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I was was going to tell a joke about a dead parrot, but it was way too Macawbre.
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I thought to myself earlier, "You know what Sam? You have lots of free time, do something for charity." So I made a website for orphans. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have a home page.
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If you don't know how to address it, you look up the house number, the street, the zipcode, write it on an envelope and pop a stamp on.
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I don’t enjoy computer jokes. Not one bit.
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I went to a zoo the other day, but there was only one dog there. It was a Shitzu.
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@Piqsy Sure!
Bang.
The gunshot seemed to echo around the empty, rain slicked streets, a rather haunting and loud noise that drew the attention of residents all around though none left the homes in which they lived. Curtains twitched of course, and lights came on in various apartments filling all the high rise buildings, yet not a soul came outside to see what was going on.
Time seemed to slow down for Charlie at that moment, the young woman dropping to her knees as the bullet entered her stomach. Pain shot up her body, and from behind her she heard a scream of her name. She saw the gun drop, heard it hit the ground and the splash as it hit the puddle. She heard and saw the running feet of the man whom shot her, felt the warmth of arms around her, saw into the eyes of the woman she'd been protected and heard her name.
Then... black.
--Three days later--
Charlie's eyes fluttered open as she lay in the white, crisp sheets of a hospital bed. Everything ached as she looked around herself, seeing first the wires and tubes then the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Her bed was the only one in this room, so she was somewhere private.. How did she afford this? She had little money... The smell of sterile equipment hit her nose and she shivered, before closing her eyes as the lights started to hurt.
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So, I will be playing a Male to Female character for this, called Charlie. At the time of the shooting, she has not yet physically transitioned though she does use female pronouns and refers to herself as "Charlotte" or "Charlie". Born Charles, she has always gone by Charlie though she likes Charlotte as a name too. She's usually scared and shy, but has bravery within as evident by the fact she got shot trying to defend her best friend. Charlie is 18.
I kinda figured your character is a bad girl or punk type, whom always had a soft spot for my character for whatever reason and as such, they've been friends since Charlie was 6 and your character was 8. I wanted the two year gap between them as I figured it'd give her more of a protective nature towards Charlie. Romance between them is optional.
I will admit, I kinda got influenced by this picture so I am kinda tempted to make Charlie a bit on the bigger side though if you don't want a chubby character for mine I will change that.
The gunshot seemed to echo around the empty, rain slicked streets, a rather haunting and loud noise that drew the attention of residents all around though none left the homes in which they lived. Curtains twitched of course, and lights came on in various apartments filling all the high rise buildings, yet not a soul came outside to see what was going on.
Time seemed to slow down for Charlie at that moment, the young woman dropping to her knees as the bullet entered her stomach. Pain shot up her body, and from behind her she heard a scream of her name. She saw the gun drop, heard it hit the ground and the splash as it hit the puddle. She heard and saw the running feet of the man whom shot her, felt the warmth of arms around her, saw into the eyes of the woman she'd been protected and heard her name.
Then... black.
--Three days later--
Charlie's eyes fluttered open as she lay in the white, crisp sheets of a hospital bed. Everything ached as she looked around herself, seeing first the wires and tubes then the oxygen mask over her mouth and nose. Her bed was the only one in this room, so she was somewhere private.. How did she afford this? She had little money... The smell of sterile equipment hit her nose and she shivered, before closing her eyes as the lights started to hurt.
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So, I will be playing a Male to Female character for this, called Charlie. At the time of the shooting, she has not yet physically transitioned though she does use female pronouns and refers to herself as "Charlotte" or "Charlie". Born Charles, she has always gone by Charlie though she likes Charlotte as a name too. She's usually scared and shy, but has bravery within as evident by the fact she got shot trying to defend her best friend. Charlie is 18.
I kinda figured your character is a bad girl or punk type, whom always had a soft spot for my character for whatever reason and as such, they've been friends since Charlie was 6 and your character was 8. I wanted the two year gap between them as I figured it'd give her more of a protective nature towards Charlie. Romance between them is optional.
I will admit, I kinda got influenced by this picture so I am kinda tempted to make Charlie a bit on the bigger side though if you don't want a chubby character for mine I will change that.
Okay, so a random but possibly fun idea.
