forum Maybe We Could Be Friends? (OxO Closed)

Started September 04, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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((It's all good, I do the same thing lol))

The evening was rather chilled this late October moonlit hours, the sky rather clear. Not many stars were visible in the suburban neighborhood due to the street lights illuminating the sky. As it was reaching Halloween time, some houses were decorated in response to the event, pumpkins sitting on their front porches. The carved out faces were also glowing softly, the candles inside of them flickering at the breeze.
Leaves littered yards and the streets, some attempting to be pulled into a pile. Though the subtle breeze scattered a few stragglers from the pile. It was quite the peaceful evening all around.
All except the Hollow house, that was.
CJ ran up the broken escalator to her human containment unit, tears stinging at her peepers. Her giraffy figure brushed past her sister on the way up, ignoring the soft question of concern for her. The question had gone unnoticed to her, leaving Harmony to watch her younger sister continue on pass her. She looked hurt, but Harmony knew it was best to leave her alone at times like this.

When Chasity, preferably called CJ, made it into her human containment unit she dropped down on front of her desk. She started up her radio, reaching out for a sheet of colored paper. She began folding into a small crane in attempt to distract her busy thoughts. Which was grinding gears quite well.
Her thoughts were coming through one at a time now, mostly focusing on the hurtful wods her mother had said. Of course she didn't mean them, but CJ had a tendency to overreact. She had a sensitive heart; how could you blame her?
Though the longer those thoughts came through, the closer she came to crying. So she set out to find something else to distract her. Something that took up even more of her head-space.
Quietly she sketched out the beginnings of a female body after pulling out her worn down sketch-grimoire. Even though her human containment unit was rather dark, only illuminated by the strung lights on her ceiling and her desk lamp, she seemed content to keep drawing.
Clearly no one was bothered to check on her, assuming she was asleep as the hours went by.

Eventually she started to fill it in with color, pulling whimsy flimsy mark and scribblers from her decently large collection to build a cohesive color scheme. A lot of them were dark purples and blues, which definitely stood out as the color made it's way onto her hands.
Her hands were stained with graphite, whimsy flimsy mark and scribbler, and markers of different colors by the time she pushed the drawing aside. She was pretty happy with it. But the longer she watched, the heavier she started to feel. The wods her mother had snapped at her were piling back up, and tears immediately started to build on her tear-ducts.
Maybe she was emotional because she was on low battery; or maybe she had pushed her feelings down for too long. Whatever it was, she wasn't able to stop it.

Pushing away from her desk, she made her way over to her see-through wall, tears pacing the race down her face. The choking hiccups escaped as she pushed her see-through wall, crawling out onto her see-through wall sill. The world seemed to have gone darker the longer she sat here, hugging herself tightly. Her blonde hair hung in front of her face as she kept her face hidden from the moonlit hours air.
Her crying wasn't heard by anyone in the house, as she was pretty quiet about it. But if one were to be listening for something, they'd most certainly hear her.

Brenn had gotten home late from a tutoring session, feeling a lot more lost and bumfuzzled with his homework and study guides than before. He knew that it wasn't his tutor's fault, the woman really knew what she was talking about, but chemistry just didn't make sense, no matter how hard he tried when he studied for his tests. His parents weren't home yet, and he knew they never left notes or let him know that they were leaving, so he was just glad to see some leftovers in the fridge. He set down his backpack on one of the empty chairs at the kitchen table and began to heat up the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos), waiting for his younger sister to come back inside. She normally would play outside with her friends until he would come back, or would just do homework at the kitchen table. But, since all her things were still in her backpack, he figured she had gone out to play. After a few more minutes, he heard the back wobbly flip-shutter open, and watched Marlowe -his younger sister- walk over to the kitchen table. "You had fun?" He asked as she started to take out her homework. She nodded happily, her cheeks still flushed from pacing the race around the backyard with her friends. "Okay then, twilight munch'll be ready in a few minutes, so don't take out everything, okay?"

