Sadie

Edgebaston Academy - SoL High School RP

Oh, hey.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Finally finished it, sorry taking so long!

Rhys Park

"_{It ain't the letting go, it's more about the things that you take with}"

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______________________________________ N A M E : Rhys Seo-Jun Park G E N D E R : cis Male A G E / D O B : 27, August 12 S E X U A L I T Y : Bisexual || Single P L A C E O F B I R T H : Los Angeles, California E M P L O Y M E N T : Writer || Part-time Barista A P P E A R A N C E D E T A I L S : H E I G H T : 5'11 W E I G H T : 182 H A I R : Brown-ish E Y E S : Black S K I N T O N E : Fair M O D S : N/A S T Y L E : Casual, Grandpa Inspired, Vintage, Dark Academia P E R S O N A L I T Y : Stubborn ☾ Adventurous ☾ Resourceful ☾ Kind ☾ Confident ☾ Friendly ☾ Nonchalant Since he could remember, there isn't much that ever bothered Rhys much. He has always been the person to go with the flow, always open to new adventures and endeavors. He's easy with a smile, and even easier to approach. L I K E S : Reading all sorts of material, fantasy books are his favorite. Spicy foods, to the point your lips go numb and you're crying. Playing the piano, his parents pushed him to learn, and over time liked it. Dancing, ever since he learned he has liked dancing salsa. Learning about new things, be it about music, art, writing, or food. D I S L I K E S : Sour candy or foods, he doesn't like the taste of it much People who force things on to others, no matter what it is Spiders, he has a bit of a phobia but won't admit to it Rats, the same as above. H A B I T S : When in deep concentration, he pushed his glasses up his nose. He tends to play video games late into the night and always regrets it in the morning. She works out every other day and usually in the mornings. F E A R S : Spiders and rats. He has always been scared of them and will not admit it to anyone. That he will never be able to write. B A C K G R O U N D : Nestled between the edge of Korea Town and El Salvador Corridor, there stood in a corner the Park's small market– Park & Mart. Rhys grew up in the little market surrounded by its plaster walls. The rows of snacks, pre-packed pastries, and canned goods offered ample ways for the boy's imagination to flourish. The air conditioner, older than him, was a dragon. It watched over the store, guarding it and greeting every customer with a roar when the door opened. Adventures from all over the world spoke languages he'd never heard, and others spoke in the familiar tones he knew from upstairs. As he grew, the store and his parents stayed the same. The walls, the food, the snacks, and the AC all slowly began to shift in his mind. Day by day, the walls felt as if they were closing in on him. Trapping him and swallowing him whole with no way out. Suffocated by the expectations trusted upon him by his parents who didn't even know him. Rhys wasn't interested in math, or science, or English, or Korean. He wanted to read and spend the hours of the day with a book deep in the pages of a fantasy novel. To experience adventures in faraway lands, battling for the good of the world, slaying monsters, and delivering justice upon it with a swing of his sword. He began writing when he turned ten. He started in a notebook his mother bought him for his birthday. He'd filled it with stories of his favorite characters, be it from books or shows, or movies. Slowly every page was filled with his writing until he had run out of space. Then another notebook, followed by another and another. Looked like the Parks had a future novelist, and so far he has been living up to it. Shortly after college Rhys he wrote a short fantasy story of Korean Gwisin or ghosts. It gained enough attention to put his name out to the world and gain a small following. Two years later he wrote, "Letters to the Jeosung Saja". It became his top-selling book and gained the title of New York's Best Seller. That was three years ago. Now, Rhys has been struggling to even get a word into paper or Google Docs. Nothing he does sparks inspiration. Everything is bleak and colorless. And worst of all– he doesn't know what is wrong with him or where this sudden stump came from.

_{O T H E R :}

• _{He can speak Korean, English, and whatever curse words he picks up from Liliana.}
• _{Always carries a notebook with him in case inspiration strikes. So far he only has one page filled.}

@Pyxis

Love him! Go ahead and move him over!

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

Location: Apartment 4B. Sadie's and Ember's apartment
Interactions: Ember @Days

Another year, another holiday without seeing her parents. It didn't particularly bug Sadie, but it did hurt when she found out they were vacationing in exotic places while she was stuck in the states. How she longed to be on the beaches of Bali or in a resort with a fabulous view of the mountains. She was very well off, mind you, but her credit cards were strictly to fund her various shopping sprees. Any extra cash on the side went directly to her little fun secret habits on the side. How she longed for the day when her acting job took off. Then she'd get everything she ever wanted and more.

