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Current rpg’s biggest issue? the gender binary
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@ALL NEW PEOPLE

what're your characters' aesthetics (colors, items, ect.)? asking so I can start reblogging stuff to their tag on the tumblr~
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bb ur fine, I'm incredibly happy ur interacting with King (gives me something to do ;) ) if u wanna collab ther next interaction just lemme know <3






Morning routines usually stayed the same for Albert despite his surroundings changing all the time. Apartment slums to Caelbury dorms, NJ trash heaps to Cali sunshine, mold ridden bathrooms to pristine washrooms. Albert sighed at the thought, staring pointedly at his own reflection in the untouched mirror before him. Really, despite all the changes around him, he still failed to change himself one bit. How dreary. Al shook himself away from his own stare after a moment, glancing down at the water running noisily into the white sink, and with another hushed sigh he lowered his face down and returned to washing. Water splashed across his face, droplets caught on his white undershirt and doused his hair in a chill he really wanted to avoid, and once he felt the feeling of last night’s bad mistakes fade away into nothing he straightened and reached for a towel.

Al stumbled back out into his dorm half-blind and groggy, rubbing the wetness from his face and hair while using his foot to seek out his bed, which he eventually tripped onto after allowing his ankle to collide directly with his still unpacked suitcase. He let out a soft groan into the sheets and blankets below his face, fighting off waves of lasting drowsiness that had yet to be swept away by the morning mood. He had to get up, he knew, but why was that again? Why? Thoughts, countless words he had seen over the years, flooded his mind with a headache and his eyes clenched shut. A faint murmur outside his window eventually brought him back from his half-daze, and he sighed. School… Right, school was starting today, and he was still lying around like a bum. Al let out another groan, shifting onto his back to stare blankly up at the ceiling.

It was his last year at Caelbury, right? Senior year, the last time he’d arrive at this school two days early. The last time he’d spend his days walking around the rich California neighborhood, calling out dames and dukes alike and laughing with acquaintances that he would later lose to school days. The last time he’d be able to see his friends, his enemies, and his teachers before the stress of college or work took over their lives. The last year of living in pristine, with money pouring out of every pocket he knew. Albert pursed his lips, grimacing at his own depressing thoughts. Last year of Caelbury, huh? A slight, devious smile crossed his lips, and he sat up slowly, running a hand through his blonde hair.

Why not make it count?

Al moved about his room lazily, pulling on a makeshift outfit while allowing his glasses to hang loosely on the tip of his nose. As he spent more time preparing for the day, the sunlight outside grew, and the murmurs that had started awhile back soon grew into a mass of voices. Curiosity eventually drew his gaze down towards the main gates, and his eyebrows rose curiously at the mass of bodies beyond.

”Dang, really? Paps here already?” Al squinted passed wide-rimmed glasses, lips curling into a smirk. Excitement so early in the morning? Al assumed it to be a blessing, though many of the kids he swore he saw parting the crowds probably thought of it as a curse. Al wiped the smirk off his face with one thought, turned on his heels and took a few pacing steps around the room, gathering up whatever materials he could find to fill his backpack.

Eventually, Al left his dorm behind, not really caring that the current state it was in was now more akin to a whirlwind wreckage than a room, and started the trek down towards the auditorium. It, like the rest of the school’s paths, was etched cleanly into his mind, so much so that he swore he saw a green line below his feet guiding him to his destination. Already his snide expression gleamed bright, and he walked with his back high and his head low and glaring. The usual Jersey waltz, a posture Al wore without really realizing it. Hopefully the few friends he was about to meet up with out correct his posture for him, but until then he creeped forward, one hand buried in his front pocket while the other closed around the pack strap over his shoulder.

