Thread: Cult of Personality (Wade & Bliss)

Lucas sat right down on the couch when he entered the room, wanting to sleep at this point in the night, even if the sandwiches actually looked decent. Probably subway pick ups with the bags of chips and such. He laid his head back against the cushions and closed his eyes, dosing off for a couple minutes. His hair was a darker blonde color to Kelly's, and his skin color seemed pale. He always enjoyed having a beach tan look about him, since, while cliche, considering the country he came from, he did actually like surfing. He was an outdoors-man, and since his current living conditions didn't give him many chances to enjoy being outside, especially if it was the winter time, he was lacking in any exercise he would've enjoyed. Though, that's not to say it's the only reason his skin was a light color. His hair was longer than it should've been, he had a stubble turning into a beard, and his clothing disguised how skinny he actually was. If Nova didn't sit down next to him waking the Aussie, you would've thought he died the moment his eye closed. Lucas, thankfully, jumped his head upwards, feeling the couch shift. Rubbing his eyes, he looked back over to Nova and gave a small smile. I'm Lucas.... Nice to meet you. He said with a hazy voice, looking ready to pass out for the whole night and maybe all of tomorrow. Sorry, I've, uh, been having trouble sleeping. He quickly explained as he tried waking himself up more. Seeing her dig into her sandwich, his stomach growled loudly enough for Nova to hear, and eventually Lucas quickly stood up to grab some chips and a sandwich. Jesum, I'm hungry. That frggin' lobby was the most uncomfortable place in the world, I'm shocked people stayed as long as they did. It was a bit of an endurance test for sure, and once Lucas finished his sentence, he dug right into his sandwich. He didn't care what was on it, as long as it was food, he went through half of it in thirty seconds flat. When the two others sat down, Lucas moved over to give them some room. The only one left out of all of them was the fifth person, another girl, this one being of a much darker skin color. She was African american, with short black hair, dark blue eyes, and was leaning against the wall as she ate her sandwich. She wore a leather jacket and keep to herself it seemed, not wanting to socialize with the others. Lucas though was enjoying the company. They were getting along great so far, and he decided to ask the magic question. So, what brought you all here? He asked once he finished his sandwich and gulfed down the rest of his chips. I, uh..... Well, I'm hoping to give myself some help.... I came down with a bit of a bad habit, SOMAs and anti-depressants, and it got to a point where I knew I couldn't keep living like that. This place was available, and I'll admit, it sounded a bit sketchy. I mean, looking it up, it has photos of a mansion on some beach, the place looks way too good to be some rehab center, and it did ask for a lot of info when I did the sign up sheets. But, it's January, and I don't have many means of getting around so.... Yeah. Lucas left out the more exact details of his issues, but the general overview was honest. He needed help, this place offered it, and even now, he still wasn't sure if this place was going to rob everyone of their money, or con them into a pyramid scheme.