Adore You

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When: December 7th, Fable’s birthday

Where: Around town 

Status: Open 

Triggers: Drunken Fable

For: @moorbrookestarters​

“I’m not that uptight.” She spoke after taking a sip of her drink. “I can have fun. I always do.” Fable said as she looked at the person in front of her before rolling her eyes. “What more would you request me to do? I’m only growing older. Time doesn’t rewind.” 

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Trigger Warning - Parents Death, Anger, Self Hatred, Depression. 

LAWSON KINGSLEY ( HE/HIM ) is a MALE, TWENTY SIX year old FOOTBALL COACH AT THE HIGHSCHOOL who has been living in Moorbrooke for HIS WHOLE LIFE. They were born on OCTOBER 31ST and right now, they are currently residing in MAPLE COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like BRANDON FLYNN and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose HEAT OF THE MOMENT by ASIA.

✘ Statistics ✘

Name: Lawson Dream Kingsley 

Age: Twenty Six 

Birthday: October 31st, 1996

Sign: Scorpio 

Hometown: Moorbrooke, Maine

Sexuality: Homosexual

Occupation: Football Coach for the High School

Hobbies: Playing guitar, Soccer, Working Out, Rock Climbing, Boxing 

Tattoos: None 

Piercings: Ears 

Likes: Football, Anything Sports Related, Rock Music 

Dislikes: Mushrooms, Greasy Food, Large Bodies of Water

✘ Biography ✘

Lawson Dream Kingsley, the first and only born to Nancy and Ryan Kingsley. Born on October thirty first, in nineteen ninety six his parents were over joyed out of the false pretense that they couldn’t have a single child. Being the blessing for up above, according to his parents, he was a dream come true, one they had hoped for what seemed like a life time. Hence, why he was adorned with the middle name Dream. 

At the mere age of ten Lawson knew he was different than other boys his age. Not once liking girls, or quite understanding the hype others gave them. He tended to like looking at the pictures of Tom Cruise from Top Gun, or Johnny Depp from the movie Nightmare on Elm Street. 

When he was sixteen, that very fateful night of his birthday, his parents met their demise on their way home from letting Lawson take them for a ride in his brand new car that was gifted to him by them. Taking a turn too sharp he ran off the road and down into a ravine. Having passed out after the impact he was out of school for months, coming back to earth from the tragic accident he was told that his parents, the ones that cared deeply for him from the time of his birth had passed because of his mistake. 

Processing it all was not easy, the anger that course through Lawson’s bones as he began to hate himself for his parents death. He was lucky enough that his mother’s brother took ward of him and let him remain where he was. That was the year he took up football and boxing. Taking all the self hatred and anger out on tackling others or beating up a punching bag or a person in the ring. 

When he was nineteen Lawson wanted to leave Moorbrooke, but couldn’t seem to do so. Sticking around he decided to go to school to study the art of coaching an actual team. He felt it was a passion of his since he seemed to do that when he was the captain of the football team back in high school. 

Now Lawson is twenty six and still remembers everything. The loss. The grief and how celebrating his birthday wasn’t something that he could do. The day meant so much more to him then just the day he was born. 

✘ Wanted Connections ✘

Lawson’s first boyfriend - Open 

Lawson’s friends - Open & Open & Open & Open 

Lawson’s person - Someone that he opens up to about everything - Open 

Drinking buddies - Open & Open 

Lawson’s crushes - Open & Open 

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Trigger Warning - Self Image Issues & Abandonment & Jail Mention

FABLE EVERMORE ( SHE/HER ) is a FEMALE, TWENTY FIVE year old WRITER who has been living in Moorbrooke for FIVE YEARS. They were born on DECEMBER 7TH and right now, they are currently residing in ELMSETT GREEN. It has been said that they look suspiciously like NATALIA DYER and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose WONDERFUL TONIGHT by ERIC CLAPTON. 

✘ Statistics ✘

Name: Fable Sawyer Evermore 

Age: Twenty Five

Birthday: December, 7th, 1995

Sign: Sagittarius 

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York 

Sexuality: Straight 

Occupation: Writing

Hobbies: Dancing, Taking long walks alone, Baking cakes

Tattoos: A book (right hip) & The quote “If Today Was A Fairytale” (left wrist) 

 Piercings: Ears & Nose (Hoop Or A Stud) 

Likes: Books, Boys, Talking, Bunnies, Taylor Swift 

Dislikes: Snakes, The Word Hate, Violence

✘ Biography ✘

Fable Sawyer Evermore was the only child born to two of the most wealthy people in Brooklyn, New York. Being born on July first landed the girl in the Cancer category, which was quite fitting because she was chill and at peace with the world. 

