Beau had lived in Hidehill all his life. He was used to the usual small town drama, moms taking it too personally when their kids didnāt win student council elections, guys who peaked in high school trying to throw their weight around like they hadnāt graduated twenty years earlier, the never ending drama of who was sleeping with who or had dated who in the last four years, that sort of thing. But all of this? If he didnāt have Wyatt, and a business, to think of, he would be long gone. Hometown memories be damned, this place was going insane.
āāNo need to worry about your language around me ā Iāve heard it all.āā
Laurie barked out a laugh edged with amuesment, she hadnāt expected someone to strike up a conversation so easily especially over that statement. Moving was a lonley endevour when made with someone else but she was still waiting for her partner to arrive, the fake wedding ring sitting on her finger. It felt too heavy and wrong but it was part of their ploy. The murders were not just being investigated in town anymore, itād reached state lines and spilled over until itād landed upon Laurieās desk.Ā
āāIt is fucked. For somewhere so smallā¦everyone knows each otherā¦I donāt know? Feels kindaā personal, donāt you think?āā ā It was the narrative sheād been running with since sheād read over those stomach turning files about whatād been happening here.Ā āāI literally moved here a week ago and Iām rethinking this move, honestly.āāĀ
Beau shrugged. Truthfully, he saw nothing strange about striking up conversation. Small talk could be like pulling teeth, but being polite was just how he was raised, and down here that meant conversing. At least she wasn't trying to talk about the weather. As for the mention of it being personal? "Everything's personal in this town. Most of us have been here so long, it's all middle school grudges and no good dirty rotten pig stealing great great grandfathers." Ok, so that's just from Holes, but whatever.
"Trust me, though. Didn't need to tell me you're new. Spotted that a mile away." Even if he doesn't know everyone in town personally, you get used to seeing faces. New ones stick out. All things considered, he doesn't feel too easy about new faces. "It's not a bad place, though, when there's not some homicidal maniac runnin' around. You've just got great timing."
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Where: Outside a street vendor in front of a paper stand.
Being here in this place in the face of such atrocities would have had most squirming. But not Laurie. Sheād became accustom to this kind of tragedy after the years sheād put in the field. Each murder or missing person here was connected and for some time now her team had been brain storming. Was this a sieral killer? A group? It was part of her work and responsibility to get to the bottom of it. There were answers lurking in this town and itād take someone talented to snuff it out. Laurie had been tasked with doing exactly that.Ā
āā ā I canāt believe this.āā She feigned innocence, in reality she could believe it. Some sick bastard was roaming these streets getting a thrill. What she needed to figure out was what the trigger was, how they get to this point, once she had that itād narrow the search. The quicker she did the faster she could go home.Ā āāItās sick and twisted.āāĀ
Beau had lived in Hidehill all his life. He was used to the usual small town drama, moms taking it too personally when their kids didn't win student council elections, guys who peaked in high school trying to throw their weight around like they hadn't graduated twenty years earlier, the never ending drama of who was sleeping with who or had dated who in the last four years, that sort of thing. But all of this? If he didn't have Wyatt, and a business, to think of, he would be long gone. Hometown memories be damned, this place was going insane.
@beaumoore
alas: hey b are you going to join the search?
alas: imma show the fbi lady some places i know don't get a lot of traffic
alas: but other than that im not much help
beau: i didn't have anyone available to watch wyatt so i had to rain check
beau: you're at least helping them get ideas. that's better than what it looked like everyone else ended up doing. too many cooks.
"So is this your way of finishing what we did that night all those years ago to completion, or am I here for something else entirely? Cause, to be honest, I didn't think you had time for me. Not that I'm not happy to be here or anything, just been kind of out it."
"Don't have time for--? Jax. C'mon. You're one of my best friends." Are or were, though. Beau gets it, he does, but. Not feeling a little bitter about the constant coming and going is hard. This town is all he's known, but he knows it isn't like that for Jaxon. Still, every time he comes back feels strange. "Can't I just miss you?"
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alas stood quietly, looking around until something caught his eye. the auburn haired boy bent down, eyeing his camera. he went to snap a shot only for someone to walk in front of his shot.
alas rose a brow, looking up at the person who stepped in his way before he stood.Ā ācan i help you?ā he asked in broken speech, moving his hands as he spoke.
@hidehillstartā
Knew I could find you out here. Sorry for ruining your one billionth bird picture.Ā Even now, Beauās signing was a little shaky, a bit too loose, but he got his point across and Alas didnāt really correct him unless he really fucked up, so he tended to forgo speaking. It was good practice for Wyatt, anyway. Did you get that weird message, too? Good thing I donāt go to therapy, I guess.
ā¦ FINN COLE, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ā¦ BEAU MOORE the TWENTY-EIGHT year old has been in Hidehill for HIS ENTIRE LIFE and was a FAMILY FRIEND to Miyeon Kang, the murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the SORRY MOM OWNER who lives in HORWICK are said to be OBSERVANT and DISTRUSTFUL but I guess weāll find out for ourselves.
BASICS.
full name: beau tristan moore
nicknames: n/a
age: 28 years old
date of birth: april 13, 1994
zodiac: aries sun, pisces rising, taurus moon
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
orientation: panromantic demisexual
BIO.
