Family dinners at the Hiddleston Group Home For Mentally Unstable Teens were sacred. At the home, there were all types of people, the nerd, the popular kid, the prankster, the sunshiney kid, the theatre kid, the jock, and the emo. But, what would happen if a new kid came in and disrupted the balance?
The Two Parents: @Caustic-Fraust-Is-A-Mood
The Emo: @_Write_Where_I_Wanna_Be
The Nerd: Me!
The Popular: @lee+Co
The Prankster: @EmptyNebula
The Sunshine: @ErisOfPunk
The Theatre: @amber_demeter
The Jock: @Moxie
The New Kid: @FanfictionFanatic
Could I join as the prankster, please?
May I have some rp samples from y'all?
Would I be able to join as the popular?
If you send in a roleplay sample! I'll consider it.
Is it okay if I give links because I can't really choose some?
Um, ive been in a few roleplays with you but okay……
Can I join as the theatre kid!!!
He had just got done cleaning his kitchen that obviously didn't need any more cleaning and organizing his clean clothes, that were already organized enough when he got a call. Grabbing his cloth out of the pocket of his shirt, picking up the phone and holding it to his ear, not daring to have it touch his skin.
"Hello?"
He says in a calm voice, sweet and gentle, humming a tune in his head. Suddenly the happy tune in his head stops, and the phone drops to the floor along with his cloth.
"Okay"
He says in his ever so calm voice, straightening his the collar of his shirt, his piercing blue eyes that were filled with happiness about two minutes ago….were now blank.
Quickly getting in the car and driving to the library, a circle of cops, detectives and an ambulance were at the scene. Stepping out of the car, his heart seemed to stop. His pulse racing and his heart pounding. He didn't want to go back there. He knew what was awaiting him. He knew death far too well. Able to smell it a mile away. (Not literally.) Being released from the mental ward at 21 wasn't very easy until he found the love of his life, who he was about to propose to. The girl with the honey golden hair this striking green eyes. Looking at her body, he could tell it was her.
"No"
He says firmly, yet quietly. He didn't want to believe it. He wouldn't. His angel sent from heaven…..was gone.
He wanted to curl up in a ball and hide under his blankets. Hiding from the harsh reality that life had to offer.
Looking up at the sky, then down at her body, he stepped towards her body, dodging the police. Bending sown to look at her, his knees touching the ground as he knelt down to the body.
"Why'd you have to leave….."
Um, ive been in a few roleplays with you but okay……
It doesn't matter how many roleplays we've been in together, I still want a sample.
(well this is one of my kind of longer ones, but it fluctuates. I can send a shorter one if you want)
(oh okay, i didnt expect that so quickly! Thx)
What's your most recent one, hun?
She nodded, hating her voice for weakening. "It's been nearly 7 years." Her eyes were moist. She was helpless to her own pain.
**["It must be really hard" Rick said softly. "Not knowin' if they're all right, or what's going to happen to 'em. I'd be plum terrified if I was in your shoes."]
"Glad I don't look like I am. But you can bet that every time I smile I'm hurting a little deeper."**
[Rick glanced back over at her. "You know you don't always have to hide it, right? My uncle told me that you've got to let a little water out of the dam once in a while, or the pressure makes the whole thing collapse." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not tryin' to teach you how to carry your burdens of course….but I know sometimes it helps to get a little reminder from a friend." The friend part might have been pushing it a little, but Rick hoped she'd see that he was sincere and just wanted to help.]
She was fighting. She was fighting so hard. She was a second away from shattering and letting 9 years worth of pain come flooding out. That wouldn't be good for anyone. "Don't push me please." She wasn't sure who she was talking to. Herself? Her mind? Rick? Axel? Whoever it was had one hand out, ready to shove her off the edge of the cliff, and she wouldn't survive the fall.
[Rick was starting to realize that Charlotte's dam was set to collapse no matter what. He chose his next words very carefully. "I ain't pushing you anywhere, Charlotte. If you want…I'm here to lean on when other things push you too hard. That's all."]
"Don't." She was getting quieter and quieter, smaller and smaller as every single fragment of pain she'd ever tucked away met in her heart, filling every inch of her body. Maybe it was because she was tired. Maybe it was because the very real fear that they were going to die was bringing back the memories.
Whatever it was, pushed her, and freefell. One tear, followed by another, and another. They were still fell alone, and she wasn't moving or making any move to stop them. Gathering courage, a few more salty tears pushed their way past her wall, and before long her face was drenched.
[Rick was at a loss. He wanted to try and comfort her….but she'd already clearly told him to back off, twice. He knew he probably wasn't the best person to help her through this–he was essentially a stranger to her, after all. But on the other hand, it seemed like someone needed to be there for her right now….
Eventually he decided to remain silently where he was and let her process her grief in relative privacy. If she wanted his support or a listening ear, he'd supply it.]
No one came. No support. She hadn't known before then how much she needed people.
And that was what the final chink. She wasn't as strong as she'd always told herself she was. She let out a sound, a scream drowned and twisted by the crying, and she tried to stand. She couldn't. Her body was shaking too hard, too full of the hurt to do anything but cave in on itself, and she fell into a fragile ball of what she'd always told herself she'd never become.
The pain won the battle and bared its teeth to the last shred of pride she had left; the latter cowered away and pain beat her down, unleashing the rage and hurt and terror and hate and every emotion that now held this woman turned child in the palm of its hand.
[Okay, well scratch that plan, Rick thought. Decision made, he quickly got up and went to her side, lifting her back upright. Gently but firmly he wrapped her in a hug, alarmed to feel her shaking. He didn't know the right thing to do anymore, but he did know without a doubt that nobody should be alone when they were hurting so badly.]
Charlotte, caught in her own mind, registered nothing but human warmth. With an iron grip despite her weak state she desperately latched on to the person's arm, burying her head in their chest. It was there, held, sobbing uncontrollably, stopped from sinking into the depths of the dirt only a strong arm around her, that her mind took in enough to light to stop her losing herself completely.
Wrote this today, the bold is me and the other person is in brackets
Can I join as the jock?
Of course Moxie, rp sample?
