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Keeping Busy || Charlotte & Kyle
Charlotte’s eyes were locked on the paper before her, worried that even though the words were right in front of her eyes somehow she would say the wrong thing.Â
"You have yet to run a claim on your father’s life insurance. I’ll  just need to confirm your information and then we can get you sorted."
She wondered if she should offer her condolences. Or would that be unprofessional? Not everyone had shut their parents out of their life and, though she couldn’t relate to the feeling personally, she knew that the death of a parent must be a difficult thing to cope with for other people.
"I’m… sorry for your loss."
Charlotte found herself adding it in awkwardly and then immediately regretted the move. That had probably sounded like an afterthought. Why couldn’t she just say the right thing at the right time?Â
Walking through the automatic sliding glass doors, Kyle found himself pacing back and forth in the parking lot listening to the woman speak. He had considered hanging up, but was caught off guard by the woman's hesitation. He stood at the other end of the line, hearing phones ringing, and the sound of fingers tapping at keyboards. Baffled by the voice's empathy, he found himself speechless - it was the first time he had received a call about the responsibilities he had to take on after his fathers death that wasn't brutal and to the point. A gust of wind gave life to the bushes and leaves around him as it brushed past his face, reminding him to speak.
"I, uh- I- You want to run what?"
Our pain is so rooted in our lopsided view of reality. Who ever got the idea that we could have pleasure without pain? It's promoted rather widely in this world, and we buy it. But pain and pleasure go together; they're inseparable. They can be celebrated. They are ordinary. Birth is painful and delightful. Death is painful and delightful. Everything that ends is also the beginning of something else. Pain is not a punishment; pleasure is not a reward.
Keeping Busy || Charlotte & Kyle
It was a painfully slow day. There were very few patients and it seemed that no one required much assistance. It was rare that there were days like this on the job, but they weren’t something Charlotte looked forward to. She hated siting idle. Work was a distraction, a distraction from all the relentless and obsessive introspection she seemed unable to help putting herself through constantly. Without anything to do she was only left with her thoughts and more often than not they were unpleasant and, frankly, a complete drag.Â
Which is why, when her supervisor came to the nurse’s station and asked if anyone wanted to lend a hand to Michelle in insurance, Charlotte jumped at the opportunity. Apparently things in that section of the hospital were not as mellow and the poor woman was swamped with phone calls that needed to be made by the end of the day. Charlotte had never really spoken with Michelle, but her coworker had always been polite and friendly enough.
She was even more so when Charlotte appeared in her office, gushing her thanks and looking completely frazzled. She gave Charlotte the basic run-down, assuring her that all she had to do was call the number and read off of the sheet. Talking on the phone had always been something Charlotte tried to avoid if at all possible. Having a conversation with someone in person was stressful enough, and still left her wondering if the person was annoyed or getting bored with her. Without being able to see their facial expressions, phone conversations left her even more in the dark and she hated that.Â
It was, however, better than doing nothing, and after a few phone calls her anxiety had died down quite a bit. Kyle Lennox was next on her list and she skimmed over the attached sheet on life insurance, making sure she fully understood, before she began dialing the number. Once he picked up she felt a flutter of nerves, but her voice remained even.
"Hello Mr. Lennox, my name is Charlotte. I’m calling on behalf of Inova Alexandria Hospital. Do you have a moment?”
“And that’s the last you spoke to your father?” she asked him. He simply nodded in response. He felt that words were unnecessary and having just shared so many words with the woman, a nod was sure to suffice. The woman glanced down at her watch and arched an eyebrow. It was the closest thing to emotion that Kyle had seen her express since they had started. “We’ve only got a few minutes left, Kyle. Would you like to elaborate on that any further?”
Surprise was evident on his face, he was certain. They had spent forty-some minutes teasing all the details out of him? He hadn’t really thought that it would take so long. It was something that he wanted to talk about so he had been more forthcoming with details than usual but apparently that wasn’t really a factor.
With a shake of his head, he replied. “No, not right now. Can we pick up there next time though?”
