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Wanted Connections

Main Connections

The Ex-Lover: This is the one that ruined Aris’ life and reputation. He was supposed to stay quiet, but after many fights, the man had to show up at Aris’ house and show his wife all the texts, pictures, and other discriminatory things the two men had been doing for months. 

The Drug Dealer: This is the one who knows everything about Aris. They are “friends” but only in a take-take relationship. These two don’t ever associate in public.

FWB: Aris is not looking for a relationship, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have needs. [Note: Has to be male because Aris is homosexual]

Other Connections

Friends, business partners, enemies, and anything you want

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OOC Post

Definitely looking for some plots.

Can be related to the event, but doesn’t have to.

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noblcsse‌:

“Do you want the full answer? If so, I gotta warn you— might take all night.” Her eyes opened as she spoke, head tilting to acknowledge the stranger’s presence. Her nose twitched at the smell in the air, but she made no comment on it, instead describing more of what lay behind her choice. “She was just the kind of woman who really flew above all her peers, y’know? And you’ve got me curious; what kinda thought did you put into your costume, officer?”

“Please do. I’m here all night, anyways. But for me, I’m boring and predictable, but have a wild side sometimes,” Aris replied with a laugh, turning slightly to let her view the pink, fuzzy handcuffs strapped to his belt. “Don’t ask me to arrest you. I lost the key, so that would be an adventure you would have to navigate yourself.”

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goldcnhands‌:

“I really don’t care one way or another.” Shahira replied, waving their hand dismissively at the topic altogether. They were honestly too drunk for it. “Both scare the shit out of me, anyway.”

“It’s safe to assume that Halloween is not your thing?”

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cywreck‌:

Cyrek squinted his eyes when he brought up The Hills Have Eyes, registering what he was talking about in his mind, running his tongue across his lower lip before bringing his glass to his lips again. “Sure, until The Weeknd turned it into a hit song. I’d argue The Hills Have Eyes is similar to if a Time Machine weren’t in a different fuckin’ dimension.” Finishing his glass and ordering another, feeling he should stop drinking after this one, he listened to the other man ramble on, ruffling his black hair. Truthfully, he didn’t have much of the books to compare King’s movies to with rarely finding the time to read anymore, but he had been picking it back up slightly whenever he was at his girlfriend’s place to spend the night or two. “Mm, not all of the movies are good… Wes Craven has had some equally shitty movies though. And hey, ghosts are totally fuckin’ real, for the record. If we’re talkin’ about how realistic Wes Craven is, I think I’d say John Carpenter is scarier, but Stephen King also released Creepshow. Those collection of mini-stories he put out were scary as shit, I had to stop watchin’.” Cyrek spent time watching movies over anything else when he had free time to relax and watch something. Tapping his long fingernails on the glass, he laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, you kinda are. She loves Stephen King. Way more than I do. Anythin’ Halloween. This is the perfect party for her,” he commented, smiling to himself and swirling the drink in his glass. Speaking of girlfriend, he should probably find her soon.

“I guess we will just have to agree to disagree,” Aris replied, lifting up his glass as if toasting. His vision was a bit blurred, and he knew a few more drinks would leave him completely blacked out. But, Halloween meant drunken shenanigans, though, he wasn’t entirely sure what he had planned for the evening. He came to the nightclub alone, and he would more than likely leave it alone. Not that it mattered much. He was a private man, and he loved to observe more than anything. He did notice the twitchy looks the other man was giving as he scanned the crowd. Maybe his girlfriend has wandered off?

“I don’t watch too many horror films. Really just the classics, where it was just cheesy and filled with death puns. When I was a bit younger, the Crypt Keeper use to terrify me, but it was kind of sedated after Elvira came into play.” He chuckled and held out his hand. “I’m Aris, by the way.”

