eric henderson

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lunaturners​:

“Fuck.” Luna muttered as she tried to catch her breath. Luna had to throw her head just slightly back to be able to get a good look at him. Sure she was pretty short, yet her height wasn’t something she had ever been bothered by, but whenever she stood next someone as tall as him she was reminded was a little too short for her age. In her defense though, he was perhaps the tallest guy in the academy. 

“My friend, Samara.” She said with a straight face, as if it was obvious. “We meet every day for brunch. Sometimes she lets me go inside her house but she has separation anxiety so she gets a little agressive whenever I try to leave.” Truly she wondered if the Retreat could look anymore like a place right out of a horror movie, the well itself looked the one from the Ring. 

    Jumpy people were guilty people. Or that’s what Eric imagined his friends would say before sneering, thumping shoulders and giving Luna Hell just for existing. Eric, however, away from his friends was quite peaceful. He just liked being outdoors and wished there was more to do around here than accidentally scaring people.

    Smiling when she came up with a weird story, he nodded, accepting it. “Kind of a nice name for a well spirit.” He told her, “I was thinking, I mean obviously, like the Grudge or something. You must be pretty lucky.”

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francismont​:

@ba-central​

Francis had absolutely no ambition to live in a cabin in the woods, not even a house in the Hamptons was very appealing to him. He liked the safety of hundreds of bodies in hundreds of houses all crammed within a five mile radius. How was he supposed to leave a lasting impression on campus in his senior year when he wasn’t even living on campus? Classes were one thing but sleeping there and living there was a different plane of existence, and now it was stolen from him. His hopes that they would be returning soon were slipping away with every little comment he heard from his peers. They seemed to be settling in.

Frankie had absolutely no desire to do such a thing. He had unpacked very little when they had arrived. Now, as he approached the bonfire he caught sight of something sitting in a tree. It seemed to be some sort of animal but he wasn’t familiar. He stood and stared at it, completely enamoured. “That is by far the ugliest thing I have ever seen in my entire life.”

    Having muscles apparently auto-awarded heavy lifting duties around the Retreat and to be honest, Eric wasn’t too mad about it. He preferred gathering firewood and shifting weird, old furniture around the cabins at the request of staff and peers than having a hand in clean-up duty or something. So, as he broke up kindling with his bare hands and sneakers, he glanced up at Frankie’s prior comment.

    “Bit of a harsh thing to say about Sister Michael,” He joked, glancing at the old woman in turn who was sitting by the budding bonfire, either withstanding the afternoon sunlight or pretending she was elsewhere sipping a Margarita or something. Both faces looked the same to Eric, sure she came out of the womb old and annoyed from the start.

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lunaturners​:

On second thought, perhaps wandering into the woods upon hours of arriving at the Retreat wasn’t the best of ideas. Luna hadn’t even bothered to ask around who she would be sharing rooms with, she simply dropped her things, made her bunk look somewhat to what her room at the academy looked like and called it a day. She wasn’t good with change and when her grandmother had recovered enough for her to go back to the academy she wasn’t expecting to come back to this. It was already bad enough that she had missed almost four months of her last year, but coming back to find they were moving them into middle of nowhere? Yeah, she was having a hard time adjusting.

For the past twenty minutes Luna had been walking around without really paying attention to the directions she was taking, therefor, she hand’t paid attention to which path she was supposed to take to go back to the cabins. It hadn’t really struck her that she was lost until she managed to circle the well for the thrid time. Luna sighed and leaned on her elbows on the walls of the well, she propped her head in to get a good look inside, it went further down than she would’ve imagined. She softly hummed a melody to see if the well would return it back to her, and in no time the melody echoed back to her. 

At the very bottom she could spot her distorted reflection on the water, it wasn’t much of a reflection as it was a shadow she was casting due to the sun. Luna was ready to try and find her way back to the cabins when another shadow joined in next to hers. It she hadn’t covered her mouth she would’ve screamed, instead what came out was an agitated gasp. “Jesus fucking christ! What the— you don’t do that to people!” She said turning to face them. 

