to in a jiffy ), beekeeping is his favorite hobby. ask him nicely and he might give you a jar of honey.
before coming down with lupus and RA he wrote two very boring books for psychiatrists and psychiatrists only. now that his focus has shifted away from his career a little bit, he’s in the middle of writing a poetry collection.
you will find this man at every bookstore in a 10 mile radius. he can’t be in the sun for too long so instead he likes to look at stuff he promises himself he won’t buy and then buys it anyway.
CONNECTIONS !
clients
he’s got fifteen clients on his caseload just to keep himself from losing his mind. he specializes in family, grief, trauma, and stress but doesn’t limit himself too much because of how small the town is. what i’m saying is : let hugo prescribe your characters drugs.
fellow beekeepers
he’s kept to himself a lot during his time in moorbrooke but his sister used to force him out at least some of the time. she drives him to beekeepers association events and conventions often enough, i would imagine it’d be a lot easier for him to talk to someone who shares the same niche hobby !! if your muse doesn’t keep bees, i’m always down for him to talk to some of the people who buy his honey at farmer’s markets.
former close friends
hugo met a lot of people ( particularly on harvard’s rowing team ) in college and during his stint in new york. i’m sure it’d be great for him to meet someone he knew up here because he’s honestly so tired of having to get used to new situations by himself.
flirtationship but hugo is oblivious the entire time
this guy is definitely the type to flirt with people on accident. i think it’d be really fuckin funny if he was flirting back and forth w someone he wasn’t consciously flirting with in the first place.
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listen the only thing i love playing out more slow burn self improvement and found family is romance. he’s been single since he was in new york and i think he deserves a little smooch. please dm me if your muse is also deserving of a little smooch.
etc, etc, etc !
there’s definitely more i want. i want everything you have to give me. however, if you’re in need of specifics, i would love to see : his doctors, people he can become friends with + let his walls down around, people he can teach german to, other authors, beta readers, and neighbors !
