It's Samuel, darlings! I may as well see what this is all about. I'll read you a tarot card if you want.
If you're going to ask if you can take a ride on the wheelchair the answer is no.
The school is haunted, someone probably died down in the hole and I WILL prove it.
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(An oc blog :3)
(All art me or other people have done of him here!)
(The 7000 fcking word sam/lucky fic here)
(Canon character relationship chart and other info under the cut, longer written out story here)
• His father is an investment manager and and his mother is an art dealer, old money, ancestry plantation owner type things
• He's southern! Georgian, imagine him speaking in a light polite southern accent.
• He calls everyone darling. Literally everyone. This does piss off a lot of boys.
• Only child, his parents didn't have time to raise another one with all his medical issues. A lot of his childhood was spent in hospitals.
• in contrast he's now experiencing way more freedom than he's ever had before. 'Coddled upbringing' to 'parents living in a different state'. He isn't sure what to do with himself half the time.
• His aunt is a weird witchy type and she absolutely spoils her nephew which led to his fascination with the macabre.
• His father is an alumni of Bullworth, is a cousin to the Ogilvies, and has connections with the Harringtons, as any good rich suckup does, so Samuel being enrolled was never a question.
• He's very sweet and willing to give most people a chance. He tries a little too hard to be nice to people, honestly, to try and vault over the automatic assumptions people make when they see his mobility aids.
• On that note, he has a non-specified genetic muscular dystrophy disorder that affects his legs and his shoulders primarily. He has trouble supporting his own weight so he has forearm crutches and a wheelchair for days when it's too painful to walk at all. He's fairly clumsy and bruises like a peach and that mixed with the lack of accessibility on campus means he's usually banged up at least a little. The heavy door to the math classroom is his arch nemesis and the cause of the nose bandage most of the time.
• he daydreams about being a model but knows logically that theres no way he'd get enough jobs to make it a career. He expects he'll probably take over his mother's art dealership but he keeps daydreaming and sending his favorite designers emails about potential accessible clothing lines.
*Above head* //What other occult things are you into?//
((Sam is grinning and beaming bc he FOUND A GHOST GUYS AND HES COOL!!!))
Other than talking to you, darling? I dabble in Tarot, a bit in crystals. I know they're probably just silly, but they make me feel better, you know? They probably won't fix whatever is wrong with me but it can't hurt to say that they're calming.
Hallo freund, I am Greta Dessauer! I have just recently moved to Bullworth. What can you tell me about this school?
@gretadessauer
Welcome to Bullworth, darling! I’ll do my best to give you a proper picture of the place before you get swept up in it.
Bullworth Academy is… well, it's structured on paper, but socially it runs more on cliques than anything else. You’ll hear a lot of labels thrown around—preppies, greasers, jocks, nerds, and a few others who don’t fit neatly anywhere. Most people sort themselves into those groups whether they mean to or not. It’s not as dramatic as it sounds all the time, but it does shape how people treat each other.
Academically, it’s fairly demanding if you stay on top of it. Teachers range from strict to indifferent, depending on the day and the subject. The real trick is learning which expectations actually matter and which ones you can quietly ignore without consequence.
Socially… you’ll want to keep your wits about you. Bullworth can be friendly if you’re careful with who you trust, but it can also be a bit sharp around the edges. People test each other here.
If you’re looking for safer ground at first, the library and some of the quieter clubs tend to be less chaotic. And if you ever find yourself overwhelmed, there are a few of us who try to keep things civil where we can.
If you need help settling in or just want a familiar face, look around for me. It’s always easier adjusting when you’re not doing it alone.💙
Before anyone assumes I've been dragged into the spirit realm, I promise I'm still alive.
Life got a bit busy, my health decided it wanted attention, and I've been spending more time resting than staring at my screen.
Anyways, I'm back now. Please update me on every bit of gossip, every poor life decision, and most importantly whether anyone has finally found a ghost willing to pay rent.
Hey hot rod how do you feel about that creep @kezkilljoy ? Yall both like the spooky stuff but he’s…eh
You know who this is from also fr what to know how’d they interact/how Sam feels about Kieran bc they have overlapping interests but almost completely different personalities
He's a little bit too much, I think, darling... He doesn't seem to like me either.
Or maybe his whole thing is just insulting people? I don't care for that, so I try to avoid him. I offered to get him new shoes the other day and he reacted like I was telling him it was a personal failure.
Not that its that hard to avoid him, though, we run in pretty different circles. He's smart but I don't think he's applying himself that much, either.
I saw that thing get fully rammed by a lorry earlier and it just got up and walked off. That thing is going to decimate the local population of probably every other animal and people.
D'you suppose a tranquilizer dart would even do anything? Proper fucked up.
Think if I collect enough disciplinary reports they'll just catapult me back to London? I've always got that as an option if it starts showin' up in the halls.
Ended up losing a good voice recorder in a stupid warehouse out in New Coventry... definitely can't reach it on my own, terrified i'm about to have to ask a greaser for help going to get it...
I mean I could just go buy another one but what if this one caught something :(
Darling I do so adore you and you can come hang around whenever I go on hunts, but you would have to crawl urbex style down a catwalk in an abandoned factory to get it... its very dirty in here.