    Honestly, Eric hadn’t meant to scare her. He didn’t really mean to do half the shit he did to people, he just did it, then had to think about it later wondering if he should have done better. Still, it didn’t help when you were six foot something insane and was as thick as a giant corn dog. He towered over people a lot, which could be a great threatening presence in the right atmosphere, he supposed. It was also why he knew a lot of girls talked to him sometimes. Freakishly tall or not, everybody needed a hand with getting something from high places at some point or another. 

    “My bad.” He popped the word in his mouth in something kind of sing-song, relaxing back from the well and smirking down at Luna a little. “You looked pretty invested. Though there might have been something down there.” He told her, “What’re you expecting to come out of there, exactly?”

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nikolasbelmcnt​:

Finding someplace that wasn’t utterly surrounded proved a feat. Niko almost thought the only way he’d get any time alone was if he walked into the lake and didn’t look back — but that was more of his plan B, if anything. He hadn’t gotten the urge yet to commit any rash acts, though that wasn’t to say they were off the table with the near-constant headache he could feel pressed against his temples since he had arrived. The fresh air should’ve done him some good, but it appeared his peers were hellbent on testing the little patience he had left. And what was worse, was that they hadn’t really done anything to warrant such a visceral reaction from him, but this school had a way in making him feel like he was under constant scrutiny, just the way he felt at home. It was a far cry from what he experienced while there, but at least he could go anyplace else to avoid being home. 

He was stuck here. There was no escape from the watchful eyes of their caretakers. — And God, depending on which deluded person you asked. 

So, when he did find a spot that seemingly no one had found yet, he had brought his book, a pair of sunglasses, and his smokes and set himself up to read until the sun set past the horizon. For only one blissful half hour did he enjoy an uninterrupted time alone, but the sounds of branches snapping underneath someone’s weight alerted him to another’s presence. He pushed himself up from where he relaxed against the trunk of a tree and looked to the other accusingly, saying, “Is there no place else you can go to do whatever the hell you’re going to do?” He paused a moment to look at them and said, “What are you doing?”

    The problem with being stuck out in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do for boys like Eric was that boredom wasn’t a tool, it was a straight-up hazard. Buzzing with the need to do something, anything, he scrolled through his phone before remembering that the Internet didn’t work and opened a textbook before he remembered he was about as invested in his studies right now as the next normal teenager. So, instead, he took to his peers for entertainment, asking around some old flings to see if any of them felt like hooking up to pass the time or something. Be it his soft smile or his overall sincere attitude, Eric didn’t often find that girls said no to him a lot, not that he liked to boast about it. But when he did, he should have probably expected to have been stood up. Karma was a bitch, and all that, after all.

    Bumbling around the bushes, looking for any hint of that girl Tessa G. or whatever her name was, he finally gave up looking. Especially when the closest thing to physical contact he could actually find was Belmont, BA’s very own punk cynic and definitely not Eric’s type.

    “Uh, playing a mad game of hide a seek, ‘cept I don’t think my player wants to be found.” He explained, though momentarily got frustrated because what was it to Niko anyway. Shaking his head, Eric sighed. “For real? You’re reading? What is this, a camp for the geriatric?”

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ecllas​:

Ella wasn’t totally sold on the cabins. She loved the idea of being out in the woods, delving into the trees for winding walks with her notebook and a bomb-ass writing playlist. But the romantic allure of the greenery and scent of soil faded when she had to return to a cramped bunk room with five brand new mosquito bites and no internet to download the audible release of Little Women. Her opinion, however, had shifted the moment she’d seen a white and black circled tail vanishing into the depths beneath her cabin. “Oh my god.” She’d already yanked her backpack off her shoulders, shoving her way through a contained catastrophe of math assignments, paperback books, and an array of gel-colored pens for the emergency snack living at the bottom of the bag. Probably a few months old, deformed from having melted, reformed, and melted again, Ella’s fingers were sticky with chocolate as soon as she peeled back the wrapper. She gave little heed to the inconvenience, dropping to her knees and holding the bar out. A token of friendship. The school might have disallowed pets in the dorms, but how could they argue with nature. The raccoon would be their mascot. Wendy and Harlan would love it. And Ella could already hear Kat shrieking. It wasn’t a tiktok of a cute cow with a flower crown, but in Ella’s opinion, it was infinitely better.

