carry on

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: DEAN HOLLIS PRONUNCIATION: DEEN HAHL-IS MEANING: VALLEY REASONING: HIS MOM WAS A BIG FAN OF JAMES DEAN NICKNAME(S): D, HOLLIS, GOLDEN BOY PREFERRED NAME(S): DEAN BIRTH DATE: OCTOBER 26TH 1957 AGE: 25 ZODIAC: SCORPIO GENDER: MALE PRONOUNS: HE/HIM ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: HETERO-ROMANTIC  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: MICHIGAN HOMETOWN: LETUM FALLS SOCIAL CLASS: MIDDLE SPECIES: HUMAN FATHER: DENNIS MOTHER: BARBARA SIBLING(S):  SUSANNA, CANDACE, ANNMARIE  BIRTH ORDER: OLDEST PET(S): HIS FAMILY HAS 2 DOGS OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: N/A PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: SEVERAL CURRENT RELATIONSHIP: TECHNICALLY LEE ARRESTS?: NONE PRISON TIME?: NONE

OCCUPATION & INCOME

SOURCE OF INCOME: PRO FOOTBALL PLAYER CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: YES MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: HIS TRUCK

SKILLS & ABILITIES

TALENTS: SPORTS DRIVE?: YES JUMP-STAR A CAR?: YES CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: YES RIDE A BICYCLE?: CAN, DOESN’T SWIM?: YES PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: HE CAN PLAY BASIC GUITAR CHORDS PLAY CHESS?: NO BRAID HAIR?: YES TIE A TIE?: YES PICK A LOCK?: YES

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: AARON JOHNSON EYE COLOR: GREY HAIR COLOR: BROWN HAIR TYPE/STYLE: CURLY-ISH GLASSES/CONTACTS?: NO DOMINANT HAND: RIGHT HEIGHT: 6′ WEIGHT: 180 LB BUILD: ATHLETIC / MUSCLE TATTOOS: NONE PEIRCINGS: NONE MARKS/SCARS: A BUNCH FROM A LIFETIME OF SPORTS AND ROUGH HOUSING NOTABLE FEATURES: HE’S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL USUAL EXPRESSION: AMUSED ALLERGIES: NONE DIETARY RESTRICTIONS: NEEDS TO MAINTAIN HIS PHYSIQUE PHYSICAL AILMENTS: NONE AT THE MOMENT

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: NEUTRAL GOOD ELEMENT: FIRE MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: ONE OF HIS TEACHERS THOUGHT HE SHOWED SIGNS OF HAVING ADHD BUT HE WAS NEVER TESTED AND SEEMS TO HAVE GROWN OUT OF IT ADDICTION(S): NONE DRUG USE: NOT ALLOWED ANYMORE BUT HE USED TO SMOKE WEED ALCOHOL USE: MODERATE PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: OUTSIDE OF FOOTBALL, NOT USUALLY. BUT IF HIS WORDS DON’T WORK SOMETIMES HIS FISTS DO

MANNERISMS

HOBBIES: SPORTS NERVOUS TICKS / HABITS: DEAN HOLLIS DOESN’T GET NERVOUS FEARS: DOESN’T LIKE LARGE BODIES OF WATER POSITIVE TRAITS:  CHARISMATIC, CARING, PERCEPTIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: CAN BE TACTLESS, PHLEGMATIC CURSING?: SOMETIMES

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: SPORTS ANIMAL: HORSE BEVERAGE: BEER BOOK: THE CLOSEST HE GOT TO READING OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL WAS COMICS AND CHILDREN’S BOOKS TO HIS SISTERS COLOR: BLUE FOOD: BBQ FLOWER: HE DOESN’T PAY ATTENTION TO FLOWERS BUT HIS MOM LIKES MARIGOLDS GEM: “WHAT THE FUCK IS A GEM?” HOLIDAY: FOURTH OF JULY MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: HIS TRUCK QUOTE/SAYING: IF YOU’RE NOT ANGRY, YOU’RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION SCENERY: FOOTBALL FIELD GENERAL SCENT: FRESH CUT GRASS PERSONAL SCENT: MOSTLY DEODORANT AND COLOGNE SPORT: FOOTBALL DUH WEATHER: FOOTBALL WEATHER

ATTITUDES

dean pondered what would be the best route. he didn’t really know what he was looking for. there were plenty of possible reasons as to what bez could be having come back from the dead. as far as dean knew, none of them were supposed to be possible. but then again, there were plenty of things in this town recently that didn’t seem to be possible. “i think i’ll take one of those all in one books and then uh... got anythin’ on uh- ones that come back from the dead?”

"well really, i should be the one asking the questions. i haven’t been here for more than a week in five years. has this kind of stuff been going on while i was gone? i don’t remember anything like this happening before i left so what changed? what are the cops saying? the mayor?” he was rambling and part of him assumed it was because he was trying to avoid the question but at the same time he did want answers.

