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If anyone I used to RP with comes back to check my profile and is wanting to carry on: sod it, dm me your discord, let's get started again
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It's slowly down now, work is just chaos.
I've got a long weekend off work so I have no excuse haha

It won't usually take this long, I swear >.<
Should have something up by Sunday, sorry for the epic delay
Becky continued her animated and lively conversation with Sean, waving her arms about as their conversation continued. To the rest of the world it was pretty obvious of Sean's feelings. He listened intently and paying attention to every detail. Yet to Rebecca, he was a good friend; family basically. She turned her eyes to Jessica and Erin, smiled widely as she continued her conversation with Sean. The two had shifted their conversation over to music although the musicians were unknown and far fetched. They spoke of unconventional singers and unfamiliar albums but such was their way. They both acquired a taste for Indie and carried that love through genre and country. If it hadn't been for Rebecca, Sean would never had the opportunity to witness a concert he would always remember has his all time favorite. Sean passed the two girl's a faint smile and immediately turned back to his conversation, leaving Chris to deal with his girl friend and her best friend.

Chris muttered a greeting when Erin arrived, his head pulling back from her sudden greeting. His actions may have appeared blunt but his incident in the park had given him an unease he just couldn't shake off. His own conflicting feelings hardly helped the matter. He cared about Erin but this was high school. Chris shifted in his seat, his knee bouncing under the desk. He mumbled at Jessica's excitement and nodded. Sure tonight would be a laugh but he was exhausted; that was his excuse. Rebecca gave a wide grin and turned to the others.

"It'll be amazing!" She chimed, sliding off the table and into her seat. Before she had the opportunity to speak once again, their teacher strode in, beaming as always. The students shifted themselves into position and waited for what the school day had prepared. Everyone had seemed fairly gleeful until the words "Suicide and mental illness" danced throughout the air. Chris murmured a curse and turned his attention to one of his notebooks. He quickly grabbed a pen and began to doodle, scribbling small cubes across the first empty page he found. Part of him considered feigning an illness just to get out of the class. The last thing he needed was this. Poppy's death wasn't his fault.. It wasn't his fault she was dead.
I should have a post up either tonight or tomorrow
Take your time until you're able to relax again. School is more important!

Good luck anyway :)

February 3rd
536 days since


With the temperature outside lingering just above freezing, leaving home before the run rose meant a thick coat, hat and gloves. The grass frozen still under a layer of frost that crunched under every step; satisfying when there was no sign of snow on the way. Street lamps lit the morning world with an orange glow, and despite the time, there seemed to be no one about. Six-thirty often signaled the time when the few would be piling into their cars before their commute into the city, yet today they all sat silent, only the sound of shoes echoing along the street.

Chris bounced along, breath visible and heart rate racing, watching the world wake up around him. He watched lights flicker on in kitchens and curtains being dragged open with the reluctance of another working day. The usual winter fog clung to the ground further ahead of him, haunting each street corner. The sight was arguably peaceful but nonetheless unsettling. The thick fog reminded him of games he'd played as a child; thick fog bringing all the terrors of the night within its cloud. He glanced behind him and pushed across the road, frost crunching under foot. His journey usually took him along the streets, under a bridge plagued with the graffiti of the bored, and across the park. He avoided it most days, the unsettling and perturbed air making his stomach churn. Chris pushed himself ahead, picking up his pace as he crossed under the bridge, avoiding a small pace of ice from the night before. His mind focused on the muted sounds of birds beyond the park, the sounds of his feet and the world before him. He followed the path around the edge of the park, his eyes watching the play ground as he ran. The whole place made him feel uneasy and tense although he never could put his finger on why.

Chris continued his run, eyes bouncing between the path ahead and the tree. As usual, he picked up his pace again and propelled ahead; the less time he spent in the place, the better. His eyes caught sight of something to his left, lingering by the oak. He twisted his head to see and felt his left foot land incorrectly. As he fell, Chris felt his side hit the ground and his body roll forwards. The cold numbed the pain of the fall but it wasn't that which had bothered him. His eyes had spotted someone but they weren't there now. The runner heaved himself upright, his heart racing. There had definitely been somebody standing there; standing just below the tree. Chris forced himself to overlook the incident. It was just sleep deprivation. He was exhausted and worn out. There wasn't anyone there, and it wasn't Poppy. He felt his chest tightened, constricting and compressing under the weight of that thought. Two feet began their run once again, sprinting their way out of the grassland faster than it would have customarily taken him.