This year was just like the last couple. The only difference being where the festivities were now taking place. Sadie was incredibly happy with the decision for it to be held at the local chef's house. Not only was his food absolutely divine, but he was also delectable to look at as well. Thoughts of that nature had to be hidden, however. Nothing good could come with sleeping with your neighbors. She really didn't feel like moving if the man became too attached to her.

The one main difference this go around was the fact that she had a roommate to share the experience with. Sadie had known Ember for a short amount of time compared to the others, but she had easily and quickly become her best friend. The two women had quickly become inseparable ever since moving in together. Despite being complete opposites, including Ember having a fashion sense that made Sadie cringe on the daily, the two had become like sisters. Sadie didn't know how she ever lived without the woman in her life.

As she stared at her reflection in her floor length mirror, Sadie smoothed out her dress and twirled a bit to see her strappy heels. Once she finally approved of her outfit, she walked over to her four-poster queen sized bed and grabbed her black clutch from near her pillows. Making her way to her personal bathroom, she opened up her medicine cabinet and grabbed a black vial. Sadie took off the cap. Attached to the bottom of the lid was a little spoon. Bringing it up to her nose, she quickly inhaled the white powder. Recapping it, she brushed off any excess and replaced the vial in it's place.

She was about to walk out the door when it suddenly opened to reveal her roommate. At the woman's question, Sadie's face immediately lit up. "The day has finally arrived, huh?" With a small clapping of her hands, she nodded. "I have just the thing for you. Here." The woman disappeared into her walk in closet, only to reappear a few moments later with a black jumpsuit. She bounced on her heels as she beamed. "It will look absolutely stunning on you."

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

Axel Sweetlake & Delaney Barlowe

_{Location: Outside. Huddeen clinic.}

Timeframe Around 2PM

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_{Interaction(s): Axel & Delaney}

Previously: Axel here and Delaney here

Axel held the brown bag he had earlier filled with two apple danishes in his right hand. He looked at his watch on his left. 1:50. A habit he tended to do, but time didn't matter much anymore. He lingered outside on the porch, the front door locked behind him. Axel didn't like to go outside. Not after what he saw, what he experienced that day at the market. Realistically, he knew there hadn't come a zombie through their street in a while. But that doesn't mean it can't happen. Their street wasn't fortified, wasn't protected and there was no watch. There's a plausible danger in going out. But this time, Axel had to. He needed more insulin. After a deep breath, the young chef walked down the porch steps and then steadily down the sloped path toward the street. Axel was observant, looking up and down the street for threats.

He wasn't a fighter, but he had an axe hanging on his belt. A bit much? Probably. But if needed, it would definitely help him. Doom comes to those who are unprepared, and Axel was fit and strong. And scared.

He passed the house of the Graves, then the Holloways, cursing himself again for his negligence. There, he crossed the street, his eyes on the brushes of what passes off as a park, and the gazebo that was the eyecatcher of the plot. There, he spotted ol' Velero's tenants. Axel furrowed his brows for a moment, wondering why they were there, but decided that it was not his business. Maybe he would say hi to them later. Arriving at the clinic, Axel looked around him and over his shoulder before entering the building.

A bark. Axel smiled. Weasley. The dog rounded a corner in a protective manner, but his ears perked up and he wagged his tail as he spotted Axel. "Hey boy," Axel said as he hunched down to pet the dog. "Where's your mum?"

Delaney had been lost in thought when she heard Weasley suddenly bark. First, she was terrified. Then she rolled her eyes at herself for jumping to assumptions. No zombie would be able to get through a door. Or could they? She didn't want to think of the possibilities. And then came the voice. The very voice that plagued her dreams for weeks. And, the one belonging to the patient file that was still on her screen.

Clearing her throat, she quickly looked in a mirror and made sure her hair and makeup were intact. She took in a deep breath and stood before moving to the front of the clinic. Delaney couldn't help the flush creeping up her neck as she took in the appearance of the man standing before her. The breath rushed out of her and she started to ramble. "Axel. Hi. I was planning on visiting you today. How are you feeling?"

Axel was scratching Weasly, who had ended up showing his belly to the young man. He looked up as Delaney rounded the same corner Weasly did. She looked good, in one piece. The midday rays through the window made her hair redder than it was. Flashbacks of her hair tousled up and his hands in it briefly crossed his mind, but he shook them away. She planned on visiting him today? He smiled and stood straight again, holding out the paper bag in his hand. "Hey, meal service, you ordered your favourite?" he jested. He knew her favourite because she always ordered the same thing at the Greenhouse. A mocha latte and an apple danish. The Greenhouse, the last time they really spoke.