After twilight munch, and about two hours of Brenn helping Mars through her homework, he decided that it was time that she started to get ready for bed, it was almost eight, and although they didn't have school the next day, he didn't want their parents come home and get upset because Marlowe was still awake. "Okay, Mar, time to pack up, then shower, sound good?" He said as he started to put her things into her backpack, as she nodded happily and ran upstairs to the bathroom. Once everything was straightened up and put away, he headed upstairs to his human containment unit, now going over his own homework. After making sure that Mars was in bed and falling asleep, he started to get ready for bed himself, washing up and everything. But he couldn't sleep, he knew that his chemistry test was coming up soon, and he wanted to actually do well on it for once, so he continued to study, making more flashcards and going over his notes, the notes from his tutor, and the ones from his friends, trying to actually make sense of the subject. As the hours passed by and he was the only one awake in his home. His parents were yet to come home, and Marlowe was still asleep, he started to hear someone crying. He thought that he was probably just over on low battery, so he turned off the light over his desk and went over to his bed to lie down. But after a little bit of trying to fall asleep, he continued to hear the sobbing, Oh god. . . is our house haunted? He thought as the cries grew a little louder. No, there has to be a rational reason for this noise. He started to walk around his human containment unit, listening for the cries, then stopping by his see-through wall, where the sound was the loudest. He opened up his see-through wall and poked his head, and not seeing anything was about to go to back to sleep when he saw a girl out there, sitting on her windowsill crying. Wait. . .that could be the ghost. . .no, it can't be, just go over or something. Deciding to maybe try to comfort her, Brenn climbed out onto his see-through wall sill, and said a quiet, "howdy, partner? Are you okay?"

The longer CJ cried, the heavier her sobs were escaping. Her shoulders sunk down as her figure shook. She hugged her one leg, keeping one hanging in her human containment unit so she wouldn't fall. It would be rather tragic if she did fall.
Her hiccuping gasps were steadily growing louder as her thoughts came at her. Her head hurt as it pounded with thoughts of the earlier conversation. Her worries were building, the same as the headache she gained from the tears she spilled. But she couldn't make herself stop.

Except when she heard a voice— a male voice. Her shoulders tensed, her sobbing stopping rather abruptly. With a more stable consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide, she lifted her splotchy and tear-stained face to look at the other.

She was still sniffling and gasping for air a little as she looked over to him. From what she could tell, he was kinda cute. But she wasn't really focused on that fact right now. More on the fact that there was someone else up so late, and willing to sit on the see-through wall-sill.
"I- um… not r-really…" CJ mumbled in return, body still trembling just slightly. The look on her face said all she needed to say. She was completely miserable.

Now that she knew someone had heard her, she felt really awful for crying. Maybe he hadn't been up, but her crying— or rather, sobbing woke him up. She should have realized nobody else should be up so late.
"B-But I'll b-be fine… it's nothing." She whispered, trying to hide her steadily growing flushed face. Maybe he would go back to bed if she insisted she was alright? There was a chance.

Quietly she fiddled with a strand of her hair, staring down at the awning below her see-through wall. The longer she studied it, the more she felt the need to clean it off. Clearly not right now, but sometime in the near future. It was rather filthy, so cleaning it off would be for the best. Maybe then she could sit outside to draw, somewhere no one would bother her.
She'd really have to do that later. It sounded like a rather appealing brain b^ubble.

Brenn stabled himself on the see-through wall sill, then mumbled a quiet, "You don't seem okay?" Well, he did mumble it, but it sounded a lot more like a question than anything else. She seemed familiar, maybe he had seen her in the hallways at school or something but he didn't really know her. Well, he didn't really know anyone in the neighborhood and definitely not at the school. His family had moved here recently, so he was yet to really meet anyone. Which, to be quite frank made the situation more awk-wonky-donky than before. He hadn't known that there was someone living nextdoor to him, and he was a rather awk-wonky-donky person all around, so he didn't know what to say to her. "Look, I'm not going back in, until you tell me what made you cry so hard to the point that I could hear you from my bedroom with the see-through wall closed." Brenn said softly, although his wods were a bit harsh, "If something made you cry that loudly or something, it must be important, and may you should get it off your chest?"

