forum Devil In Me // One-On-One // CLOSED

Started August 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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Name: Euphoria Janes
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual biromantic
Appearance: Euphoria has pale brown skin. Her eyes are a dull brown and there are bags under them at all times. Her hair is curly and light brown, and she rarely tames it.
Style: Anything comfortable. She wears what she can wear and whatever is clean. She is typically seen without shoes.
Personality: Reserved, doesn’t like to talk, keeps to herself.
Likes: Drawing, reading, drugs
Dislikes: Drugs, school, a lot of people at school
Background: Euphoria was always close to her dad. Her sister was closer to her mother, so she had her dad. He died when she was 13. In order to cope, Euphoria turned to drugs. She knew that she had to stop, but she became addicted. She went to rehab at about age 15, and she’s only recently come out and gone to school again. But…she still has that craving. But she’s working on it.
Basically, what I was thinking was that your character was her best friend, and he still is. She suffers from minor withdrawl (like twitching and stuff like that), and he only wants to help her.
Other:

(ok, sounds good!)

Name: James Fletcher
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: straight
Appearance: James has white skin, with a bit of a tan, and a few freckles on his face and arms and shoulders. He has unruly reddish brown hair, and bright green eyes. He is tallish.
Style: typically just clean and comfy
Personality: a bit shy, theater kid, gentle, patient, kind hearted. Enjoys tea (but it has to have a shitton of sugar and milk in it)
Likes: theater, drawing, writing, tea
Dislikes: unnecessary drama, cliches, idiotic people
Background: TBD, will come out in RP) he is the oldest of three kids. His mother died a few months ago, and now it's just him, his father, and his siblings. He likes theater, but not the unnecessary drama that tends to come with it.
Other:

(Sorry for lack of details, I'm exhausted and heading to bed)

(uhm id prefer if you put at least a little into his background but other than that, hes fine
sleep well, i guess)

Euphoria slowly started to trudge through the school halls. Very few of her schoolmates had seen her for years, but almost all of them knew what she'd been through. Her dull brown eyes surveyed the school, and they portrayed very little emotion.

(added a bit to background)

James was walking through the halls, looking around for Euphoria. She was supposed to be back today. He hadn't seen her in forever, it felt like.

She slowly walked towards her locker: it was supposed to be the same as it's always been. Everyone stared, but she didn't give a shit. Their opinions didn't matter to her.

James spotted her at her locker, and jogged over. "Euphoria!" He called, stopping at her locker.

Euphoria simply glanced at him, the bags under her eyes reflecting tiredness. "Hi, James. I guess."

He stopped, looking at her. "It's been a while." He said softly.

"Yeah." She said it simply and quietly. She didn't really feel like interacting with others at the moment.

James looked over at her. She's changed a lot…

"Look… Why do you still insist to be my friend? Get out of rehab and you text me non-stop. Why bother with me?"

He blinked. "Because…why not? Because I care about you? It's what friends do?" He replied, slightly confused by her question. Why wouldn't he care about his friend?

"Yeah but I'm a lost cause. No one else cares for me. I don't even care for me." Euphoria let out a sigh.

James shrugged. "Nobody is that lost." He replied.

She looked at him with sad eyes. "It seems you don't know me that well after all."

"That or you're just being dramatic." James said cheerfully. He was a rather…emotionally blind person, and had a difficult time reading social cues. Then he sobered a little. "Er…I'll help you as much as I can, Euphoria."

"I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help, James. I've been surviving on my own for 4 years, I can handle myself."

"Well no, you don't need my help." He agreed, then leaned against the locker. "Buuuuttt I'll still help you.' he said with a smile.

"And I can just ignore you. You can give me help, but I don't have to accept it. Sooner or later, you'll have to accept that." She closed her locker and started to walk away.

James caught up with her. "Euphoria…" He sighed. Come on. I missed you." He said, looking at her.

She glanced at him, then looked away. "I have to get to class." She continued to walk.

James frowned, stopping. "O…kay?" He said softly.

"Why are you saying that like it's a question? It's first period. Why is that anything different to daily school?"

"Well yeah, I know, but you're acting like that's an excuse to not talk to me. We still have like ten minutes before the bell." James replied.