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He couldn't breathe. One hand desperately clutched at his chest, grasping at his clothing as he tried to suck in air. It was as though there were a vice secured around both lungs, squeezing tight, restricting breath. All the while he could hear his heart racing in his ears and as he stumbled out of the house and ran, he could hardly see where he was going- just knowing that he needed to get away. The street lamps and the lights of passing cars were blinding, and in his panicked state he couldn’t make sense of the road signs; it wasn’t long before he got himself lost.<p>

Aubrey kept running, out of place and time- all that existed in his state of mind was the movement. When he could no longer run he slowly to a trembling, fast paced walk and when he became too exhausted for that- he staggered. He kept going until he couldn't any longer. There was a building in his way, blocking him from further flight and a shaking hand reached up, brushing against the rough brick shell of the abandoned house. It was something familiar, a place he'd been before with Bailey- they'd explored it together when they were kids, hidden a little time capsule within it, thinking it fit with the 'aesthetic' of the crumbling down building with its boarded up windows and danger signs above the door to ward off potential squatters.<p>

Ducking under the wooden slats intended to bar the way inside- and slipping through a hole made by some curious teenager years ago- Aubrey ascended the staircase, taking long, trembling breaths. It wasn't easy, calming himself, but he'd learned to do it over the years once it was just him and his father. It was a long, uncertain process, but he managed to ground himself with the hand trailing along the bannister, old paint flaking off under shaking fingers.<p>

In one of the bedrooms, beneath floorboards beginning to rot- lay the box. It was just a shoebox, and it too had withered a little over the years; but it meant everything to him in that moment. Kneeling down, he pulled the box up out of its hiding place and opened it, looking down at those precious things two children had thought worthy of sequestering away eight long years ago.<p>

They were mostly drawings- along with a few pebbles, a shell and a feather. The drawings were not what caught his eye, nor the scribbled explanations of the many adventures had by brave Sir Bailey and her wallaby companion: but instead, those sad, dark eyes fell upon a few photographs. One in particular, and he plucked it from the pile- his breathing catching once again in his throat at the face looking back at him from the past.<p>

“Mum...”<p>

His voice, so quiet it was almost pointless- seemed to shock him from his thoughts and he was suddenly aware of everything… what had happened, where he was, what he had in his hand. The tears came fresh and tumbled down bruised cheeks and he curled in on himself, clutching the photograph to him.<p>

“Why did you go? Why did you… I was still there… I was good, I was always good and you left me...” The words came between broken sobs, years of pent up frustration and grief finally breaking free as he lay there in the dust. “Why didn't you love me any more!? What did I do?! Is it because I wouldn't tell? You said… you said he didn't mean it… he loves us, loves me… it's not- it isn't him, you said. You said not to tell so I didn't but then you… I don't understand… I don't. Understand.”<p>

After a while, the words faded- first to a mumble, and then to silence, broken only by the occasional gasping breath. Around him the shadows moved with the roaming moon, as night gave way to day, and the sun slowly rose in the sky. Through the blinds, the feeble morning light found the broken boy- finally sleeping, almost angelic were it not for the ugly bruising on his face, the dried blood trailing down from the corner of his mouth, and the torn sleeve.<p>
The photograph was still clutched in one hand.

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To say Aubrey was easily led would be somewhat of an understatement- he succumbed quite easily to peer pressure; a consequence of a low self esteem, and this flaw could quite often lead him into tricky situations. Usually, it was simply Bailey who had led him astray and as such the situation and the punishment to follow were usually light- a lunchtime detention or a phone being confiscated. Sometimes, though... he'd fall into the orbit of less 'innocent' peers, and although Bailey could hardly be called innocent- skipping class one afternoon to go to the movies hardly weighed up against throwing water balloons at unsuspecting strangers.<p>

Funny as it was proving to be- Aubrey knew deep down it was wrong.<p>

It didn't stop him from going along with it, not when Bailey had yet to show, along with the rest of their little group- and as his father had politely declined to attend... well, what was a boy to do?<p>

So far, they'd managed to soak at least four passers by without any comeuppance. So when a fifth stranger passed by the trees they'd sequestered themselves behind, the boys thought nothing of urging each other into throwing a few. Aubrey's was the only one to make its mark- but his proud moment was shattered the moment the stranger looked directly at him and turned toward the tree.<p>

"Oh shit..."<p>

Turning to his comrades to discuss a plan of action- he realised with a pang of regret and no small amount of fright that he'd been completely abandoned.<p>

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suggested face claim: amy adams<p>

alright, so there's a lot of history with this lovely lady and jack that i'm going to try and condense here for simplicities sake;<p>

she was the first human jack came into proper contact with back in the late eighties when she was in her early twenties and he looked about the same age. she saved him from being hit by a car (poor clueless bastard that he was) and took him under her wing. over time he definitely developed feelings for her, and she for him. they dated for a little while, until his sudden disappearance. now, he told her about wonderland but she, obviously, didn't believe him. after a while he began to pretend as though he'd never talked about it and they forgot about it. so when he was forced back to wonderland, madelyn didn't know what to think; maybe she even filed a missing persons report. whatever the case, twenty years have gone by without a word, so she has more than likely moved on, perhaps even married, maybe even had children (encouraged, for maximum feels).<p>

jack is of course now in london again, hiding from his aunt, and he's looking for madelyn. he still loves her, but has she moved on? let's have all the feels here, ladies and gents.

