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Episode 2: Is this a gender bent Ouran RP?
Charlotte smiled sweetly at her, following the girl to the nurse's office. Smiling as she reached back and felt her new pony tail, the young woman couldn't help but grin at Berrie's kindness. Sitting down on the bed in the nurse's office, Charlotte swung her legs little, dangling a few inches from the floor due to both the slightly higher bed, and Charlotte's petite build. As she looked around, her hand moved to touch the bruising on her face. "And I spent so long doing my make up this morning too!" She pouted, trying to clear her mind from what had just happened to herself.
As the nurse started to look Charlotte over, moving her nose a little as she checked over the injures Charlotte had obtained in the attack. "Yes.. Your nose is broken.. You can go to the hospital, but they can only set it. I could do it here, but it will hurt."
"Do it. If I'm sat waiting to be treated, it's going to ache while I wait for it to be set. Just relocate it, please."
The nurse nodded, clicking it back into place, as Charlotte nearly screamed in pain. "Ahh!"
"Told you."
Charlotte just pouted at her, sighing as the nurse left to retrieve some creams. "Will we have to involve the police?"
As the nurse started to look Charlotte over, moving her nose a little as she checked over the injures Charlotte had obtained in the attack. "Yes.. Your nose is broken.. You can go to the hospital, but they can only set it. I could do it here, but it will hurt."
"Do it. If I'm sat waiting to be treated, it's going to ache while I wait for it to be set. Just relocate it, please."
The nurse nodded, clicking it back into place, as Charlotte nearly screamed in pain. "Ahh!"
"Told you."
Charlotte just pouted at her, sighing as the nurse left to retrieve some creams. "Will we have to involve the police?"
Throughout the entire slanging match, Charlotte had been cowering against the lockers, hiding her face in her hands. Though she could hear what the others were saying about her, she couldn't quite comprehend the situation at hand.. Was some defending her? It certinally sounded like they were, but she couldn't quite believe anybody would waste time on her, she was a "freak of nature", "sinful", "a trannie"...
Tipping her head up at the softer, kinder voice addressing her directly, Charlotte gazed at the stranger for a few moments, in shock. Her crying and tears stopped, though her face was stained with smeared makeup, blood and tears, minging together on her chin and cheek, dripping on her clothes. Coughing slightly, Charlotte gave Berrie a tiny, frightened smile. "Wh-Wh..What?" She stammered, shock seeming to set in now as she began to tremble violently as the young girl struggled to her feet.
Charlotte's nose was bleeding badly, possibly broken. Bruising was forming already on her left cheek and near her eye, and she held her right side by her ribs gingerly, as if they'd been broken when she was set upon by Felicity and her dim-witted cronies. Swaying a tad on the spot, Charlotte fell against Berrie and began to cry, letting it all out at last.
Tipping her head up at the softer, kinder voice addressing her directly, Charlotte gazed at the stranger for a few moments, in shock. Her crying and tears stopped, though her face was stained with smeared makeup, blood and tears, minging together on her chin and cheek, dripping on her clothes. Coughing slightly, Charlotte gave Berrie a tiny, frightened smile. "Wh-Wh..What?" She stammered, shock seeming to set in now as she began to tremble violently as the young girl struggled to her feet.
Charlotte's nose was bleeding badly, possibly broken. Bruising was forming already on her left cheek and near her eye, and she held her right side by her ribs gingerly, as if they'd been broken when she was set upon by Felicity and her dim-witted cronies. Swaying a tad on the spot, Charlotte fell against Berrie and began to cry, letting it all out at last.
Name: Charlie Harrison (Pre-Transition)/ Charlotte Harrison (Post-transition/To his friends)
Charlie in front, Charlotte in back.
Age: 19
To many, Charlie/Charlotte’s way of life is considered immoral and disgusting. For every positive comment, she receives ten negative ones. The reason for this? She is trans-sexual, and as such, identifies as a woman. For years, he has battled with body image issues and suffered bouts of depression over how she is viewed and how she felt suppressed and limited to portray herself to the outside world, keeping her desires hidden below the surface, waiting for, needing the chance to be who she truly wants to be.
The chance came when she transferred to a new college in order to get a new lease on life where she could settle down happily. Starting to dress, act, and portray herself as a more feminine person around a select group of friends, she found the elusive joy and excitement that had always been absent in her life before now. However, after a while, she started to receive threats and abusive emails from an unknown source, and became much more reluctant to portray her new personality and reverted to acting more masculine again, keeping her “secret” under wraps to avoid further abuse from the other students or staff faculty. All she wants… needs is someone to accept her, no matter if it is a friend or family member.
