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"Rae-rae," Lucas says, exasperated, the old pet name slipping out. He follows Rae down the hall, ready to softly berate him about taking care of himself first and foremost.
It's hypocritical, he knows, but it's easier to want other people to be selfish than yourself.
But before he can make any challenge or tirades about Rae's well-being, he hears Rae's sob and curse.
Lucas immediately steps around and pulls Rae's body against his own. His arms hold him tight, trying to provide a physical anchor. Tears start spilling out of his own eyes, sharing Rae's pain, fear, heartbreak, despair.
"I know," he whispers. "You need actual rest. You can't force yourself to do this for hours."
cruel was putting it lightly, rae thought to himself; they were pure evil. he would never forget his first night, the sound of his parents tapping on the window, the glimpse he caught of their un-aged faces, and his mother's voice calling to him in their native tongue.
“i — ” he began, but the sound of his own voice felt foreign. he swallowed hard, forcing the memories back into the shadows where they belonged. “i'll take a break, but i can’t leave, lucas. there’s too much to do.” rae's fingers grip on the cart tightened, knuckles turning an alarming shade of white.
as they reached the door leading to the storage room, something inside him snapped. a sob broke free from his lips — a choked sound that echoed in the hallway. he stopped, his hands gripping the cart's edge tightly as if it could anchor him to reality. “fuck.” his voice was raw, a mixture of despair and anger as he buried his face in his hands. the calm facade he had fought so hard to maintain crumbled instantly.
Lucas actually let's out a chuckle.
"Yeah, I imagine it is. You want help moving some of this out of the way?"
He studies the guy's face and recognizes the tired look in the lines of his face. Hard not to recognize that here.
It took Ares a moment to realize someone was talking to him. His mind had been elsewhere, more so than usual. The storm had worn him down, striking just as he’d begun to feel the faintest sense of settling into his new reality. Now, exhaustion weighed heavily on him, like the life had been drained from his body. As always, he masked it, though the dark circles beneath his eyes probably betrayed him more than he’d like to admit.
"No, no… everything’s fine, I assure you," he said, shaking off the fog. "Just taking a wellness walk to, uh, clear my head." If that’s what we’re calling it, he thought but didn’t say. Instead, he flashed the officer a polite, if not slightly forced, smile. "Though, it’s a bit tricky with all the rubble around."
Lucas sighs, though he does raise his hands like he wants to help.
When he sees the face, he clenches his jaw. They're familiar, but he can't remember their name. Why can't he remember their name?
He looks back at Rae — his friend — clearly hurting.
"They're cruel," Lucas says in agreement. "It seems like they know how to hurt us in the worst ways."
He follows Rae as he pushes the cart toward the body storage.
"Let's me take you home," he insists. "You need to rest."
"no," is all that rae uttered before stepping away. wordlessly he brought the cart to the side of the table and pulled the white sheet under the body towards him, revealing more of it. the face, still intact, a reminder of the horror that unfolded during the storm. rae's breath caught in his throat, his mind replacing the stranger's face with kina's for a split second. but he pushed on. he rolled up the sheet, covering the body once more and made the final tug. the cart creaked as it took on the weight.
"they always leave the face, don't they? to taunt us. to remind us of what we've lost."
Lucas grimaces. He almost wishes Adam hadn't said that. Now he feels the urge to run out and help. Which would be a terrible idea. He knows.
"Why do they want to torture us so much? What did we ever do to them?"
Seven years, and Lucas still didn't know the answer. It pisses him off so much. It pisses James off. Pisses Rae off.
Fuck it! The whole town is pissed off.
"Don't tell me I'm the issue? I just thought he was severely constipated." maybe he misread the look of utter annoyance and discomfort other had for him, for simple digestive issues. Then again, Adam's ego never did allow him to see himself as the issue.
"We drink." he clicks his glass agains the others, savouring the moment that was not likely to come again soon. Drinking on the job. Quite an influence he was. "Oh no the screams are definitely real. Rain ain't as loud as those things torturing people long enough for the rest of us to hear it and feel like fucking powerless pieces of shit for not running out there to help them and die in the process. Diabolical."
