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Jacob Anderson as Louis de Pointe du Lac in Interview with the Vampire 2.03

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While Atty would be the first to acknowledge their dynamic must make very little sense to anyone other than themselves, Hansa's friendship is worth its weight in gold. Looking in, they appear a contradictory pair, wildly different, yet there's an ease Atty finds with them. The energy of a golden retriever and his favourite black cat.

It's Saturday, the last dregs of light getting soaked up by a darkening sky as he heads for Hansa's apartment, a bottle of wine in hand. He's spent the day at home, in the company of teenagers who have been affectionately bullying him with words he doesn't even understand. He has no rizz, is the latest one, something he's filed away to ask his influencer friend for a translation. The only thing he understood was being called old, which he remains affronted by.

He makes a big fuss of pretending to get away from the affection Hansa showers on him, face scrunching in faux disgust and protesting all while unsuccessfully fighting back the laughter that shows he's actually loving it. Holding up the bottle in answer to drinking. "Oh, always. Got called old by one of the kids today, so it's gonna take no small amount of alcohol to get over that. And apparently I have no rizz, which I guess would cut deeper if I knew what rizz was. What is rizz, Hansa? Do I want to know?"

starter — hansa charoensuk

SETTING: hansa's apartment ; saturday evening AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ATTICUS MORRISON | ( @starburneds )

Now that they had restocked for the week (and the weekend) with both proper weed and edibles, Hansa texted some friends randomly, asking them to stop by and keep them company. All in different days of course, after all, they still had a job to maintain in Seattle and an image to uphold online. Not that they care much about either of them, but they had to admit that the exposure online helped them feel less lonely. But it wasn't strange for them to text people and ask to hang out at their apartment. Sometimes, Hansa just wasn't in the mood for big parties.

When Atty replied to their message, Hansa cancelled with the two other friends who were part of a way weirder crowd so he wouldn't feel awkward around them, after all... there were friends and there were friends. They knew exactly how to differentiate one from the other.

When he showed up, Hansa opened the door for him and quickly enveloped him in a tight hug. "Atty, my dude, my man, my—" They gave him one tiny little squeeze, before letting him go, —cutie! I've missed ya!" And then, Hansa motioned towards their apartment. "You know the drill: make yourself at home and all that. Are we drinking tonight or...?"

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Location: Outside Glowing Embers, night-time. With: Norah / @halfwcytohell

Despite repeated assurances from Norah that walking her home after she's finished a late shift isn't necessary, the notion of not showing up has never felt like an option to Atty. He'd claim it's exclusively about safety, that having to navigate the way back to their house alone at the often ungodly hours she works could pose a number of risks, but that's only a piece of the story. The truth is that it's also become a cherished part of his routine -- getting to hear how her day has gone, sharing details about his own, ambling home together beneath muted streetlights and star-scattered skies while the rest of the town sleeps. He lives for it, the comfort of repetition and the company of someone who knows him better than he knows himself.

There's a chill in the air as he waits outside Glowing Embers tonight, accompanied by a gentle pattering of rain. Instinctively shrugging off his jacket when he sees Norah approaching, he offers it to her as a balm against the weather with a tired smile. "Norah! Hi! How's your night been?"

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Being able to complete a day's work at the Hummingbird without having to endure the previous owner and their propensity for looming over him and questioning his every move is a novelty Atty can't imagine will be wearing off any time soon. It's always bizarre to compare the peaceful way things are now with how they were then. The B&B was once a place of disquiet, somewhere he'd enter with tentative hopes of having a good day only to end up feeling immediately deflated as soon as he had the misfortune of crossing paths with its implacable owner. As a result, solidarity had been established with Devika early on - a huge source of comfort - and he credits her with maintaining his sanity in those tougher times.

"Apology not accepted. I'm furious." His face completely contradicts the joke, unable to refrain from lighting up at the sight of her. If 'furious' looks like a bright smile and eyes full of undiluted joy, then sure, he's furious. "Kidding. Hi, Devi. Apart from busy, how's your day been? I'm done for the day, yes. Back tomorrow though to wage war with the floor again." With his sleeves still rolled up to the elbows and steeped in a strong smell of varnish, he's spent the majority of the day working on said flooring, knees protesting as though he were one hundred-and-four and not thirty-four. He'd just been mustering up the energy to start making his way home, but the idea of pizza and getting to hang out with Devi is infinitely more appealing. "Pizza sounds perfect; your company sounds even better."

starter — devika idaiyar

SETTING: the hummingbird ; early evening AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ATTICUS MORRISON | ( @starburneds )

Devika was getting things ready to leave since her shift at the Hummingbird was finally coming to an end when she bumped into Atticus. It was always nice seeing him around, especially before Lucas showed up and they could bond over how awful the previous owner was (both to them, and to the bed and breakfast).

"Lucas did say you were stopping by today." She greeted Atty with a smile. "Sorry I couldn't say hi before. I was caught up with this, then that, then this again." Letting out a sigh, the young manager ran her fingers through her hair, before tucking a strand of dark waves behind her ear. "Anyway... Hi, Atty. Are you done for the day? I'm craving pizza and I could use the company! Would you care to join me?"