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suggested face claim: kathryn prescott<p>

known as the most honest member of the group, 'kathryn' has a big secret. she's been struggling with her identity (could be sexuality, gender, anything you like!) for a while and she isn't entirely sure how to go about telling her friends. until the day she works it out, she's quite content going on as she is; one of the few to actually show up on time consistently and always have her homework done. she's a bright, intelligent student and almost always the one to suggest a study group or a trip to a museum. definitely one of the geekiest of the bunch. she and aubrey love attending comic cons, and she's been trying to get him into cosplay for months now.

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suggested face claim: takei emi<p>

"i don't paint flowers or fruit, i paint monsters!"<p>

'takei' here is an alternative artist, or so she calls herself. she's known for frequently getting into heated arguments with her art teacher over what she can and cannot draw in class, and prefers to depict images of savage violence or monsters lurking beneath beds than she does a bowl of fruit. outside of her art, she appears sweet and innocent, and it's only until you take a peek in her sketch book that you realise the truth of it. with a wicked sense of humour and an affinity for sharp objects, 'takei' is the epitome of 'don't judge a book by its cover'.

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suggested face claim: keke palmer<p>

the undeniable 'heart' of the group, 'keke' is almost like a second mother to her friends. she acts as a confidant to all of them, though aubrey has not yet confided in her what's happening at home. bubbly, eager to please and always the one who seems to have EVERYTHING in her handbag from tissues to sweets to 3D glasses for the cinema: 'keke' is pretty much the perfect friend. she's not without her secrets, though.

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London has always been his home; he’s a Londoner through and through. Having been born and raised in Camden he’s used to the more eccentric, eclectic area of the Capital city and often finds himself a little confused at the lack of fancy dress, punk and neon when visiting other areas such as Oxford Street or Kingston. He absolutely loves everything the city has to offer though, from the Natural History museum to Hyde Park to the various cons thrown throughout the year; he just wouldn’t be at home in the country or the Suburbs. He’s a city kid, and losing access to all that technology and all the bright lights and attractions? He just wouldn’t survive. He needs the distractions that London provides.

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<div class="atem2">kleptomaniac — sweetheart — jokester — loyal — loving</div>
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<span class="atem15"><u>Name:</u></span><br>Aubrey Wallis Whitney<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Nickname(s):</u></span><br>Bree, Abby, Whit<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Birthday:</u></span><br>8th June<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Age:</u></span><br>16<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Hometown:</u></span><br>Camden, London<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Canon/Occupation:</u></span><br>Secondary Student<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Membergroup:</u></span><br>Grey<p>
<span class="atem15"><u>Face Claim:</u></span><br>Evan Peters<p>

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<div class="atem6">My name is Aubrey Wallis Whitney.<p>
I don’t have a middle name, despite what it might look like. Wallis is actually my mum’s surname, and Whitney is my dad’s. So I’m just plain old Aubrey, no fancy middle name to use as alternation, and my initials spell AWW: real manly.<p>
I guess I should probably elaborate, you’d know that much just by glancing at my birth certificate really. I’m in sixth form in secondary school currently, well ‘high school’ if you wanna Americanise it… supposed to be going to University in the next couple of years but well, we’ll see, right? If I were to go? I guess I’d probably study computer science or something like that. I like games, and I like hacking into my dad’s online banking account. Seems sensible to follow my hobbies, really.<p>
Speaking of my dad- well, not much to say I guess. He’s not the easiest guy to live with- he has his moments where you just wanna… shake him. Him and mum used to argue a lot, I didn’t know the details or anything but I guess like everyone else in the economy those days they were just stressed. She’d yell, he’d yell… a plate would get smashed and then she’d serve dinner and call me in and we’d all eat in awkward silence.<p>
As you can imagine, after a while… mum got tired. I mean, I totally empathise there don’t get me wrong- it’s fucking knackering living with the guy. Only thing is she uh, left something behind. Me. She left me behind. It’s fine though, he's not that bad. I still go to school and my grades are average (better than shit or non-existent, right?) and I still have friends and all that crap. A broken home does not a broken child make! Okay so maybe I’m a little weird, and maybe I do pick pockets and shoplift but what kid hasn’t done that at least once, am I right?<p>

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“Look Aubrey, this is serious. You know we’re going to have to call your parents right?”<p>
“By all means! Know what? Call my mum.”<p>
“Aubrey. We both know you don’t live with your mother…”<p>
“Not yet, no. Might change if you help me track her down.”<p>
“…”<p>
“Did I just make this awkward?”<p>
“Just… go back to class, Aubrey. But if you’re caught stealing from the canteen again-”<p>
“Yeah, I know. You’ll call my dad.”<p>

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Okay, so maybe I do play on the ‘missing mother’ story a bit to get away with stuff. Wouldn’t you? I mean, I don’t have any hard feelings against her at all but… I miss her, you know? What kid wouldn’t miss their mother? Even if they were walked out on and left behind. Even if they do sometimes wonder if she even- but no, there’s no hard feelings, it’s just convenient. Crack out that little number and school officials tend to drop the subject immediately and send you off back to class or home or wherever you were going before they impeded you. I wouldn’t say I’m in trouble all that often, I’m really not a problem kid: but everyone has slip ups.<p>
I don’t know if it works with the Police yet but… thankfully, not been apprehended for anything just yet. I intend to keep it that way if at all possible. They’re probably more difficult to sway with sob stories. Plus, like dad says- they’re nosy bastards.<p>

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So that’s me in a nutshell. Class clown, small-time thief and high school student. Living with a single father in central London, and frequenter of Camden Market.<p>
My name is Aubrey Wallis Whitney.<p>
And I’m doing just fine.<p>


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"Aubrey... tell me what's going on."<p>

"Everything's fine Miss S. No need to worry."<p></div>
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