Lucas nods, though he doesn't quite understand what he's saying. He does understand the emotions, though. They're feelings a lot of people here feel.
"They didn't leave a body," he explains. "Just a blood trail that disappeared into the woods. I didn't... get to say goodbye."
His breath hitches as he cries. Everything that's happened in the last few days has just opened old scars he was sure had healed.
Hollis watched Lucas silently, glancing down as the bouquet was placed. His fingers twitch at his sides.
"No," he answers, the word barely audible. He shifts awkwardly, unsure if he should say more, but, choosing not to feels like denying their existence.
"I mean...not here." His gaze dfits to the empty space beside the grave, trying not to dwell. "Not...here, exactly. But close."
Lucas snorts. "With you? I don't think he ever is."
He let's Adam pour him another drink, listening to the nihilistic but strangely comforting speech.
"We drink," Lucas echoes, watching him struggle to light the cigarette.
"I just can't stop imagining that I hear screams coming from out there. Which is crazy because the rain is so loud I wouldn't hear anything anyway."
"When's Jim ever happy?" up until now Adam didn't even consider the real consequences this day would have on everyone who stays alive. He was more concerned with the amount of digging he'll be forced to do first thing in the morning. Not to mention seeing dead bodies, all fucked up, did not get easier with time. In many ways, he was hoping this would never end. "New day, new rules -- this place is letting us know who's really in control. Ain't nothin' we can do about that. Except drink, so....we drink..." he pours him another, and then another one for himself and lights the poorly dried cigarette. "Day will come, 'til then we're better off in here than we would be out there..."
Lucas nods and steps up to the headstone.
His mouth twitches into a sort of smile.
"Yeah. Super quiet. Almost feels wrong."
He places the fresh bouquet down sobit rests in the middle, covering part of the "Brother. Protector" portion. He feels a few tears run down his face.
"Do you have someone here?"
He doesn't look up. He's not quiet ready to look at someone else yet.
Hollis pauses, mid-motion, holding the dried bouquet like it's something delicate. His eyes dart to Lucas, noticing the tremor in his voice. "I could stick around." Hollis offers, voice still quiet but sensing that the other might be experiencing something they might not want to be alone for. It happened often enough to feel part of the job. "It's quiet out today. The storm... I'll just...be here." He's not sure how to offer comfort in words, but, his presence lingers. A quiet, watchful stillness.
Lucas notices the trembling and how calm Rae is trying to make his voice. It must be really bad.
"You want help? I can help move this body and then walk you home."
He steps to Rae's side so he can look at his face. A mask of calm that makes Lucas even more concerned. How bad was it?
rae shook his head, unable to speak at first until he felt luc’s hand on his back. the touch made him release a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and, as much as he hated to admit it, brought him comfort. why did he need comfort? he was fine, had seen bodies in the same state as hers countless times. this wasn’t any different.
“no, no, i’m due for a break. this one i just have to uh…put back with the rest.” one after the other, they all looked the same, faces he didn’t recognize…except for kina’s. why did they seem to always leave the face?
“i’m fine,” he insisted, despite the obvious tremble in his hands. “just tired.”
Lucas enters, seeing Rae covering a body. The brief look Lucas gets tells him it's not Kina. Which probably means Rae already did her.
"Hope I didn't interrupt," Lucas says gently, shutting the door behind him. "I just had to check in on you."
He steps closer, placing a hand on Rae's back between his shoulder blades. A touch he hasn't done often since they broke it off years ago. It's too intimate for friends after what they tried to be.
But this moment? This moment requires intimacy.
"How are you?"
he should’ve been working, another victim waited for him on the table. instead he sat on the stool & stared blankly at the autopsy notes before him. the knock at the door caught him off guard, the voice less so.
he contemplated telling luc to leave him alone, but knew well enough that he wouldn’t listen. “come in,” rae emotionlessly called back as he got up to cover the occupant of the table — a stranger this time.
Lucas nods toward the dried up bouquet and watches Hollis pick up.
Before he can walk away though, Lucas speaks up.
"Actually," he says, voice trembling slightly. "Could you..."
