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The woods just outside of the town of Redwood Heights have always been...a little strange. A bit ominous, even. They've been the subject of countless conversations for the residents in the housing district and downtown areas for years, decades. Tall tales sprout up here and there, but whether thy're true or not, nobody knows.
I saw something strange lurking just beyond where the trees break.
I heard a voice calling to me from the deeper areas when I was out hunting.
The children who went missing thirty years ago were last seen near those woods...
But those are just urban legends, right? They cant be true, right? Whether they are or not, only one thing is clear: those woods are strange. Even in pictures, it's clear that there's something mysterious about them, not quite right. They feel almost alive, and the two protagonists of this story are going to find out first hand just how true that statement is.
That's the basis I have for this story I am hoping to craft. It's roots are deeply set in the mystery and supernatural genres, with a bit of psychological horror coming into play. There are still a few things that would need to be fleshed out, but that is something I usually like to do with my RP partner. We are both going to have an impact on what the story will become, so I like to work with my partner when giving it its basic outline.
I would like to have someone who is fairly detailed with their writing. You don't need to be rewriting War and Peace, I understand that we all have lives and sometimes we cant sit down and write out a whole book. A paragraph or two a post would be just fine, and even then, you can write less every once in a while, we all do sometimes. Just as long as you like to write. I hope I am able to gain the interest of someone through this, because I would absolutely love to RP this story. I would love to see where it goes. You can either respond in this post or, if you like, you can PM me. I hope to hear from someone soon!
I saw something strange lurking just beyond where the trees break.
I heard a voice calling to me from the deeper areas when I was out hunting.
The children who went missing thirty years ago were last seen near those woods...
But those are just urban legends, right? They cant be true, right? Whether they are or not, only one thing is clear: those woods are strange. Even in pictures, it's clear that there's something mysterious about them, not quite right. They feel almost alive, and the two protagonists of this story are going to find out first hand just how true that statement is.
That's the basis I have for this story I am hoping to craft. It's roots are deeply set in the mystery and supernatural genres, with a bit of psychological horror coming into play. There are still a few things that would need to be fleshed out, but that is something I usually like to do with my RP partner. We are both going to have an impact on what the story will become, so I like to work with my partner when giving it its basic outline.
I would like to have someone who is fairly detailed with their writing. You don't need to be rewriting War and Peace, I understand that we all have lives and sometimes we cant sit down and write out a whole book. A paragraph or two a post would be just fine, and even then, you can write less every once in a while, we all do sometimes. Just as long as you like to write. I hope I am able to gain the interest of someone through this, because I would absolutely love to RP this story. I would love to see where it goes. You can either respond in this post or, if you like, you can PM me. I hope to hear from someone soon!
Tim pressed back against the couch at Sophia's sudden movements, her deep slumber suddenly broken. He caught a surprised shout in his throat just before it came out, so at least the situation wasn't as awkward as it could have been. His eyes were a bit wide, and he was still shrinking back against his side of the couch a bit.
"Ah...good afternoon, um, actually." He said, smiling softly, trying to relax a bit again. "How was...um, my couch?"
"Ah...good afternoon, um, actually." He said, smiling softly, trying to relax a bit again. "How was...um, my couch?"
Tim, slowly but surely, found himself waking up. He adjusted his position a bit, taking note of the strange surface his head was resting on. He rustled his brow, then opened his eyes a bit.
It was a bad decision.
He found himself staring directly at Sophia's stomach. Her breathing was slow, and she wasn't moving. It took him a moment to connect what was happening, but eventually, he realized what it was that was happening. But he didnt freak out. For once in his life, he didn't freak out. He simply sat up, slowly, as not to wake her up too. He moved over to the other side of the couch, blushing profusely.
Absentmindedly, he took out his phone. A distraction. It was 3:30. He had been out for more than an hour. So had she, apparently. He looked at her for a few more moments, watching her sleep before snapping out of tat strange trance he was in. This happened a lot around her.
He wondered why.
It was a bad decision.