My character is an artist whom is on a plane flying from England to America, when it crashlands on a remote island in the midst of a jungle. He survives with few injuries, though why is never revealed. He is discovered by the leader of a remote tribe and his family, and though they are unsure at first, thanks to your character, the daughter of the family, he is helped and allowed to recover here.
Whilst recovering, your character and mine interact. Though a language barrier, they learn to communicate and start to discover more about the other's culture and the like. He falls in love with her, though he doesn't know what to say nor to do.
I figured eventually he would chose to remain with his new friends and his love, feeling accepted by a society for the first time in his life. He learns to hunt and to find food, whilst he teaches some of the tribe to read and to write if they wish to learn.
Arthur, my character, is 19 so I figured yours would be around 18-22. She is the daughter in the tribe. The island and language they'd speak is fictional.
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Remote. So, so remote...
Arthur didn't know where he was, but he knew his arm hurt a hell of a lot. His body was covered in cuts and in bruises, his ribs broken too. He was lucky to be alive though, the plane he was on having crashed into the remote jungles. The fire burned some 3 miles behind him, wreckage still all around him.
Groaning in pain, his vision grew blurry for a moment before he shook his head. Walking might have been stupid right now as he didn't know if he had any injuries to his neck or spine due to the crash. His shoulder bag smacked against his ribs, causing pain to jut through his body but he wouldn't let it go. It had his notebook and photos inside, as well as other belongings that he wanted with him if he were to die. He could see his suitcase on the ground too, bashed and split but salvageable at least. He took it in his right hand, knowing his left was broken before he began to walk aimlessly.
For about twenty minutes he walked in circles, before he felt something whiz by his face. He froze and turned, seeing three men and two women stood in a clearing. All three wore little in the way of clothing, covering up only the most intimate of areas, as well as the women's chest.
The men had weapons, and the women held what looked like makeshift bags with food inside. He held his hands up as he put his bag down, showing he had no weapons and nothing to harm them. He cried out though as pain ran through his arm, shuddering as he fell to his knees.
My character is an artist whom is on a plane flying from England to America, when it crashlands on a remote island in the midst of a jungle. He survives with few injuries, though why is never revealed. He is discovered by the leader of a remote tribe and his family, and though they are unsure at first, thanks to your character, the daughter of the family, he is helped and allowed to recover here.
Whilst recovering, your character and mine interact. Though a language barrier, they learn to communicate and start to discover more about the other's culture and the like. He falls in love with her, though he doesn't know what to say nor to do.
I figured eventually he would chose to remain with his new friends and his love, feeling accepted by a society for the first time in his life. He learns to hunt and to find food, whilst he teaches some of the tribe to read and to write if they wish to learn.
Arthur, my character, is 19 so I figured yours would be around 18-22. She is the daughter in the tribe. The island and language they'd speak is fictional.
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Remote. So, so remote...
Arthur didn't know where he was, but he knew his arm hurt a hell of a lot. His body was covered in cuts and in bruises, his ribs broken too. He was lucky to be alive though, the plane he was on having crashed into the remote jungles. The fire burned some 3 miles behind him, wreckage still all around him.
Groaning in pain, his vision grew blurry for a moment before he shook his head. Walking might have been stupid right now as he didn't know if he had any injuries to his neck or spine due to the crash. His shoulder bag smacked against his ribs, causing pain to jut through his body but he wouldn't let it go. It had his notebook and photos inside, as well as other belongings that he wanted with him if he were to die. He could see his suitcase on the ground too, bashed and split but salvageable at least. He took it in his right hand, knowing his left was broken before he began to walk aimlessly.
For about twenty minutes he walked in circles, before he felt something whiz by his face. He froze and turned, seeing three men and two women stood in a clearing. All three wore little in the way of clothing, covering up only the most intimate of areas, as well as the women's chest.
The men had weapons, and the women held what looked like makeshift bags with food inside. He held his hands up as he put his bag down, showing he had no weapons and nothing to harm them. He cried out though as pain ran through his arm, shuddering as he fell to his knees.
Loneliness.
James had always been lonely. He found making friends was a difficult thing to do, being rather shy and anxious in nature. This wasn't helped by the fact his mother and father were constantly on the move as part of their job, so only in the last two year had he settled down. He had turned 18 on the very first day of the school year, so was able to live alone as he worked.