His voice trails off. He's not sure what he wants Hollis to do but at the moment, he doesn't want to be alone.
Hollis kneels beside the headstone, fingers tracing the edge of the carved lettering. His tools, a small brush and cloth, rest on the ground next to him, though his works seems more like a ritual than any overly needed maintenance. Hearing Lucas' steps, he straightens up, but doesn't turn right away, eager to finish what he's doing. Eventually he stops, lifting his tools and placing them back onto his toolbelt before finally looking over at Lucas, his face a strange mix of distant yet observant. "If you want me to...I can give you some space." He finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper, afraid to disturb the air. He gestured with a small wave of his hand to the marigolds in Lucas' hand. "Or, I can replace those for you? Out with the old..." His fingers spread out into a small claw, waiting for permission to remove any old flowers from the site.
Lucas shakes his head.
"There shouldn't be. We're all scattered about doing what we can. You looking for someone? We're having a town meeting later to check who all is missing or..."
He clears his throat, his meaning clear.
"Anyway, if you're not busy think you can help me with that?"
He tilts his to where a large tree branch is just sitting in the middle of the road. Definitely a two person job.
the air still feels damp when yasin steps out onto the road, surveying the aftermath of the previous night. he watches the townspeople already outside, helping each other clean up debris, repairing fences, patching up a town they can't even leave. it doesn't take long until someone pushes a broom into his hands, but every sweep feels pointless.
their first morning in town, his eye had caught onto a building tucked away off the main road, its sign barely readable -- county jail. it looked mostly abandoned, but yasin doesn't hesitate before dropping the broom on the ground and heading towards the building, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure nobody's watching. if the town has sheriffs, they have to have guns, and his gut tells him they're most likely kept in there.
he's not stupid enough to try anything in broad daylight, but he lingers at a distance, eyes flicking between the windows and the main entrance when a voice calls out from behind him, forcing him to pause and consider his next move. he turns around, gesturing towards the jail, "i thought i heard someone yelling for help. do you know if anyone's in there?"
where: cemetery
when: the days after the storm
whom: @hollismackenzie
Lucas shuffles among the headstones, passing names he's become familiar with but rarely think about. Any he knew were missed but free, and any he didn't know hang heavy but not unbearably so.
Only one gets any reaction out of him these days and it's an empty grave. They didn't even dig a hole. No body left so no point. Just the simple carved stone with the name that might always bring him to tears:
Carlos de Azevedo Miranda
Brother. Protector.
Lucas carries the bouquet of marigolds that Eddy so kindly makes for him. It's small but bright and one thing he can do to honor his brother still.
The keeper is standing near the headstone, so Lucas slows to a stop, watching a waiting so he doesn't interrupt the man's work.
where: infirmary
when: after kina's autopsy
whom: @ludics Rae
Lucas takes a deep breath as he walks toward the morgue. It's been a long day, and he'd honestly love nothing more than to just head home, take a shower, and go to bed. As much as he wants to make sure everyone is safe, secure, and taken care of, he definitely needs time to himself.
Except there's one more person he needs to check up on. One he needs to handle personally.
He pauses outside the door, bracing himself for anything he might see, then knocks on the door.
"Rae?" he calls through. "It's Luc."
He waits, letting Rae set the pace though he's not taking "go away" as an answer that's for damn sure.
Lucas looks at the glass placed in front of him, seriously considering pushing it away. Then with a sigh, he crumples the paper and picks up the glass.
"Jim's not gonna be happy," he mutters as he taps his glass against Adam's then throws back the drink. Feeling the cheap alcohol run hot down his throat actually feels good in this moment.
He really needs to relax more often. Have a few drinks, get laid, talk about nothing and everything.
"You see those things out there? Running around like it's the middle of the fucking night?"
