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The glint of bright blue paint as the sun reflected off the paint of the locomotive rumbling over the stone bridge, the clattering of coaches, and the gentle "Trickety-Trock Trickety-Tock" of wheels on rail joints, mingling in with the sounds of a diesel engine roaring created the ideal scene for anybody who was a rail enthusiast. It was picture perfect, and it seemed that nothing could go wrong..

But it did. The screech of brakes, and the blasting of an air horn filled the air as the train lurched and skidded along the tracks, before a loud sound, somewhere between a bang and a clatter erupted from nowhere as the engine ploughed off the bridge, and tumbled downwards into the river below, coaches telescoping behind it and crushing one another, if they didn't end up in the water, or on the bank edge.

CRASH! Drip. Drip. Drip. The acrid smell of burning fuel filled the air, along with the thick, choking black smoke arising from the mangled, torn up locomotive, resting with her front bogie in the river bank, bricks and rubbles showering down on the thick, metal casing of the rail bound stallion.

Drip…Drip…WOOSH! The diesel fuel ignited with a loud whoosh and a hiss, cracking away, spitting embers into the air. “Help! HELP!” A scream came from within the second coach, the only noise in that carriage. The rest of the occupants, deathly silent. “Please! PLEASE!” The flames drew closer by the second, and the smoke started to enter his lungs. Swallowing, he pulls himself free from his trap, a crack sounding out. Tumbling from the door, he landed hard on his back, a weak, feeble “No…” escaping his lips as he blacked out, spinal cord broken, legs unable to be felt..

"Rail Tour off the line at Blondin Bridge! Locomotive and 11 carriages, numerous passengers aboard. Death and injury toll believed to be high." The foreman shouted as he and the men ran towards the Breakdown Train, scrambling aboard as fast as possible in order to reach the accident site in double quick time. With a blast of it's horn and a roar of the engine, the locomotive at the head of the railway's emergency response train rumbled away.

Brriinng! The bells at a local fire station rang out, the crews hurrying down the stairs and poles into the appliance bay, as one of the crew ran to the watch room to retrieve the job information from control.

"Railway accident at Blondin Bridge. Shadbrook and Nothan appliances already in attendance. Both!"

The fire crews leapt aboard the appliances, pulling away from the station with the wailing of sirens, screeching of tires and a general air of rush and commotion as they made their way to the accident.

(Non-romatic rp. Focusing around twins adjusting to life after loosing their parents in the accident, and facing foster care and such together, with the threat of being separated looming over head, as well as the trauma they both suffer from the crash.

OR, we can go with romance and create the plot together, though I know I'd like to focus a little on the recovery process for M/C.)
WE DO NOT HAVE TO DO THIS PLOT. We CAN create one together.

(Your Character) is the daughter of a businessman, owner of a famous local chain of stores. Her abusive mother and father are both highly religious, and view homosexuality as a sin. She's always been told that if she even spoke to anybody who was "against god's word and ideals", she'd be in serious trouble. As such, she goes as far as bullying and tormenting (my male), despite how much it hurts her to do so.

She is in a relationship, which she keeps hidden from her friends and family, not wanting anybody to tell her family or friends, much to her girlfriend's dislike. When her parents find out she's been dating the girl, they become enraged, "beating the gay" out of her, and telling her if she EVER kisses a girl again, she is going to be disowned by them.

As such, and with much regret, she ends the relationship.

(My Character) is below. "He" had troubles with (your character.) They went to the same high school, but never interacted, aside from her bullying of him, due to her parent's beliefs. He ends up at the same college as her, and, frightened of how she'll treat him here, avoids her. He becomes more withdrawn and timid, but wanting to be near anybody if he can avoid it. As such, he starts skipping lessons, staying in the house he and his partner share.

Wanting to make amends, she heads to the house, hearing screams of pain and terror, shouts of anger on arrival.

She forces her way into the apartment, discovering Charlie being abused and attacked by his "boyfriend". Something inside her snaps, and she fights off the abuser, getting the injured man out, and into her car, and to safety..

And that's all I have for background. I figured we could make a plot together, prehaps having the two abused characters bond, and grow to be like brother and sister, looking after, protecting and defending eachother, as well as (your female) getting back with her ex-girlfriend over time.



Taking a puff from his inhaler, Alfie attempted to steady his nerves the best he could. After a few more deep puffs, and a few moments to compose himself, Alfie glanced up at the four people surrounding him.

"Th..thanks.." He wheezed softly as he regained his breath, taking Gina's hand on his shoulder as an invitation to rest against her. Coughing a bit more, he sighed weakly.
Coughing, the boy coughed up the water he'd swallowed when he sunk down into the water, along with vomit and a touch of blood too, due to a chronic lung condition.

Wheezing, the boy began to fumble in his pockets for his inhaler, whimpering and coughing violently as he searched through them, unable to find it. Panicing more, his breathing rate quickened, along with the tears rolling down his face.
"It's disgusting." A muscular male glared down at Alfie, stood with a few more of his friends. Alfie had, unfortunately, had quite a few run-ins with this particular jock, Lucas, and he didn't really want to be near him.

