sasha’s grin is playful at his defensiveness. her and eugene have always been seen as two sides of the same coin . they both can read other in ways that NO NORMAL SIBLINGS can . but somehow, they’re still completely different . the abuse they endured from their neglectful, angry mother only made eugene KIND and loyal . it only made him pure , and intelligent . it just goes to show . . sasha COULD HAVE ended up like him . then again, their mother always seemed to love eugene , in her own weird way. she never called EUGENE the devil . that must count for something, right ? then again, sasha preferred the slander to go to her anyways. SHE COULD DEAL WITH IT. eugene didn’t deserve to . he was good. great. if anybody was getting out of here, it was him with that mind of his. she just hoped he wouldn’t forget all about her, when he inevitably would make it. “ SURE YOU ARE. “ sasha says, pulling back into their conversation, sarcasm laced thick into her voice. “ maybe don’t leave your PORN UP on your laptop tonight though. it scarred me last time. “ she’s only half-joking. eugene pretends he’s fine, but really they both know he’s a ROMANTIC BOY. he doesn’t really do the one-night-stands to the extent that sasha does. she tries not to bring them back to their shoebox apartment, but REGRETTABLY eugene has had the displeasure of running into a few of them the next morning. “ AH, so you came to the bar to show off how smart you are . i’m sure everyone here is VERY IMPRESSED. like that guy .” she nods her head to a man lying on the bar table with his head down. he’s either asleep or KNOCKED OUT.
sasha admires her brother . they both know it . they both know that sasha would do anything in this rotten , awful world for him. her heart beats just for him . there’s nobody in this world that even comes close to the love that she holds for him . she knows they’re so different sometimes, but they still somehow WORK . they still rely on one another , even when she’s pulling him out of his comfort zone “ i have work in the morning too .” sasha shoots back . she often shows up hungover anyways. as he finally agrees , sasha’s grin is too big for her face. “ i’m going to buy you the BEST SHOT that nine-dollars can afford. “ she’s saying it gleefully , because eugene almost NEVER DRINKS. he’s straight edge . she knows they don’t need to be drunk together to have fun , but it would be a BONUS . she’s happily waving down the waiter, and cluttering down her coins messily. “ FOUR SHOTS ! tequila ! “ ignoring eugene’s comment of ‘ just one ‘ . as soon as its poured, she’s edging over to eugene , smacking a kiss onto his cheek, before clinking glasses together. “ CHEERS TO THE LANE’S. “
they are like chalk and cheese at times , and some have done a double take at the comment ‘ WE’RE TWINS . ‘ : not because of lack of similarities in how they look , but in lack of similarities in the way they hold themselves ⎯ because sasha is so sasha & eugene is so eugene ⎯ and what one lacks the other gains . sasha is built like a soldier : all armored body & switch - blade tongue , words like sharpened knives & an aura that could put medusa to shame . eugene is the wound on the battlefield : you will find no swords in his hand , no belligerence in his heart . she has always been his defender , and if he could profess even half the amount of strength she did on a daily basis , maybe he could have been hers too ; during the times where there mother saw red & targeted her only daughter instead of her son . maybe he could have protected her too . ❛ how many times do i have to tell you that the notebook isn’t pornographic ? i know you can sometimes get fuzzy on the definitions but , sasha . . . come on . ❜ he mostly dismisses her comment with a crinkle of his nose & a hmpf that signals defeat , because quite frankly he doesn’t want to be slandered in a public bar and he knows his own sister’s capabilities ⎯ she has too much dirt on him , and she’s too shameless for him to have a fighting chance ; and YEAH , maybe it happened once , but oh has he seen ( or heard . ) far worse comin’ from her side of the apartment . ❛ exactly . ❜ hues trail to the man she gestures to , out cold & drooping against the bar ( eugene would have been worried , but he’s certain he saw the man’s chest heave a second ago , or at the very least : he heard a snort , enough to signal life . ) ❛ he was so invested in my talk about thermodynamics that he conked out , it happens to the best of us . ❜ returning his gaze to sasha , he cocks his head , humor still tugging at his features and spilling out into his words , mixed into a half - laugh , half - scoff . ❛ you know i could have eaten you in the womb , but i didn’t , just sayin’ ━ ❜
