[HIDER='The Island' Application: Status - Submitted][CENTER][h1][b][i][color=#3d85c6]A N D R E W   W R I G H T[/color][/i][/b][/h1][sub][color=silver][i]"The Lord giveth... and the Lord taketh away."[/i][/color][/sub][/CENTER]
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[sub][color=silver]Andrew Bartholomew Wright[/color]
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[color=silver]1987-08-07[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=silver]32[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=silver]Caucasian[/color]
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[color=silver]Married[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=silver]♂[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=silver]Heterosexual[/color]
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[color=silver]Seminary College[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=silver]Youth Paster[/color]

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[hider=][indent][sub][b][color=silver]▼   B O D Y   S T A T I S T I C S[/color][/b][/SUB]
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	[color=silver]► [B]Height[/B][/color] - 6'-1"
	[color=silver]► [b]Weight[/b][/color] - 192 lbs
	[color=silver]► [b]Build[/b][/color] - Athletic
	[color=silver]► [b]Hair Colour[/b][/color] - Chestnut Brown
	[color=silver]► [b]Eye Colour[/b][/color] - Green Hazel[/SUP]
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[hider=][indent][sub][b][color=silver]▼   C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S[/color][/b][/sub]
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	[color=silver]► [b]Faceclaim[/b][/color] - Michiel Huisman
	[color=silver]► [b]Speech Colour[/b][/color] - [color=#3d85c6]#3d85c6[/COLOR]
	[color=silver]► [b]Willing to be the Killer?[/b][/color] - Yes[/sup]
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[indent][color=silver]The shadow of the looming Blue Ridge Mountains hung over the small town of Amherst, Virginia as the setting sun cast the last of its warm orange light between the towering peaks. A warm breeze blew from the west, gently rustling the thick green foliage that dotted the landscape surrounding the sleepy hamlet. Smiling as he raised his face into the wind, his long brown hair was swept away as the wind ran through his beard and across his face. Looking down at the vehicle in front of him as the wind died down, Pastor Andrew Wright opened the door to the large American made car, the welcoming aroma of leather beckoning him to enter as he climbed inside.

Raising a hand to his face as he situated himself into the driver’s seat of his car, the handsome middle-aged man adjusted his sunglasses, reducing the glare of the sunset in his rearview mirror. Pressing the labelled button to start the ignition, Andrew pressed his foot down lightly on the accelerator before giving the car’s horn a quick honk followed by a friendly wave as his large black sedan pulled away from the local Baptist church. Making his way through the Amherst’s quaint downtown, Andrew smiled as he waved to another car who had returned the friendly gesture from the other side of the road as the local youth pastor drove by one of the church's many parishioners. 

Turning off of the main street, the American muscle car continued to drive as it ventured down a quiet side street. On either side of the road, ancient oaks and maples towered over the street, their branches covering the asphalt with a leafy canopy. Perfectly placed antique-style lamp posts only further accented the perfectly groomed lawns and well-kept sidewalks that sat in front of the large, colonial-inspired homes. Slowing the car with a tap of the brakes, Andrew turned the wheel between his hands as he pulled the vehicle into his driveway. 

Pressing an extended finger to the remote clipped to the visor above his head, Andrew continued to look ahead of his car, watching as the garage door opened before the youth pastor guided the car inside. Moving the shifter into the ‘park’ position, Andrew disengaged the ignition before climbing out of the vehicle. Pausing to lean against the ajar door. he took a moment to stretch before entering his house through the nearby entrance.

[color=#3d85c6]"Beth?"[/color] Andrew called as he walked through the meticulously organized mudroom and into the large open kitchen. Hearing no response from within the house, his eyes were drawn from the spotless white cupboards to a note held by a single magnet to the front of the stainless steel fridge. Walking towards the fridge, Andrew swiped an apple out of the fruit bowl on the island in the middle of the room, the crunch of his first bite echoing across the entire floor as he picked up the note.

