Met is one of those guys who is just in the background. He's a typical student you'd find hunched in a classroom with his nose in his French or Chemistry binder at lunch, not really eating. He's a tall, skinny guy so he sticks out a bit, but people have gotten used to his height, so does it matter?
No. Because he's shown up by his intelligent, handsome and just as tall twin, Neo.
Neo is the type of jock outside of sports. He's a cocky, rich, self-made bastard with– somehow– his own apartment. He looks older than eighteen and actually has a modeling career.
But we're not focusing on the rich, cool kid, as one always wouldn't. We're focusing on Met, who still lives with Neo (he's not as fortunate to have such a successful job).
idk mate join up
(oh im interested? could there be like something like the two guys like the girl and like drama romance stuff like that?)
(Oh? no lmao I was just bored. I was thinking maybe of like, a two part story and gives me a chance to enhance the drama between these two.
also Neo is very gay and Met is not)
(oooh okay! Nice, can i join?)
(Sweet sure! Could I have a writing sample?)
this is from a roleplay im in that i like just posted not to long ago,
She hated how forceful he was being, it kind of scared her, but she had to remind her that he wouldn't hurt her, and it was because he cared so much. Reaching in front of her room/house she looked up at Maverick. Pulling his face closer to hers, her heart was racing. She was way too awake to be sleeping. A million thoughts raced through her mind at 1000 mph.
Her king hair dripping water on the wooden porch.
"Night!"
His face was in her hands, looking into his eyes that she could now see rather well, thanks to the light coming from the house.
Quickly but gently, landing her soft yet cold lips on his forehead, the moment seemed to last forever, even though it was about only 10 seconds. Smiling and walking inside. The wind slamming the door shut.
Once inside she ran to her room, looking down on her bed. Immediately rolling up in a little caterpillar. Her face was res from just a tiny….soft, gentle, kiss in the forehead. She felt as if it was so fast when she actually thought about it.
Alright. Nice. You're in!
cool! should we go in blind? or should i fill out a template? (im totally fine with both)
Hey I'm good to go in blind. As long as you're able to support two characters I'll be okay!
nice! do you wanna start?
It was a dim, rainy morning in the neighborhood of Forna. Raindrops flew back the fogged up windows of homes, apartments, and other buildings.
Yet a man with dark hair strode down the sidewalk, holding up an umbrella to protect his practically perfect hair. His hair was curled to perfection around his face and eyes. His eyes themselves were a piercing blue and they looked mildly annoyed with the rain as it splattered on his shoes. He wore shorts to accommodate for the humidity he expected, but didn't receive, making his smooth legs wet with the splashes of the puddles. Not to mention because of his goliath height, his bones ached in the cold. It was all quite annoying to Neophyte Whembrooke.
Yet as his twin trudged through the rain, Metaphorical Whembrooke had gotten up early to get to school. He got there as soon as the doors opened and ducked inside, using even more minutes of his life to study. He had a finals in his Chem and World History class, and it was really stressing him out. He had heavy bags on his thin, pale face and his big hands framed it. His overgrown, tangled and uncared for hair stuck to his hands as his blue eyes traced the pages. He felt like he was about to pass out (he spent all night studying, too), but somehow he kept himself upright.
Seo-Hyeon Youn walked into the room, smiling and waving to everyone you said hi. She was cheerful, happy, and absolutely gorgeous. Her unreasonably long pure white hair going all the way down to her knees. Full of volumes, looking as if its levitating. Only 5'3 1/2 she was short and cute. (shes Korean and you can tell lol)
She had huge eyes for a human, ghostly white almost blue, with black speckles in the irises.
Walking into the classroom, her skirt swaying from side to side as her hair danced across her back. Her cute pastel pink baggy sweater tucked into the skirt.
It was early, not many people were around. Looking at a guy near the back, she sat in front of him. She never did, but she was feeling like socializing more than usual today.
(also smallest of reminders that Neo is gay lol)
Met had his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, and his gaze flicked up the smallest bit to see her sitting in front of him. He slid his feet off, not meaning to be a heathen. He'd be uncomfortable for his first mod, but that's fine. He didn't want to annoy anybody. He crunched his long self into the small desk with a sigh, and now that he was uncomfortable and the lights were turned on, he couldn't focus. He was going to fail this stupid final so hard. He shut his binders and shoved them into his bag, grabbing his coffee cup, only to have the unpleasant surprise that it was empty. He was a big idiot for studying all night anyway. If not knowing the material well and already clinging on to a ninety in both of his classes wasn't stressing him out enough, it would be the lack of sleep he was getting.
(yeah you said that already, but Neo isnt the one we're focusing on right?)
(ah i'm confused I thought we agreed it'd be like a, two way thing? We don't have to but idkkdkdk)
Turning around, pulling a few strands of hair behind her ear, with that big contagious white smile,
"Hey! Where you here so early?"
She said in her almost angelic voice, she went to bed super early last night, mostly because she pulled all-nighters three days in a row playing video games. She was prepping herself for the big mortal kombat tournaments. She had woken up so early, she didn't really have time to even put on makeup, but the only flaw she seemed to have on her face, was slight darkness under her eyes.
She was hoping to get here before any of the actual students came. Now those, they didn't like her.
(wait, im confused to, isnt this whats happening:)
(Met and Neo are twins and Neo; the rich guy, is gay, but we're not focusing on him because Met is the main character, who is straight. Im playing a girl that Met meets they fall in love or something like that. Yeah?)
Met didn't catch that big smile on her face as his tired, dark, haughty eyes met her big happy ones. He found himself shook by a small wave of envy over the gleam in her eyes, the gleam of someone who got a good night's sleep.
He shook the thoughts from his head and rubbed his face tiredly. "I'm here early studying for a couple finals I have." His voice was slurred and it sounded as if he were about to pass out on his desk, literally the complete opposite of her voice. He hated having to work hard, everything about him he just despised with each particle of his body. To his too long feet, his aching knees, his constant growling stomach… ugh. His life was just a big ugh and he didn't know how to fix it. Maybe he could ask the girl who was turned around to talk to him, all sunshine and rainbows.
"oh, no….. are you okay?"
She says quickly reaching up to touch his forehead to feel it.
Hopefully, she's going to make a friend before he ended up following their lead and hating her too.
She didn't want to get beat up every day, she had been working on her complexion, she wasnt about to get it messed up.
Met jerked back in shock at the feeling of her fingers on his warm forehead, his cheeks reddening the smallest bit.
"I-I yeah, I'm okay," He stuttered, looking somewhat more awake. He simply looked puzzled and taken aback by her motion to him. He had no idea who she was, but she was really nice. She was the type of girl who would be a definite mom friend by the looks of it.
(she totally is)
"are you sure, your foreheads a bit wa-"
She pauses, quickly taking her hand back from his forehead,
"ah im sorry….."
She says in a softer voice, she tended to get to worried about the smallest things.
Even about people that hate her, she gets worried about them to.
"Um…. your forehead seemed a little hot, did you get enough sleep?"
Met rubbed the back of his neck and his gaze flicked away. Her question was one he was tempted to not answer truthfully.
"I've been staying up late for the past couple days studying." Sort of a lie, but not really. He hadn't had a stable sleeping schedule since the summer. That's when the stress of everything came back. But he knew he'd be okay once this year was over.