The word was "alone". He was so awfully lonely, no friends, nothing to do with his family...He just attended class and worked, and on his days off he would lay alone in bed or sit on the sofa and watch TV in his small, lonely apartment. Just him, and nobody else. He hated this, but was scared to make friends. He was picked on so much in the past, and his mother and father had both told him he would never be wanted by anyone.
Y/C is more popular than mine is. She has lots of people whom call her a friend and hang around her. She could have her pick of anyone she wanted, and is liked by everyone, so it seems. Yet she too is lonely. Surrounded by people, yet not one seems to be a true friend nor care all that much for her other than to get to the top of the ladder.
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So I figured your character and mine are paired together for a while as part of a school initiative to make the less.. popular kids less lonesome and try to prevent bullying. A good idea not executed greatly, but that's how it was. Yet, they actually hit it off well. They find they have a lot of interests in common, share the same sense of humour and so on.
As such, they become very fast friends and very close in a short period of time. As close as they are, they both fear the other will leave and this prevents them from becoming as close as they want to.. no, need to be.
James had always been lonely. He found making friends was a difficult thing to do, being rather shy and anxious in nature. This wasn't helped by the fact his mother and father were constantly on the move as part of their job, so only in the last two year had he settled down. He had turned 18 on the very first day of the school year, so was able to live alone as he worked.
The word was "alone". He was so awfully lonely, no friends, nothing to do with his family...He just attended class and worked, and on his days off he would lay alone in bed or sit on the sofa and watch TV in his small, lonely apartment. Just him, and nobody else. He hated this, but was scared to make friends. He was picked on so much in the past, and his mother and father had both told him he would never be wanted by anyone.
Y/C is more popular than mine is. She has lots of people whom call her a friend and hang around her. She could have her pick of anyone she wanted, and is liked by everyone, so it seems. Yet she too is lonely. Surrounded by people, yet not one seems to be a true friend nor care all that much for her other than to get to the top of the ladder.
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So I figured your character and mine are paired together for a while as part of a school initiative to make the less.. popular kids less lonesome and try to prevent bullying. A good idea not executed greatly, but that's how it was. Yet, they actually hit it off well. They find they have a lot of interests in common, share the same sense of humour and so on.
As such, they become very fast friends and very close in a short period of time. As close as they are, they both fear the other will leave and this prevents them from becoming as close as they want to.. no, need to be.
William sat on his bed, silent and still. His knees were drawn to his chest, the male wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts which hung on his tiny and thin form almost like a pair of actual shorts as they were a few sizes too large on him.
He was bony and tiny, his form sickeningly and shockingly thin. His body was covered in bruising, from his shoulders right down to his toes. Dried blood spotted all over him right now, and his long, blonde hair framed his face and hid those beautiful blue eyes of his. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the door to his room enter, and he laid eyes on a woman he'd known since they were children. He'd spoken with her once or twice, but had always been weary of making friends with her. He liked and wanted to be her friend, but..
His current "best friend", Lilian, was controlling, cold and abusive. Yet she kept this facade of kindness and love up that fooled everyone. Nobody knew how she treated William, how she'd beat him up for talking to others, how she'd withhold food and the like from him. Yet he stayed with her, scared though he didn't like nor love her anymore and hadn't for years. He wanted out, wanted someone who would be genuinely nice and love him, help him get better.
William's heart sank as he didn't move, knowing she could see what Lilian had done to him this time. His big, sad eyes looked to his classmate before he burst into tears in front of her as he could no longer hold back the fear and sadness he felt. He had always held these emotions back, kept up the appearance that he and Lilian were happy together. But unlike her, he was actually a sweet and kind soul, who wasn't cruel or hateful. His biggest flaw was the fact he wasn't going to ever stand up for himself.
But despite what others thought, he wasn't timid or scared in a sense. Yes, she scared him and he was scared of being hurt, but he was brave to keep things going, brave to try and battle through. But he deserved better now, and needed someone to love and help him.
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So, I figured that Y/C and mine, William, are sort of friends. Years ago, he helped her through a hellish situation and in doing so, saved her from a life like the one he currently has. He never came clean about his own situation, covering it up.
However, I figured recently Y/C has caught on, or seen Lilian cheating on Will and wanting him to know came to tell him. He only trusts Y/C at all, though he hasn't told her of the abuse as he's worried it might affect her due to the past.