He found himself staring directly at Sophia's stomach. Her breathing was slow, and she wasn't moving. It took him a moment to connect what was happening, but eventually, he realized what it was that was happening. But he didnt freak out. For once in his life, he didn't freak out. He simply sat up, slowly, as not to wake her up too. He moved over to the other side of the couch, blushing profusely.
Absentmindedly, he took out his phone. A distraction. It was 3:30. He had been out for more than an hour. So had she, apparently. He looked at her for a few more moments, watching her sleep before snapping out of tat strange trance he was in. This happened a lot around her.
He wondered why.
Out like a fucking light.
That was a phrase that passed through Tim's head as he slept. It had been a good 48 hours since his last rest, so this was a very welcomed change from his previous two days worth of work. He slept soundlessly, without so much as a snore or a movement. He dreamed, however. It wasn't the usual nightmare, with the blood and the darkness and his mother. That was a welcomed change. The dream was...a bit strange, though.
He found himself in a strange landscape, full of colors and blank space and geometric shapes. He wasn't too sure what to make of it. He was confused in the dream, and he was running from something. He didn't know what. When he looked behind himself, he saw whatever it was, but the moment he looked away, he forgot. And he wasn't scared. He was excited.
It was a weird dream. Not good, not bad, just weird.
That was a phrase that passed through Tim's head as he slept. It had been a good 48 hours since his last rest, so this was a very welcomed change from his previous two days worth of work. He slept soundlessly, without so much as a snore or a movement. He dreamed, however. It wasn't the usual nightmare, with the blood and the darkness and his mother. That was a welcomed change. The dream was...a bit strange, though.
He found himself in a strange landscape, full of colors and blank space and geometric shapes. He wasn't too sure what to make of it. He was confused in the dream, and he was running from something. He didn't know what. When he looked behind himself, he saw whatever it was, but the moment he looked away, he forgot. And he wasn't scared. He was excited.
It was a weird dream. Not good, not bad, just weird.
Tim looked over at her slowly, a strange look frozen on his face, his eyes half open, his eyebrows raised. He shook his head a bit, a small smile, almost unnoticeable, spread across his face. He sighed quietly.
"No, I'm okay." he said, putting a pillow down on the couch again, his arms hanging limply in front of him for a few moments as he did it. He stared down at the couch for a few seconds before speaking again, words flowing out without filtering through his mind. "Because if I sleep, you'll leave."
He turned around, sluggish, looking down at the coffee table.
"I don't want you to leave."
He didn't even perceive what he was saying, he was just letting the words fall out. He wasn't doing that Tim thing he did when he realized what he said and got really nervous. He was just talking, smiling, saying what he thought. It was different.
"No, I'm okay." he said, putting a pillow down on the couch again, his arms hanging limply in front of him for a few moments as he did it. He stared down at the couch for a few seconds before speaking again, words flowing out without filtering through his mind. "Because if I sleep, you'll leave."
He turned around, sluggish, looking down at the coffee table.
"I don't want you to leave."
He didn't even perceive what he was saying, he was just letting the words fall out. He wasn't doing that Tim thing he did when he realized what he said and got really nervous. He was just talking, smiling, saying what he thought. It was different.
Tim smiled a bit, his tired eyes looking down again as he picked up a few papers from the floor. He was a little happy that she wanted to stay. He really liked having her around. She made him feel better about a lot of things, including these episodes he found himself having a little more frequently lately, much to his own dismay. He knew it wasn't his fault, especially with that weird portal thing, but still. He felt guilty for pulling Sophia into all of this.
He was slowly beginning to notice just how tired he was. He had slept for roughly twenty minutes that night. Usually he would be fine with that. Usually, he pulled all nighters without even realizing them, but this time? He felt himself slowly slipping away more and more as he cleaned up the living room. Maybe it was because Sophia was there? Her presence was incredibly calming to him, so it wouldn't surprise him if thats what it was.
He felt safe, so he felt like he could sleep.
But, he fought through it, trying his hardest to stay aware and get his living room cleaned.
He also really liked spending time with Sophia, and he didnt want to waste it.