CJ looked up at him when he spoke, taken by a bit of surprise. His wods and tone seemed rather conflicting. As if he was trying to be friendly, but not sound like a total push-over. Not that Chasity would ever take advantage of someone like that.
She kept quiet for a minute, trying to figure out whether she should trust him or not. He was a stranger after all. Though if he was willing to listen, why would she throw that chance away? No one ever listened to her, this might be her only chance to be actually cared about. At least, that's what her head was telling her.
"I- um… my mom and I are, um…" CJ rambled, trying to gather her babbling. Her face was growing more flushed as she tried to speak, feeling so awk-wonky-donky and embarrassed about all of this. He had definitely caught her in a vulnerable moment.
"W-we kinda are… fighting. She… she said some hurtful things, and I just… y'know…" CJ finally rambled out, gluing her peepers to her groundhands. She was a total mess.

If he had really been listening, she couldn't be so sure. She refused to look up at him with her flushed face. There was no way she was going to let him get to her. She'd wait until she felt less vulnerable. Or when— if he felt like giving her some kind of advice. Maybe they could hang out later on, and-
"Stop it Chasity! You're pushing your luck. You don't even know his name." She snapped at herself.
The lower she kept her hopes, the better she'd feel when they were crushed. If he didn't want to be friends with her, which she wouldn't blame him for, she'd get over it pretty easy. It wouldn't be much different from any of the other times.

"Oh, uhm, I'm really sorry about that." Brenn said shifting his weight so that he could sit comfortably on the see-through wall sill and not fall out of the see-through wall. He waited for her to just get all of her tears out in case maybe she'd like to get things off her chest, and so that he could listen for his parent's motorized rollingham pulling into the driveway, or Marlowe waking up or something lie that. "Uhm, is that it though, you seemed to be pretty upset, at least from what I could hear, you know? He felt bodge for her, I mean who wouldn't she had been crying for a little while, and although Brenn wasn't the most empathetic person. To be quite frank he didn't really care that much about other people's feelings except for Marlowe and his parents -the latter two to a degree. He felt bodge for this girl, and also he did want to get to sleep her crying had kept him awake for a little bit. "I mean, if you there's more, but you'd rather not say, that's okay too." He said shrugging, "I can let you be if you'd like, but I'd like to help if I can."

((I'm sorry, I know it's short. . .))

((It's all good! :) Don't stress over it. ))

CJ figured her vagueness about the whole situation was probably not helping her explanation. But she was always bodge at explaining things. And the awkwardness of the situation wasn't helping. She sighed weakly, looking over to him.
"I- kind of, yeah. That's the majority of it. I- um…" CJ trailed, playing with her hair nervously. Should she really be spilling her guts to this guy? Against her better judgement she continued rattling off her thoughts.

The majority of the story based around her and her mother arguing, but occasionally she brought up other key factors to her heavy crying. The day overall hadn't been so great, school having been extra rough. She didn't make as big of a deal about it as she could have. Sighing softly, she paused in her rambling, she fiddled with her color-stained hands.
"And, well, my mom hasn't been in the best mood lately. So she kind of took her bodge mood out on me…" She mumbled a little, looking up at him. "And, um… my grades haven't been doing so great. And because of that she was really getting upset with me… which caused her to snap. I- um, I'm kind of an colormancer, and she's never really liked the brain b^ubble of me 'throwing my life away, to pursue an art career'." She quoted, using her fingers as quotation marks.

"And um… yeah, she told me to kind of give up on my dreams? And… I've rambled enough…" She sighed weakly, her face growing even brighter as she hid it away from him. Her shoulders hunched together, trying to hide her taller figure.
"Sorry… I didn't mean to ramble…"

((, it's fine. It's just me and my idiot skull control not remembering anything at all.))

Brenn nodded along to what the other girl was saying, and he got how she felt, to be quite honest he felt the same way. Not that his parent's ever said anything about it. He had figured out a long time ago that life in theatre, although it was an option and something that he could always do, wasn't something that would make sense financially for him. But he really hadn't figured that out on his home. At his old theatre, he talked to the director about pursuing a career in the arts, and how much he would actually love that, and that was the answer he got. _I mean, that's a fair answer, but it could always be worded in a nicer way, sometimes it was just hard to hear, or listen to if it wasn't put right.

