TheRider

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Silent Observer said
Oooh, nerd boy went for the kiss. The poor girl was inebriated too, tisktisk. lol :]

He...he just doesn't understand why he did it XD

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Reed looked at the state that Lisa was in as she answered the door. Her eyes were red and puffy, dried tears showing on face. The scent of alcohol was strong on her breath as she spoke. Reed walked in to the room and noticed her push a book closed. He assumed she was reminiscing about her old friend that had passed away. He frowned slightly, not knowing what would be the best course of action. Lisa looked like she was breaking apart. Her eyes, despite the swelling from the obvious crying, held his own fast and with a fire that he recognized. She wasn’t going to just wallow in her depression and nor was she willing to the let the cops do their jobs.

Reed simply watched as Lisa began to pull photos up to him and rattled off some information about her and the girl that was murdered. Reed was silent while she continued and he eventually stood up and stood in front of Lisa. She looked like she was two conflicting persons, her room and her appearance showing the fragile girl he knew and the silent cold determination that was what he saw amongst the people determined on their own sense of justice. Lisa began firing off demands and question that were pointed directly at him, needing his ‘skills’ online to find out about the blank account and the woman Lilith. Reed furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Lisa. He felt something odd, something strange. He had the strangest compulsion to hold Lisa…to protect her. It was one of the strangest things he had felt. He nodded “yeah…yeah…but sorry about the message I sent…I didn't know…” He stammered gently before taking a deep breath and levelling his eyes at Lisa’s “and I'm sorry…but…I feel the need to…” he put a hand to her cheek gently and gave a soft smile before pressing his lips to hers. He wasn't sure why he felt he needed to, it was maybe the fact she looked so fragile…maybe that need to protect her rising in his mind.

Liar, Liar (Murder/Mystery)

Reed is confused about his actions now :P

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Rookery said
We'll see about that, I wouldn't like these RP to turn that way. I was aiming for a lighter 'Girl, Interrupted' hence it's a shelter not a psych-ward >.>

I was joking really :P

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

This rp will become a pissing contest to see who is the most damaged :P

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

This RP will be 3 edgy 5 me

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Everyone tell the ships!

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

Cap.....you and your shipping ; D

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

I said it was a dark background >.>

Open Roads [Slice of Life / Always Open]

WARNING! DARK BACKGROUND AND POSSIBLE TRIGGER.

Alistair

Name: Alistair Knight

Age: 18

Personality: Cynical and jaded, Alistair sees the worst in every person he comes across. He generally prefers to talk and be around women, men making him extraordinarily uneasy. Despite his cynicism he still believes in honest emotions like love, though he sure doesn't feel like he will ever feel it and appreciates the beauty he finds in the simple things like they way morning dew rolls off a flower petal. He loves music as a way to deal with his emotions.

Background: Alistar was born to a mother that died after his birth due to complications not created by him and a father that ended up blaming his every problem on what became his only family member left.

Unfortunately, his father turned to drinking as a way of 'dealing' and Alistair learnt to dodge a thrown punch as soon as he had entered third grade. Alistair didn't think this was odd behaviour and just accepted his father's beatings and insults. The insults ranged from "girl" and "faggot" due to his slightly androgynous features to simple strings of swear words just vaguely aimed at the youth.

The breaking point, the point in which Alistair said enough, was a night that his father was drinking and invited his poker buddies over. They soon became blind drunk and yelled and shouted. Alistair had retreated to his room to avoid any conflict. He couldn't sleep, nightmares of violence plaguing his sleep for years. He felt a hand wrap around his neck and a rough laughter behind him. His father shouted "my friends are gunna prove you're a fag!" The slur in his voice was apparent and Alistair was forced to his knees. He blacked out after, shivering and psychologically ruined. He ran away the next day. His clothes and his guitar the only thing he took.