“ what you did to her… ”  teejay’s no stranger to dean’s love for his vehicle, so that phrasing gets him worried. he’s half ready to ask, but dean’s already walkin’ toward the truck and he assumes it’s only a matter of showin’. so he trails just a few steps behind, tuckin’ the rag back into his pocket. he’s caught off guard by dean’s question –– it takes a few breaths to come up with a viable answer.

it doesn’t take him back to the woods. it doesn’t make him think of the slick, warm goop coilin’ down his fingers. drippin’ from his lips. still fresh on his tongue.

“ fine, ”  he manages to say, addin’ a light shrug. teejay nods the go-ahead; wait too long and he’ll think too much. “ let’s see it. ”

dean took a deep breath and opened the door. he didn’t bother looking at it, he already knew what it looked like; it was forever imprinted in his brain, along with bez’s body. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think the death had taken place in his truck. he stepped out of the way so teejay could see. 

“whatdya think? any way to make it look like i didn’t murder her back seat or should i just get the whole thing re-upholstered?”

his back tensed slightly. the fair. what happened at the fair? he’d really like an answer to that himself. “like uh- what i saw or... ” what was he supposed to say? that he watched bez die and carried his body into his truck and then into his house only for the kid to end up... whatever the hell he was now? that this was not the first weird shit dean had seen in this town? no, none of that was going to go over well.

“ ha. you’re tellin’ me. ”  his cover’s a few seconds delayed –– like he’s forgotten he’ll never lose the veil here.  “ reckon that’s what my dad felt. ”  this whole town’s got eyes like hawks; they’ve got multiple marks on ferris feller’s son, like his pockets might be full of answers.

“ guess all them free drinks ain’t cuttin’ it any longer. ”  brooks doesn’t watch football, never did. but he knows enough ‘bout what it’s like to be on the other side, to never be able to fully step off the field. “ ever miss it ? ”  a beat. “ havin’ the rights to your own name ? ”

if dean weren’t drunk, and perhaps a bit smarter, he would’ve noticed that when brooks spoke, he was accidentally revealing himself. but he was, therefore it all went right over his head.  

“dunno, haven’t had that since long before i went pro.” he called out for another beer and looked at his empty one. “the one good thing this town prepared me for was bein’ a celebrity. but the pay is way better out there.” he pointed his bottle toward the door.

he stood and blinked at the other for a moment as he looked at the shelves. looked like whatever he was searching for wasn’t there. then he elaborated. “supernatural mythology? oh! i think… we have a couple but most of the stuff here is uh.. greek gods and whatnot. greek mythology. lot of it’s in latin. but uh…” he crouched, pulling out a few books with dark covers. “supernatural lore. this sort of thing?”

dean nodded, though he really had no idea what this guy was talking about. but it probably didn’t help that dean didn’t really know exactly what he was looking for. when he mentioned supernatural lore, dean’s eyes snapped down to where he was crouched. 

“yeah, lore, that might be it.” he assumed this type of lore was the same as the kind of lore in folklore. “is it all in one or do they have different books?”

@leeveit

lee was doin’ oil paintin’ today. kind of a therapy—they were one of the first things she learned. or, rather, taught herself. long before school. her daddy bought them for her when she was ten years old. she thought her heart might burst she was so excited. 

 she’s full to burstin’ today, too, except it’s all ‘cause of dean. she’s happy for him, excited, but the thought of seein’ him off into a new life, the kind she dreams of every night... it’s a lot to handle. and obviously she left every rational thought behind in bed when she woke up this morning. now she’s got the wanton feelings she’s been pressin’ down ever since he told her he got signed. 

 she’s proud of him. more jealous than she wants to admit. and filled with a weird little happiness, all tangled up in the back of her spine, that she can’t get rid of. 

 she s’poses it ain’t the worst feelin’ she could have about all this. and she breaks into a giant grin when she sees him walkin’ down the sidewalk towards her. she hops off the porch and runs over, barefoot in the street, and wraps her arms around him. who cares if she’s covered in paint? “hey, how excited are you!! big city kid now, all fancy,” she beams up at him, the happy feelin’ expanding. “I’m gonna see you on tv real soon, aint I?”

dean hollis doesn't get nervous, it's never been his style. and no one could prove otherwise, because even if he did get nervous, no one would ever be able to tell. and on the off chance that he might've been slightly nervous walking up the holmes' driveway, even a vampire who could hear his heart in his chest wouldn't notice anything off about his heartbeat. until, of course, he looks up and catches lee as she flings herself at him. 

 she's grinning and it's terribly hard not to grin back, though it does sink his heart a bit. he's leaving and no one has any idea for how long, so why is she smiling? why is he smiling? 