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It speaks volumes about the level of maturity Atty usually operates on - as well as his ease around Ethan - that he wouldn't even need to know it's Talk Like a Pirate Day to be immediately up for responding as one. No questioning, just launching straight into the lingo without a fragment of embarrassment. "Ahoy!" It's punctuated by a pirate-esque face-scrunch of his own. "I'm all out of ideas for celebrations, I'm afraid. I've already tried suggesting a treasure hunt to Omar and Anya." Tried being the operative word, on account of them being teenagers who think everything their honorary dad does is impossibly uncool. "It went about as well as you'd expect. Teenagers are brutal. I think I'd rather take my chances with pirates. At least a pirate would be less likely to call me cringe or tell me I give them the ick."

who: open @hemlockstarters

"Ahoy," Ethan announced, swinging his arm and scrunching up his face. "September 19th: National Talk like a Pirate Day. How are we celebrating?"

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if you’re hearing I HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH by SEAROWS playing, you have to know ATTICUS MORRISON (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the 34 year old ANTIQUE RESTORER & HOROLOGIST has been in town for, like, HIS ENTIRE LIFE. they’re known to be quite CHAOTIC, but being KIND-HEARTED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble JACOB ANDERSON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those TAKING THINGS APART TO SEE HOW THEY WORK, GLASSES PUSHED BACK INTO DISHEVELLED HAIR, IMPOSSIBLY CLUTTERED WORKSPACES, HALF-DRUNK CUPS OF TEA, PERPETUALLY PICKING UP AND DISCARDING NEW HOBBIES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough!

Name: Atticus Morrison. Nickname(s): Atty/Attie. Age & d.o.b: Thirty-four years old, December 12th. Birthplace: Hemlock Springs. Gender: Cis man, he/him pronouns. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. Occupation: Self-employed antique restorer/conservator and horologist. Runs his own business from a cluttered little workshop, with a clientele including private individuals, museums, auction houses, and fellow antique businesses like Afterlife Antiques. Neighbourhood: Brightside.

History:

Atticus, known affectionately to his parents as Atty, was born and raised in Hemlock Springs. His mother, a Scottish antique conservator, and his father, an African-Caribbean horologist, owned a small antique store downtown for over four decades before retiring and selling up.

Atty, their only child, spent his childhood pottering around their shop as they worked, offering help that was more of a hindrance. As a way of keeping him occupied whilst also allowing him to feel useful, he was given things that would otherwise be thrown out to "fix." Broken toys, clocks that had stopped, faulty appliances. Dismantling and reassembling things out of sheer curiosity, he quickly became fascinated with the way they worked. It quieted a chaotic mind, keeping him focused where he'd otherwise end up drifting. When his parents realised the depth of his interest, they nurtured it, imparting their own wisdom and expertise.

School was tough for Atty in the beginning. Classrooms didn't mesh with his chaotic nature and preference for hands-on work, but a lifeline arrived in the form of Norah Rajan. Firm friends from the start, he adored, and continues to adore, her. When she fell pregnant at fifteen and dropped out of school, he supported her, moving in and balancing his education with being a father figure to Omar, and then Anya. They continue to live together, and Atty's little found family mean the world to him.

After completing mainstream education, he trained under his dad as a horologist. Clocks are his main area of expertise and passion when it comes to restoration - he's, quite frankly, obsessed with them and will ramble on to anyone who'll listen - but he works with all kinds of antiques. His training comes predominately from his parents, as well as internship schemes at local museums and countless courses and practical experience.

Until his parents shop closed down two years ago, he was employed there, but is now a freelancer. He rents a cluttered little workshop close to his home, which is full of gently ticking clocks, endless forgotten cups of tea, and an array of antiques in various states of restoration.

Personality wise, he's super chaotic and very much led by curiosity, for better or for worse. He's constantly dreaming up little experiments which rarely go well; having nearly burned his workshop down on multiple occasions, he wears the consequences of poor impulse control and decision making in countless little bruises and scars. Very much a "Let's see what happens when I combine these two things that are known to explode for funsies" guy who is then the shocked pikachu face meme when they do, indeed, explode. He's goofy, sweet-natured, delusional enough to believe he's a Cool Dad™ to Omar and Anya - but also prone to quiet bouts of insecurity where he feels like he doesn't fit in anywhere? Basically very outwardly cheerful and confident, but internally much less assured than he tries to seem.

Connection ideas:

(more tba when I can think of other ideas <3 )

Clients: Maybe Atty fixed an item of sentimental value to your muse, or they bought one of his restored pieces.

Hobby buddies: Atty has endless hobbies - he's constantly picking up new ones (and promptly giving up on a lot of them when he grows bored). He loves painting, baking, whittling, gardening, sewing, photography, etc; he's basically a permanent fixture at local classes/workshops so if your muse is also into that kind of thing they could be friends! Or maybe they teach a class/workshop he's attended.

Also: fellow antique enthusiasts, exes on bad terms, exes on good terms, unlikely friends, childhood/school friends, family friends, friends who've fallen out with each other, neighbours, rivalries - anything and everything!!

Current connections:

Norah Rajan - Best friends since childhood, father figure to her children, living together.

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#starburneds. a dependent roleplay account for hemlockspringsrpg written by maia, 26, she/they.*

atticus morrison - intro.

*english is not my first language so apologies in advance for mistakes!