I kinda thought it'd be cool if she were to rescue him from this, help him regain his strength and work through it all with him like he did her years ago.
He was bony and tiny, his form sickeningly and shockingly thin. His body was covered in bruising, from his shoulders right down to his toes. Dried blood spotted all over him right now, and his long, blonde hair framed his face and hid those beautiful blue eyes of his. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the door to his room enter, and he laid eyes on a woman he'd known since they were children. He'd spoken with her once or twice, but had always been weary of making friends with her. He liked and wanted to be her friend, but..
His current "best friend", Lilian, was controlling, cold and abusive. Yet she kept this facade of kindness and love up that fooled everyone. Nobody knew how she treated William, how she'd beat him up for talking to others, how she'd withhold food and the like from him. Yet he stayed with her, scared though he didn't like nor love her anymore and hadn't for years. He wanted out, wanted someone who would be genuinely nice and love him, help him get better.
William's heart sank as he didn't move, knowing she could see what Lilian had done to him this time. His big, sad eyes looked to his classmate before he burst into tears in front of her as he could no longer hold back the fear and sadness he felt. He had always held these emotions back, kept up the appearance that he and Lilian were happy together. But unlike her, he was actually a sweet and kind soul, who wasn't cruel or hateful. His biggest flaw was the fact he wasn't going to ever stand up for himself.
But despite what others thought, he wasn't timid or scared in a sense. Yes, she scared him and he was scared of being hurt, but he was brave to keep things going, brave to try and battle through. But he deserved better now, and needed someone to love and help him.
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So, I figured that Y/C and mine, William, are sort of friends. Years ago, he helped her through a hellish situation and in doing so, saved her from a life like the one he currently has. He never came clean about his own situation, covering it up.
However, I figured recently Y/C has caught on, or seen Lilian cheating on Will and wanting him to know came to tell him. He only trusts Y/C at all, though he hasn't told her of the abuse as he's worried it might affect her due to the past.
I kinda thought it'd be cool if she were to rescue him from this, help him regain his strength and work through it all with him like he did her years ago.
Lily looked up at her best friend, wiping her face then giving her a small and sad little nod. She still felt hurt, but knew that her beautiful Grace would still love and protect her now. Lily wasn't brave, or strong, not like the one person she loved. She admired Grace for a lot, but her best friend was so damn strong and so damn confident it made the smaller woman's heart ache for the love and affection she craved. Lily wanted, no, needed to feel Grace's arms around her every night, her warm and cosy body close enough to cuddle up to if Lily were scared or alone. Not that she would be.
"Wait, Grace..." Lily spoke out, taking the other by the hand. "I don't want a movie night, or ice cream, or anything like that.." Her small form shifted, kneeling up on the bed to make things a touch easier. "I want this." Lily swallowed, then lent in and pressed her soft and warm lips against her best friend's in hopes of a kiss in return. Her tiny body curled up into Grace a little, breaking the kiss to see how the other would react.
"Wait, Grace..." Lily spoke out, taking the other by the hand. "I don't want a movie night, or ice cream, or anything like that.." Her small form shifted, kneeling up on the bed to make things a touch easier. "I want this." Lily swallowed, then lent in and pressed her soft and warm lips against her best friend's in hopes of a kiss in return. Her tiny body curled up into Grace a little, breaking the kiss to see how the other would react.
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18.
"I Love You, I Promise"
"<Name>?!"
Edward stood in the doorway leading into his best friend's dorm room, his mouth open as he gazed at her. He had never seen her in less than a hoodie and jeans, so to see how frail and tiny she was scared him. She was horribly thin, and his heart broke to see the one he loved so.. so.. Edward couldn't even find the words to describe how he felt seeing her like this.
He closed the door to the dorm behind him, placing down the box he'd brought in with him. Instead he moved straight over to her, ignoring that she was only in her underwear and pulled her into his arms in a protective embrace. His hands, soft and gentle, rested on her shoulders after a moment as he looked her in the eyes and spoke one more, two simple words which shook with the tears and emotions he was holding back.
"Oh, sweetie.." He'd always called her that. It was his name for her, and had been as long as they had been friends. It started through a mistake, as he'd heard a teacher call her that and genuinely thought it was her name. They were ten at the time, and it'd been a running joke for weeks after that became an affectionate and well meaning nickname for her.