in truth ? he doesn’t know what he would have done without her , without her being his pillar of strength , without her by his side in the type of life they were cursed with : he never had it as bad , never took the hit that their mother’s flames emitted as much as his sister did , but he still felt the heat . still remembers bowing his head & caving to the true bite to her bark ━ he thinks , if there is anyone in misty hollow who deserves a ticket to a better life , it is his sister ; and if he could pull the stars one by one from the sky to give her that , he would , no matter the burn . ❛ yeah , but ━ ❜ he begins , but she’s already yelling down the bartender for tequila and he’s swallowing back all the excuses , faltering to the laughter as she’s kissing his cheek & he’s trying to rub it away with his knuckles , in the brotherly way . ❛ to the lanes ⎯ or the ones who count . ❜ there’s more he wants to say , like : may we leave this life behind for better things ( TOGETHER . ) may you find happiness somewhere far from here , may we always find strength in each other ; but if he begins , he may never stop spilling into his own hands . so then he’s taking the shot & recoiling at the burn ; features crinkling in disgust as the glass clinks against the bar top . ❛ nasty , real nas ━ argh . ❜
contrary to his benevolent nature , eugene has never been much of a mingler , never been one to surf the crowds full of social confidence and collect a following of peers like many who stalked the halls of misty hollow high , in their youth ⎯ he is the follower : the one hidden furthest from the spotlight , closer to the corners & hidden among shadows ━ the softest voice in the room , the one with the tender hands & the one easily forgotten . he’s a naturally likeable person ( or he likes to think so . ) but his true connections are limited to a certain few he’s managed to call FRIEND over the years . laura taylor ? laura taylor is at the tip - top ⎯ he holds her at the highest degree , a best friend even , as young as that sounds . even today , when HOLLOW DINER is the target after a long shift involving a busted carburetor that turned into an entire day - job ⎯ old jeans still dusty from a day at the work - shop & cheek smudged with grease ⎯ the familiar blonde that enters soon after him is a welcome bonus . ❛ speak of the devil ! i was just about to text you ━ hey . ❜ he nudges her shoulder with his own in greeting , hiking a torn - up backpack weighted down with tools higher onto his shoulder as he gestures back behind him with his thumb , lips quirking in warm light - heartedness . ❛ milkshakes ? come on , i know you wanna say yes . ❜
Open hands are out of season.
These days, everyone I know
talks about coming at their hearts
with their fists.
I try to talk about myself that way:
violence and timbre,
teeth to pink underbelly,
all ache in a skin suit.
Bravado is a bad look on me–
the fabric doesn’t hang right.
I only bark at the things that scare me;
I was born to be a soft, bruising thing.
Like a fresh peach.
No turn of phrase could
suit me for the battlefield. Not when
the hunger I feel is less fire,
more symphony.
My heart hums like the thrall
of a cello.
It sings
and sings
and softens.
sasha doesn’t have to look over to know her twin is scrunching his eyebrows together, forehead crinkled, and giving somebody an APOLOGETIC LOOK on her behalf. she lets out a soft sigh, but doesn’t bite. she never can when it comes to eugene . not really. he knows her better then she knows herself sometimes. she glances over at him from down the bar. in any space, at any time , sasha knows where eugene is and what he’s doing. call it a TWIN THING. his presence is always known by her . acutely so. “ don’t get uncomfortable just because i’m a beautiful woman COMFORTABLE with her sexuality . when was the last time YOU got laid ? “ she shoots back, even though she doesn’t really want to know the answer either. she’d be EQUALLY as disgusted. her lips quirk up into an unwilling smile. eugene makes her smile. effortlessly. it’s because he’s her other damn half. “ did you really bring a god damn textbook to a bar ? REALLY, gene ? “ sasha groans right back, and it sounds uncharacteristically similar to that groan he just let out a few moments ago. she scoffs at his mention of pub brawls. a common occurrence from her, resulting in gene having to bail her out more times then she’d care to admit. “ so long as nobody gets in my fucking face, there won’t be anything to brawl over. “ she says, as if it’s that easy. as if she isn’t a SHORT FUSE of anger and hostility ready to be let off at any given second. “ come have a shot with me , instead of sitting over there like a loner. “ it’s said FONDLY, however.
