#drunk driver tw

[oculiaperticlausi]

— INTRODUCTING LYSANDER CARMICHAEL

welcome to marina, LYSANDER CARMICHAEL ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a/n THIRTY-ONE year old who has lived on the island for HIS WHOLE LIFE. word on the street is they’re currently living in HYLAND PARK and works as a ENGLISH PROFESSOR. everyone also says they look a lot like JONATHAN BAILEY. what do you think? — ALYSSA, 29, SHE/HER, PST.

b i o g r a p h y;

one of the eldest carmichaels

was practically born with a book in his hand

was utterly helpless when his youngest got brain cancer, it was the first time in his life he felt like he let down his siblings and his family

tried to be as protective as possible with his siblings but his anxiety was crippling when he was younger, sometimes he would stay locked in his bedroom for hours on end

constantly bullied in school, it's why he fell in love with Shakespeare he felt like maybe he was born in the wrong time

was a drama kid, enamored with the idea of being someone else for that hour a day especially since it's where he made most of his friends

didn't have many relationships in high school, didn't really try either because he felt he was too mature to hang around some of them. the only time he socialized with kids his age was in drama class.

college was where he peaked, it was easy to socialize and interact with people there because everyone was there to learn not to gossip or talk about who was fucking who

in his poetry class was where he met him

honestly, Lysander had never given himself the chance to explore his sexuality but Ollie aka Oliver was a force to be reckon with

he fell hard, he was so infatuated with the man that when the night their first kissed happened he felt like a teenage girl

life couldn't have been better he graduated a few years later and got a job at the same university as an English professor, taking over his mentors class

he proposed to ollie and everything was right in the world

until a few weeks ago, Ollie and him were driving on the outskirts of marina when a drunk driver plowed into them

Oliver was pronounced dead on the scene and Lysander was flown back to Marina and went under surgery for some internal bleeding

when he woke up to his siblings with tear stained cheeks he didn't need to ask

he has refused to deal with it, when he's home alone he talks to himself as if Oliver is still in the room

he won't acknowledge the loss when someone asks him about it, in his head they are still living happily and he doesn't know how to break himself out of the water slowly starting to drown him.

[maisie-morris]

Rosalie Elizabeth Roberts was the youngest child of Alexander and Margret Roberts. Growing up Rosalie never felt her house was a home, due to her parents never being home and when they were all they did was fight with one another. Home wasn’t a place, but two people in Rosalies life. Her brother and her grandfather. Her grandfather tried his best to be there for his grandchildren, however he did not want to overstep on the parenting role. He was the first person to notice how special of a dancer Rosalie was. He would always joke that she could dance before she could walk.

Rose’s older brother Elijah was her rock. Whenever their parents were fighting and plates were getting smashed or she had a hard day at school her brother was always there for her. She looked up to him and aspired to be like him when she was older. When her granddad passed away during her freshman year of high school the two siblings leaned on each other to get through the loss of the only fatherly figure they had ever known. Another tragedy struck in her Senior year of high school.  Rosalie had begged her brother who was attending medical  in New York City to come to her dance competition .Even though he had a big final to prepare for he wanted to see his little sister dance. He didn’t make it, a drunk driver had struck his car. 

The accident had changed Rosalie and her personality. She was always so bright and bubbly to anyone she came in contact with. She wanted to be friends with everyone. Rose always put all her energy into anything she did. You would normally found her planning an event for school, volunteering or in the dance studio working on a dance number. The dance competition the night her brother passed away was the last one she had entered. She quit all activities she was apart of.  She turned to alcohol and partying. When fall was becoming to a close Rose left town, the memory of her brother being too much for her. When was was set up in Chicago she contacted a few of her friends to let them know that she was okay. 

During the time she was away Rose attended business school and invested her money into different companies. On work business she stumbled upon a   property in her hometown. An idea sprung to life at just seeing a picture of the property. A club named Ceux Qui Sont Tombes (Those Who Fell). From the first glance it looks like a fancy club with an exquisite drink menu, but there’s more that meets the eye to this club. Downstairs you will find a hidden entrance where there is a bouncer on the other side. Knowing the nights password will let you explore your darkest desires. So are you a saint or a sinner?  

A year later the space has been transformed into a night club for the town to enjoy. A certain Rose is back to see the night club come to life.

[littledemonlorne]

Everything Will Be Alright

Loss can take so much out of you. It can be hard to handle. But sometimes you need to try and tackle your feelings head on.