"I.. I didn't think.." He couldn't find the words. She'd always been thin, but he didn't think she was this thin. At the same time, he was internally chastising himself. 6 years they'd been friends, and he had never seen the signs. He felt he'd let her down, let her suffer and struggle on her own. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he sat on the bed silently pulling her close.
//So, this will deal with dark and mature themes. Your character has an eating disorder, which she has struggled with for over a decade at this point. I figured her past and home life were never the best, as well as being bullied in school.
However, the one spark of genuine light would be Edward. Until he met her, he didn't speak a word to anyone. She was the one person he first spoke to, and he owes her the world for helping him be confident despite his severe stammering.
As such, I figured he's the only person she lets even come close to her without trying to step back. Obviously she has personal space, but I kinda figured she lets Edward be close as he wants because she knows he would never, ever harm her.
Edward speaks with a severe stutter, which isn't typed out in this starter. This is because each word is struggled with, and to type it out would lengthen the post too much to be readable.
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The Flames of Love
Thick, black smoke billowed out of the house on the corner of Arch Road, as red, orange and yellow flames seemed to almost in the midnight sky bathing everything around in a hellish glow.
Robert "Robby" Peters had been asleep when the first shout awoke him, combined with frantic and loud banging upon his front door. Someone was going around waking everyone up, telling them to clear their own homes in case the fire were to spread. Grabbing a t-shirt and jeans on his way out, dressing frantically, the brunette male had followed everyone to a somewhat safe distance away. The burning house looked eerie, almost like something from a movie set. His eyes were fixated on the scene before him, unable to tear himself away from the rather scary event.
But frantic screams made him snap back to reality, turning to see what was going on. He could see two familiar people talking frantically to neighbours, before a sense of horror washed over him. They were the parents of a classmate, but his classmate was nowhere to be seen! It dawned on him suddenly what was going on, and without a second thought he began to run forwards. Ignoring the yells to come back, he shielded his face and ran into the burning building.
The smoke was thicker here, and he could barely see in front of him. Sweat poured down his face as the heat struck him, intense and seeming to make everything around him warp and distort. Coughing violently, his face was filthy with smoke and ash in seconds. Yet he battled on, broken glass and other things cutting into his bare feet. Up the stairs he went, feeling his way through with a hand on the wall.
Encountering a closed door, the male booted it open with surprising strength for someone of his thin build. Laying on her bed unconscious was his classmate. Battling his way over, horror struck him once more. Leaning over, he could see her chest rise and fall slowly, and he knew she was still alive. Scooping her up bridal style, the male made his way back through the flames and smoke, despite knowing they could both die. A sudden burst of flames shot forth, and he turned to shield her. They licked his back and burnt the shirt he wore, catching his skin but thankfully not setting him alight. Pain raced across his body but he kept on going still.
Stumbling outside, he fell to his knees at the end of the garden path, as far from the fire as he could get with her. His hand wiped dirt from her face as he started to check her over before paramedics and firefighters swarmed around the duo. He coughed violently again, before he was sick. Ash and dirt were in his nose and mouth, and he was filthy. He was in pain too, his feet bleeding, with burns and blisters already forming on his back and his arms.
//So, classmate x classmate. I figured she's either more popular than he is, and she bullied him quite badly. The fire was started by someone else in their class, the identity of who will be revealed later on.
Now, I think it'd be interesting if she had only suffered smoke inhalation, as opposed to him both breathing in smoke and suffering burns and other injuries from protecting her. This way, I figured she'd be out of hospital first but still come to see him daily while he is there.
Eventually Robert would be allowed out, with her and her staying with him whilst her parents stay somewhere else. The reason for this is simple. If she wants to pay him back for saving her, it would mean she could help him with treating his burns and the like, as he still needs some aftercare. He'd refuse initially, but relent.
Obviously romance would be a part of this.
"I Love You, I Promise"
"<Name>?!"
Edward stood in the doorway leading into his best friend's dorm room, his mouth open as he gazed at her. He had never seen her in less than a hoodie and jeans, so to see how frail and tiny she was scared him. She was horribly thin, and his heart broke to see the one he loved so.. so.. Edward couldn't even find the words to describe how he felt seeing her like this.