"You've been staring up and down that list boss, like anything's gonna prepare you for the mountain of shit we're gonna have to deal with tomorrow." there was no point in planning, not in a place like this, there was also no way to be prepared. So Adam walks over behind the bar, places two cups before the other and pours whatever piss-tasting-ale was confined within a glass bottle on the middle shelf. "Now come on, let's drink -- we did the best we could -- hell, we did better than that."
wanted connections
lucas:
Non-work friends: people he talks to regularly that he doesn't work with
Mutual annoyances: someone he see regularly because of his job and it bothers both him and them
Friends-with-benefits: a guy he can hook up with, no strings attached because they both just need that release sometimes
adrien:
Possible romantic interest: a guy who maybe sees Lucas and wants more with him. Could lead to a happily for now or could just end
Life debt: someone let Lucas into their house while his brother Carlos held back monsters. Lucas feels he owes this kind soul so much and will do anything for them, basically no questions asked.
Friends and roommates: people living at the colony house like him that can just hang out. Maybe eventually, they can all be a tight-knit group that will all help protect each other if the need arises
Mentor/parental figure: after losing his parents at a young age and not really imprinting on his aunt and uncle, Adrien is definitely looking for someone he can care about like that and could care about him back
Meet cute: a guy that Adrien might develop a crush on and could potentially lead to more
where: outside, wherever when: day after the storm open starter
Lucas walks down the street, taking note of all the damage from the storm. So much to fix. It's starting to feel like it would be better just to rebuild the whole town from scratch.
He turns a corner and has to put his list away.
"Hey!" he calls out to the person. "You need help over there?"
Lucas grunts, hating that he knows she's right.
"I can't just sit around, Becca. I've got a job to do. People are in danger out there."
He nods at the suggestion of a brace. At least then the pain will be contained.
"Just do it. Jim is probably wondering where I am."
He'd lost his radio somewhere out there which really was the cherry on top of this shithole cake of a day.
based on what he could tolerate, it was definitely a bad twist. even as she was testing his ankle, she could feel where it was starting to swell and get stiff. "that depends, lucas; how far can you get around on it? do you want to try to stand, or wait?"
becca could only guess at this point. her expertise was mostly in the aftermath of lingering injuries, not diagnosing or treating new ones. "i'll try to make a brace either way, but you know it won't heal right without rest."
Lucas rubs his face, wiping away tears that aren't even distinguishable from the rain still dripping off him.
"We don't know it'll clear, Jim. We don't know anything. We're all just flying by the seat of our pants."
He takes a deep breath. He knows on some level that James is right. but it doesn't make it any easier to handle a new situation like this.
"You're right," he says, trying to convince himself. "Like always."
where : town hall when : the storm open starter ( 0 / 3 )
⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ ▶ ❛ . . . listen — ❜ hand rests lightly on the other person ' s shoulder . an attempt to cam them down . truth be told : he is admittedly , not the best at comforting others . especially now , when he has no words . no explanations . he has been in this town for nearly twelve years , and not once has he seen what has transpired in the last couple of days . the storm , those . . . things out during the day . something is wrong . the rules are changing and something is turning . he does not know how to prepare for it . no one to ask . most everyone who came before him is gone . ❛ . . . the storm will clear out , it ' ll be okay . ❜ it is as much for himself as for the person he ' s attempting to bring some comfort to . ❛ it ' ll be fine --- we ' ll check for any damage come the morning and go from there . . . ❜
Lucas winces as Becca pushes.
"If I say it barely hurts will you let me go?"
He'd stumbled in from the storm, trying to do his job and help as many stragglers that were still caught in the storm as possible.
Now he's sitting here, dripping wet and trying to get back out there as soon as Becca says he can. If she says he can.
where: lost and found bar when: after the storm starts who: open (0/2)
everything was too sudden for becca to truly understand. distractions took her attention before she could think; the hurried conversations, the rush of movement, the sudden noise of a hard rainfall on the roof and windows. even her own voice didn't sound right. it felt strained and warbled in her throat when she spoke, still caught by surprise just as she was getting the hang of this place. but her hands are steady on the injured ankle while she feels for irregularities underneath. "it's not a break or tear- that's good. now, i'm going to push on your foot and you let me know when it hurts too much."
Lucas looks up from the list he'd been writing out of things to do after the storm ends. If it even ends.
He shakes his head at his deputy.