“Of course we can. You know that by now, surely?” Her tone was slightly questioning but he didn’t feel there was a question to be answered.
Kyle stood, gathering his belongings before heading towards the door. “Thank you, Dr. Dawson. Have a good day,” he said, pausing and turning to face her from the doorway.
She glanced up from the notes that she was jotting down. “You’re welcome. I hope your day is well, too.”
With that, he exited the office and made his way to the lobby. It wasn't until he was half way out of the building that he heard a sound that he loathed - his ringtone. It was never friends asking to hangout, because he didn't have any, and it was surely never any good news. The device that his generation had grown to love and adore, was nothing but a mere reminder of the harsh reality he was living in. But, having made as much progress as he did in his therapy session, Kyle had enough confidence to face that reality today.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?"
A playlist for the ill at ease, the troubled souls who carry burdens deeper than the sea and are looking to escape their pained minds, even if just for a while.
â–‡ â–‡ â–‡ AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION
i. Curtains (Dinnerdate Remix), Last Lynx
ii, Jubel, Klingandre
iii. Higher Love (C-ro Edit), James Vincent McMorrow
iv. Spirit Of Life, Blackmill
v. Youth (Alle Farben Remix), Daughter
vi. Feather On The Clyde (Stefan Biniak), Passenger
vii. Pumpin Blood (Franne Edit), NONONO
viii. All I Want (Manila Killa Remix), Dawn Golden
ix. Cherry, Ratatat
x. Fantasy, Alina Baraz & Galimatias
xi. Good Night My Love (Joachim Pastor Remix), Worakls
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Running before work was one of those rituals that Lex couldn’t live without.  Even when it was chilly she needed her morning run.  She decided to run along the river knowing that it would undoubtedly wake her up a little more than running through town would.  The morning air off the river had that effect on her.  It just woke her up enough so she wasn’t dragging all the way through work.  With everything that was happening in her life, the last thing she could afford was skipping out on work again.  Unfortunately, that had become a force of habit.
When she reached the marina, Lex continued to jog through it. Â She could hear some birds and felt the cool breeze off the river that seeped into her bones despite her hoodie. Â She pulled her sleeves down over her hands as she ran to keep the chill away from her fingers. Â Numb fingers would definitely make getting her work done that much more difficult. Â That would just cause problems.
Rounding a corner, Lex saw someone standing on the deck of one of the yachts.  It surprised her.  People weren’t usually on the boats this early in the morning.  It was a quiet and peaceful time.  That’s why she ran now and not after work.  It helped clear her mind from all the anxious thoughts that tended to eat her alive.  The air made it easier for her to breathe so she wouldn’t overthink all her problems until they became monstrous and all consuming.  It was good.
It wasn’t until she heard the man speak that she realized she had been standing there staring at him.  God knows how long she’d been there and it was rather embarrassing.  Shyly, Lex approached him and bit down on the inside of her cheek.  ”Sorry,” she murmured sheepishly as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.  ”I’m not used to seeing people around here at this time.  You just caught me by surprise.”
As the stranger took a step forward, Kyle timidly took a step back almost simultaneously. The listlessness he normally felt on mornings like this instantaneously vanished, and his attentiveness heightened profoundly. His eyes observantly followed the girls hand as she placed them into her pockets, and lingered there throughout her entire response. When his eyes met her face again, he guessed that his expression must have mirrored his discomfort, and after a couple of seconds of awkward silence, he had realized that he hadn't responded. "Oh!- Uhh-," a short, nervous chuckle escaped his lips, "Well- I, uh, I live here. Just getting the newspaper." Kyle held up the newspaper for a second, and ran his free, edgy hand through his bed hair, "What about you?"
"[automated voice] This message is for [pause] Kyle Lennox. [pause] This is an action to foreclose a Mortgage on real property in [pause] Portland, Oregon. [pause] All conditions precedent to the acceleration of this Mortgage notification, and to foreclosure the Mortgage have been fulfilled or have occurred. A payment has not been received in over [pause] 120 days, [pause] and the lender declares the full amount payable. If a payment is not received within the next [pause] 60 days, [pause] acceleration of the sums secured by this mortgage, foreclosure by judicial proceeding and possession of the real property can and will occur.