"I'm feeling absolutely peachy. How are you?"

Her eyes immediately went to the paper bag and her breath hitched. It was kind of him to remember her favorite. Was it more? The last time the two of them had seen each other was at the Greenhouse. The last time they'd experienced everything together. She cleared her throat and reached out for the bag, a shy smile on her face. "You're too sweet. Thank you."

At the question, she held the bag against her chest and shrugged. "I'm good. Great. Um. You know, besides the zombie stuff." Why couldn't she speak properly around him anymore? She gave a small laugh at herself for feeling like an absolute schoolgirl. "I'm good."

Axel nodded as he pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, he chuckled a little at her comment. "Oh, just the zombie stuff? Inconsequential, really." When the dog circled his feet, Axel crouched down and petted him again. Why was this conversation so awkward? They used to be able to converse easily, joking around, talking about their work, Harper, etcetera. Sometimes she talked so much Axel had to refill her coffee since it had gone cold. Except Axel knew full well why they were awkward right now. The young chef coughed in his hand to fill the silence. "I actually came here for myself too. I was wondering if you still had some insulin?" He asked.

She couldn't help but to keep her eyes on him. The man had consumed her mind since that day in the Greenhouse. She couldn't help her eyes going to his arms. Delaney remembered how strong they were, yet gentle when needed. Shaking her head to rid herself of the memory, she let herself process his question. Her eyes widened a bit and she nodded quickly. "Insulin. Yes. I do. How much do you need? Are you out? I can go get you some. How's your sugar been? Have you been watching your diet?" She was rambling like an idiot and couldn't help it.

A smile crept on Axel's face as the nurse practitioner rambled. He leaned against the front desk, unmanned and abandoned. "I'm almost out. Just.. give me some for a week or two? I wouldn't want anyone else to be missing out, as well." His eyes were on the ground to conceal his smile, a slight red tint to his cheeks, as she rambled about his health. A topic Axel severely disliked talking about. He got these questions from Harper enough as it is. "It's fine, and my diet is as good as anyone's in a zombie apocalypse."

Nodding, she took a breath as she searched his face. She knew he hated talking about his health, but it was important to her that he took care of himself. Everybody needed to be on their A-game with what was happening on the streets. Delaney chewed the inside of her cheek. She was about to step towards the back where her fridge was before she stopped. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "I think- I think we need to talk about what happened."

Axel momentarily stilled. His jaw was clenched and he crossed his arms while remaining in his leaning position. "What is there to talk about?"

She watched his body language and the pit of her stomach fell. Delaney offered him a small grin and shook her head. "Nothing, I guess." So it meant more to her than it did to him. Good to know. She could stop obsessing over the man. She cleared her throat and straightened. "I'll go get the insulin. I'll be right back."

Hurrying out of the main lobby, she went back into the small lab that was set up. She took a choppy breath before grabbing the week's worth of insulin for him. Delaney grabbed a small prescription bag and put them inside. She quickly headed back out and handed him the bag. "There you go. One week's worth."

Axel placed his palm on his face and sighed as Delaney retreated. Why was he such an ass? It's not like him to be like this. Well, he is a bit of an ass sometimes, but never to her. When she walked back around the corner and held up her hand with the bag, Axel dropped his hands to his side, taking in a breath. "I'm sorry. There is just nothing to talk about because it happened. I don't regret it. Frankly, I had been wanting to for a long time. Maybe.. maybe not in that way. Take you out to dinner first.. or I don't know, something actually romantic, but I don't regret it." Axel stammered a bit, trying to find his words to ensure he won't fuck up what he was saying and insult her further. He was never good with girls, because frankly, he never had to really try. And maybe that's just part of the problem. "Do you regret it?"

He had been wanting to be with her? For a long time? The thoughts made her stop and blink at him. She never expected that. Sure, they had their little flirting back and forth whenever she visited the Greenhouse, but she had always thought it was innocent. Until that day. With a clearing of her throat, she put on a grin as she shook her head. "No. I don't."

She shifted her feet and shrugged. "A date would have been nice. Now, it just seems kind of redundant. With everything going on." Delaney tried to hand him the bag once more before movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Sucking in a breath, she quickly looked out of the window and rose a brow. "What the- what are they doing? Don't they know how dangerous it is to be outside?"

