“Ew,” her tone reeking of boredom and simplicity. “People go to an abandoned church, to have sex?” Just disgusting, an old run down, probably haunted at this rate church? But then again, since coming to Broadripple, there’s been surprise after surprise, much to her dismay.
“Poor chastity club, I guess those posters and spreading the good word isn’t enough to stop some people,” and boy were those posters urging teens not to have sex everywhere, they really needed to step their game up. “Sort of, I was also looking for my exit when I plan my big elaborate escape from this place, and to tell my Uber where to back when it comes to take me back to Manhattan, and I can’t climb a fence. So, may the opening rest in peace.” She expressed, at this point who knows, the idea didn’t even seem far fetched anymore, she’d leave her brother behind to deal with this place on his own in a heartbeat. “Why are you here?”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s what Catholicism meant when they said ‘Christ will cum again.’“ he jokes, moving his head around to see if he can catch a glimpse of the abandoned chapel in the distance (to no avail). “But to each their own. Some people are into handcuffs and others want to get dirty in a church. As the great philosopher Miley Cyrus once said, ‘Only God can judge us.’”
“It’s pretty dumb, but they’re just trying to spread what their parents taught them and crap.” she shrugs meekly, not knowing if he was trying to defend them or not. Sawyer thought chastity club was a tumor onto Broadripple campus until him and Izzy became friends-- not that they really spoke anymore. “Manhattan?” he grins, “Can I take a guess? Greenwich Village or one of the Uppers near Central Park.” Sawyer may be from Brooklyn, but he’s spent many drunk (and usually sweaty) nights stumbling around the island with his friends. He may be wrong, but she still gave off those vibes. “A breakout? Niceee. Well, I’ll have you know that many have tried and many have failed. You look like you have moxie though, I’m sure you’ll at least get to hmmm.” He squints in the distance, “To the gas station before the nuns reel you back in. That’s still pretty good for a newbie who doesn’t know Nighmore though. Once you actually learn enough about how to get the hell out of here, by that time you’ll probably not wanna leave.”
Sawyer looks back at her, waving the lighter he had in his hand. “What? A guy can’t smoke around here?”
Okay, so Chris is like, super bored. There’s only so much hanging around he can do on higher ground till he’s begging for something else to take his interest. And today, it’s looking to be this dude. Whoever he is. Heading towards the fences. Chris keeps his eyes on the guy and follows along, scaling and hopping across from place to place until he can drop down, like bird shit out of the sky, ready to to be someone’s nasty surprise. He makes it a game, stalking the dude, but eventually he’s found. No doubt because he gets careless about where he steps when he has to move slow and like, not 10 feet above the ground. Stupid twigs.
“What’s Lorehill?” Chris asks, stepping out from the corner he’s hiding behind. That question is basically an invitation for him to like, hang out, right? “And people at this place know what sex is?” He questions further, completely serious. He’s under the impression that students here think it’s too scandalous to even consider or something like that. That babies come from storks and the word ‘orgasm’ isn’t even in their vocabulary. “I didn’t even know there was an opening, man. Kinda sucks now that you mention it. Kinda wanna get out into those woods. Looks way more fun than anything on this side of the fence.”
When Chris jumps from the sky, Sawyer is pretty sure he’s about to watch this kid shatter his ankles. He’s quite impressed when Chris doesn’t instantly scream in pain once his feet his the ground. “How the hell did you get up there?” he asked, thinking that this meaty kid might be some sort of Nighmore vigilante. Sawyer wouldn’t mind it though. If someone was running around in spandex kicking the rangers in the teeth for telling them not to smoke on school grounds then he’d be okay with it.
“The woods?” he laughed, pointing into the direction of the forest that seemed to stretch on forever and who’s trees looked more like tall humanoid stalking the ground the darker and darker it would get outside. It was weird to know of anyone around here who didn’t know of the woods. “It’s where everyone goes to party and smoke-- or well they used to before that bunny stuff happened.” he explains. At Chris’ questions, Sawyer finally gets that he’s new and definitely isn’t some local public school kid.
“What’s sex?” Sawyer asks, feigning obliviousness. Maybe it’s not nice to fuck with the new kid, but it’s all in good fun. “I don’t know what that is. Sounds like fun though. You should show me some time.” He looked past the chainlink and into Lorehill. “I’m guessing you’re not afraid of that bear stuff?” Or shattering his fucking ankle apparently.
