Alvaro Perrez

ALVARO MICHEL PERREZ

Character full name: Alvaro Perrez Age: 40 Gender: cis male Pronouns: he/him Occupation: Journalist Neighbourhood: Pine Falls Face claim: Oscar Isaac

BIO: 

roan was lost. lost lost. lost like he had long since forgotten how he had gotten to this place that had gotten him lost, leaving him unable to retrace his steps to find something, anything that might look familiar. he was frustrated, annoyed with himself, and not paying attention. he had completely given up, stopping to light a smoke for himself, when he felt a large, heavy force collide with his shoulder and knock him off balance. his feet quickly caught him, and he only stumbled slightly before correcting himself. “you’re good, dude. i’m all good. well no, i’m not good, but it’s not your fault.” he sighed, taking a puff off the cigarette in his hand and exhaling slowly. he glanced from the lit smoke to the man who’d run into him with a guilty smile. “don’t tell the wife.” he hummed, only slightly teasing, as he flicked the ash into the gutter. “any chance you know where i can find this place?” roan held his phone forth, towards the man, showing him an address tucked away inside a text thread with roan’s better half.

Mish wasn’t watching where she was going and that seemed pretty obvious when the two figures collided. She gasped, her eyes looking up at the man. “Shit.” They said almost in unison. “No… that was me.” She sighed, her eyes looking over the man. “Sorry just frickin Halloween i swear. There are so many kids on the streets and i’m just not looking where i’m going.”

Hearing the expletive from the other come forth at nearly the same time as his own brought an immediate grin to Alvaro’s face. Inwardly, he was grateful he’d run into someone who wasn’t uptight about that sort of thing. “Please, no need to take on all the responsibility. I should have been looking as well.” Slowly, his lips spread into a grin. “Not a fan of the holiday?” He asked, his inquisitive nature beginning to bleed into the conversation.

Harriet felt like she spent her life rushing about. Though she liked things that way, she crossed the road as she headed towards the stores when she had to stop suddenly. The taller man was stood inches from her on the sidewalk. “I’m okay, yeah. You didn’t actually hit me. Good reflexes,” she joked lightly. “Are you okay?

Taking a small step back, Alvaro ran his eyes over the other, reassuring himself that he miraculously hadn’t managed to cause undue chaos or bodily harm. Once he was satisfied he brought his eyes back up to meet hers. “Good, good. While I enjoy kidding myself into thinking I’ve mastered the art of being graceful, the facts remain.” Chuckling, he shook his head a bit. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I am quite sure it is you who deserves the lion’s share of the credit there. I am fine, though, thank you for asking.” Pausing, his eyes bounced to the coffee shop down the street. “Allow me to offer you a cup of coffee, to make up for my blunder.”

Stepping out of the library, Alvaro took in a breath, slipping his sunglasses back onto his face as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder. Maple Creek was new to him, though ultimately appeared obviously similar to so many of the places he’d found himself over the years. Stepping towards the sidewalk, Alvaro very nearly ran directly into an oncoming figure. “Shit.” He muttered, taking a step back. “One day I’ll learn to watch where I’m walking. Are you alright?”

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The solicitors looking to buy out his grandparents take the land their house was on were getting bolder. Ben had already had to change their landline number a few times and had worked to get a fence enacted around the property so they weren’t knocking day in and day out. He was sure he had seen them attending the local bingo games his grandmother would attend and waiting to talk to his grandfather when he did his couple of shifts a month at at the Maddison wellness center.

On edge already, he had got it in his head that he was being followed as he walked back with groceries.

Ben stopped abruptly, turning quickly to confront the person. “If this is about the house, we’re not selling!” He yelled before realizing it wasn’t a solicitor. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

It seemed that since the fire, near everyone had been on edge. To be fair, Alvaro couldn’t blame them. Between the threat of the campground’s impending closure and the recent fire, leading to the virtual destruction of City Hall, the feeling of foreboding permeating the air in Maple Creek made perfect sense. 

In truth, he hadn’t been meaning to follow anyone. He’d simply been walking, lost in his own thoughts, turning the information he’d already gathered over in his mind again and again, as journalists were known to do. Alvaro couldn’t help but to ask himself if he’d missed something, or if there truly was no connection between the tragic events of the week, and the events of years ago. When the man in front of him turned, snapping in his direction, Alvaro stopped in his tracks, the look of shock evident on his face. 