[newhamhq]

it has been brought to the admins’ attention that some players are confused about the most recent plot drop so we thought we’d clear things up. the car that hit cassandra and keiran was not a drunk driver. it was an intentional hit, the driver barged onto the sidewalk to hit them on purpose. the only person who was drunk in the plot drop was keiran and he was in the process of sobering up. your characters are welcome to think whatever they like about the situation, but we wanted to make sure that it was clear ooc. if it had been a drunk driver, we would’ve tagged it as such. if anyone has any comments, questions, or concerns, feel free to contact the admins directly.

[finnhndson]

"No, no, no! Don't die on me!"

It had started out as an ordinary weekend with Finn visiting Libby. He had arrived at her place around eight. They had spent a little time catching up on the previous week before planning on going out to get a bite to eat with some friends. 

It was normal. It was just another Friday night.

And like every other Friday evening, they ended up heading back for Libby’s place around midnight. They would get there, share a shower together, and find themselves wrapped in the sheets before passing out for the night. It was a routine that Finn didn’t feel guilty about anymore. It was the one thing he always looked forward to after a rough week, waking up to the one person who made him feel complete. 

However, this Friday night was going to be different. This Friday night, everything would change.

While they were driving back from hanging out with Libby’s group of friends (a group of friends that had seamlessly adopted Finn into their little clique), things seemed normal. Finn’s hand was laced with Libby’s while his other remained on the wheel as the radio hummed quietly. It was a peaceful moment that Finn would always cherish. 

He saw the headlights way ahead of him, unable to notice how they were swerving slightly because of the distance. Then, his phone began to buzz. He jumped slightly and let go of Libby’s hand to reach for his phone, his gaze dropping from the road to his phone to see who was calling for just a split second. But unbeknownst to him, that two seconds was going to change everything.

When he noticed Chelsea’s name on the screen, he sighed quietly to himself and rejected the call, dropping it back into the cup holder before he looked back up to the road. That’s when he noticed the erratic driving of the car in the opposite lane, the car veering straight for Finn’s truck followed by Libby’s scream. His eyes widened in horror as he quickly jerked the wheel and overcorrected, the tires lifting as the drunk driver smashed into the truck, encouraging the flipping of the truck. 

The next few seconds were filled with Libby’s screams and the sickening crunching and scraping of metal against the earth. Finn hadn’t bothered to put his seatbelt on, so he slammed against the window, the windshield, and the roof of the truck as it flipped before being thrown from the truck, landing hard on the cold pavement in a crumpled, unconscious heap.

It had been that quick. One minute, things were perfect, and because of one selfish decision of another driver, Finn was never going to graduate college. He was never going to tell Chelsea the truth. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell his mom what was going on.

Their moment of peace had morphed into tragic chaos because of one selfish mistake.

[the-liars-you-love]

"Am I gonna die? Is that was this is?" [hOLY SHITTT]

Tears streaked her face as she sat beside Hannibal’s hospital bed. Half leaning forward, her arms resting on her knees. She couldn’t believe this had happened. And so quickly as well. She bore the stitches upon her forehead, the sling upon her arm, as evidence. But Hannibal… he was doing much worse. When he’d come in, he’d had a collapsed lung, a few broken ribs, a fractured shoulder and collarbone…. It was horrifying, as car wrecks always were. Drunk driver.

And now here he lay, on a respirator, tubes sticking out from his body, bruising on his face. And here she sat beside him. She didn’t think he could hear her. She hadn’t spoken in hours. There was a sympathetic nurse who did rounds on this floor, who’d put a hand on Christine’s shoulder, looked at her, but said nothing. There was nothing to be said. And so, Christine sat in silence for hours, sometimes closing her eyes, but never sleeping. Never leaving his side. Friends and neighbors called on her, but none were allowed in, because they weren’t family. And so, she faced this alone. But she’d need to speak at some point. She took a shaky breath, before putting her hand on Hannibal’s, and looking at his now closed eyes.

“Hannibal,” she said, her voice still hoarse from crying, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but… if you can, I just–” she sighed shakily. “I want you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry about all of those months that I didn’t speak to you, and all those times I made you feel like… like I didn’t love you. The truth of the matter is I do love you. I love you very much, Hannibal, and as selfish as I am to say this, I don’t– I don’t think I’m ready to lose you. It may seem to you as though you’ve no reason to keep living, or maybe I’m wrong, but you still have a family, Hannibal.” The tears welled again. She glanced away, steadied herself, and continued. “What you need to understand is that whether you live or whether you die… it’s all up to you. I want you to fight, Hannibal.”