He closed the door to the dorm behind him, placing down the box he'd brought in with him. Instead he moved straight over to her, ignoring that she was only in her underwear and pulled her into his arms in a protective embrace. His hands, soft and gentle, rested on her shoulders after a moment as he looked her in the eyes and spoke one more, two simple words which shook with the tears and emotions he was holding back.
"Oh, sweetie.." He'd always called her that. It was his name for her, and had been as long as they had been friends. It started through a mistake, as he'd heard a teacher call her that and genuinely thought it was her name. They were ten at the time, and it'd been a running joke for weeks after that became an affectionate and well meaning nickname for her.
"I.. I didn't think.." He couldn't find the words. She'd always been thin, but he didn't think she was this thin. At the same time, he was internally chastising himself. 6 years they'd been friends, and he had never seen the signs. He felt he'd let her down, let her suffer and struggle on her own. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he sat on the bed silently pulling her close.
//So, this will deal with dark and mature themes. Your character has an eating disorder, which she has struggled with for over a decade at this point. I figured her past and home life were never the best, as well as being bullied in school.
However, the one spark of genuine light would be Edward. Until he met her, he didn't speak a word to anyone. She was the one person he first spoke to, and he owes her the world for helping him be confident despite his severe stammering.
As such, I figured he's the only person she lets even come close to her without trying to step back. Obviously she has personal space, but I kinda figured she lets Edward be close as he wants because she knows he would never, ever harm her.
Edward speaks with a severe stutter, which isn't typed out in this starter. This is because each word is struggled with, and to type it out would lengthen the post too much to be readable.
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The Flames of Love
Thick, black smoke billowed out of the house on the corner of Arch Road, as red, orange and yellow flames seemed to almost in the midnight sky bathing everything around in a hellish glow.
Robert "Robby" Peters had been asleep when the first shout awoke him, combined with frantic and loud banging upon his front door. Someone was going around waking everyone up, telling them to clear their own homes in case the fire were to spread. Grabbing a t-shirt and jeans on his way out, dressing frantically, the brunette male had followed everyone to a somewhat safe distance away. The burning house looked eerie, almost like something from a movie set. His eyes were fixated on the scene before him, unable to tear himself away from the rather scary event.
But frantic screams made him snap back to reality, turning to see what was going on. He could see two familiar people talking frantically to neighbours, before a sense of horror washed over him. They were the parents of a classmate, but his classmate was nowhere to be seen! It dawned on him suddenly what was going on, and without a second thought he began to run forwards. Ignoring the yells to come back, he shielded his face and ran into the burning building.
The smoke was thicker here, and he could barely see in front of him. Sweat poured down his face as the heat struck him, intense and seeming to make everything around him warp and distort. Coughing violently, his face was filthy with smoke and ash in seconds. Yet he battled on, broken glass and other things cutting into his bare feet. Up the stairs he went, feeling his way through with a hand on the wall.
Encountering a closed door, the male booted it open with surprising strength for someone of his thin build. Laying on her bed unconscious was his classmate. Battling his way over, horror struck him once more. Leaning over, he could see her chest rise and fall slowly, and he knew she was still alive. Scooping her up bridal style, the male made his way back through the flames and smoke, despite knowing they could both die. A sudden burst of flames shot forth, and he turned to shield her. They licked his back and burnt the shirt he wore, catching his skin but thankfully not setting him alight. Pain raced across his body but he kept on going still.
Stumbling outside, he fell to his knees at the end of the garden path, as far from the fire as he could get with her. His hand wiped dirt from her face as he started to check her over before paramedics and firefighters swarmed around the duo. He coughed violently again, before he was sick. Ash and dirt were in his nose and mouth, and he was filthy. He was in pain too, his feet bleeding, with burns and blisters already forming on his back and his arms.
//So, classmate x classmate. I figured she's either more popular than he is, and she bullied him quite badly. The fire was started by someone else in their class, the identity of who will be revealed later on.
Now, I think it'd be interesting if she had only suffered smoke inhalation, as opposed to him both breathing in smoke and suffering burns and other injuries from protecting her. This way, I figured she'd be out of hospital first but still come to see him daily while he is there.
Eventually Robert would be allowed out, with her and her staying with him whilst her parents stay somewhere else. The reason for this is simple. If she wants to pay him back for saving her, it would mean she could help him with treating his burns and the like, as he still needs some aftercare. He'd refuse initially, but relent.