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“With your support we can start on the hard work of restoring City Hall. It’s not just a building but our shared history and every little bit will help restore City Hall so that it can continue standing for our children’s children.” Birdie was proselytizing on the street in front of the City Hall. She’d been contacted by a few people who were working on a fundraiser. “If not the building then consider donating some money to the families of those who were hurt in the flames.” She said, ringing a bell to get as many people’s attention as possible.

“You’re going to donate, right?” Birdie said to the person who had approached.

Despite how it may have looked, Alvaro hadn’t left his home that day intending to “get the scoop”. Naturally, he was aware of the fire that had claimed the majority of Maple Creek’s City Hall, and the reporter inside him itched to begin sniffing around. Still, he’d managed to keep the feelings at bay, insisting to himself that things were still too raw for him to go asking any kind of questions. So, he’d settled for a walk around town instead. He heard Birdie before he saw her, though she came quickly into view. Alvaro smiled, grin nearly reaching his eyes as he raised a hanf in greeting, before making his way over. 

The sun was out and Jonah wanted an early start to the day. He’d decided to shut the store that morning and got his stuff ready to go for a hike. Fixing his bag on his bag, he looking up as he saw someone approaching. “Good morning. I was just about to go for a hike,” he said, pointing in the direction of the old path. “You interested?”

Early morning walks- or, early morning anything, really- hadn’t ever been Alvaro’s cup of tea. Throughout his childhood, his mother half-bragged, half-complained about his ability to sleep through any disaster, natural or otherwise. This morning had proven to be different, however. After a night of tossing and turning, Alvaro had decided to give in to his restless mind, and get up. He’d chosen to take a stroll through town, with no real destination in mind, when he came across Jonah, preparing for departure. Alvaro smiled, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a bit before shrugging. “Generally, I would have to say no to hiking before I’ve had my customary 1,000 calorie breakfast. But...You’re in luck. I am free, and a hike couldn’t sound better.”

Birdie would not admit she had overdone it that night, and remembered very little about what she sang, her drunk mind having mostly just remembered the tall, dark and handsome man. She looked away, “Oh, stop. You’re just saying that so I don’t kick you out of the the best seat in the festival.” She teased.

“Of course you did, but don’t worry stick around and you can make up for it. I think we’re supposed to get an American Idol runner up after this act. And the show of the night is apparently a famous surprise.”

Grinning, Alvaro gave her a quick once-over as she glanced away, chewing the inside of his cheek as he willed himself not to blush. Ultimately, he was just pleased she seemed to remember him- he wasn’t certain how much she had consumed that night, and had since wondered if she would think of him as a stranger the next time they met. “You caught me.” Alvaro teased back, raising his palms in front of him innocently. “Really though, I thought your performances were great. Do you perform there often?” He asked curiously. 

Passing of the Torch // Ray and Alvaro

Ray had bought an old beat up truck from one of the locals, perfect for lugging building materials back and forth to his little motel. Now it was empty save for a box labeled with something unintelligible on the outside (Ray’s filing system was intricate and obtuse so only he could decipher all his old boxes filled with research material).

Ray parked and sent off a quick text to Alvaro that he was outside, before climbing out and retrieving the box. He shuffled to the front door, the box a little heavy but mostly cumbersome and he yelled out for the man to open the door, so he didn’t have to put it down.

“Yo, Perrez. Open your door!”

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Since arriving in Maple Creek, Alvaro had found himself embroiled in research related to the fire that had taken place several years before. When it had happened, he became aware of the event through Ray, an old and dear friend who he’d had the pleasure of working with on more than a few occasions. Over the years, the two had shifted various territories, but no matter what, they had always come out friends. When Ray texted to say he was heading over with a box of his own research and notes, Alvaro had begun to clean the place up in a flurry of movement, stopping only at the sound of his phone alerting him to a message. 