Growing up Fable was one to shy away from causing any trouble. She was far from perfect, but she had flaws like mostly everyone, however that didn’t mean that her parents treated her like one of the most special and dearest things in their lives. In fact it was rather the opposite. 

At the age of four the young girl had picked up her first book. Sitting down in her fathers office she began to read and fell in love with a world beyond the one she lived in. Ever since then Fable loved fairytales, consuming the knowledge of fiction and nonfiction of Princesses and Queens. Wishing she could be like the leading females in her books she began to dream of becoming everything they were. 

At the age of thirteen was when Fable was left alone by her parents. Having been so consumed in their work, they began to travel with their business to other states and countries for days. Always having a family friend come in and check on her, the young girl never felt more alone and unloved without the attention a child was supposed to receive from their parents. 

Sixteen was the age Fable was granted with a cell phone and a loaded amex card to take care of herself when her parents went away for weeks on end. Throwing her own party that year was her first and last act of rebellion. She had to spend a weekend in jail due to her poor choice of friends trashing her house with empty bottles of booze that weren’t even her own, and the police raided the party hauling her off in cuffs. Her parents didn’t get home until that Monday, and it had showed her they had a lack of care for their only daughter. 

When Fable became a senior in high school, she was seventeen. Excelling in all the expectations she had. Balancing being the president of the student body, the number one student rank, head cheerleader, and lead writer of her school paper, she had it all. One thing about Fable was she was untouchable, and able to balance all her extracurriculars while still living in her own fairytale world.

Dating the same guy all throughout middle school and high school Fable got engaged at the age of nineteen. Everything about the relationship was seemingly perfect. The course of years without arguments, without being hurt wasn’t something that she had expected. Every dream she had about the perfect fairytale ending was proved to be false for her leading her to end the engagement a few months before her picture perfect wedding. 

Arriving in Moorbrooke by the time she turned twenty she believed that it was a place she belonged and a place that she could cloak herself from some of her past life. Becoming a writer before the time she arrived, her first fairytale romance “A walk along the water” hit the selves and became a hit best seller. 

✘ Wanted Connections ✘

Her first hookup - Since Fable was a committed person for the years she was in the relationship from her ex fiance, this would take occur after. 

Her friends - Fantine, Open, & Open. 

Drinking Pals - Open & Open. 

Her first love interest in Moorbrooke - Open. 

Someone she writes about - Open & Open. 

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prettycnes​:

“it would appear i’ve been stood up.” merely needing to say it out loud, to finally admit it after an hour of waiting, a soft chuckle escaping from his lips. it really was just his luck. his sister setting him up with some guy after bran has dated in a decade. “would you want to join me? i could use the company. just for a drink or two.”

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Lawson turned as he heard the words and chuckled softly. Looking at Bran he shrugged his shoulders. “Seems like you’re not the only one. I was supposed to met with this guy from tinder two hours ago.” He stated as he furrowed his brows together. “If you let me cover the drinks, I don’t see why not.” 

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“it would appear i’ve been stood up.” merely needing to say it out loud, to finally admit it after an hour of waiting, a soft chuckle escaping from his lips. it really was just his luck. his sister setting him up with some guy after bran has dated in a decade. “would you want to join me? i could use the company. just for a drink or two.”

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Fable was in her own world. Perhaps she was out of the world as her eyes seemingly focused on the words that she read leading to her to escape what was fact and what was fiction. Being pulled from her thoughts she looked up for a moment to look at the guy and laughed softly. “So now you want me to service you by going for drinks? Is a glass of wine involved?” She asked as she turned back to the book, marking the page she was on. “I think I could spear a minute or two.” She replied with a small shy smile. 

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real-laxbro​:

CONNOR KELLY (OPEN)

WHERE: The Beach

WHEN: Today, Late afternoon

WHO: Anyone ( @moorbrookestarters​)

Even when it was colder, Connor didn’t mind spending time on the beach. He swapped swim trunks and sandals for sweaters. Kind of that “Martha’s-Vineyard-Meets-the-Kennedys” kind of look. Typically, he would find himself alone on days like this. However, whenever he caught sight of another person, he’d merely smile. If they wanted to chat, who was he to turn them down?

Lawson sat perched on his towel as he held the notebook of plays for the high school football team. Groaning frustrated at not being able to figure out a new play to coach his team to victory with, he shot up from his spot with a football that remained by his side. “Hey, you there.” He spoke as he looked at Connor. “Go long.” He said as he got in his stance ready to throw the ball.