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heynaomi‌:

NAOMI RAISED HER EYEBROWS AT ARIS’ ARGUMENT, shaking her head slightly. “i’m far more familiar with the movies. you have a point, nightmare on elm street is scarier. king always messes with my head, though, which is far more terrifying. don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I don’t read much either. I’ve tried to read one King book, and I always feel like an outcast when I say this, but he was just too long-winded for me. I have a short attention span.” Aris laughed and swirled his drink. “And I guess it depends on the person. I’m more frightened by visuals. This head of mine can usually assess things better than my eyes can, so I assume my argument is just really a matter of opinion.”

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noblcsse‌:

Event Starter || pre-fire || open/accepting

Words couldn’t describe how thankful Lina was for the cool air against her skin. Fright Night continued to rage on inside the club, and while she had a pleasant time marveling at every decoration and every costume that graced her sight, she couldn’t deny that she needed this (second) break. Her eyes remained closed, but in the instant that she felt someone approaching, she couldn’t help but speak up.

“Great party, right?”

“Quite,” Aris replied softly as he placed a cigarette on the end of his lips. The lighter took a few times to catch, but eventually, he was able to lit the end and exhale smoke. He looked the girl over twice, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he did so. “You took a lot more thought into your costume than I did. Interesting. What made you choose Amelia?”

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cywreck‌:

“Now hold on just a fuckin’ second! Stephen King is superior even if he’s probably not writin’ his own shit anymore! If my girlfriend heard you say that, she might kick your ass. How can you soil Stephen King’s name like that? Pet Sematary is the spirit of Halloween practically. Wes Craven didn’t even write Nightmare on Elm Street! It was just a screenplay.” Cyrek was the worst person Aris could have possibly chosen to get into a debate with. This was the hey, how great would it be if our life was like Mamma Mia and we ran away to Greece debate all over again where Cyrek had essentially blown his top as a Greek about how financially fucked over the country was. “This is like comparin’ apples to oranges. IT is fuckin’ terrifyin’- killer clowns? Fuckin’ terrifyin’. Freddy Krueger is iconic, just not as terrifyin’ as a fuckin’ clown. Besides, Wes Craven did Scream too and that trilogy is a fuckin’ disgrace.”

“But, you got to remember he also did The Hills Have Eyes, which was disturbingly terrifying.” Aris smiled as he downed a shot, listening to the other carry on with his opinion, particularly laughing at the part of a girlfriend kicking his ass. “I think you misheard me. Or I said something wrong. I’m not saying that King is not an icon in horror, but the movies based on his books are not all that great. I feel like they could have more of a punch to it, but Stephen King writes supernatural most of the time. So, werewolves...spider-alien clowns....twin girl ghosts in a hallway. All fake. Nothing you can take home with you and make you think it’s truly real. Now, take cannibals, murderers, and other human deviousness. That’s Wes Craven.”

Aris ordered another shot and gripped the small glass with his fingers. He knew he was walking into a devil’s den, but he was also the type to enjoy a good debate, unless it brought on fists. “I guess I’m glad that your girlfriend is not around. I think I’m too tipsy to even defend myself.”

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welcometotheforrest‌:

Forrest bit the inside of his cheek. He could not believe what he was hearing. “That is…incorrect. The thing that makes King’s work so scary is that fear of the unknown, and is also strays away from the whole ‘teens versus spooky monster’ trope that is very over done. His work is revolutionary. And,” Forrest continued, taking a deep breath, “It seems that you are basing this off of the movies, because The Nightmare on Elm Street is not a book, and the film versions of a lot of King’s books were not written by him. Maybe go, I dunno, read some books and we can have this conversation.”

“I don’t read,” Aris replied with a laugh and took another sip of his drink. He turned back to the man with even more interest. “So, I can only base it on the movies. The point of horror is that it should scare me. Unfortunately, while I love Tim Curry, the movie was cheap, and Nightmare on Elm Street had more striking visuals that were designed to induce panic. Wes Craven makes you feel like you are in danger. Stephen King makes you think that you are in danger. See the difference? I’m not saying King’s work isn’t terrible, so don’t get me wrong. I need a bit more excitement, is all.”

