Lauren shuffled through the front entrance of Sam’s apartment building, smiling briefly at the kind soul who held the door for her. She’d been lucky to find a parking space so close, and she made her way to Sam’s place. Her grip tightened on the groceries bags she carried, one in each hand, her mouth set in a determined line. With her evening free and open, she felt like cooking and that meant hitting up the one person who promised her unlimited kitchen access whenever she wanted. Of course, this had been before their...disagreement. She could admit she’d reacted out of anger and Sam had caught heat from it. And she wasn’t entirely sure what else was happening, only catching bits and pieces of the drama that his name had been tossed in, but she still considered him important to her...even if she was annoyed. But now she was at his front door, and hoping he was home. Shifting the groceries to one hand, she knocked with the answer, pondering exactly how bold it was to just borrow someone’s whole kitchen without actually talking to them. But she was nowhere near that kind of rude (damn those southern sensibilities), so she at least waited for Sam to open the front door before greeting him with a simple “Evening” and shouldering her way into his apartment. “I felt like cooking tonight. Where’s your cutting board? You’re on chopping duty.”
So far, Rachel was having a much better party experience than she’d had at the Beta Bash. Not only was she a good deal more sober than she had been then, but she hadn’t had any tense or stressful moments. She’d stuck with Blaine after they arrived, but Rachel had an arrangement and Blaine had friends to catch up with, so they’d pinky-promised to link back up right after Rachel got off stage.
Because, fortunately for Rachel (and probably unfortunately for everyone else), the twenty dollars Rachel had slipped to the girl throwing the party hadn’t been in vain: they’d found and set up a microphone.
Which meant Rachel got to sing, and her plans with Sam could carry on exactly as planned, and she wouldn’t even have to use the backup mic and mini speaker she’d managed to cram into her teeny tiny purse.
Rachel hadn’t found Sam in the throng full of people, and no one she’d described him to (’blond, sweet as anything, kind of...you know, with the lips?’) had seen him yet, so Rachel could only assume he hadn’t arrived yet. They hadn’t set a specific time, but...
But Rachel really wanted to sing.
So she shoved through the party-goers until she made it to the front of the house; it was only a few minutes before she spotted him, blond and happy and Rachel couldn’t help her excited little squeal.
“Sam!” Rachel called, closing the distance between them quickly - she was tiny, sure, but she’d finally located her target. “Sam! Sam, hi!” Rachel beamed up at him, bouncing a little.
“Do you want to start our performance now, or do you want to do a quick lap around the party first?”
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name: sam evans
age & date of birth: 19, 1st of april
schoolyear: sophomore
hometown: jackson, tennessee
major(s)/minor(s): major in archaeology/minor in history
backstory:
Sam Evans is the epitome of your all-American boy, on the surface. He’s hard-working, loyal and believes in the good of people. It didn’t take long before his parents, Mary and Dwight Evans quickly saw a big smile on the baby’s face, after he was born. They were both young and fresh out of college, when they had Sam. It wasn’t planned at all, and some would’ve said he had been an accident; but to Dwight and Mary, Sam was loved and welcomed into the family from the moment that they found out that they were expecting him. It was very clearly a working-class family, with both parents having a job in order to make it work for them, but they were fine. With the help from both sides of the family, taking care of Sam when his parents were busy at work, Sam grew up in a house that very much wanted to support him, and give him the best childhood possible. Even if his development as a baby was slow and his vocabulary was limited, the boy had personality. As a baby, everyone saw potential in Sam Evans; he could become something great.
When Dwight and Mary weren’t busy earning an income on weekdays, they made sure to spend the weekends with their son. Sam grew up around a loving family who played baseball with him, made pancakes for dinner for him, when he had had a bad day, and showed him all the things that a young boy could ever love, including Star Wars and comic books. Sam grew up with basically every tool that his parents could give him. Because of Dwight and Mary’s hard-working personalities, their income grew, and they finally decided that it was time to give Sam some siblings, welcoming Stevie and Stacey into the family. At first, Sam loved it. He loved having siblings and knowing that one day, he’d get to play with his action men, with Stevie there, and show Stacey how to light a fire with just two sticks; he took on that “big brother” role that everyone expected him to, and he took it on proudly.
As Sam grew up, it quickly became apparent to everyone around him that his development was still quite slow. He didn’t take in information as quickly as the other kids would in school, and reading things out loud to his parents was a big challenge for him. It was frustrating to Sam, being so behind academically. He wanted to be good at it, like the other kids were, and not hear them giggle every time he had to read out loud in class. It wasn’t until his teachers and his parents made him do a test that they realized that Sam was dyslexic. He didn’t know what that meant, but if it explained why the letters moved around on the page all the time, then he figured it was a good enough explanation. Although Sam was given extra classes in reading, it didn’t make Sam’s life any easier.
