WHERE: Quick Fix
WITH: Anyone/Open @hidehillstart
NOTES: Ledger is up to his neck in cars to fix and is a bit grumpy when your muse enters the shop.
The bell on the door of the mechanic shop wasn’t exactly Ledger’s favorite thing. He’d barely put it up a week ago and he was already contemplating taking it down as the sound of a ringing bell every time the wind simply blew the door slightly was giving him a headache. Or at least he liked to blame the bell on the door and not the fact he’s running on two pots of black coffee and a package of peanut butter crackers, that certainly wasn’t the case at all. But when there was work to do - and working for a mechanic there was always work to do - sometimes doing the bare minimum to care for yourself was better than nothing. He was on a board and had slid himself under a car, trying his best to fix the car that had been here nearly a month when he heard the bell on the door ding again. A slight groan escaped his lips as he inhaled, not moving from his spot under the car. “We’re closed..” he joked, though he was sure his tone of voice didn’t say that. Scooting himself out from underneath the car and sitting up a little straighter he looked at the other, nodding his head in a quick ‘hey’ response. “Whatcha got?” he asked, standing up and wiping his hands with a blue cloth before moving towards the check out counter.
“Just wondering if that light bar ever came in for ol’ Judy out there,” Luke motioned with his head towards the truck parked out front. “Hope you weren’t workin’ too hard under there, but by the looks of it, seems like you’re the only one workin’,” he added as he took a glance around the shop. “You’d think y’all might hire another hand or two in here with all the business you get.”
Open to everyone @hidehillstart
Location: Fig Beach
“The weather is beautiful today” Ari smiled at the other as she tied her hair back into a bun. She began to rummage through the bag to find her sunscreen, grabbing the bottle from the bag and eventually squirting a small blob onto her hand. “You okay?” She asked as she rubbed a patch into her. “Can I get some help?” She smiled holding out the bottle to the person. “Unfortunately I’m not as flexible as I’d like to be and I can’t reach all of my back.” She smiled softly. Arianna lived off of her parents money so she often came to the beach to pass some time. She found it to be relaxing, most of the time the beach was quiet and only had a few people on when she was there.
“Isn’t it considered a bit cliché to ask someone for help rubbing sunscreen on?” This wasn’t exactly how Luke had pictured he’d enjoy his day off, but it could be worse. He’d often retreat to Fig Beach when he felt like doing a bit of fly fishing, it was a nice change of scenery from the lake. Usually, no one bothered him. However, today seemed to be the exception. It was probably because he was lounging in the sand instead of up trying to reel in a catch. “Gonna return the favor?”
✦ DREW VAN ACKER, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ✦ LUKE CALLAWAY the THIRTY-FIVE year old is often seen driving his RED DODGE RAM blasting HOTEL CALIFORNIA BY THE EAGLES. Whispers on the streets are that the ASSISTANT FARM MANAGER AT CALLAWAY FARMS who lives in HAGFIELD is said to be CHARMING and IRRITABLE but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.
in character information.
Character Name: Luke Callaway
Age: 35
Birthday: June 6th
Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male, He/His
Faceclaim: Drew Van Acker
Occupation: Assistant Farm Manager at Callaway Farms
Neighborhood: Hagfield
Birth Place: Nashville, TN
How long they’ve been in Hillhide: 35 years
biography.
triggers: Death, Drugs, Alcohol, Abuse
Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouths, and some are not. For Luke Callaway, it was the latter. Born and raised in Nashville, Luke’s life was anything but glamourous or easy. He had to fight for himself the moment he opened his eyes. You see, Luke’s parents were barely adults themselves, not to mention the strong addiction to drugs and whatever else they could get their hands on, so when it came to caring for Luke, he got the bare minimum. All throughout his childhood he witnessed his father turning to alcohol, abusing his mother, which in turn led his mother to abusing substances - all while Luke, unable to process what was happening in his home, started acting out in school and his neighborhood. A troublemaker, people called him, bound to end up just like his father.
It wasn’t until his years in high school did his grandparents see past his rough and tough exterior and decided to take Luke in. And if you were to ask Luke about the decision to move in with them today he’d say that that decision alone saved his life. Working on his grandparent’s farm taught the teenager that there was more to life than what he was previous living. Luke took up fishing, plowing fields, and looking after the well-being of the small amount of livestock on the farm. For once, Luke saw a future for himself that didn’t involve going down the same road as his parents.
In his early twenties Luke met the love of his life, Kristin Fox. The two met one summer while Luke happened to fishing off the pier at Hove Lake, his buddies daring him to go ask the girl out on a date thinking she’d never give Luke the time of day. One year later and the couple was walking down the aisle, eager to start their new life together. As the years went by, Luke worked his way up to becoming assistant manager of the farm. He had gained his grandparents trust and respect.
When the couple turned twenty-eight, they found out they were expecting. Nothing could wipe the smile from Luke’s face as he planned and prepared for a new family, except for the night that turned his world upside down. It was the end of November, and Kristin and Luke were working late at the farm trying to catch up on all the seasonal chores. Growing tired and aching from being on her feet all day, Luke insisted that Kristin go home early and try to relax. He wanted what was best for his wife and the baby, after all. If only he had let her stay another twenty minutes, just twenty more minutes, Kristin could have avoided that drunk driver who ran the stop sign, resulting in the death of her and their unborn child. Luke’s world has never been the same.
Presently, Luke still works on the farm, and he still struggles with the guilt and loss on a daily basis. He can’t let himself be happy, and feels as though if he moves on completely from Kristin and the baby that it’s almost as if he’s betraying them. Slowly, through therapy, he’s realizing that his late wife wouldn’t want him to wallow around Hidehill, he’s worked too hard to get where he is today.