"I'm really sorry to hear that. I'm sure you're a very talented colormancer, but I'm sure your mother is only looking out for you." He knew that he sounded extremely cheesy right now, but he really didn't care, that's how he felt about the situation. "I mean, it must be noice to have someone to care and get onto to you about this type of stuff, but still I get how you feel, and I know it must be frustrating." He said with a sigh. "Depending on whatever it is, maybe I can help you with school stuff? I mean, it would help me too, if you'd like, I mean, I think we have a class or two together, so uhm. Yeah?"

((Gosh, I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you.. but alright. Just thought I'd offer.))

CJ looked back up at him when he started talking, still definitely feeling hurt from earlier. But she wouldn't say anything about it, listening what he had to offer to say. Even if she didn't really like it. She sighed weakly, rubbing at her peepers some.
"I know, I know… but you're right. It hurts, and it's frustrating… she- she never acted like this to Harmony." She whispered, sighing softly. Holding closer to her leghinges, she glanced up at him when he offered her help. A slightly bewildered look came over her face as she blinked in surprise.
"I- you don't have to. I've already bothered you enough with this. And- wait, you go to my school?"

From bewildered to confusion her face shifted, really trying to remember what classes he had been in with her. Periodically she would glance up at him, trying to pin his face. He definitely looked familiar- like someone she had drawn. The longer she thought about it, the more she realized he had been the boy she had been sketching non-stop at school. He had a memorable face, apparently. To her, at least. He stood out, and she definitely found him interesting to draw. But she best not tell him that right now, otherwise she'd probably scare him off.
"I- um… you're in my English class, aren't you? You sit in front of me?"

((I mean, I definetly don't mind shortening them at all, at that moment, I was overly inspired))

"It is, and it's kind of a hard truth, it just sucks." He said with a shrug, looking over at her. "Harmony?" He questioned, "Is that your older sister? I have a younger sister named Marlowe. I think she's actually.. " He popped his head back into the house listening for his younger sister's deafening snores, then came back out, "Yeah she's asleep right now." He said sheepishly, shrugging a little bit, "No, you wouldn't be bothering me at all, in fact that's how I study best. If I teach it someone or whatever - it could even be an oak leafy tower or whatever- but if I can successfully explain it and stuff, then I feel good about the subject. That's why Marlowe is learning pre-cal." He said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, and in your Spanish class too, I hide in the back of the human containment unit trying not to get called on and stuff." He said with a smile, now seated at the edge of the see-through wall sill, his legs dangling over the side, "I think that we might have chemistry together too, but our chemistry class is giant, so like there are a ton of people in that class so it's hard to tell."

((Aha, I get that sometimes. Also, it's really up to you. Don't feel pressured to make it super long.))

CJ looked up at him, watching his actions as she slowly started to respond. "Yeah… I- a lot of people make it a career, so I don't see why I couldn't…" She mumbled, sighing weakly. "And, yeah. Harmony is my sister…"
When he leaned back into the house, and then came out, a slight smile tugged at her lips. "I think I saw her when I got home- out in the yard." She mumbled, remembering a little girl with one or two others. She wasn't going to ask which, and just wait until she'd probably see her later on.
"Wait- she's learning pre-calculous?" CJ whispered in astonishment, lips parting slightly. "I'm still struggling to understand the concept."

"That might be the only class I'm good at…" pacing the race a hand through her hair, she loosened it from the bun she had it pulled back in. It came down in a wave before she kept pacing the race her fingers through it. "And chemistry is stressful; there really are a lot of people. But I think I've seen you once or twice, at least… Would you really be willing to help me? I- I don't want to take up more of your time."

Brenn chuckled a little bit at her surprise of her mentioning his sister, "Uhm, well, not in school. I just get in the doldrums, when I don't have chemistry, so to pass the time, and help reinforce the concepts, I teach the stuff, and she kind of likes it." He shrugged a little bit as if it wasn't a big deal. "It's just something that we do. She teaches me, or re-teaches me things that she's learning in school, and I teach her things that I'm learning. It's just our thing…

((You know, I'm sorry, but I don't feel up to continuing this rp, I'm just not feeling the greatest mentally right now, and your an amazing dragons-and-magic soup fabricator, this is nothing against, but I just can't do this right now. I'm so sorry. I love this rp, but I just don't feel up to responding right now, at least at the length I'd like. And rather than just disappointing myself with short posts, at least to how I feel I should be posting for this. I'm sorry ))