Charlie in front, Charlotte in back.Age: 19
To many, Charlie/Charlotte’s way of life is considered immoral and disgusting. For every positive comment, she receives ten negative ones. The reason for this? She is trans-sexual, and as such, identifies as a woman. For years, he has battled with body image issues and suffered bouts of depression over how she is viewed and how she felt suppressed and limited to portray herself to the outside world, keeping her desires hidden below the surface, waiting for, needing the chance to be who she truly wants to be.
The chance came when she transferred to a new college in order to get a new lease on life where she could settle down happily. Starting to dress, act, and portray herself as a more feminine person around a select group of friends, she found the elusive joy and excitement that had always been absent in her life before now. However, after a while, she started to receive threats and abusive emails from an unknown source, and became much more reluctant to portray her new personality and reverted to acting more masculine again, keeping her “secret” under wraps to avoid further abuse from the other students or staff faculty. All she wants… needs is someone to accept her, no matter if it is a friend or family member.
Charlotte stood by the vending machine, pondering for a moment, lost in thought. After a moment or so, she dug a few coins out of her pocket and pushed them into the machine, pressing a few buttons and letting her choice fall down, grabbing the water bottle after it landed. Smiling to herself, she unscrewed the cap and took a deep swig of the icy liquid, letting it run down her throat, soothing the dryness forming from the nerves she felt. Turning around, she made her way to her locker, grabbing a few books, ensuring her personal notebook was included in the pile, hoping she got the chance to spend a few moments collecting her thoughts or the chance to work on some creative writing.
"Who are you?" A voice spoke out, causing Charlotte to jump suddenly where she stood. Shutting the locker, she turned out, eyes meeting the taller girl's as she gazed upon her. "I'm talking to you, you need to answer me NOW!" She demanded, stomping her foot on the ground in a childish manner. Inwardly, Charlotte wanted to laugh at the other girl's actions, put in mind of a toddler having a tantrum. Instead, she kept the giggles buried, opting to give a friendly smile instead.
"My name is Charlotte. I'm new.. obviously. And your name is?" Charlotte offered a way to try and seem friendly, though to be left alone would have suited her just fine at that moment in time. Not that she was anti-social, she just wanted to get to lesson on time.
"I'm Felicity. Now, I'm going to offer you a choice. You can be who you are SUPPOSED to be, or keep up the act you have." The taller girl spoke in a dangerous tone, and the implications struck Charlotte like a runaway freight train, but she knew the best option was to remain calm at that moment in time.
"I don't have a clue what you mean. I'm not hiding anything from anybody. I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less." Charlotte felt her wall quaver under the imposing glare, and the next sentence sent chills through her spine.
"I know you are a boy. I have connections in other towns, and this town is small, my dear. Be careful, or this secret might get out." Felicity purred, smirking coldly at her.
"Oh, piss off you overgrown Barbie doll." Charlotte snapped, mentally kicking herself as the girl clicked her fingers, two of her "friends" appearing by her side, one making a motion to punch Charlotte, which the girl dodged, only to be hit in the gut by the other female, the two attackers flanking Felicity once more.
"Who are you?" A voice spoke out, causing Charlotte to jump suddenly where she stood. Shutting the locker, she turned out, eyes meeting the taller girl's as she gazed upon her. "I'm talking to you, you need to answer me NOW!" She demanded, stomping her foot on the ground in a childish manner. Inwardly, Charlotte wanted to laugh at the other girl's actions, put in mind of a toddler having a tantrum. Instead, she kept the giggles buried, opting to give a friendly smile instead.
"My name is Charlotte. I'm new.. obviously. And your name is?" Charlotte offered a way to try and seem friendly, though to be left alone would have suited her just fine at that moment in time. Not that she was anti-social, she just wanted to get to lesson on time.
"I'm Felicity. Now, I'm going to offer you a choice. You can be who you are SUPPOSED to be, or keep up the act you have." The taller girl spoke in a dangerous tone, and the implications struck Charlotte like a runaway freight train, but she knew the best option was to remain calm at that moment in time.
"I don't have a clue what you mean. I'm not hiding anything from anybody. I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less." Charlotte felt her wall quaver under the imposing glare, and the next sentence sent chills through her spine.
"I know you are a boy. I have connections in other towns, and this town is small, my dear. Be careful, or this secret might get out." Felicity purred, smirking coldly at her.
"Oh, piss off you overgrown Barbie doll." Charlotte snapped, mentally kicking herself as the girl clicked her fingers, two of her "friends" appearing by her side, one making a motion to punch Charlotte, which the girl dodged, only to be hit in the gut by the other female, the two attackers flanking Felicity once more.
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Mr_pink said
I disagree, Manchester has had a lot more musicians come from it that have equal to or more talent than those you have named. For example, 10cc, the 1975, The Smiths(and Morrissey seperately), The Stone Roses, Oasis, The Bee Gees, The Buzzcocks, Elbow, Joy Division and Slaughter and the Dogs to name a few.
Don't forget Liverpool and The Beatles. ;)
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