“Actually,” No, the short answer was no, but Dylan was too busy putting the conversation on hold to type out a quick message into his cell to continue. His brain couldn’t function with more than one task at hand, so he had to reply to the message first so he didn’t forget before he looked up and meandered closer to Sawyer. “Just wondering if you’ve seen this chick around? Supposed to be meeting up after classes, I’ll fucking kill myself if it’s a catfish, though.” He shows the boy his screen then after pulling the girl’s profile up, waving off a casual glimpse of her display picture. “Solid, right? I mean, like, I know her. Kind of. But I also fucked around with her friend at the Barn party so like, it could be a revenge meet-up too, I don’t know.”
Sawyer waited for Dylan to finish typing in his phone. He’d probably have been less patient due to his ever shortening attention span if it weren’t for some grasshopper his eye fixated on as it hopped by the other dude’s feet. “Lemme see?” Taking the phone from his hands, Sawyer pretended to push up glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Um yeah that’s my fucking girlfriend.” Sawyer scowled at Dylan before dropping the facade after a second, laughing and playfully smacking the other guy’s arm as he handed the phone back. “Nah, I’m just fucking with you. I haven’t seen her. She’s real cute though.” He leaned against the fence, crossing his arm and chucking. “If a catfish makes you want to kill yourself then I’d hate to see what happens when more pressing inconveniences come your way.” Sawyer whistled as he had a thought, “You could always call the friend and have a threeway?”
mostly empty backpack slung over one shoulder and a jacket hung over one arm, andrea hadn’t had any need to leave the school secretly for the past week or however long they’d been back. only leaving during permitted hours and then only getting snacks or coffee from nighmore anyway. she didn’t need to sneak to do that. but unfortunately, the day had finally come where she had to. booze stash had run out at last and usually she’d ask jay if he had anything, or if he could get her something. but that was kind of ruined when she wasn’t talking to him and hadn’t talked to him in what now felt like months, not weeks. longer when she really thought about it, which she did a lot.
but she had her own fake i.d. now, she could do it all on her own. she was surprised to see someone just standing by the fence hole, glancing over her shoulder as she approached to make sure he hadn’t already drawn unwanted attention. and then sawyer spoke. and she looked closer at the fence, finally noticing the hole had been fixed. “ oh you’re kidding me, ” she mumbled, throwing her head back with a sigh. “ a bear was never gonna fit through that hole, so definitely the fucking. ” she concluded, looking back down to the patched hole now that she stood beside him. “ i was gonna go through it, ” she admitted, proving how in her own world she’d been.
“Andrea, are you fat shaming the wildlife of Nighmore?” he joked, a grin curling up as he placed a hand on his heart, “As a respectable member of the Women of Broadripple, don’t you think you should be promoting body positivity to women and bears? It’s a shame. Does Faith teach you all nothing during those meetings?”
Sawyer took a beat to look beyond the fence, then to their surroundings on the campus side, then back to Drea. “You want a boost?” he offered, shrugging at her since she didn’t seem to have many other options. It seemed like a rarity for the rangers not to be around these days, so if they weren’t in sight then it was a small window of opportunity that they had. “Why are you trying to go through anyway? Are you going to apologize to the bear for hurting his or her feelings?”
Feeling his hand along the patched up fence, Sawyer couldn’t help but feel solemn. Sure he wasn’t sneaking off through the old hole like he had been his first two years at BA, but it held memories. That, and he needed to sneak into the woods and away from the rangers’ sight if he wanted to have a smoke. Unfortunately, that seemed impossible now.
“Is this really all because of that rabbit or did the school just want an excuse to fix this thing so people stop wandering into Lorehill to have sex?” Sawyer joked to whoever was near when he heard feet behind him. He wasn’t even sure who it was as he kept trying to peak through the chainlink, but it didn’t even matter. Sawyer would have a conversation with a rock. “Are you also here to mourn the loss of the fence opening?”
SAWYER LEVIATHAN [ ROSS LYNCH ] is a SENIOR at Broadripple Academy. He is 18 years old, from BROOKLYN NY and has been at Broadripple Academy for 3 YEARS.
It’s Suds comin’ at you with a new bitch in this rodeo.
Sawyer isn’t a legacy or anything. His parents just shipped him and his sister off to boarding school because they’re always busy.
He’s from Brooklyn and his parents are both involved in the music/ arts scene in the city. Him and his sister got forced into that life of taking music lessons with strict and busty German teachers as kids, but they didn’t mind it too much because they actually enjoyed it.