it’s true what they say about twins : there’s a very specific bond that just can’t be compared to anything else ━ and in the case of the lane siblings ? it’s even more so , with parents who spare no scraps of love for their children and a trailer park home that felt cold . THEY ONLY HAD EACH OTHER : so it’s a twin thing , borderline telepathic ━ like the feeling you get when you know you’ve forgotten something as you walk out the door or a truly wicked sixth sense . ( it’s downright FREAKY at times , he’ll admit . sasha lane seems to be able to read his mind at times ; but he guesses that’s what happens when you’ve been around each other since before birth . ) he scoffs . ❛ i’m doing just fine in that department , thank you very much . ❜ eh , no need to dwell on it ━ he glances down at the book’s cover and then back at her , downright appalled by the undertone of the comment . ❛ you know what ? nothing wrong with enhancing your intellectual abilities in a place where so many braincells are lost ━ just remember that when you move on to downing . . . lemon drops or whatever . ❜ this is just playful banter , sibling mockery at it’s finest ; he would never , not in this life or the next , judge his sister . in his eyes , she can do no wrong : most of the time . amusement tugs at his lips , the usual mellowed smile spreading wide . ❛ that’s a very low bar . ❜ he’d be more concerned for the one who got in her face , who sparked the flame that ignited sasha lane from head to toe . eugene has seen his sister at her peak , and ━ pity the fools who thought she was an easy target . ❛ i have work in the morning . ❜ that’s better than the excuse that was hovering on his tongue : i’m fine , i just had a diet soda & i wanna’ go watch the terminator . he begins to make a low sound of uncertainty , because where she is all waywardness , he is all soft discipline , but he pauses , ponders it : because there’s a heaviness in the air that is hard to ignore , and MAYBE it was needed . ❛ alright , one shot ━ ❜
“ IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR A SHOULDER TO CRY ON , or somebody to comfort you . . i’m not your girl. “ sasha cuts across as she sits at the bar, staring ahead. the news of a LITTLE BOY’S DEATH still rings in her mind. sasha may be cruel, and harsh, and RUINATION . but she isn’t as heartless as she pretends to be. SHE FEELS a bit too much sometimes . she just doesn’t know how to deal with OTHER PEOPLE’S EMOTIONS. and she never will . “ if you need a quick fuck or a drink . . that’s more my speed . “ it’s said roughly, but truthful, as she doesn’t even chance the person before her a glance. instead, she gestures to the bartender for SHOTS . so many shots . she can’t keep track of how much she’s had to drink. alcohol is good on any night . but especially nights like THIS . sasha usually isn’t one for company , either . but . again. tonight feels DIFFERENT.
❛ ever the sentimentalist , sash . ❜ he doesn’t dare peer up towards whatever poor soul had been met with his sister’s scrutiny , but a silent apology is visible across his averted features nonetheless ━ he loves his sibling , but SOMETIMES . . . well , she had a certain way of dealing with people , and it didn’t involve sugar - coating . he’s seated several bar stools up , but still remains within ear - shot will he awaits payment for the fixture of a busted kegerator . ( his good ear at -least unfortunately . ) and yes , that means he’s eavesdropping , but only selectively , only until he hears something he wish he hadn’t ; he cringes beneath the words he catches , palms pressing into the sides of his face as he groans . ❛ oh no , please ━ not another word or i’ll have to bleach my brain when i get home . ❜ the book in his lap ( the fundamentals of fluid mechanics , light - reading . ) is snapped shut , warm hues eyeing the . . . what number was it now ? the second ? the second round of shots , as he raises a brow . he tries to give her space , let her do her own thing ; his sister does not need baby - sitting , but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry , that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care . ❛ remember , no pub brawls , we don’t have the money to bail you out if you get busted . ❜ it’s said in his usual light - heartedness , but there’s a hint of concern , a hint of : JUST BE CAREFUL .
“seriously.. i’m not kidding.” they muttered, checks flushed pink in anger. “the cops are out here giving people fuckin’ parking tickets when it’d be in their best fucking interest to go and.. maybe.. i don’t know, look for a fucking murderer?”