Axel took the bag from her hands. Her attention went to the window, however. He'd seen two people at the gazebo before and didn't think much of it. However, curiously crept in and he moved towards the window to see what Delaney was seeing.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

	GM ❖ SILENT WHISPERS____CO GM ❖ SAILORSADIE ɢᴇɴʀᴇs ❖ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ, ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ, sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, 18+, ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ❖ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

DISCLAIMER

This roleplay is based on the television show, Friends. Knowledge of the show is definitely not required as this will be our telling of our own group of friends.

PREMISE

Everyone has that flare about them that makes them different or special and people often gravitate towards them because of it. Some people realize it and play it up while others don’t even realize it or they just deny it. This quality may be a good thing or a bad thing but it helps people go through life but sometimes, it hinders them from their full potential. That flare that resides in people can be anything from a physical feature, a trait within their personality, or maybe a life event that happened and shaped them into the person they are today. Either way it goes, whatever that specific thing may be within that person makes them stand out in the crowd. It’s what makes that person different or special.

But these ten individuals, who travel through the crowded streets in the City of Angels known as Los Angeles, may have hopes and dreams but maybe they don’t. Each one of them just wants to be happy, a feeling that is relative to each of them, and while that is they will always have each other along with other people that have entered their lives. However their lives play out, whether it’s embracing their own individuality or not, it’s all up to them now.

Some have known each other growing while others are just being introduced to the group lives. Some of them share apartments while others have decided to stay on their own. They are all entering adulthood now and about to be on a crazy adventure right in their own city.

Romance, drama, and even betrayal will happen in their lives and all they have to do is figure out who or what it is they want to be.

But no one told them that life would be this way.

OBLIVION ▋ a linear superhero roleplay

Interested

RATTLECHOMP

I'll have a post up tomorrow.

Beta Testers Needed

I'd be happy to help anyway I can.

I'ʟʟ Bᴇ Tʜᴇʀᴇ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ | Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ

@Silent Whispers Hahaha, well I have a feeling Jasmine's the Rachel of our group, with her fashion sense and Christian's the new...Ross xD haha.
Wonder whom will be the Joey, Chandler and Phoebe xD hehe
I am sure they'll all pitch in somehow, with bringing stuff, so we're all good.

@WolfLover

Sadie will be a mix of Rachel and Joey.

Left Behind: Mulberry Street

_{Location: Her office, Barlowe Clinic}

Timeframe Early Morning

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_{Interaction(s): None}

Previously: N/A

Soon coming upon the small four room clinic, Delaney took a small glance around to make sure nothing out of the ordinary was going to sneak up on her. She took a shaky breath and put her key in the door. "See, Weasley? Just another day at the office. Just another normal day." Maybe if she spoke it into existence, it would actually be true. She didn't have high hopes.

She opened the door and turned on the lights before letting her precious pup off his leash. Delaney allowed the dog to have free roam of the clinic and so far, there had been no complaints from any of her patients. It served double duty, now. He alerted her to anything out of the ordinary and gave her ample time to hide.

Clearing her throat, she made her way to her small simple office and turned on the light. She made her way over to her desk and took a seat. Her eyes looked down at her schedule. "Empty again. Shocker." Of course, nobody in their right mind these days would schedule at the very least a checkup. Although she knew if this went on much longer, there would be a few people she would have to make house calls to. Even with the dangers lurking outside, she wouldn't risk anyone's health if she could help it.

Delaney leaned back in her chair and decided to update some patient files. As her fingers clicked away, memories started to flash in her mind of an event a couple weeks prior. Her fingers paused on the keyboard as her teeth sucked in her lower lip. A small blush worked its way up her neck and to her cheeks. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a cheesy grin.

"Aarf!"

She jumped at the noise and the expression on her face quickly vanished. Clearing her throat, she looked down at the dog and let out a shaky breath. Weasley was sitting beside her, wagging his tail. She could have sworn he had a grin on his face. Delaney eyed him. "Well. That was rude."

He answered with another happy bark. Shaking her head, she looked back at her computer. Her eyes caught sight of the patient file on her screen. It was the same person that was intruding her daydreams. Delaney groaned and sat back in her chair. "So much for a doctor-patient relationship." She then noticed the date of the last visit. Her brows furrowed with worry. Delaney would definitely have to pay this patient a home visit if they didn't visit her soon.