Obviously romance would be a part of this.
Aye, it's still open.
~X-Men RP.
I'm simply seeking someone capable of playing a original mutant character, whom will be the best friend to my main character, Robert, whom is human. I will also be playing other X-Men characters, to further bulk out the storyline potential.
Other Marvel characters can also be used, and will be mentioned at various points. I am going more for a comic book vibe from this, rather then using the movies as the inspiration or focal point.
Largely, this will focus on concepts like prejudice, acceptation, separation and so on, as well as battles and the like. My character may eventually become a hero, though this will depend on how the story plays out.
As I'm looking to write this with more adult aspects in mind (No, not just smut.) I am looking for writers and characters of 18 and over.
I am also open to the idea of the main two characters being in a relationship, or I am happy for Y/C to end up in a relationship with another X-Men member.~
"Mutants.
Some hate them with a passion, and want them eradicated. Others view them as saviors, providing humanity with protection and wanting to ensure the public at large are safe from threats and danger. Others yet don't know how to feel, creating a divide between friends, family and colleagues.
The mutant community is just as split. Some, such as the X-Men believe in equality between humans and mutants, wishing to ensure prejudice is as eradicated as it can be through peaceful means. Then there are those like the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, who feel that mutants deserve to be seen as superiors, and will stop at nothing to whip the human race into what they see as fit for power, pride and prestige. And there are those who don't know how they feel, or what is best for them."
Leaning back in his chair, Robert's eyes scanned the words he'd written, speaking them out loud again and again in an attempt to make sure the information made some form of sense, fingers drumming anxiously atop the wooden desk on which his laptop currently sat, the only light in his bedroom.
One of the few people he knew whom didn't think mutants deserved the insults and negativity they often got, he was currently trying to work out what he'd say tomorrow in a classroom debate. And, no matter how hard he tried, getting the right words seemed nigh on impossible.
And he wanted to ensure he did. Some years prior, he'd witnessed a battle between the robotic Ultron and a few members of the X-Men, alongside Avengers. And it made him realise that not all mutants were bad, and those whom weren't deserved not to be treated so badly.
Getting out of his chair, he called through to them, his voice warm as ever. "Can you come and read this over for me?"
I'm simply seeking someone capable of playing a original mutant character, whom will be the best friend to my main character, Robert, whom is human. I will also be playing other X-Men characters, to further bulk out the storyline potential.
Other Marvel characters can also be used, and will be mentioned at various points. I am going more for a comic book vibe from this, rather then using the movies as the inspiration or focal point.
Largely, this will focus on concepts like prejudice, acceptation, separation and so on, as well as battles and the like. My character may eventually become a hero, though this will depend on how the story plays out.
As I'm looking to write this with more adult aspects in mind (No, not just smut.) I am looking for writers and characters of 18 and over.
I am also open to the idea of the main two characters being in a relationship, or I am happy for Y/C to end up in a relationship with another X-Men member.~
"Mutants.
Some hate them with a passion, and want them eradicated. Others view them as saviors, providing humanity with protection and wanting to ensure the public at large are safe from threats and danger. Others yet don't know how to feel, creating a divide between friends, family and colleagues.
The mutant community is just as split. Some, such as the X-Men believe in equality between humans and mutants, wishing to ensure prejudice is as eradicated as it can be through peaceful means. Then there are those like the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, who feel that mutants deserve to be seen as superiors, and will stop at nothing to whip the human race into what they see as fit for power, pride and prestige. And there are those who don't know how they feel, or what is best for them."
Leaning back in his chair, Robert's eyes scanned the words he'd written, speaking them out loud again and again in an attempt to make sure the information made some form of sense, fingers drumming anxiously atop the wooden desk on which his laptop currently sat, the only light in his bedroom.
One of the few people he knew whom didn't think mutants deserved the insults and negativity they often got, he was currently trying to work out what he'd say tomorrow in a classroom debate. And, no matter how hard he tried, getting the right words seemed nigh on impossible.
And he wanted to ensure he did. Some years prior, he'd witnessed a battle between the robotic Ultron and a few members of the X-Men, alongside Avengers. And it made him realise that not all mutants were bad, and those whom weren't deserved not to be treated so badly.
Getting out of his chair, he called through to them, his voice warm as ever. "Can you come and read this over for me?"
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