He was slowly beginning to notice just how tired he was. He had slept for roughly twenty minutes that night. Usually he would be fine with that. Usually, he pulled all nighters without even realizing them, but this time? He felt himself slowly slipping away more and more as he cleaned up the living room. Maybe it was because Sophia was there? Her presence was incredibly calming to him, so it wouldn't surprise him if thats what it was.
He felt safe, so he felt like he could sleep.
But, he fought through it, trying his hardest to stay aware and get his living room cleaned.
He also really liked spending time with Sophia, and he didnt want to waste it.
Though the look on her face was only there for a moment, he saw it. He saw the anger flaring up behind her eyes, the way she pursed her lips, the way her jaw clenched up. Honestly, he was a little frightened. He looked away for a moment, eyes ever so slightly wider. What happened? He looked back and, just as soon as he saw it, it was gone. She was blank, calm, normal.
He put a couple of remotes back up on the coffee table, avoiding eye contact for a bit, trying to sort himself out, along with the rest of the situation. He thought that maybe he was making her mad, by asking her to help him clean the place up. Or maybe it was because he didnt want to be touched. Or maybe it was just him, generally, he didnt know.
"You, um...y'know, you dont...need to help, if you have to go or something,t hats okay." He said quietly, picking up a coaster from the floor and putting it next to the remotes.
He put a couple of remotes back up on the coffee table, avoiding eye contact for a bit, trying to sort himself out, along with the rest of the situation. He thought that maybe he was making her mad, by asking her to help him clean the place up. Or maybe it was because he didnt want to be touched. Or maybe it was just him, generally, he didnt know.
"You, um...y'know, you dont...need to help, if you have to go or something,t hats okay." He said quietly, picking up a coaster from the floor and putting it next to the remotes.
The idea for this RP is pretty simple, actually. Two kids, both of different upbringings, get detention. They meet there, and they make a connection. What unfolds is the story of their friendship, and what it evolves into.
All I ask is that you bring something to the table, weather it be a new, interesting idea or addition to the RP, or incredible grammar, or an interesting perspective, whathaveyou. (well, that, and dont respond with just one line of text. Gimme at least a paragraph!) I'm sure we can make this RP interesting!
Now, I personally like to RP as a male, because thats what I am, and it's what I know, and I should probably stick to what I know, right? So I'll be RPing as a dude, so if that brings you in, or turns you off, I suppose it's good to know.
As far as what their relationship develops into, that can be anything. Hate, love, friendship, frienemies, fuckbuddies, the sky's the limit!
If you're interested, reply here or PM me!
All I ask is that you bring something to the table, weather it be a new, interesting idea or addition to the RP, or incredible grammar, or an interesting perspective, whathaveyou. (well, that, and dont respond with just one line of text. Gimme at least a paragraph!) I'm sure we can make this RP interesting!
Now, I personally like to RP as a male, because thats what I am, and it's what I know, and I should probably stick to what I know, right? So I'll be RPing as a dude, so if that brings you in, or turns you off, I suppose it's good to know.
As far as what their relationship develops into, that can be anything. Hate, love, friendship, frienemies, fuckbuddies, the sky's the limit!
If you're interested, reply here or PM me!
Tim made a large hand motion, which generally included the entire apartment.
"Here would be a good place to start."
He walked into his living room, sighing a little as he looked at the state of the place. He shouldn't have done this. Why did he do this? Why couldn't he just control his feelings and his emotions and his everythings? Why did he have to have night terrors and see things and hear things that weren't there? He walked over to the opposite side of the room, picking up a cushion, holding it in front of him, looking at it. He stayed like this for a few momnts before finally bringing it over to the couch, setting it down on the cushion.
"Here would be a good place to start."
He walked into his living room, sighing a little as he looked at the state of the place. He shouldn't have done this. Why did he do this? Why couldn't he just control his feelings and his emotions and his everythings? Why did he have to have night terrors and see things and hear things that weren't there? He walked over to the opposite side of the room, picking up a cushion, holding it in front of him, looking at it. He stayed like this for a few momnts before finally bringing it over to the couch, setting it down on the cushion.
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