Ahead of him, the halls varied, and familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared and vanished into forming crowds. The auditorium was close, and the start of his last first day was even closer. A half-smirk filled his stony face, and his mind whispered sarcastically;

stop with the sentiments already




Location: Verona Clinic — Scout's Room
Interacting With: Each Other




will I ever get back to sleep today

Scout's eyes cracked right back open just after Alicia and Katalina left, and she was met with a familiar blonde head sitting next to her. Stifling a yawn and blinking furiously to ward off any drowsiness she shifted, moving to sit up against the headboard again. Jade was crying, legit weeping over Scout's bound hands, and she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Dealing with emotional people, people who really didn't seem to be ready for her usually blunt words, was something Scout didn't really understand. She stared down at the sobbing Jade, eyebrows upturned, and she wiggled her hand slightly to try and grab the girl's attention.

“Jade? Hey... Hey, you okay?" She whispered, coughing once to try and restore her aching voice. “Hey, Jade, stop crying. I can't really understand you through all that snifflin'..."

As her head was deeply buried into Scout's bandaged arm, her blonde hair slightly concealed any noise she might or might not have heard over her crying. Fortuneately, Jade was able to hear Scout's words, which then prompted Jade to raise head slowly. When she looked to Scout, the sight of her black eye-shadow going down her face due to her tears wasn't the best sight. Added to that, her eyes appeared to be puffy in parts, and the sniffling that Jade was doing for the next few seconds made Jade seem like she was taking deep breaths.

"Scout.." Jade said, a sniffling breath making her pause. "I'm sorry." Jade paused again. She was trying to find it in herself to stop crying because it was getting harder for her to get complete sentences out. To try to help, Jade took a few deep breaths. Though slightly better, there were still remnants of her weeping left. "It's my fault you're like this. If only I could have..."

“It's not your fault, though." Scout's mouth almost fell open. Did Jade not realize she wasn't to blame for this? She shifted uncomfortably under her blankets, stifling a second yawn as her eyes locked directly with the other girl's. "I know it wasn't your fault, so don't blame yourself. I'm okay." Scout had no logical proof to ensure that Jade wasn't the one causing the chaos. Just... The tugging in her gut, and the memory of fear and rage in the air, it just didn't feel like Jade was responsible.

"I'm not dead, right? If I did die I would've haunted the shit outta you, but I'm not so it's okay." Her head lowered slightly, lips forming a small, goffy smile. “I don't blame you for this."

"But you should!" Jade said sharply, her fists clenching, slamming on her knees. "I should've been stronger. I should've been able to tell who my friends were. Instead, I—" Jade's eyes fell down to her open palms. They were shaking. Jade was shaking. "—Instead I almost killed everyone. I almost killed you, Jay, Alicia, Katalina, Ash — everyone. How can you not hate the sight of me? I do. I hate the fact that I was so weak that I couldn't stop myself." Jade said, her voice cracking. It was growing deeper, almost into a growl-like tone. Her eyes were like a rain cloud at this point. Her legs and hands were the soil that would be drenched in her eye liquid.

Scout shook, eyes narrowing slightly as Jade seemed to break right in front of her. What could she do? White-hot tendrils of uncertainty curled in her stomach, dragged at her mind and held her tongue back. She couldn't find words to try and calm the hysterical girl, and that very fact made her head swirl with anxiety.

“Jade--" Scout reached forward with a bandaged hand, but at the sight of it she quickly returned it to her side and merely tilted her head, sharing a forced, kind smile. “It's not your fault, really Something was off last night, and something used you." Her eyes twisted to stare down blankly at her lap.

“You're not weak, whatever happened last night was just stronger than you. Than all of us."

"Even if you say is true, even if there was someone or something controlling me, I still hurt everyone. Whether or not I was in my right mind, there was still that anger all built up. All of that anger from the past years built up, and because I was too stupid to handle it responsibly, you — and everyone else — paid the price. If only I could have just admitted to myself that I had all of these feelings towards certain people, maybe none of this wouldn't have happened." Despite Scout's best effort's Jade still felt this was her fault. Despite all of her efforts, it seemed that Scout's words would fall on deaf ears because Jade felt so guilty that she had no reason but to believe it was her fault.