"Sorry. No smokes for me. As for options, it looks pretty slim pickings right now."
He gestures over the bar to where there's notably no one working right now.
open to all. location: motel bar
A job of a deputy included a lot of risks, more than he'd ever imagined outside of Oz. But the blood stained uniform covered in heavy rain, leaving a trail of water behind him as he approached the Motel bar, was enough to showcase just how done he'd been with all the risk taking for one night. He was not fucking paid for this, or trained for this, and being outside right now? Running blind? It was nothing short of a death wish. "What we havin'?" question is directed to his right and he'll take out a pack of cigarettes now fully soaked through. "Fuck...you got a smoke? Preferably dry?"
Lucas Miranda
| Rafael Silva & he/him | Congratulations, LUCAS MIRANDA survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another TOWNSHIP SHERIFF, plus they’re only 30 years old. Crazy to think, it’s been 7 YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the RESIDENTIAL AREA. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember LOS ANGELES, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were ON A HUNTING TRIP WITH HIS BROTHER, CARLOS when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully CHARMING and PARANOID, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play SI SUPIERAS by PRINCE ROYCE this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors. (caye, 27, he/him, PST) no triggers
-what is their biggest regret since arriving in town?
That he hasn't found a way to avenge his brother and get rid of the creatures. At least then being trapped wouldn't be a living hell. At least then he'd feel more useful as a sheriff.
At least then he could focus on finding a way back to his parents and tell them what happened to Carlos and give them all closure.
- describe your character’s first day/night in town?
He and Carlos arrived in the early hours of the morning, two hours before sunrise. They'd gotten ambushed by the creatures and the only reason Lucas is alive is because Carlos sacrificed himself while Lucas tried to find them shelter.
After the shock wore off, he was taken to the Township Hall by the kind people that gave him shelter.
He asked so many questions, the answers to a lot of them being "We don't know." That frustrates him even more than he was. If his mama hadn't raised him to think and care about the community, he'd have become a hermit. But that wouldn't help anyone. That wouldn't get him his chance to avenge Carlos.
So he takes a residential home and offers to do any and every job that just needs help getting done.
Basic Information
NAME: Lucas de Azevedo Miranda
BIRTHDAY: October 18
AGE: 30
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, CA
BIRTHPLACE: Los Angeles, CA
ORIENTATION: gay
NICKNAMES: Lu, Luc
Family
MOTHER: Maria Azevedo
FATHER: Andre Miranda
SIBLINGS: Carlos de Azevedo Miranda (deceased)
Appearance
HEIGHT: 6'
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
BUILD: Muscular
RACE/ETHNICITY: Brazilian Latine
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: a birthmark on his right hip shaped like a 6 pointed star
Personality & Behavior
HOBBIES: hunting, dancing, reading
LIKES: nature, sci-fi books, community building
DISLIKES: hospitals, beer, wolves
QUIRKS: organizes things by color and uses color coordination for work
STRENGTHS: leadership, investigation, comforting
WEAKNESSES: letting go of grudges
Biography
(cw: cancer, sibling death)
Lucas was born a mama's boy and was always proud about it. His mom, Maria, instilled so many of his loves the things he cherishes, especially being part of and giving back to his community.
That's not to say his father, Andre, didn't have influence on his life. He also shows the importance of helping his community but also taking time for family. He takes Lucas and his little brother Carlos on hunting trips and share the importance of nature.
Andre developed lung cancer and was in and out of the hospital through out Lucas's life, which made Lucas hate hospitals.
In fact, the reason Andre wasn't on the hunting trip with Lucas and Carlos when they found the tree was because he was in the hospital but insisted they go without him.
When they arrived in Oblitus was the worse night of Lucas's life.
He lost his family in many ways. Cut off from his parents, and watching his brother day, giving him a chance to escape.
Lucas had been working toward being a sheriff so after doing his dues for the first year in Oblitus, he quickly worked his way to sheriff rank. And now 7 years after first coming to town, he's still no closer to getting rid of the monsters or finding a way out. He doesn't even know if his dad is still alive. He doesn't know if his mother survived losing her sons.
He will find his answers.
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