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ARISTON LOCKHART

Character Information//TW: Drugs

Nickname: Aris Age: 40 Birthdate: November 14 Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Ariston was born in San Diego to an upper-middle class family. His mother made a living by selling glass sculptures and singing in night clubs, and his father worked in a law firm as an attorney. He received high marks in school, and he moved away to Connecticut to attend business school, where he received his masters in international marketing and managing.

After college, he moved back to San Diego for only a short time, where he married and soon after, he fathered three children (two daughters and a son). Things seemed to be going well, as he began his small business selling erotic items and novels in his basement, and his savvy ideas and intelligence caused him to rise amongst the ranks of the industry.

Despite the seemingly perfect life, Aris had an issue with hiding things from his family. He was an avid cocaine user, and some of the “business trips” he went on were to engage in sexual affairs with men. Soon, the ruse came to air when one of his ex-lovers outted him, and thus, after a long divorce trial, he was separated from his wife.

Six months later, he moved to Treeville to work from home and to start a new, normal life, but of course, with his past history of drug use and misconducts, he is sure that it would not last.

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aureliaking‌:

“ if he didn’t want to get punched he shouldn’t have started chasing me with a chainsaw ?! i’ve seen enough slasher films to know that the really good serial killers hide in plain sight and for all i know he could be the next michael myers !” she argued, shooting an incredulous look to the worker who had so kindly escorted them out of the haunted house. “ c’mon tell them that he totally singled me out.” she whined, turning to the person beside her who had hopefully witnessed everything unfold. 

“Maybe he just got in the way of your fist?” Aris replied. Haunted houses weren’t the first thing on his mind when it came to Halloween festivities. He much preferred costume parties or scary movies, but his friends insisted that he should try one out. During the scampering and frights, he had been torn from his friends and left to wander the house alone, and there he came across the small girl with a nasty bite. The poor worker seemed a bit dazed, and Aris was impressed that the girl could pack heat like that.

Nevertheless, because he had teamed up with her only a few short moments before the incident, the other workers rounded him up and kicked both of them out. Nevertheless, he stuck his hands in his pocket and shrugged. “There’s no need to fight them anymore. You’ve protected us enough, and I doubt any amount of words will let you back in now.”

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baylenfetch‌:

Baylen was sitting rather uncomfortably in the middle of a small waiting room. His legs were crossed and he had arched his back slightly, as if trying to curl up away from the world. He looked down to his feet and exhaled. 

After a few moments of empty staring at his own shoes, movement caught his peripheral vision. His eyes followed the source, although his head stayed put. 

“Are you nervous too?” the Aussie squeaked, turning his head ever so slightly towards the other. “I’m not sure why I am.” he commented, shaking his head slightly, his gaze returning to the floor. “I guess it’s just got me today.”

Aris put down his phone and turned to the other man with a soft, albeit not all there smile. The two were the only ones in queue at the small clinic, considering that there had been many before them. He had been wondering why it was so quiet. “Oh You’ve never had a flu shot before? Nothing to be scared of. It just feels like a small pinch, and it’s over. Though, the next day your arm is a bit sore, but that’s about it. I wouldn’t overthink it too much.”

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a fright night at TRX

Aris Lockhart dresses up as a police officer, equipped with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs he took out of his stock inventory. He won’t use it on you unless you ask.

*Note: When the fire breaks out, don’t expect him to save you either.

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pre-fire starter//approx. 9:37 p.m.

Aris shrugged nonchalantly and stared at the person beside him with amusement. “Listen, you can try all you want, but no matter what you say and no matter how much alcohol I have had, you will never convince me of the fact that Stephen King writes better horror stories than Wes Craven. The Nightmare on Elm Street was way more terrifying than IT or The Shining.”

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