“Is any really mad at you, though?" Scout's voice was cold, perhaps unintentionally so. She was concerned, confused, and unable to put her thoughts into decent words. Jade's guilt seemed to flow from her like a damless river, and Scout couldn't find a way to convince her friend that the chaos wasn't spurred from her ill-will. Sitting a bit taller than before, Scout shook her head, staring wide-eyed and pitifully at Jade.

“What's done is done, Jade. Everyone knows something is up, and I haven't met a single kid who's blamed you yet." She sat back slightly, eyes drooping, "It's time to start looking forward I feel. Just forget about last night. Just... Pretend it never happened."

"I can't, though," Jade said half-lowly. "As much as I want to — and I really want to — the images of what I did to everyone keep on coming back. Each time I fall back asleep, I see it. I hear all of those screams. Even worse than all of that, I see the looks on your face, on Alicia's face, on Katalina's face, on Jay's. I see how scared and terrified you all were," Jade's fists clenched again.

What she spoke was the truth. She did see all of their faces and how scared they must have been at the time. Despite what Scout said, Jade couldn't get those looks out of her mind. They stuck to her like glue. "And I know I wasn't in my right mind, or wasn't able to control my actions; but the fact of the matter is that I did that. I hurt you guys, and I have to live with that. " Jade looked up at Scout, "you may be able to forgive me or say that it wasn't my fault, but I don't think I can do that, not yet, anyways." A pitiful smile became of Jade's face. "I won't be able to look myself in the mirror with pride until I have made amends with everyone I hurt. Alicia and Kat might've saved me the trip, but I wanted to come to you first." Jade admitted to Scout, looking at her, "the truth is, I miss how we used to be. I'm not even talking about just hanging out as casual friends - I mean really being friends. I miss being able to come to you like before. I miss being able to come to you, Jay, Ash, and everyone about any problem I may or may not be having. I miss that bond we all had before Jay and I broke up. I miss how it was before I turned to drugs." Jade said, never breaking eye contact with Scout.

“Jade..." Scout sighed, eyes connecting with the bandaged hands on her lap. "Jade, we could... The bond, ya know, it doesn't have to be different." She leaned towards the blonde, eyes narrowed and glittering with a nostalgic light. Ah, their middle school days were so much easier. Even if all the girls were already stuffing and all the boys were close minded and stupid, back then, when they were small and innocent and happy, everything just felt right.

“Jade, we can go back to all that, you know? Just--" She shifted, head lolling to half-rest on her shoulder. “If you go and, and make up with everyone it can come back. They'll... They'll forgive you, I know they will." Scout smiled, a real, beaming grin that lit up her face in an unusual way.

For a moment, Jade wasn't sure if Scout was being serious or not. She felt Scout's head to see if she had a fever. Nope, she was as hot as she always had been(yeah, Jade paid attention to her in that way, as well). So, it wasn't a fever. That made Jade smile - like really smile. There was no fake, just do it because you don't want to alert her to your true feelings. No, this was a smile that would remind Scout of the old, pre-drug-addict, alcoholic, promiscious Jade. That smile belonged to the blonde niece of the edgy Charlie Taylor. That smile belonged to the attractive blonde that captured Jay's heart. That was a smile that belonged to a girl originally thought lost, but seemingly has been found.

"You really think so?" Jade sounded hopeful. "Scout, that's all that I really wanted. Just to be able to call everyone my friend again." Jade might have been showing tears, but they were actually happy tears. They were tears of joy and relief. They were full of hope and actually looking forward to the prospect of being friends with everyone once again.
Okay I'm gonna work really hard and read all 11 pages of the IC by tonight because I'm a badass and then I'm going to get a post up for Charlie. Also if anyone wants to talk with me about relationships for Charlie, just shoot me a PM or something.


The wiki has a timeline of all events that have happened so far! It's much easier than reading through all 11 pages~

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Anywho, if Jesse ain't new to town then let's discuss... Character relationships.... ;3c
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