oscar faraday. 33. owner of pageturner. five years and counting. foster runaway. avid reader. My body is a cage, we take what we're given,
just because you've forgotten that don't mean you're forgiven
It was a beautiful and hot day out so when Julian gave her his perfected puppy dog eyes when asking to go to the park, Cassandra couldn’t refuse. It was a good excuse to take their corgi Prince out to work his little legs so after packing a bag with drinks and snacks she took her son and dog out to expend some of their energy.
While she had her eyes on Julian helping another kid on the monkey bars, Prince started eagerly barking as he began to tug Cassie a little bit backward. They didn’t get too far of course, but she looked over at the person Prince was attempting to happily pounce on and gave them an apologetic smile as she did her best to calm him down. “Sorry about him! I promise he isn’t trying to bite you, he just really loves making friends.”
“Ahh, so this corgi does have a name after all.” Oscar was on his haunches the moment Prince came bounding towards him, nose already eager for the treats that he knew the man was carrying. “Easy there, boy. Here you go, good boy!” He tossed the dog a biscuit, watching him leap away on tiny legs to his treat. Getting up, he shook his head. “I’m tellin’ you, I kept seeing him around town, and I just thought he was maybe...a stray? Which in hindsight was...stupid of me. To think, I mean.”
[HENRY GOLDING] — you see [OSCAR FARADAY] there? yeah, they’re [THE ISOLATO] and they’ve lived in Havenport for [FIVE YEARS]. [HE] is [HONEST] & [PRAGMATIC], even though most people think they’re [STOIC] & [RUDE]. (ooc: mousse, gmt+2, she/hers)
hi hello it’s me mousse, and this my grump of a son, Oscar! more of an introduction under the cut!
So, Oscar didn’t grow up in Havenport. He actually grew up in Fayetteville, NC. More accurately, he was conceived and left to fend for himself, till Child Services got involved.
He grew up in the foster system, being passed around from home to home because of various conflicts; mostly stemming from the fact that Oscar was a difficult child to care for. He was moody and passive, had issues with his temper and overall, he was a certified Mess of a kid.
The one thing he has always loved is books. Books were the only people who seemed to understand Oscar, and he devoured them as soon as he got his hands on them. To be lost in a book is to find himself, he would say.
It was at the age of 12, that he found himself being fostered by a kind, older couple, the Faradays. They owned a little bookstore in town, had recently lost their kids to adulthood, and were looking for a helper and a surrogate son to love. And Oscar seemed to find himself at home with them. The bookstore had become his safe place, and as the months went on, Mister Faraday would let the kid work behind the counter and lock up after hours.
At 14, he had been adopted by the Faradays, becoming their legal son and heir.
At 23, after finishing community college in Fayetteville, Oscar had to come to face his one and true fear; the fear of loss. Something he had never felt before, he didn’t even realise that he had someone to lose, and that was Missus Faraday, and her lifelong battle with chronic pain and debilitating illnesses. And when she passed, the man realised that he did in fact have a heart.
Being left with a sizeable inheritance, Oscar moved as far away from Fayetteville, hoping to leave North Carolina in particular. But a pitstop in a local beach town, the FOR SALE sign on the door of an old store, and somehow...it had become five years, and Oscar now owned Pageturner.
It’s his baby, his pet project, and with all the time he gives the store, you would wish he would give it to anyone else.
For all that it’s worth, Oscar just doesn’t have the patience for small talk and beating around bushes. To him, words are precious and he doesn’t like wasting them on just anything.
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