While Sam transitioned from middle school to high school, his parents were slowly realizing that their loyalty to the companies that they worked for wasn’t paying off. It was Dwight who was the first one to lose his job. For a while, as he was searching for another one, Mary was the only one supporting the family, and, after having built up a nice and comfortable life for their family, it was a big change for them. They couldn’t buy the same brand of things anymore, and they couldn’t provide new clothes for their kids, as they were also paying for keeping a roof over everyone’s head. Soon, it was Mary’s turn to be let go from her job. After that, it did not take the authorities long to claim that bills weren’t being paid on time, and so the Evans family was kicked out of the house; the house that Sam had grown up in, where he taken several turns sliding down the stairs with his mattress, and where his height had been penciled in on the doorway in his bedroom.
Being in high school at the time of all of it happening was not ideal for Sam. He was struggling with the homework that he was given, his dyslexia being in the way, and now he also had to deal with the other kids laughing at his clothes for being old and second-hand. He didn’t tell anyone about his family being kicked out of their house; he didn’t need them to laugh even more at him and call him and his family a failure. Instead, he kept quiet about it, and instead took on several jobs, in order to provide for his family. He’d work evenings, after school, at a local fast food restaurant, spend his weekends filling up the popcorn machine at the cinema, and clean the facilities at the museum down the road from the motel, in the early mornings. The ladder was the best one; while the job itself was horrible, it gave Sam the opportunity to walk around and look at the artifacts in the museum, read all about them, and it gave him a chance to speak up in history lessons; something that he had rarely done before, struggling with the lengthy homework that he was given in those classes.
His interest in history grew, and he found himself spending more and more time at the museum, speaking to the historians and professors there and learning more about the past. The people at the museum saw his passion grow, and as graduation neared, the museum decided to grant Sam a college scholarship to study history, if he wanted. This was a big decision for Sam to make. On one hand, he would absolutely love to go and learn more, as well as try to discover more historical artifacts, but on the other hand, he felt terribly guilty for leaving his family behind when they were in trouble. He didn’t make a decision for the longest time. It wasn’t until his graduation day that he could finally make one, based on the information and “present” that his family gave him; his dad had been hired at a local company, and he had also secured his mother a job there, so things were finally looking up for the little family who had been forced to rely on Sam’s several part-time jobs and the little income that he got from them. This made it so much easier for Sam to chase his dream, and not feel bad for going away for college.
With everything that had happened, one of the most important things that Sam could take away from it, was that with determination, he could get through things. Now at college, the young Evans man is still finding it hard to get through his studies, but he loves it. He loves discovering new things and pushing himself. Having grown up with adventurous movies like Indiana Jones and The Mummy, it was easy figuring out that he wanted to become an archaeologist. Maybe not as adventurous as the men in the Hollywood blockbusters, but getting to travel and find mysterious relics from a time that would reveal more about history is Sam’s biggest dream.
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age: 26
timezone: est
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name: sam evans
age & date of birth: nineteen & february 27
schoolyear: freshman
hometown: nolensville, tn
major(s)/minor(s): game design with a minor in communication
backstory:
Sam Evans was born to Dwight and Mary Evans in Nolesville, TN. He is the eldest child of three, and takes the title of ‘big brother’ very seriously. Ever since the birth of his younger siblings, Stevie and Stacey, Sam has been trying with everything in him to make sure that he was always a positive role model. He made sure to try hard in sports, try harder in school, and always have a positive attitude built behind his ways. However, it was as if life was always working against him. Whenever he was in middle school, he was diagnosed with dyslexia. The disorder was something that added a couple levels of difficulty to his master plan of being the best role model for his siblings, but he didn’t let it get him down. Some days were better than others, and while he had a habit of letting his frustration bubble into anger, he made sure to do so behind closed doors.
Through his high school years, he found ways to battle through his disorder. He made sure to be completely open with his teachers about what his struggles were, accepting any and all help that was thrown his way. He was functioning to the highest of degrees. However, during his junior year of high school, his father lost his job and announced that the family would be packing their bags and moving to a different state. It was something life altering for the family, and life shattering for Sam. He was losing all of his friends, but more importantly, all of his academic support. It wasn’t long into his journey at his new high school that Sam started falling behind - his grades were slipping and it was showing. Unfortunately, he failed his junior year of high school and was forced to retake the years coursework, much to his dismay. While his family understood and no one degraded him for such a feat, he was never able to forgive himself.
Sam took the setback in stride, vowing that he wasn’t going to mess up again. During his retaking of his junior year, Sam made sure to stay focused. He frequented tutors in the form of fellow pupils and teachers, stayed late to understand the coursework, and studied hard outside of school (even with the help of his younger siblings sometimes). Soon enough, he was moving onto his senior year of school. His parents allowed him to try out for the schools soccer team since he was doing so well in school, and to no avail, he was taking the team by storm. He was a star on the field, and he was finally becoming a star off the field.
After a scout watched one of his games, he was granted a full ride soccer scholarship to Ginsburg University, a school that had been in the list of his potential colleges. While his school was completely paid for, there was something else to be spoken for whenever it came to his social life outside of school. His family could not provide him with the funds to live a life that he wanted to, but Sam was willing to take matters into his own hands. He picked up small jobs around his small town, trying to save up as much money as possible but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t until a trip into the closest city that he realized where the money was - strip clubs. After a couple of nights working there, Sam had already saved up more than enough money to get him through the first semester. He didn’t want to sink to the low levels of such a quick way to earn cash again, but if it came down to it? He would.