"Wh-What?" The shorter, frail male spoke shyly and softly, looking up from his sandwhich. He'd been invited to an end of year party at a rich classmate's lakeside house, and didn't quite know why, but assumed it was because she'd pited him. He'd accepted, just because he felt like he should do. Besides, it was nice at the lakeside, and there was free food and drink.

"Being a faggot." Came the gruff response of Lucas, as he advanced towards him. "And we need to teach you a lesson, don't we?"

Alfie scrambled to his feet from where he'd been sat on the bench, intending to break into a run. Crying out in fear as he was grabbed by two members of the gang, he was dragged, kicking and screaming to the lake edge.

With a SPLASH!, he was thrown into the lake, sinking down into the cold, murky waters of the lake. He'd never learnt how to swim, being scared of water... How he regretted not trying harder to quell the phobia, to get over his fear, to make sure he'd survive...

Everything seemed to slow down as he sunk down into the depths of the lake, feeling the water pushing on him, forcing him down from above, and seemingly pulling him down from below, as if a monster had ensnared it's tentacles around his thin, frail form. He didn't quite know where the bottom of the lake was, nor did he quite know if he'd ever find this out...

Closing his eyes, he finally let his mouth open, swallowing dirty water into his lungs as he could no longer keep his mouth closed...
-Waves-
So, I'm looking for the following:

Partner for a NON-ROMANTIC roleplay, based around this simple premise:

(M/C) is a teenager, suffering with anxiety problems and a severe speech impediment, being constantly bullied for this. This leaves him feeling isolated from others, having grown up in foster homes (and foster families) all over the state, he never had somewhere to call "home", and nobody to confide in, to understand him.

(Y/C) is an older (male/female) who has recently decided to adopt and raise a child, knowing they can never have a child of their own flesh and blood.
During (Y/C)'s visit to a local foster home, she/he comes into contact with (M/C), and realises that they are constantly lonely and afraid. Something clicks, and (M/C) goes into (Y/C's) care.

OR, (Y/C) is also a foster child, much like (M/C), but a few years his senior, and lucky enough to be fostered into a loving home. (Y/C is an only child.)
(Y/C) notes the constant bulling and torment of (M/C), and decides to befriend him and look after him, as if they were a younger sibling.

Regardless, It'd focus around (Y/C) and (M/C) slowly gaining a sibling bond, and helping support eachother through thick and thin. (Y/C) will be teaching (M/C) to speak throughout the RP.

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(Looking for (at the least) someone to play, a (preferably) popular female to serve as a someone to befriend Alfie. Sexuality and the like don't matter too much, as it's NOT romance. The personality type can be whatever you so wish, however. We can play multiple characters, if needed.)

"It's disgusting." A muscular male glared down at Alfie, stood with a few more of his friends. Alfie had, unfortunately, had quite a few run-ins with this particular jock, Lucas, and he didn't really want to be near him.

"Wh-What?" The shorter, frail male spoke shyly and softly, looking up from his sandwhich. He'd been invited to an end of year party at a rich classmate's lakeside house, and didn't quite know why, but assumed it was because she'd pited him. He'd accepted, just because he felt like he should do. Besides, it was nice at the lakeside, and there was free food and drink.

"Being a faggot." Came the gruff response of Lucas, as he advanced towards him. "And we need to teach you a lesson, don't we?"

Alfie scrambled to his feet from where he'd been sat on the bench, intending to break into a run. Crying out in fear as he was grabbed by two members of the gang, he was dragged, kicking and screaming to the lake edge.

With a SPLASH!, he was thrown into the lake, sinking down into the cold, murky waters of the lake. He'd never learnt how to swim, being scared of water..

____

(I'd prefer this not to be romance, but to be focused on siblings. (Charlie & a twin, or OLDER sibling.) NO INCEST.
However, this can go anyway you wish. It can ignore siblings and be friendship, or romance. MxM, FxM or I can use my Trans* character and it can be FxF.)

"And if anybody asks where you got the black eye?" The female's cold, callous voice cut through Charlie's thoughts like a knife, causing the thin, frail male to flinch slightly
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"I walked into a door." Charlie responded softly, his eyes gazing down at the floor. His entire body ached, as it did every night, from his head, down to his toes, everything seemed to either ache dully, or tense up with a stabbing pain. Though he knew it wasn't actually possible, if you were to ask him, he'd describe it as his entire body being engulfed in toothaches. Not that he'd let you know he was in pain.

"And the gash?"

Every damned night, it was the same. He'd be kicked around by his girlfriend for a while, as she screamed and shouted at him, demanding cash. If he didn't get it straight away, she'd steal it to fuel her habits. He wouldn't ever tell anyone about it, he was scared he'd been seen as "weak", "useless", a "wimp"...

"I hit my head on the floor when I fell."

Everything she saw him as, and more.

Knowing he could no longer ignore the woman in front of him, his eyes travelled up her slim form to meet her face, which held a mixture of disgust, contempt, anger and delight.

"Good. I'm going out now. You better clean your blood off the fucking floor. I've emptied your wallet, you won't need anything from it, will you?" The woman continued, glaring down at him, spitting at the male.

"No."

And with that, the woman left the apartment, slamming the door with a THUD, leaving the broken and battered Charlie on the floor.
The second she'd gone, Charlie stood with a slight struggle, head spinning. Dragging himself to the bathroom, he ended up vomiting into the toilet, before passing out from the head injury..
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