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Started April 22, 2021 by Deleted user

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In spite of everything that had happened, all the bad blood between them, and how much they'd both like to deny it, they were drawn to each other. No matter how many times they tried to hide it behind harsh words and insults, they both knew how they felt. And it was terrifying. But it's been years, and now they're both struggling… will they find a way to work through all their emotions, or will they be at each other's throats for the next decade? God only knows.

Character A and Character B were high school rivals, tearing each other apart at any chance they got. Naïve seventeen-year-olds, constantly slandering each other. Neither really knew where it started. Maybe it'd been a tie in something and the need to be the best, or a misunderstood interaction, but gods, they hated each other with a passion. However, time passed- as it tends to do- and they went their separate ways.

Character A settled down with a fiancé and a great job. When A's fiancé went on a business trip across the country, A decides to fly down and surprise them with a romantic weekend together! It was nearly their five-year anniversary, so they spared no expense- they blew everything they had on a plane ticket, and headed down. What they didn't expect, though, was to find someone else in their fiancé's hotel room. Heartbroken and unable to afford a flight back home, A flees to the cheapest motel nearby.

Character B travels to go to their dream college, and pursues what they're passionate in (whether that be sports, art, music, acting, etc.), finishing college with high hopes and excitement. However, they fail to get any gigs, and must resort to shitty side jobs while they find a permanent job. They sink into something of a depression, having to live at a cheap motel since they can't afford anything else.

The two of them, of course, end up in neighboring rooms.

NOTES: Heyheyhey, I'm back! Enemies to lovers is my shit, so this was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm down to be either character, but I'm leaning a bit toward Character A. If you really super want to play them though, I have no objections! Angst is going to play a bit of a role in this since both of them are in such sensitive headspaces, so let me know your triggers right off the bat. I doubt it'll get too bad, but better safe than sorry. Other than that, no rules! Swear as much or as little as you'd like, make your character a bitch, initiate steamy scenes, punch my character in the face- quite literally everything is on the table. Character sheet will be up soon! <3

alright, @Aizawa! here's the sheet :)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Other:

Name–
Aris Beckett Ives

Age–
24 years (I can easily age up or down if necessary)

Gender–
male; he/him

Sexuality–
biromantic demisexual, though he'd argue that he doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction because he has more important things to worry about.

Appearance–
He stands at 5'9, with an overall lanky build. He has long fingers, veiny hands, and somewhat largeish feet. His skin is incredibly fair, and he can't tan for the life of him; he burns like a lobster in the sunlight. He has thick, curly, ash-brown hair that is always a mess, sticking in every direction. He has a narrow-ish face, somewhat prominent cheekbones, and a large-ish Roman nose. His teeth are straight, white, with the slightest of a gap between the two front ones. He has thick eyebrows and bright blue-green eyes behind a pair of thick-framed rectangular black glasses. He usually tries to dress halfway nice, often wearing a dark-colored button-down shirt (sometimes with funky patterns) and dark jeans with converse shoes. He has slight dimples when he smiles, though he doesn't smile much.

Personality–
INTJ-T.

Aris is the distant, reserved, introverted sort. He prefers to spend most of his time alone and has never been one to engage in social interactions or make many friends. He finds himself easily irritated by others and can be impatient when it comes to dealing with people. He struggles with feeling incredibly lonely, but doesn't know how to form intimate relationships well and is, more or less, afraid of them, as well as his own emotions— which he often suppresses and denies. He values logic and intelligence, priding himself on being smart. He enjoys learning new things but hates admitting that he's wrong. Equally, he hates when anyone is better at him than something. He has a low self-esteem, and in an attempt to cope with this can come across as prideful or treat others as being intellectually inferior to him. It makes him feel better about himself. Since his lack of self-esteem is not obvious and he would never admit to it, he can appear arrogant. He is all about efficiency and often sucks at working with others. He is paranoid and has a lot of anxiety. Sometimes he is good at being calm in a crisis, and other times… not so much. He is petty and can be rather spiteful at times. He lashes out when hurt because he doesn't know how to deal with his emotions.