(cw for custodial interference & strained/toxic family dynamics, & implied infidelity)
youāre born into the lap of luxury. old money, from your granddadās grandpaās uncleās...whatever he did. you learn young that asking too many questions gets you answers you donāt like. you grow up in harlow estates in a typical family. youāre the youngest of three, so needless to say your parents are completely over each other by the time you come along. youāre aware before your teenage years thatĀ āworking lateā is probably the stupidest excuse in the world, and you learn to forge your motherās signature on permission slips halfway through middle school. in all, things are fine. your dad puts you in baseball and you pretend to like it all the way through high school graduation. you learn from your older siblings which stairs creak and where the loudest sections of the floor are in the foyer. you learn to shotgun a beer at some gross house show. you become a regular at a bar in nashville, always down to check out the music passing through. even if it means having to do it sober because youāre pressing your luck already being 17 in there. you break your collar bone in 10th grade and you get a hard clap on the (uninjured) shoulder for the way you bite your lip and wonāt cry about it.Ā
you and your friends grow up and they discover girls. you follow, not really getting the hype but knowing better than to announce that. you get your first girlfriend, and your buddies seem pretty supportive. relieved, almost. you try not to dwell on that. you like her well enough, anyway, but. something felt off, something you didnāt have an explanation for. she thought you were just being gentlemanly, taking things slow. maybe that was it. you didnāt know how to explain why else you just didnāt even think about much for the first couple of months. she breaks up with you anyway, and youāre kind of glad. her taste in movies was abysmal, and her voice cracked if she laughed too hard. someone else would find that endearing, probably. your friends console you, or try to. truth be told, you really werenāt that bothered. she had been nice, and pretty, but youād sort of known from the beginning the two of you werenāt a great match.Ā
you kiss one of those friends at his graduation afterparty, and you think maybe. maybe that makes sense. he leaves the following august. you stay in town. things are only a little more complicated when you find out your friend had apparently been an anomaly. you date casually --girls, mostly, but you dip into other dating pools-- and youāre twenty years old when the term demisexual answers, like, every question. you apprentice under a tattoo artist, much to your parentsā annoyance. your parents, if possible, know you less now than they did before. (still, years later youāll ask for their help buying the shop, and theyāll acquiesce. they never really get you, but they donāt stop you.) you meet a girl. sheās going to throw your life in a tailspin. sheās going to try to ruin you. you think even if you knew that, you would have still walked up to her.Ā
your son was born almost six years ago. wyattās your heart and soul, and so much like you itās going to drive you nuts when he gets older. but things arenāt easy. she leaves you a month before heās born, and you jump through all the hoops to establish paternity. youāre content with your visitation for the first couple of years. but then things change. you donāt talk specifics, but itās surprisingly simple to get primary custody. probably helps youāve got a steady job and your own home in horwick, and your parents are all too happy to help you afford the best in legal counsel. they might not have really cared too much about being parents, but being grandparents becomes their world. so, you think things will be fine. wyatt comes to live with you, and youāre more than accommodating with visitation. especially while heās so young, you really encourage her to spend as much time as she can with wyatt. things are going to change once he starts school.Ā
things change faster than that. the story is long, and stressful. you donāt like telling it. itās the kind of thing you hear about, but you donāt think will happen to your kid. you keep telling yourself you got lucky. it took about a week to resolve, and wyatt didnāt even seem to comprehend what had happened. heād been so young, he probably just thought theyād gone on a trip. still, even a couple years later, the event leaves you paranoid. sheās not allowed contact with wyatt, and even once she gets out youāre going to fight to uphold that. wyatt starting school had been a nauseating concept, and you cried in your car for a solid five minutes before driving back home and just...waiting. he did fine, because of course he did. heās bright and friendly and heās going to be fine. you hope. you really, really hope.
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
(these are just basic ideas and anything here can be tweaked and tailored, and all except the first are open to multiple muses!)
iām not leaving because i donāt care / i have to go because the idea of being in love with you / makes me so scared / and i donāt know / who i am anymore / but i know i never even questioned it / before i met you
male/nonbinary, 27-29
ok yeah the friend i mentioned at the start of the bio? this is them. i gave like a brief backdrop but tbh it can be tweaked to fit. the two of them had been friends for years, and it never really went that far between them. heās not, like, beauās first love or anything, but he meant a lot to him and now itās weird. maybe that can be patched up or maybe theyāre just doomed to be worse than strangers.
what a way to go out / something this town will forever talk about / the two kids who were laying down / and struck by lightning in front of your house
any gender, 26-31
childhood friends! theyāve stuck by each other through a Lot of shit. beau had that stereotypical rich kid upbringing so ducking out with his friends was about the only thing keeping him somewhat normal. even now that heās doing the whole dad-business-owner-nervous-wreck thing, theyāre close. he makes time for them. or they just show up who knows honestly both are probably true.
did you wanna hear my voice / or have i just lost my mind? / did you call me last night?Ā
any gender, 26-31
love a good exes plot. beauās had a lot going on for a While and maybe that didnāt make him the best partner. heās also got a thing about the people he dates meeting wyatt, and how long heāll keep them completely separate. it doesnāt mean he doesnāt care about his partner, he just has his reasons. not to mention heās kind of married to his work and sometimes heās too emotionally constipated for his own good. heās not winning any partner of the year awards here, but he does care. caringās not always enough, though, is it?
