The Hesitation of the Exit (Shisu-Chan00 x _ladytrash)

[_ladytrash]

Oliver Renon

 

 

 

Name: Oliver Renon

Age: 18

S.O: Bi-Romantic / Demisexual

 

Personality: Oliver is a very quiet, though quick witted man. He tends to speak for himself when need be. Typically seen as an outspoken and lively, rather dominant person, behind closed doors, he is quite the opposite. He doesn't like being forced into situations and will do anything to escape them.

 

History: Oliver comes from a family of divorced parents and being the only child, he grew up quite lonely. He never had the comfort a strong family or the mentions of acception as his parents were both strongly religious and glared upon homosexuals, or any LGBTQ+ representation. He suffers from Night Terrors, Asthma, and Bi-Polar Disorder.

 

 

Hesitation

 

Oliver ran, he knew they were hot on his trail, yet he couldn't stop, no matter how hard it was to breathe. Everything around him was unfamiliar, all except for the uniforms and name imprinted on them. "HESITATION". Oliver had heard fairy tales of such a gruesome place. A human trafficking system beyond all compare, located in the middle of the country, surrounded by fields and trees. Apparently they had representatives going to the city to pick out new slaves to seduce the masters that thrived there. Oliver was no exception to being a good pick; if only they could catch him.

 

Running through the winding paths between the trees, shoving and breaking tree limbs from view, he stumbled a few times, but kept going. Just when he lost sight of them, he ducked and ran into an overgrown tree trunk, hiding behind the roots, attempting to catch his breath. He had no idea how far he had ran, or where he was at, at this point, but he knew he couldn't stay there forever. Thinking the cost was clear, Oliver made a run for it- but luck was no where to be found. Running straight into one of the reps, he fell to the forest floor, determined to get back up and keep going, but before he could get very far, a cloth full of chloroform was roughly held against his mouth and nose, seducing him into the darkness, in which he would not be found.