 "yeah, alright," he laughs, wrapping one of his arms around her head, smothering her face into his shirt before releasing her. "so you're gonna watch me on tv then?" he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "is it for the football or 'cause i'm a babe?"

he’s workin’ on its underbody when a customer comes. he recognizes the familiar purr of that engine before they even start speakin’. teejay sets his tools aside and guides the creeper out from beneath the maltreated vehicle, lips already upturnin’ in an amused smile.

“ haw haw. i’ll take the liberty of tellin’ her you say hi, ”  he retorts with a fond roll of his eyes. as he brushes russet locks from his eyes, he deposits a lil dirt on his forehead. “ not that it ain’t good t’see you, hollis, but i was hopin’ i wouldn’t have t’see you… ”  he’s worked on dean’s truck enough to know she’s got good bones, despite her senior fickleness. the mechanic rises to his feet and tips his chin toward ole reliable, wipin’ his hands on a rag he pulls from his back pocket.

“ any idea what’s troublin’ her ? ” 

"i could tell her myself but then she’d leave your ass and i don’t know that i want to be responsible for that. i mean if you were any other guy, maybe. so basically what i guess i’m saying is, you’re welcome.” he grins, tousling teejay’s hair.

“mmm luckily it’s nothin’ wrong with her...” he turns his attention and body to his truck. “it’s uh-” he rubs the back of his neck, “what i did to her...” 

he headed toward the truck figuring out how he could put this delicately; the fact that he’d gotten blood all over the inside of his truck and that nothing he tried seemed to be getting rid of the stain. and that every time lee looked at it she looked like she was gonna be sick... 

he stopped before opening the door. “how’re you with uh- blood?”

–– @goldeanboy​ !

they both ain’t strangers to the ins ‘n outs of athletic fame. maybe that’s what keeps brooks from hoppin’ one seat over when the bartop gains another patron. calloused fingers tap against their current prize –– the closest thing to ballantine this dive’s got to offer. he feels it squirmin’ in his center, the compulsion to relate. but here, in ‘82 ?  he ain’t ferris feller no more.

“ must be shit, ”  he deadpans instead, glancin’ over at his unwitting parallel. cue a pensive sip. on round four, even the man of fewest words becomes an amateur conversationalist. 

“ just when y’get back the town flips its fuckin’ wig. some welcome fanfare, eh ? ”

dean tried to fight the snort but it came out anyway. he’d been drinking for awhile but had run out at home and this place was closer than the supermarket.

“at least i don’t hafta call it borin’ anymore.” the joke was dry. after the whole thanksgiving ordeal, he wanted desperately for it to go back to being boring so he could go back to his life and not feel guilty about leaving. 

“maybe it’s my fault. what i get for leavin’-” he took a swig of beer and then tilted the bottle at brooks. “or maybe for comin’ back. you’d think it’d be nicer to me y’know, after all i fuckin’ did for it.”

it had been a quiet day so far. mind you, most days were quiet in letum read. quincy liked the quiet though, usually taking full advantage of it to organise the books properly, put up displays, file some paperwork. at the moment though, he was perched on the stool behind the counter, a pencil in hand and sketching on the back of some receipt paper. 

“hey!” he looked up, smiling warmly. “yeah, course.” quin nodded, setting down his pencil and swinging round his legs to stand up. “just general or is there a specific aspect of mythology you want?” he asked as he gestured for him to follow, moving between the shelves till he got to the section, patting the shelf with his fingertips. 

“oh uh- does it matte?r or is it all in the same general area?” dean didn’t really want to say what he was looking for if he didn’t have to. he followed him, looking around as if he were somewhere he didn’t belong and might get caught. 

he scanned the place where quincy had pointed, not seeing what he was looking for. to be fair, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for. 

“y’got any supernatural mythology?” 

dean had lived in letum falls for nineteen years and it had taken him five years of being away to ever go into letum read. he didn’t do much reading growing up unless it was for school, and even then he didn’t really. he looked around the bookstore like he’d just stepped onto another planet. luckily, he recognized the person behind the counter. 

"hey, maybe you could help me out with something,” he rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of proper bookstore etiquette. “i’m looking for a book on mythology?”

dean had been home for over a month and nearly everything was a reminder of why he didn’t come back here. people stopping him on the street to tell him things about himself like he didn’t know. god, that was probably why susanna couldn’t stand him anymore and he didn’t blame her. and the shit that seemed to be going on in this town, he didn’t trust that it wouldn’t happen again. and if he wasn’t here the first time? he didn’t want to think about that. 

he shook it out of his head as he drove his truck up to the only place he trusted with it. he’d bought a new one when he left and his dad had brought this one back for him for safe keeping. he got out and walked over to the pair of legs hanging out from the bottom of a car, leaning himself against the nearest wall.

“that’s a good look for you vanetten, but does georgia know you’re cheatin’ on her with a cadillac?”