“pstpstpst.” It was the same sound Ella made when trying to summon the stray cats that would occasionally wander through Broadripple’s campus. She gave the protein bar what she hoped would be a tantalizing wave. She gave little heed to the twigs crunching behind her, far too focused on the mission at hand to be distracted. “There’s a raccoon,” she whispered, squinting into the dark pit beneath the cabin.

    It was kind of unfair. Actually, it was super unfair that just a chunk of the seniors and juniors had to haul ass out of comfort to the middle of nowhere with nothing to do while the rest got to stay behind, but who was complaining? Not Eric. Not out loud, anyway. As long as he could still get back to school for a swim practice here and there, and maybe sneak a hot shower and a jerk off in after, he was good. Bonfires sounded dope, anyway. Or the ones the boys kept talking about having after hours when the sister’s retired. They still hadn’t found a good spot in the woods yet, most of it being weirdly damp for the season, and either too deep in nobody would find their way back or just not secluded enough. But anyway, he was prepared. Or preparing, hence the armfuls of snacks and supplies he’d loaded up with, figuring there was no gas station too close by or convenience store to satisfy him even just for the weekend.

    He’d been on his way to his cabin to stash it all when he’d caught sight of Dawson on the ground, her knees in the dirt, arm wedged under the paneling of the cabin porch. He liked Ella, she was as cute to look at as she was to talk to, and he couldn’t say he didn’t mind seeing her in a swimsuit every week. Still, he tried to keep his thoughts PG as she bent over and reached for... whatever it was she was reaching for.

    “Ah. Explains the, uh... stance.” He gestured at her, “Thought maybe you were just trying to lure out the Grudge or something. I heard one of the juniors earlier saying there’s something over in the well, so... figured we were going full Camp Horror.” He watched Ella a little longer before laughing, “You seriously think he’ll go for that? How long’s it been in your bag for, you don’t think giving him sloppy seconds might piss him off?”

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[winonariyder]

—Perfect Places, Lorde

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ohcndrea‌:

maybe it was because she wasn’t on the swim team that had been booted from the pool, but she wasn’t especially bothered by the whole mini search. no, she’d justed moseyed on down when she heard someone say they just saw sister michael sprinting. she’d pictured a naruto run and hadn’t been able to help herself. on tip toes she tried to see through cloudy glass and into the pool, only a little bummed that she couldn’t see really anything except foggy blobs of colour. 

with a sigh she dropped down from her toes, nodding in agreement at eric’s sentiment as she turned. “ yeah, you can’t even see anything in there, what’s the point of the glass at all? ” she said with a wave of her hand, knowing that what sucked wasn’t that her spying was unsuccessful but taking the opportunity to voice her disappointment anyway. she leaned against the wall opposite him as he spoke, listening with head tilting a little to one side. “ seriously? who? ” she questioned, completely amused that this was someone’s idea of a prank. if she had to guess, she’d say dylan. or at least one of his merry band of dingbats.

Eric looked up and watched as Andrea kept trying to peek into the pool room, using all might on the balls of her feet to add height to her frame, and he smiled a little to himself in amusement. At least she was here, no offense to the rest of his team. But she didn’t have to be and the fact she was hanging around just made him grateful for somebody normal to talk to.

“To taunt the nosey.” He told her casually with a raise of his eyebrows, elbow resting on his knee. Of course, she was the nosey he was talking about but he meant it harmlessly. 