❛ i mean , ❜ his brow furrows in deep thought , firm lines appearing across his crown ━ he gets it , he does : people want answers , they want justice for an innocent life ; but he also gets how important maintaining order & normalcy is to keep a community from spiraling . ❛ there’s not much they can do if they don’t have leads , i guess ? ❜
oliver’s therapist told him that he needed to engage in small talk more. he didn’t understand why, he thought his small group of close acquaintances and the few people he could call friends was enough — apparently not. she told him that it’d be good for him to talk to more people he didn’t know, and what better place to do that then his place of work ?? talking there already scared the SHIT out of him because he thought one misstep would be the end for him, but he’d FEEL terrible if he had to tell her that he didn’t do his therapy homework for the week. might as well GET IT OUT OF THE WAY. ‘ i’ve seen a lot of … occult books here. more than what i feel like is normal, ’ oliver said as he checked out someone’s books. he probably sounded like he was being held at gunpoint, but he continued, ‘ i feel like i could start a bookclub, because they’re fun to read, but i don’t think i know too many people who’d be interested. ’
misty hollow library & even bookstore , has become a hot - spot for eugene lane : whether for some peace of mind or a distraction , he preferred books to beers & black - outs . although , he can’t say he’s ever been one for the OCCULT . sure , he’s thought about it : some things just can’t be explained and others are easy to believe . misty hollow is infamous for those hushed whispers of whodunit gossip & far - fetched theories that hits straight to the subconscious when you’re alone , so eugene would be lying through his teeth if he hadn’t given it some thought these past few weeks , with everything that has happened . that’s the thing about the arcane , it begs to be acknowledged , begs to be known . ❛ that’s the misty hollow specialty : nothing is really normal ━ i heard a woman swear she saw bigfoot just the other day . ❜ he places his collection of books on the counter , his weekend entertainment : a couple of murder mysteries , and spanish for dummies ! shoulders lifting into a nonchalant shrug & features brightening with keenness . ❛ honestly ? it would be a hit around here ━ i’d be interested , so you already have at least one person lined up . ❜
she’d woken up in a sweating frenzy, body jolting into a seated position as she attempted to regulate her breathing back into a state that allowed for the intake of oxygen like a normal, functioning human being. nightmares were a recurring matter in her routine, an event mallory was obliged to get used to — she’d been forced to endure worst things in life, so it was nothing she couldn’t handle. which wasn’t to say they were always easy to shake off, a chilling feeling in her bones accompanying her throughout the rest of the day … and then news broke. of henry fritz’s body. it made sense now, the tightness around her throat, the eerie sensation that something bad was about to happen. “hey …” quietly calling out to the person sitting by the counter, the blonde looks over her shoulder to make sure her boss wasn’t watching. “next round is on the house. i think we’re all needing some liquid courage, aye?”
a body found in the midst of reeves & weeds , near that old abandoned logging mill : no one wanted that to be the grim ending of henry fitz , no one wanted that case closed in such a way , filled to the brim with grief & MACABRE — gene didn’t know the boy personally , but even he can feel the heaviness in his chest at the news , even he goes in search of something to numb the woe that has settled across the town of misty hollow like eerie fog . ❛ really ? ❜ fingers clasped around a glass that was supposed to be his last ( one and done , that’s his preferred motto . ) he leans forward in his stool , following suit in keeping his tone low ; although he doesn’t say it , he figures people will need something a lot stronger than liquid courage to get through this : when tensions run high & people grow insane with paranoia . ❛ you’re not gonna’ get docked for that , right ? ❜
⌠ aubrey joseph. cismale. he/him. ⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only eugene lane. though, around here they’re known as the obsequious. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty two year old mechanic kinda has a reputation of being self - critical and acquiescent. but y’know, they can be magnanimous and conscientious too. typical aries. anyways, welcome home and stay safe gene ! ❞
let’s rock & roll buckerOOS here is a v long intro bc i got rlly ! excited ! abt this rp ! i’m nae ( twenty , she /her , acst / from good ol’ australia ! ) and i’ll be playing eugene lane , whom you can learn more abt below !
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.
full name : eugene anthony lane .
nickname / alias : gene .
age : twenty two .
gender / pronouns : cismale , he / him .
sexual / romantic orientation : bisexual / biromantic .
hometown : born & raised in misty hollow , connecticut , babey !
occupation : mechanic .
could be compared to : grizz visser from the society , monty green from the 100 , rio from money heist .
𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.
eugene lane : you’re born in a run - down trailer , broken blinds & shattered kitchenware . born to two parents , one of which is nothing but an absent shadow in your life , and another who carries an edge like knives ━ you’re born on the wrong side of the tracks , but you’re not born there alone . you’re sister is born several minutes before you , and she will stand steadfast by your side throughout every up and down , she will always be there to be your pillar of strength , and that is more than enough love to survive on ━ you are brought up rough , and not just in that busted up trailer park : you blend into the back of classrooms to avoid all the sneers & pestering , but teachers see you , they remember who you are . they say you’ve got a decent brain in that head of yours , something valuable , something to be harnessed into greatness . they say all your opportunities are waiting for you just around the bend ━ it’s a nice dream , although you fail to see your own potential . for now , you have your gadgets & odd science experiments , selling exam answers & reports to students under the bleachers promising A’s , and that’s enough .
