Who: Alex Lannon Eli Cooke and YOU
Where: All around Storybrooke, but mostly at the garage where he works
When: 10/24-10/28
Rating: PG-PG13?
Summary: Not much has happened to Eli since high school. And he kind of likes it that way.
The Story:

Friday 10/24-Saturday 10/25
After he graduated high school, Eli had hoped to join the army. He was ROTC, after all. But a guy needs money to go off on his own, so he'd got a summer job working at the local body shop. And then fall came. Then winter. And eventually, Eli had forgotten about his plans to enlist, finding he liked the simple life a blue collar job as a mechanic offered him. If your car's broken down, bring it to Eli. He'll fix it, and he won't overcharge you for the labor, either.

Walk or drive into the shop, and it's pretty simple. There are cars up on lifts, and music playing on the radio. Eli is probably wearing his usual grey, oil-stained t-shirt and a pair of coveralls, his bare arms showing the muscle gained from years of hard work. He'll greet you with a smile, and proceed to chat about the weather, but mostly about how your car's doing. After work, you can probably find him walking home. Yeah, the guy who works on cars walks to work. Go ahead, it's nothing he hasn't heard before.

Sunday 10/26-Monday 10/27
Eli's been having weird apocalyptic dreams, about angels and fighting, all taking place in the Nevada desert. He chalks it up to watching a few too many zombie movies lately. Even though he hasn't been watching any zombie movies. On Sunday the shop's closed, so he goes to Pastor Whele's church and attends service, then runs a few errands. He feels a little off all day, though.

Monday morning he wakes up with tattoos all over his chest and back, reaching down to cover his arms. Frantic, he tries to scrub them off, but they won't wash away. He has no idea where they came from (he didn't get drunk last night...) and is pretty much freaking out. He'll probably call out from work and seek medical attention.

Tuesday 10/28
He remembers. At least, he thinks he remembers. Memories of a whole other life are in his head, making him question what is real and what isn't. He doesn't even bother calling out of work, and heads straight to the bar, trying to drown the invading memories with drink.