Before Alvaro could respond, or even get to the door fully, Ray had already arrived on the stoop, his voice carrying as he shouted to get Alvaro’s attention. Tossing the door open, he shook his head as a grin spread on his face. “Have you no patience?” He asked, a teasing glimmer in his eye. “Wait, don’t answer that. I already know the answer.” Jerking his head back, Alvaro stepped aside, giving the other silent permission to enter. His eyes fell to the box in Ray’s arms, and he chuckled. “If you wanted to move in you could have just asked.”

Marcus gave a polite wave as he approached the other. “Hey, how did you enjoy the festival? I mean, if you did at all?” he laughed gently. “But humour me, how was my show? Did I do it justice? I’m all ears.” He smiled. “Shout you a coffee? I’m about to get one myself.”

Seeing the other man approaching, Alvaro lifted his own hand, squinting a bit as he attempted to make out who was coming towards him. By the time the other man was standing next to him, the Journalist had managed to place him. “Hello! Oddly enough, I did. I initially did not intend to spend much time there, however I found myself going back.” Alvaro paused, searching his memory for the answer to the others’ question. “Your show....Yes! You were quite the hit, I thoroughly enjoyed your performance myself. I would say you more than did things justice.” He finished, flashing a smile. “I am a Journalist, my friend. I say that to say, I will never say no to the offer of coffee. Tell me about yourself; did you enjoy the festival?

@maplecstarters​

Normally this would be Birdie’s jam. The lights, the music, the opportunity for karaoke, but she was not into it tonight. Her parents always had a personal tent rented out for the event, whether they attended or not, a way to support the local music scene, so Birdie was hanging out in the plush seating with chilled wine, with one of the best views and not enjoying it a bit. 

Thankfully she spotted someone she knew and popped up waving them over. “Oh yoo-hoo! Darling, join me for a bit. The next act is about to start!”

By no intention of his own, Alvaro managed to find himself in what appeared to be the more plush area of the event. His eyes scanned the crowd, and he smiled and nodded politely at several people surrounding him. It didn’t take long for his eyes to fall upon a familiar figure. It seemed that Birdie spotted him at the same time, and he lifted a hand in greeting when she raised her own. 

Harriet laughed, waving the other person towards her. “This is my vibe. Music, alcohol and embarrassing my ten year old son by being that mom,” she joked as she swayed along to the music. “How is the day treating you?”

As far as town-wide events went, Alvaro found himself experiencing conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the Journalist in him felt a pull towards events such as the Music Festival. Yet, on the other hand, he himself felt no real desire to attend. Still, he’d gone, if only to get himself out of the house and to distract himself from seemingly constant thoughts about the fire, and all the research he’d managed to do. Before being waved over by a nearby festival-goer, Alvaro had been standing by idly, hands tucked into his pockets, doing nothing more than people watching. “It doesn’t sound like a bad vibe to have.” He chuckled, stepping towards her. Shrugging, he glanced at the group gathered beside them briefly before returning his eyes to hers. “Fairly well, all things considered. I did realize I’ve been cooped up for far too long, which is what brought me here. And what of your day?”

Mish chuckled slightly at the man’s words, they were delivered with such confidence and finesse she almost believed them. He was good at his job; that was for sure. “Perhaps wherever you’re from… but in Maple Creek. These things don’t happen. Dr Roper was just old… i bet he’s left the rest of the records at his house. I’ll have someone go take a look before we start jumping to any wild conspiracy theories. Don’t you think that’s wise?” She quirked an eyebrow. “The pleasure is mine. I’m Dr Basu. I work in the clinic.” 

At the Doctor’s words, Alvaro cocked an eyebrow, studying both her expression and her words as she spoke them. “That’s an interesting take on things. So, just to get this straight, what you’re asserting is that nothing strange, weird, odd, out of the ordinary, or potentially sinister could ever happen here, simply because it’s Maple Creek? I must say, I’m surprised anyone of your caliber would fool themselves into thinking an explanation like that would suffice, simply because it seems you don’t want to discuss something. I’m surprised you haven’t launched into further detail about what exactly it is that keeps Maple Creek specifically immune from any of those aforementioned anomalies.” Though his expression remained relaxed and his tone casual, there was a definite sense of challenge in his words. “What’s next, Dr. Basu? Will you attempt to convince me the Island sits atop a hellmouth? Or, perhaps, is protected by some sort of ancient magic?” 