the household is a tense one , and your mom & sister fight A LOT : your mom is intolerable and cruel , and your sister is a spitfire that is easily ignited & not easily extinguished ━ you do your best to keep out of your mother’s vengeful path , even if it means looking away when your sister needs you most , even if it means cowering . you are not a fighter , you do not raise your fists or your tone : you prefer the road less bound for conflict , to speak softer & use gentler palms . your father , when he’s around , has said this is weakness : too passive , too eager , but gene can’t see a fault in being kinder than most .
highschool graduation is a sigh of relief , no longer hassled & tormented by peers that you tried and tried to gain respect from . BUT NOW WHAT ? you are at the very bottom of the food - chain , and you have been brought up with nothing but the tendency to only see your faults ━ somehow , you’re offered apprenticeship at a local automobile mechanic in exchange for free labor ━ not ideal when you’re seeking to pull your own weight in that new apartment with your sister that neither can really afford . but you make it work , you take up odd jobs wherever you can find them : drip ‘n dry laundromat , the hollow diner , even your very own from home computer repair business that never really takes off , but it pulls enough to get by until you can navigate your way under a hood , enough to say : THIS IS ALL ME , eugene lane did this ! and that is enough .
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .
first and foremost .... he Baby ..... GOD he really does have a big heart !!!! cares abt people a HECK ton !!! everything he does is for his sister + those he loves / befriends !!!
v self critical of himself tho like ... he’s constantly doubting himself and his ability's even though !!!! he’s v smart !!! if u ever need help with anything techy , he’s ur man !
loves his job ... sm ... he fuckin LOVES tinkering with stuff . although he’s really only been an official automobile mechanic for abt a year or so ?? will flip out over cars tho .. he’ll ramble ALL DAY abt his opinions on different manufacturers .
he gives off grandpa vibes ... he hardly curses & he’s in bed by 9 ... yes he watches soap operas in his spare time , and what abt it .
will Never snap back at anyone EVER . he will 100 % always back down from confrontation . the only time he has ever stepped ! tf ! up ! was when he was in his late teens & he ... lost oop . he got rlly badly injured ( permanent hearing loss in his right ear . )
strangely tho ?? he is weirdly CALM abt all this murder stuff . he’ll be like ‘ yeah that’s kinda Freaky , huh ’ but then 5 mins later he’ll be out Walkin’ down dark alley’s or taking in hitch - hikers : /
but he’s also this vine when it comes to anything Creepy
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 .
gonna get my homies mood rings so i know when they need a hug : bad boys bad boys .. . whatcha gonna’ do .. . whatcha gonna do when they come 4 u .... i want a BROTP for him !! YESTERDAY !! bonus points if it’s like a dumb boy band squa d
u was my fuckin’ cinnamon apple : ok i’m kinda’ picturing that .... on / off type relationship ?? they are constantly a are they / aren’t they situation bc one second they’re all over each other and the next they refuse 2 speak to each other .
a strictly platonic gal pal : just a gal that he is genuinely friends with ?? not to get my nerdy pants on but ..... hermione granger / harry potter type deal ?? pls he needs it ... I NEED IT
break his heart i dare u : he’s such a sentimentalist that he grows attached to ppl v quickly so mayb it was first just a fling ?? or mayb a highschool crush gone wrong ?? maybe he’s CURRENTLY crushing on them and they’re gonna’ try and let him down easy BUT
a GIRLFRIEND / BOYFRIEND ?? : just gonna throw it out there ... bc who knows ! he’d be a good boyfriend ... he would open doors 4 u & giv u ..... all his undevoted love and undivided attention ALWAYS .
a bad influence : gene is a goody goody , so this person would probably be pushin him outside his comfort zone ?? ━ maybe they’ve manipulated him in a way ?? got him to do their bidding ?? or mayb he’s just followin them around & tryin’ to keep up w / their shenanigans ??
let’s tell each other secrets , ill go first ... i Hat e u : kinda picturing someone he clashed with in highschool ?? but mayb even someone who just gives him a hard time OR MAYB the person he fought with that last tim e ??
and literally anything else !! pls plot with me ... i lo v e u
What’s this? Grizz gave it to me. “Even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair and against our will, comes wisdom by the awful grace of God.” Wow. I didn’t know Grizz was such a good writer. It’s Aeschylus.
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