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Season 5, Vol 1
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AFTER DARK CHARACTER POSTERS
Season 5, Vol 1
INTRODUCING: THE FRUIT SALAD SQUAD of AFTER DARK
OHC2023: Day 2
After Dark's secondary ocs + their social media [template creator]
THIS WAS YOUR WORLD WHEN IT ALL STARTED . . .
Augustus “Auggie” Young, born September 7th in 1967, is the only child of Hawkins resident Maureen Young. He’s the Hawkins High photographer for the yearbook and helps out Nancy Wheeler with the school’s newspaper The Weekly Streak. During season 3 is when he is officially introduced to Rylee by visiting Scoops Ahoy at the same time that she does, knowing a little bit about her due to the whole Wesley disappearance and from his good friend Parker Flanagan.
He has an oddball sense of humor and a deep knowledge of peculiar things that people seem to find either disturbing or unimportant but in the end, it always proves useful. He owns a orange, brown, and white patched tabby cat that’s named Schrödinger and she’s clings to him like no other, sometimes sneaking into his bookbag without him knowing and takes her to school.
Augustus becomes an important member of the Hellfire Club and ally to the party, being the one that’s savvy when it comes to finding out information and other aspects that are needed to fight and defend themselves against Vecna.
"Sunday Afternoon by the Sea in Argèles," Augustus Young
For M (1948-2012) Sitting on her wingchair between the laurel rose bush and the pompoms of pampas grass, facing the bay between her and home, what's behind her dark glasses is reflected in the passing fair, the carnival of a Sunday. The power walkers, with their eyes deadset by the imperatives of the promenade, work up an appetite, while flaneurs look ahead, dreaming of the salmon mousse they have eaten. The men where white suits, the woman flowery frocks. All wear straw hats. The family caravans roll on regardless, afuss with their dogs and baby-carts, followed by wheelchairs, scooters, skateboards, tandems for laughing geriatrics fronted by sporting types. The world is going everywhere and nowhere and nobody will ever come back the same way. As the afternoon advances those left behind appear, shyly watching each other as through the right to be here is a privilege that is going to be withdrawn any minute. But, reassured by smiles and bon jours, these stragglers, step by step, gain the confidence to stop and sit on a bench looking at the sea. She, who has been observing this passing fair of humankind without being observed, sitting between the laurel rose bush and the pompoms of pampas grass, spreads her wingchair and flies home.