“No idea.” He lied swiftly, but not easily, because he did know. He’d heard a group of BBC kids organizing the prank a few nights ago in the showers, of all places. They’d talked about classroom vents, air ducts, and even the headmaster’s office at one point before one of the seniors had pitched in how dumb of an idea that would be if any of them got caught. So here they were... locked out of the pool, all for some second-best prank that inevitably, would achieve nothing. Now, Eric wasn’t the brains behind any nuclear BBC plans, he was as wooly as the sheep came. Call it being a wise senior who had seen some shit, or just being smarter than your average jock, but Eric knew when he saw a crappy prank and when he saw a good one. “Hey, cross country is about to start up again, huh? I was thinking I might try out this year. Especially if I’m going to spend mornings sitting here like an idiot instead of actually practicing. Because a guy has needs.” He chuckled; meaning physical activity. Eric loved his practice, it helped him channel all the energy he had dealing with Alex and his family, and any other BBC Bullshit that popped up. “Plus, it would probably be good... to have... you know... someone around who knows...” He trod lightly, carefully. With a lot of open ambiguity that he knew Andrea of all people would understand. “Just in case, you know?”

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nicodigiovanni‌:

Come on! Really? Now Nico was not against some shenanigans and definitely, the confusion had prompted more than a few chuckles from the seventeen years old. Yet, swim practice was pretty much sacred business for the young man.

Not only he enjoyed the sport and needed it for an athletic scholarship, but there was also the satisfaction of finally beating Damian’s time a few sessions before. Yep every occasion was good to rub that in, not too openly of course, but well… One more step toward replacing Fitzgerald.

So yeah, this forced interruption sucked hard. 

Himself, not unlike Eric, sat with his back against the wall, waiting for any news, God he fucking hated wasting his time like that. 

“Yep, I wish we can find out who’s the asshole.” He furrowed his brows. He smiled though as he thought about what he might do for sweet revenge. 

“I mean, the guy deserves being hanged by the balls… ” He grinned, maybe he could repeat his stunt with Kit at the barn party, hanged on a pole and getting a wedgie at the same time it was a masterful stroke. Well his roomie eventually left the school and Ella pretty much dumped Nico after that, but the teenage boy hadn’t managed to connect the two facts together anyway so, yeah fun times.

“Don’t think we are going to start anytime soon by the way…”

Eric gave the junior a small side-glance, wondering if Nico had overheard the same conversations he had a few days ago when some of the junior BBC boys had been attempting to arrange the prank. If he hadn’t though, Eric wasn’t about to name and shame, he wasn’t that kind of guy. He was the kind of guy who hung back in the flanks and showed up but mostly was only involved by association. Alex Spencer’s right-hand man, if you will, simply out of childhood loyalty.

Hung by the balls? “Jeez, tell us how you really feel.” Eric snorted a small laugh, too tired at this time in the morning to be sitting around and doing nothing. “Simmer Di Giovanni, it’s just a stupid prank. Soon enough they’ll figure out theres nothing there, we’ll probably get a make-up day.” Or he hoped, anyway.

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alcxandersays‌:

“Never say never, Hendo, it could always be worse,” Alexander mused philosophically, flipping the hockey stick skilfully in the palm of his hand as he did so. He never did take responsibility for Eric’s shoulder, he’d blamed it on the teenager’s long limbs. Eric had a good few inches on Alex, much like Damian did and though he never admitted to it out loud, he didn’t like it much. Instead of expressing that, however, he blamed weak joints for Eric’s injuries and made his height out to be somewhat of a curse. 

“Nah,” he dismissed the claim casually, “I don’t believe in shitty days, just shitty people fucking with good ones,” he corrected, it was a little more positively angled than his previous statement and the male was flip-flopping between optimistic and cynical as quickly as he was firing hockey balls into the net. “What about you? Your roommate try to suck your dick yet?” he spoke off the cuff without truly putting any thought into what he was saying, simply speaking in vulgarities for the sake of doing so, “Wait- who are you rooming with again? I don’t think I even saw- it’s a fuckin’ full-time job trying to build an immunity against fa-” he stopped himself, reminded that he was trying his darn best not to use the f-word anymore, “Loser disease,” he opted for instead, using his hockey stick to childishly stab at a divot in the ground. “-He’s a total narc but I think I’ve made my stance pretty clear and if even thinks about tattling on me, I’ll pull him inside out,” he had made his decision on his dorky roommate and that was that.