Sawyer grew up learning violin because his dad is a big strings guy, but he eventually begged for piano lessons. When he got to middle school he started learning guitar because he started hanging out with kids who liked to sneak into indie rock shows in Williamsburg, but his parents were like “jack of all trades, master of none”. He wanted to prove them wrong because he’s a stubborn fuck, but he realized they kinda had a point when his shit started slippin so he went back to focusing on violin w/ piano as a side thing and guitar more like an “im gunna bust this out and play Wonderwall when i wanna impress people”
His younger sister has been the favorite of their family because she’s a lot more behaved than he is. Sawyer and his sister have mostly been cool with that though because that means she can get all the attention and Sawyer can get away with more shit because his parents aren’t putting all their eggs in his basket. Him and his sister have always been hella close.
His sister got diagnosed with cancer, which was really hard on him and his whole family. Because the future for her was uncertain, Sawyer’s parents started looking at him to fill her role as the “perfect child” which he 100% was not considering he was sneaking into the house at like 3am every time he was home.
Eventually he was like “aight guess i gotta put on my big boy pants” because his sister like like “Sawyer i s2g if i die and they’re left with your bum ass then it’s going to make me feel worse” so he’s been trying to be on his best behavior for her sake
Sawyer just loves to have a good time and flirt and just live his life
Got his ass kicked by Izzy last winter after a party. No one really knows what happened, and he kinda wants to keep it that way. Sawyer was pretty vocal about Izzy not getting expelled though which is kinda suspicious to people, but he usually just tries to avoid the subject.
During Izzy murkin’ him in Lorehill, his hands were broken which was... not good for a kid who really only playing music going for him.
Spent the summer in physical therapy and has been trying really hard to get the strength back in his hands the way that they used to be, but it’s really frustrating. He used to love jazz band and orchestra, but now he had to quit jazz because playing piano is pretty painful for him & he’s still in orchestra, but he’s not nearly as good as he used to be
Random Facts:
Kinda a sloot. He’ll flirt with your girlfriend and then when you try to fight him he’ll start flirting with you. Also frequently tries to charm the nuns.
Mozart is his favorite to play on violin and Chopin is his favorite on piano
Has his earbuds in 90% of the time and you can usually hear the music since he blasts it so loudly (it’s usually something classical or Childish Gambino)
Doesn’t know what to do with himself now that he can’t play music as much, so he’s been volunteering in the library. He doesn’t really do much work there though so much as he just hides and reads. Sawyer doesn’t give a shit if you talk too loud, just don’t ask him to do anything that involves moving
Kid rarely has his shirts buttoned up all the day he just really likes the exposed chest aesthetic
Plays on the baseball team and is pretty meh at it, but he just really likes wearing the tight pants so that’s why he keeps playing
Possible/ Wanted Connections:
BEST FRIEND: Someone that puts up Sawyer’s energy and either is able to match it or help chill him out. Sawyer likes to joke around a lot and not take things too seriously on the outside, but he can be a pretty good listener and take things seriously when someone needs him. Overall, he’s a loyal friend.
EX FRIEND: Sawyer used to get himself into a lot more trouble than he does now due to his parents’ and sister’s wishes. This is someone who he probably had to reluctantly pull away from in order to not keep finding himself in bad situations.
BAND & ORCHESTRA FRIENDS: Always smiling and holding court in the band rooms, Sawyer probably made himself known to all in orchestra and jazz band. After what happened with his hands though, he abruptly quit jazz band and doesn’t talk as much in orchestra now due to embarrassment of where his skills have declined. This could probably be someone thats just like “dude u good?”
CHILDHOOD FRIEND: Someone who’s parents are either friends with Sawyer’s or they’re also from the city & they became friends themselves. Sawyer and them could be super close still, have grown apart and are now trying to make their interactions less awkward, or Sawyer was a huge annoyance to them growing up.
EX: Sawyer is a flirt, but he’s pretty picky with who he seriously dates or pursues. This is someone he would’ve had a close connection with, but it ended for whatever reason. It likely was not a pretty break up and there’s either bad energy or feelings still there.
HOOK UP: Someone Sawyer calls up for a good time. They can either be friends or only talk when Sawyer’s texting them the water emoji.
ENEMIES: Sawyer is a pretty friendly guy and just loves to love, but there’s always going to be people he butts heads with. Whether Sawyer doesn’t like how much of a stick in the mud they are, they dislike Sawyer for being a pain in the ass, or maybe Sawyer made out with their significant other once-- could be anything.
I’m always down for any suggestions you throw at me these are just stuff off the top of my head I can think of!