“Spoil-sport. Karaoke isn’t about being perfect, you know.” Birdie said, with a pout, but it didn’t last when he complimented her. “Well, of course they are. I know how to carry myself on a stage.” She said, feeling full of hot air, but the stage was seeming less and less appealing now that she really got a good look at the man.

“On, the other hand maybe I should let someone else have a go. I’ve already sang like three songs.”

“Seven.” Grumbled the bartender as he deposited her drink in front of her. “We’re wrapping it up soon anyway.” He informed Birdie.

“Oh no, I guess, I’m stuck here at the bar then.” She said, with a flirty smile. 

Alvaro’s eyebrows raised at the woman’s pout, the corners of his lips turning slightly upward in amusement. “Perhaps not, but I have never been the sort of man who did things I didn’t trust I would excel at. Call it a competitive spirit, or a fear of judgement, but either way all roads lead to the same place.” Alvaro paused, taking a sip from the beer bottle in front of him before turning back to his new companion. “That much is obvious. You’re clearly a pro. Have you considered entering a karaoke competition?” He asked, cocking his head into a full-on grin. 

Giving a shrug, he glanced around at the other patrons littered around the bar. “Eh, perhaps. Then again, one look at this crowd tells me they’re all in desperate need of some quality entertainment.” Chuckling, he shook his head slowly. “I’m not being facetious either, for the record. You have a nice voice, and you clearly know how to have fun. It’s the perfect combination.” 

The bartender gave his grumble and Alvaro shot the man a look before commenting, “You know, discouraging your patrons from partaking in enjoyable activities isn’t the most appropriate way to go about securing return business. Just a suggestion.” Smiling, he turned back to Birdie. 

“So it seems. Though, I cannot say I am disappointed.” He said, leaning in a bit. “How rude of me, I do not believe I have introduced myself just yet. My name is Alvaro Perrez. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Flirting wasn’t anything that had ever come naturally to Alvaro, though he could be incredibly charming when he wanted to be. And, in this particular situation, he most certainly wanted to be.

Mish was a little uncomfortable with the journalist seemingly making notes, although it wasn’t like there was anything to make notes about. The records and all but disappeared. “Interesting…” She flicked through again, double checking. “I’m sure it’s a coincidence.. things like this don’t happen.” 

Alvaro’s eyes moved to land on the woman he’d begun talking with, taking mental note of her expression, and her tone as she spoke. “I’m generally not an argumentative man, but in this case I’ll have to beg to differ.” Cocking an eyebrow, he shifted a bit to face her more fully. “They do. They just usually don’t bode well. That seems to be a fact you’re familiar with as well.” He continued. “I’m not trying to overstep any bounds here, I’m just interested in gathering information. Same as you, it looks like, or else you wouldn’t be worried about trying to find zebras because you’ve seen a hoofprint.” He mused. “I’m Alvaro, by the way. Alvaro Perrez. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’

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“I’m dedicating this song to anyone who has been going through it lately. YOU” She pointed into the crowd. “Are a survivor.” Birdie said, giving a preamble to her karaoke song before joining in with the track and singing a sloppy version of Survivor by Destiny’s Child.

She was tipsy, or as she would put it, having fun and she bounded off of the stage back to the bar when the song finished. She asked the bartender for a French 75 . “Next song, we should totally do a duet!” She said, to the person next to her.

Surprisingly, in his younger years, bars hadn’t been anywhere near Alvaro’s favorite hangout spots. While his friends had always seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, he himself hadn’t truly been able to see the point. It didn’t help that, at the time, he took himself far too seriously to even consider any sort of debauchery to be fun, or intriguing. His later years, however, told a different story. Somehow, over the years, Alvaro had taken to frequenting establishments similar to the one he currently found himself in, especially when he had new ideas brewing, or found himself chewing on some specific bit of information. Having barely registered the karaoke performance, he was startled when the woman made her way to a bar stool next to him, her voice managing to break through his concentration on the notes in front of him. “A duet?” Alvaro repeated, raising his eyebrows as he gave her a once-over. “As grateful as I am for the offer, I’m unfortunately going to have to pass. It’s better that way, trust me. Your ears, and the other patrons, will thank you tremendously. I’m sure the entire place is looking forward to an encore from you, however.”