Despite what pristine vision some underprivileged kids had of them, Eric, like Alex, and any other teen with a dowry to their name knew just how much worse things could actually be. It might not have been normal fall-backs like an F on a Spanish exam, or not enough money in the account to pay for those concert tickets you wanted, but for Eric, there was always a much worse option. Especially when he was wrapped up in the likes of Spencer and his chaotic antics. Never a dull moment, the saying went. Yeah, well, whoever invented that phrase had no idea.

Eric gave a side-nod, teeth grit and eyes glancing away as if to say; fair enough. Alex was made up of glossy duck feathers, Eric swore because everything that seemed to come at him only rolled off him like he was untouchable. Must have been nice, Eric found himself wondering a hundred times a day. “Has yours?” He snorted, folding thick arms in amusement at the question before shaking his head. “I’m paired with Fredrick, your mini hustler.” A BBC brawler, in other words, so not a terrible arrangement Eric had found. At least it was one less thing Eric had to keep a secret about. 

Listening to the threat, Eric remained stoic but accepted the fate of whoever was under Alex’s tyranny this week. “Your dorm mate?” He questioned, “I think you’ll be fine. The staff seem pretty involved in getting the new kids settled in, there’s no need to keep their eyes on you. Besides, the blackout’s old news and the new season starts up in like, a week.”

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eric henderson; INSTAGRAM 2018-2019

[erinderson]

ERIC HENDERSON [ ROSS BUTLER ] is a SENIOR at Broadripple Academy. He is EIGHTEEN years old, from BOSTON, MA and has been at Broadripple Academy for 4 years.

QUICK STATS

Name: Eric Lee Henderson. Nicknames: TBD. School house: Melleray. Age: Eighteen. Birthday: 18th October 2000. Zodiac: Libra. Gender: Male, He-Him. Language(s): English, Chinese. Birth Place: Boston, MA. Religion: N/A. Aspiration: Undecided. Health Disablities: N/A. Distinguishing Marks: Thicc arms ay. Drug Use: No. Alcohol Use: Yes. Do They Smoke: No.

TRAITS

✔ Sensitive, Generous, & Easy-Going.

✖ Cowardly, Indecisive, & Foolish.

ABOUT/PERSONALITY

Eric has grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth basically. He grew up around the Spencer, McKay & Fitzgerald family, all families of wealth in the Boston area, and part of their cliquey little community. His family was very well received and otherwise normal in the social circle...

Until his mom decided this past summer to cheat on his dad with a woman and has now moved out of home to live with that woman, confusing the frick out of Eric and what he’s supposed to think of his mom. Who he was like... super getting along with the best he ever had recently until this happened. Carpet yeeted from under his emotions basically. Now he’s all confused because hes a teenager and needs somebody else to think for him apparently, and is struggling to like, deal with it all.

He’s a BBC boy, though, but only really because he’s best friends with Alex Spencer, king of the BBC. They go way back, talk about childhood trauma 🤙

Eric is meaty but a sweety, he’s got a very poor taste in friends. Most of his friends are jocks and assholes in the BBC, so Eric gets lumped in with them when he’s actually Pretty Nice™ when not surrounded by testosterone. No shut up I’m not copying Zach Dempsey you’re copying.

Swimming is his jam. Damian, we’re coming for u.

OOC INFORMATION

kellie // 25 // she/her // aest

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class schedule

Algebra

American History

Literature Analysis

Theology Of The Body

Biology

Physical Education/Health

electives & activities

Psychology

Entrepreneurial skills

Animal Shelter Volunteer

sports

Swimming ( Member )

Lacrosse ( Goalie )

clubs

Broadripple Boy’s Club ( Member )