	[i]Gone shopping with Mom, be back late-ish.
		~Love you bunches! xoxox[/i][/color][/indent][/cell][/row][/table][INDENT][color=silver]Taking another bite of his apple, Andrew put the note down on the counter with a slight shrug as he turned to leave the kitchen, moving through the foyer towards the front door. Stepping out onto his porch, the middle-aged man left it slightly ajar as he opened the mailbox mounted to the exterior wall adjacent to the door. Quickly mulling through the contents as he ran a hand through his hair, Andrew brushed it away from his face before smiling as he pulled a pizza flyer out of the pile in his hands. Tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans for his dinner later tonight, his green eyes scanned over the rest of the flyers in his hand. After a brief couple of seconds, Andrew determined there to be nothing else of worth to either himself or Beth and without any further hesitation, promptly tossed the remaining pile of flyers into the nearby recycling bin.

As he stood up, something caught Andrew's eyes as he turned his head to look at a polished black leather briefcase tucked against the brick wall behind the blue bin. Looking around the neighbourhood beyond his porch, Andrew didn't see anyone else outside, nor did he see any similar packages by their doors as he picked up the briefcase. Pausing with the case in hand, he looked down at the envelope attached to it. Scrawled across the front in cursive was very clearly his name, meaning the package was definitely not accidentally by his door. Andrew carried the leather-bound attaché inside as he went back into the kitchen before placing it on the counter.  

Dragging a finger down the short edge of the envelope, Andrew pinched the letter inside as he pulled it out and began to read. It appeared to be an invitation, an invitation to a very exclusive location, although he had to admit to himself that he had never heard of Wolfe Island or the accompanying estate. For this reason and numerous others, Andrew could barely hide his disbelief at the contents of the letter as his eyes rolled at what had to be an obvious scam. Still, Andrew was unable to deny his curiosity and it got the better of him as he cautiously began to open the briefcase. It could have been an elaborate prank on behalf of his youth group, but the pastor figured he had taken the hook this far, he may as well continue down the rabbit hole now.

Undoing the case's metallic clasps, Andrew pressed his ear to the edge, listening for any sound indicative of a mechanism within. A glitter bomb, a camera ready to catch his shocked reaction, or even a taser primed to administer a nasty shock. But much to the youth pastor's surprise, there was only silence as he slowly began to lift the lid. As it came fully open, nothing happened but he still stumbled back, away from the case as his shocked eyes fell towards the thickly padded manila envelope and the aforementioned plane tickets. Approaching the case again, Andrew stretched out his right hand towards the case as it briefly hovered over the tickets. However, recalling the contents of the letter, he decided instead to bypass the tickets as his hand instead took a hold of the thick yellow envelope.

Greedily pulling back the sticker that barely held the flap shut, Andrew spilled the contents onto the island counter in front of him as thick wads of hundred dollar bills wrapped in taunt elastic bands rolled across the granite surface. Sure enough, as the letter had promised there was indeed what had to be at least five thousand dollars within. Five thousand dollars that he and Bethany could use towards their debt or more importantly, their expected child.

Putting the envelope down, Andrew looked over the plane tickets quickly acknowledging the departure date, but ultimately it mattered very little to him. The way Andrew saw it, this was entirely a gift from the Wolfe Estate, if he only accepted the cash, there wouldn't be any hard feelings. He could stay home, use the cash responsibly to push off their mounting debt and overall be further ahead thanks to the kindness of strangers.

Or so he thought.

Tucked into the side of the briefcase was a small folded piece of paper. He didn’t know why, but his hand began to shake as he reached towards it. Picking the piece paper up, he slowly began to unfold it between his shaking hands, pausing as an image was presented before him. His eyes were drawn to the black sedan taking up most of the frame and then to the license plate displayed prominently at the bottom. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to swallow quickly realizing it wasn’t just any license plate.

	[i][color=#3d85c6]It can't be, no... That's [b]my[/b] license plate![/color][/i]

His eyes began to look at the rest of the image now. Moving upwards, past the brake lights and towards the focal point of the image, the rear window of the car. Looking through the back window of the car, an all too familiar moment in time was captured as Andrew was met with an image of himself. His bare chest was pressed against the naked torso of a much younger woman, a woman by the name of Samantha Reynolds. 

Not only was she not his wife, but Samantha was also only [i]seventeen[/i].