[Pause] Thank you."
Flipping a few times on the bed, Kyle cuddled into the pillows, trying to shield himself from the sunlight that was intruding through the translucent storm glass windows. Perking his brow, Kyle stared out the window at the harbor; it was a beautiful day, and through the silence, he could scarcely make out the sound of the tide settling. A loud buzz, coming from his cell phone, chased away the last remnants of his dream-like state and a sigh escaped his lips as lucidity established itself. Pushing the duvet off of him, Kyle sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching out his arms and releasing a weighted yawn before making his way through the cold, wooden floor toward the phone - another voicemail. Kyle tossed his phone back onto the counter, and navigated himself through the comic books and clothes that bulged out of his opened suitcases, grabbing a shirt along the way and wrestled to put it on as he crossed his kitchen, and had finally reached the back of the boat. Twisting the wand, the vertical blinds responded flooding the somber room with light and lucent hues. Squinting his eyes, Kyle pushed the sliding glass door open and walked out onto the stern, studying the marina. Taking another step forward, he felt plastic brush against his bare foot, and glanced down only to find a newspaper with two documents taped onto it. The first was a letter that read:
"Dear Tenant,
               Welcome to Potomac River Marina. We hope you will enjoy living here and wanted to take the time to explain a few of the responsibili-"
Kyle crumbled up the welcoming letter from his landlord, and moved on to the next document(x), skimming through it before folding it up and tucking it into the pocket of his sweatpants. Looking back up at the marina, he noticed someone staring at him, and raised a questioning eye brow. "Can- Can I help you?"
OOC — your name: Brandon your timezone: EST what character(s) do you play?: Kyle Lennox
IC — name: Gabriel Lennox (negotiable) age: 32 occupation: Stock Broker fc suggestions: Jake Abel (x) (negotiable)
short summary of the character:Â
Gabriel grew up watching the lights at the stock market. He watched them go up and down as businesses failed and prospered. Both his mother and father were big on buying stocks and selling them, and all he heard over the dinner table was buy low, and sell high. His parents were always wearing stuffy suits, and running around the house with a million things to do, but that was the life Gabriel was used to. His parents expected him to be as successful as they were, and Gabriel followed suit. By the time he was eighteen, Gabriel was working at a stock broker firm while simultaneously attending college. Gabriel’s life was filled with schedules, appointments, and most importantly buying and selling. There was little time left for him to have a social life or any sort of fun in his life. Gabriel never minded much, his parents were proud of him and that was all that mattered. In his own strange way, Gabriel was happy, but in his happiness he was stuck. He was living in a constant loop, and it seemed as though nothing could break him out of it.Â
It is the job of anyone involved in the stock market to watch the news and keep up on the trends. Every morning, Gabriel woke up in his flat and had breakfast by himself as he watched the news. When Gabriel was twenty one, the comfort he found in routine was abruptly broken, when he was awaken with news of his brother’s disappearance.
The rest is up to the Player.
Personality:
Gabriel is uptight and stuffy. He’s everything a business man should be: ambitious, intelligent, and reliable. Gabriel has never been in a relationship, he was always too busy to develop anything real with anyone. He’s a kind man, but he has trouble focusing on anything but work. The one thing that sets Gabriel apart from the others is his curiosity. Most of the men he worked with stayed on track, and kept to the path that would lead them to success, however, Gabriel saw possibility in the part of him he knew almost nothing about, and that is what brought him to Virginia.
relationship: Brother additional info:Â
Gabriel’s parents got a divorced during his brother’s absence, and Gabriel moved out with his mother. (Player can decide why, or can message me to discuss this)
Kyle Lennox â–ş 28 â–ş Author and Photographer â–ş Max Irons
Biography
Kyle Lennox always wanted to be a hero. After watching his first Superman movie, he was hooked on the idea of saving people’s lives and doing good in the world; Unfortunately, the world had different plans for him.