Throughout his journey home, Chris couldn't shake the incident in the park. He couldn't dispel his unease over the event. As he made his way to the school grounds, the sun already making its way high into the morning, Chris still felt the apprehension and agitation of earlier that morning. He stalked his way into the building, ears deaf to the sounds around him, before he dropped into his seat for the morning. He could see the familiar faces of his friends laughing and greeting each other with smiles and ignorance. Yet he just couldn't ignore the inkling no matter how much it concerned him.

Sat on top of the two tables in front were a duo inseparable since the day they'd made friends. Sean with his curly, mouse-brown hair, thick glasses and skinny figure, and Becky, a girl whose appearance changed as easily as her mood; how much her parents spent on hair dye, none of them knew. They sat in conversation, talking excitedly about some event they'd both frequented over the weekend. They sat animated, exuberant and cheery. They were close friends, good friends, the type to remind friends no matter the distance between them. They would have to be if Becky made it into the university she never shut up about.
Roller Coaster Tycoon is A-MAZING! Oh my god!

That would explain it the hahaha ^^ Hahahaha, to be honest, I wouldn't be suprised if someone hasn't made a mod for that, even if it's badly made and barely works ^^

Guessing you're excited then haha? I may have to give Inquisition another shot then, settle into it more ^^
Chris Sampson



Name: Christopher Sampson
Nickname: Chris
Age: 18
Birth Day: 21st December

Theme Song: Should I Stay Or Should I Go - The Clash
Quirks: Strong Stomach
Savvies: Gym and drinking
Ineptities: Maths and Music
Hobbies: Track Running, Late Nights, Video Games
Vices: Lust, Wrath
Dislikes: Maths, Stupid People, Queues
Aspirations: N/A

History: Chris was Poppy's Girlfriend until before she committed suicide. He partly blames himself but isn't sure if it was his fault. He shifts his anger towards track running and makes an effort to run 5K everyday. He can be found pushing 10K when he's stressed. Chris has been known to drunk run. He's the life of the party and will turn the stereo up loud whenever his favourite song plays. He's currently dating Erin.
Sean Marriott




Name: Sean Marriott
Nickname: N/A
Age: 18
Birth Day: July 19th

Theme Song: Pretty Eve In The Tub - God Help The Girl
Quirks: Blind as bat
Savvies: Guitar
Ineptities: Maths, Science, Gym, and Cooking
Hobbies: Guitar, Movies, Books
Vices: Envy
Dislikes: Science, loud parties
Aspirations: Happiness, and Rebecca

History: Sean bonded quickly with Rebecca during a music lesson, teaching her to play Guitar whilst she taught him Piano. They spent all their spare time playing music together and teaching Sean how to cook, after traditional meals Rebecca grew up eating.
Rebecca "Becky" Park



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Name: Park Mi Young or Rebecca Park
Nickname: Becky
Age: 18
Birth Day: October 2nd
Birth Place: Buk-Gu, Busan - South Korea

Theme Song: Swim Until You Can't See Land - Frightened Rabbit
Known Languages: Korean & English
Quirks: Subconsciously plays piano on any desk or flat surface
Savvies: Piano & Dance
Ineptities: Chemistry & Video Games
Hobbies: Piano, Dance, & Cooking
Vices: Envy
Dislikes: Horror Movies, Cold Weather, & Swimming
Aspirations: Studying at Yonsei Unveristiy - Literature and Music

History:
Rebecca, or Mi Young to her family, moved shortly after her 12th birthday, leaving her native country with her parents and older sister. She quickly became friends with Sean and eventually the rest of his friends. She bonded with him through music and her parents consider him a son; they're pretty much inseparable.
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