Andrew had first been introduced to Samantha through his youth group when Isaac, the senior pastor’s eldest son, began to bring his new girlfriend out. However, there was a mutual attraction between the young woman and the man nearly fifteen years her senior. It started with harmless flirting, but it wasn’t long before the relationship became a physical affair, culminating in late night rendezvous and forbidden love-making sessions in the backseat of Andrew’s car.

Looking at the photograph in front of him now though, it was as though he had been shot. Andrew stumbled backwards, crashing into the nearest wall as he slunk to the floor. A cry of rage fought to escape between gritted teeth as he crumbled the photograph in his hands. They had always been careful, he had has been so careful, there was no one who was aware of their relationship, not even Andrew’s own wife or Samantha’s boyfriend. Smashing a fist against the ground, Andrew pushed himself to stand again as stumbled towards the kitchen sink, one hand against his abdomen while the other clasped over his mouth until he reached the counter’s edge. Bracing himself, Andrew bent over the sink at the last possible second, the contents of his stomach emptying into the basin below.

Running the water, he wiped his mouth as he looked at his own reflection in the window above the sink. He had to go on this trip now, there was no escaping it, clearly, someone wanted him there and had gone through a lot of trouble to ensure he’d attend. Shoving the photograph into the vomit-stained drain, Andrew pressed the switch beside the sink as the garbage disposal began to spin, turning the evidence into nothing more than few shreds of paper.

With the sink rinsed and freshly clean, Andrew returned to the original letter as he read it over again and then once more to glean any further details he could from its contents. He already owned all of the requested items, and if this ‘Heather Vandertulip' was going to blackmail him, then he was going to do his damn best to ensure that he profited from their extortion. Hastily exiting the kitchen, Andrew took the manila envelope with him as he walked along the narrow hallway and dark hardwood floors that led from the kitchen into his study. 

Opening the pair of white French doors, the subtle aroma of leather, wood and aged paper wafted towards him as Andrew approached the large antique desk situated in front of a tall bay window. Taking a seat in the large leather chair behind the solid oak desk, Andrew leaned over as he pulled out the bottom drawer and reached inside to remove its contents before lifting the drawer’s false bottom. The contents within looking up at him as various pieces of lacy lingerie lay on the bottom of the drawer beside a gold necklace, cellphone, earrings and two different bracelets.

Pausing, Andrew took ahold of one of the lace garments, gently rubbing his trophy between his fingers, smiling as the touch caused a welcome sensation to travel down his spine and into his groin before he remembered the urgency at hand and pushed all of the items in the drawer to the back quickly. Placing the envelope containing the money from Wolfe Estate inside, Andrew replaced the false bottom before closing the drawer and locking it. He had no idea how he would explain to his wife, his [i]pregnant[/i] wife, that he would be gone for an entire month but he had time to come up with a reason, a good one. One that wouldn’t leave her hurt or questioning his absence.

	[i][color=#3d85c6]Perhaps a training seminar? [/color][/i]

Andrew shook his head almost as quickly as the idea had come to him, dismissing it immediately. Anything to do with the church would quickly fall through the next Sunday that Beth attended. The minute she brought it up to Reverend Joseph his cover would be blown and his deception revealed and that would only lead to more prying. No, he had to come up with something else, something that couldn't be so quickly dismissed. Then the perfect idea hit him. His eyes wandered across his desk, his hand hitting the nearby mouse as his computer screen was brought out of its hibernation. His homepage was open, the day’s news proudly on display as an out of state murder case caught Andrew’s attention. It was then the perfect alibi began to form.

	[i][color=#3d85c6]Jury Duty![/color][/i]

Jury Duty on a high profile case would require Andrew to remain unbiased and as a result, he would be isolated from the world, even from his wife. Additionally, it wouldn't be uncommon for such a case to last upwards of a month which would allow him to go to Montana, see what exactly was happening at Wolfe Island. discover who was blackmailing him and why they had chosen to extort a Youth Pastor of all people from Amherst, Virginia.

But most importantly,

Andrew would be able to ensure his marriage would be safe.[/color][/INDENT]
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