Luxury seemed to run in the veins of the Lennox family, with his mother being a powerful politician and his father being the author of a variety of compelling short stories. His older brother became the picturesque of what his parents painted him into, and Kyle didn’t have to deal with as much stress or obligations that is brother had weighed onto him. He was, however, inspired by his father and eagerly followed in his footsteps to become a writer. Unfortunately, the boy always found himself coming up short in his writings and wrestling with writers block, which formed a longing for experience. To ease his restlessness, his father took the boy out on his carver yacht, and they would pretend to be pirates, which was amusing to the boy, but didn’t do him justice. When his father’s attempts proved to be fruitless in inspiring creativity in the boy, he settled for buying his son comic books, and to his surprise, the boy fell in love with them, slipping into different realities each night.
Freshly into high school and halfway through junior year, a seventeen year old, Kyle, had started to become rebellious, leaving his potential at the door as he went out each night. Having always provided for their son and giving him an easy life, it upset both of his parents when Kyle began to do poorly in school, and started to portray his unorthodox behavior. It wasn’t until one night, when Kyle and his best friend shared several drinks at his favorite club, that they ended up in a heated argument, which resulted in Kyle having to walk home. Halfway to his house, he had realized that he was being followed, but by the time he had made this discovery, a van had pulled up next to him and two men in ski masks knocked him out and shoved him into the van.
 Three years had passed and the sun was shining bright over Portland. The search for Kyle had been dying down, and people were losing hope. But, by day, his distressed father continued to raise awareness of his son’s disappearance and made any advances he could, no matter how futile they proved to be; by night, his father had turned into a self-loathing alcoholic as a means of coping. It wasn’t until one drunken night, that the troubled father heard the door bell ring; Racing to the door, as he always did since his son’s disappearance, he opened the door only to find his battered son with blood stained clothes.
 Kyle refused to talk about what had happened or what he went through, and his father, although filled with questions, respected his son’s decision, realizing that having him back was a blessing in itself. To Kyle’s surprise, his mother had divorced his father and taken his older brother, as well as the majority of his money and belongings; and as time waved its merciless hand, Kyle’s drastic changes in behavior had slowly started to reveal themself. Kyle would refuse to speak, throw temper tantrums, and would spend most of his nights locked in his room. Worried, his father quickly placed the boy in therapy and a support group.
 After two years of extensive therapy and countless support group meetings, the boy had slowly broken into a former shell of himself, but still refused to speak of what had happened in his absence. Instead, he took his therapists advice and wrote down what he endured, how he had managed to escape, and everything he had felt in his time in captivity. One of the possessions, that his mother didn’t take from his father was the carver yacht, and his father had decided to put it to use by taking Kyle out on a fishing trip. Kyle found himself at peace when he was out at sea, feeling nothing but deep love and comfort when he was floating on the vast, wavering ocean, and this feeling helped him build up the courage to finally show his father his journal. His father cried and hugged his son, praising him for his progress and telling him how happy he was to have him back. The next words his father had told him where the most meaningful in his life -
             "You’re the hero of this story, kid."
As night fell upon them, Kyle asked his intoxicated father if they could spend the night sleeping on the boat, and head back in the morning. Nodding, his father dropped the anchor and staggered back into the cabin of the boat. The next morning, Kyle opened the door to the cabin only to see his comatose father laying on the bed, and after several attempts at waking him up, he had come to terms that his father had overdosed on alcohol. Shock settled in, and for the second time in his life, his world came crashing down before him.
Shortly after the death of his father, Kyle sought out a publishing company and published his journal under the name, Black & Blue, on behalf of his father. However, by the time the book hit the shelves, Kyle was already out at sea with nothing accompanying him but suitcases of clothes and comic books, steering the yacht, which he now named, Albatross, as far away from his hometown as he possibly could.
Additional Information
born and raised in Portland, Oregon
lives on a carver yacht
near death experience drove him to becoming an adrenaline junkie
Kyle is played by Brandon in EST.