forum "Isn't it... cliche, to fall in love?" (OxO)(Closed)

Started June 01, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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Rules:

1: Please be active, a little bit at least. I know with everything going on, people's lives are out of wack. But like once or twice a day would be best~
2: I really prefer MxF. Not because of trying to discriminate anyone, it's just how I RP.
3: We'll see about anything explicit as it comes… just say so if you're not comfortable with it.
4: Swearing is fine, I just personally don't do it much.
5: I might ask for a writing sample. So I'd have one in hand if you're coming to this. I
6: Nobody is perfect, but please use punctuation and decent grammar… please?
7: Responses will need to be at least two sentences. That's really all I want, so we don't get "He nodded." over and over.
8: Of course have fun. If you're not, and you wanna drop this, just let me know! I'll be totally cool with it, so you don't have to worry. Just don't leave me hanging, thinking you're still interested.
Note: I typically prefer the female character, but I can be either!

School has just gotten out, and X's parents sent them to a summer camp. They had no choice in the matter, and is now stuck there. For all X knows, they're going to have a miserable eight-weeks. Until they see Y. Having everything X would ever want in a partner, they fall hopelessly in love and watch from afar. Little do they know, Y notices X's sudden interest in them. But the oblivious Y thinks X just wants to be friends. With a set determination, Y goes and talks to X.

That's my basic idea. I don't have much of a plot idea, besides that. Maybe little things I couldn't/didn't put in, but not much. This is gonna be pretty chill, just because I find those ones to go the best.
If you want a writing sample from me, or have any questions before committing to this, just ask! I'll happily answer any questions you have (as long as they regarding the roleplay lol)

(I have two ready upon first glance. )
“You can’t fight?!” She turned her hair flowing wildly about her face as she ran another wolf through.
“No! I’m 13 what did you expect?” Scale shouted over the howls, poking snapping jaws with her remaining weapon. Azizia Chopped the offending head off with a single stroke and continued dismembering the wolves. They were a gruesome sight, the animals appeared normal at first as they grew close you could see their eye’s, dull red and containing no pupils. The animals foamed at the mouth, the air filled with the smell of rotting flesh. When Azizia Delt a mortal wound the flesh dissolved from the bones leaving behind a steaming skeleton.
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The drumming of the rain was the only sound that reached Scales ears as she slipped out into the muddy street. No one risked the rain, not anymore, not since the dragons fell. Scale was one of those who had learned that the parasite wasn’t attached to rainwater. Only the dark rust colored liquid that fell from heavy clouds tinged with red carried the parasite, this storm was only rain.
(sorry their both darker in tone if you want something lighter I can find one)

Name:
Age:
Nicknames: (If any)
Appearance:(Links are fine. Though a brief description would be lovely!)
Personality:
Hobbies/ Talents:
Family:

Name:Cassidy Breeson
Age: 17
Nicknames: Cas, Casey
Appearance: Curly strawberry blond hair that goes just passed her shoulders, usually pulled up in a ponytail, Orangey-gold eye’s, 5’2’’ delicate features, little button nose. Fair skin with a light sprinkle of freckles on her face. Petite frame. usually wear's baggy jean shorts with a simple T-shirt.
Personality: Cassidy is very much a morning person, she’s scared of the dark. She’s good at communicating, if ever there was a peacemaker it was Cassidy. She's a quiet girl, not shy just quiet. She's quite friendly.
Hobbies/ Talents: She play's the tin whistle and usually has one somewhere on her person. She's also a swimmer.
Family:Bryon Breeson is a Doctor born in Good old sunny California he decided he hated the desert and went to college in Ireland at The University of Dublin where he met Cassidy's Mother, Clara. They got married fairly quickly and divorced when Cassidy was 7. Bryon got full custody of Cassidy and the two of them moved back to the states. Cassidy does have a light Irish accent.

Name: Calum Johnson
Age: 16
Nicknames: Cal, Liam (Rarely)
Appearance: Calum has dark brown hair, that typically lightens during the summer time, to a softer brown. It's longer in the front, in a sort of curly/wavy mess. His face has stronger features, besides his softer, dark blue eyes. He tans quite easily, so he always has a little bit of a tan. He's about 5'7'', and roughly 130 pounds, with little muscle. His usual attire, is simple clothes, like jeans and t-shirts. Sometimes he'll wear a jacket or hoodie. With his casual look, he normally has a bracelet on his right wrist, and a chained necklace with a tag hanging down from it. Both were his father's.
Personality: Calum is usually a pretty chill guy, with a bright smile on his face. He normally finds himself surrounded by at least one other individual at all times. He somehow managed to become the popular type without trying. Not normally voicing his opinion, he just let's the others lead on. Unless it's for something he wants or cares about.
Hobbies/ Talents: He's a skateboarder at heart, and always has been. He also enjoys listening to music, and playing the harmonica. He's actually quite impressive on it.
Family: When he was around ten, his father died in combat in his serving the military. So for the next six years he grew up with his single mother, and his younger brother, Brooks. His aunt and uncle were in the picture while he was younger, but his mother practically pushed them away when they tried to control the three of them.

The soft blue sky flew by, as the older bus pulled it's way up the mountain side. It was miserably hot on the bus, and even worse with all the kids crowded together. The only source of fresh air was from the few cracked windows. Even that wasn't enough to get the disgusting feeling off your back. The bus was noisy, and Calum was starting to get irritable.
Even with his music blasting in his ears, people wouldn't leave him alone. They needed to get off this bus soon. Calum was seconds away from turning around and snapping at the few girls behind him. Or to his seat mate, that wouldn't stop trying to make conversation. He had already been irritable when they started this three hour bus ride, everything piling up was not helping in the slightest.
"Don't you think it'll be fun?" The boy next to him asked, for the seventeenth time that day. "Like I said the first time. No, I really don't find spending a month and a half away from the world sounds fun. So please, stop asking me that." Calum pleaded with the boy, giving up on trying to listen to his music. Wrapping the earbuds around his phone, he tucked it away in his carry on bag.
The other boy fell quiet, and began to ignore Calum as he noticed they were pulling up to the camp. Calum hadn't noticed, as he was too busy sulking. But a bunch of other kids did, as they started to stand to see out the opposite window. The bus lurched to a stop, and Calum yelped a little as his head hit the back of the seat in front of him. Lifting himself up, he rubbed the back of his head with a light scowl.

They were finally there. Despite his scowl, he was quite relived. No more bus, or close company. Not for awhile at least. "Thank god…" He muttered, waiting for the bus to start emptying before getting off himself. He'd rather be last and noticed, then stuck in that crowd. He was irritated with all of them, and he didn't want another excuse to be.
Pulling his bag over his shoulder, he slowly made his way out. When his feet hit stable ground, he was rocky for a minute. But that didn't last long, as he sucked in a deep breath, and enjoyed the cool and fresh air on his face. Or- as cool as eighty-five degree weather could be.
Adjusting his carry-on over his shoulder, he slowly made his way through the group of kids to find his other bag. He just wanted to find it, and get to his cabin so he could chose his bed first.
That's all he wanted.

Cassidy Stumbled off of the bus and towards the pile of luggage being dumped from the buses. She found her things with out issue, slinging the emerald green bag over her shoulder to free her hands.
As she walked down the dirt path, following the signs to the cabins, She slipped a tin whistle out of her pocket playing a simple tune as she walked. She didn't mind the heat, It was much cooler then the three digit's she had left behind. She felt at home in the rolling green hills speckled with tree's.