Strengths–
Intelligent. Clever. Witty. Strategic mind. Inventive. Creative. Determined. Independent (sort of). Loyal if you can actually get his loyalty.

Weaknesses–
Paranoid. Distant. Prideful, but also low-self-esteem. Awful liar. Easily embarrassed/flustered/angered/annoyed/etc. Petty.

Likes:
Cats. Chess. Peppermint candies. Stargazing. Computers. Drawing. Nighttime. Winter. Warm blankets. Video games.

Dislikes:
People. Summer. Loud noises. Being wrong. Failing at literally anything. Physical activities. Himself.

Background:
WIP, but his father was emotionally abusive and pressured him a lot as a child. He was bullied some in school and has always struggled with interpersonal relationships. He went to college to be a Video Game Engineer but can't find a good job in that. He is also a great artist and would like to be a comic book artist, but he can't find a good career in that right now, either. He is angrily working at a gas station while searching for a job that he can actually use his degree for. He is afraid he might have to move again.

Other:

Name: Felix Ezekiel Hayda
Age: 24
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Grown out red hair is parted down the side, sometimes pulled back in a small ponytail that reveals his undercut. His hair is naturally orange, so it isn't difficult to dye it the bright red that he prefers. His eyes are a deep brown, almost black, and seem to bore into anyone else. His piercings certainly don't help his intimidation factor. He has many, though he doesn't like to wear a lot at once. His nose ring is a constant, though. He enjoys wearing jewelry other than his piercings as well, such as bracelets and necklaces. He often wears a slightly oversized army jacket and some variety of dark outfit, whether that be black turtlenecks, ripped jeans, or whatever. He stands at 5'10, with long skinny legs, and a slight bit of muscle of him.
Personality: Passionate and determined, he lives in the moment as best as he can. He isn't very book smart, but he makes up for this with his immense knowledge of history and his street smarts. Admittedly, this was drawn from his love for the musical Rent when he was younger. He loves theatre, though he can't afford to go to any shows. He attends the community productions as often as he can, though nowadays it's a rare occurrence. He isolates himself constantly, not letting anyone get close to him because he's afraid that if they do, they'll leave or just grow to resent him, so he pretends he's stronger than he is. He lashes out at the slightest criticisms, defending himself because if he doesn't, he's afraid of what might become of him. Under the multitude of walls he's erected over the years, he's a loving (although he shows it in a strange way), talented man. He's sarcastic and goofy, and has an almost maternal instinct. He would protect anyone who needs him with his life. He would do anything to keep someone safe, to be someone's reason to keep going- he has a need to be needed. Though, of course, he represses this and tries to ignore it. He's secretly a sweetheart, and would be the best friend you've ever had when he takes his walls down.
Strengths: A small, undiscovered actor with potential if he would take his walls down and be sincere. He's gotten great at hiding his emotions as well, and can flawlessly get out of a situation seemingly without being effected, no matter how much someone's comments had actually hurt him.
Weaknesses: He can misunderstand simple statements very easily, and it isn't rare for him to take something as an insult when it really wasn't. He's just a wreck.
Likes: Theatre, autumn, kids, music, lakes, boats, plants, anyone who can get through to him and "put up with his shit", and (though he will never admit to this) stuffed animals.
Dislikes: Criticism. Heights, insects, and insects on heights.
Background: He had a normal childhood. Two loving parents that cared for him as best they could given the circumstances, neighborhood friends- the usual. However, his father passed away from cancer when he was 12. This wrecked him emotionally, and put up a wall that he never quite took down. His mother was diagnosed with depression two years later, and took her own life when Felix was twenty. He still keeps a print-out of her last text to him in his wallet. He grew apart from everyone after that, no one wanting to associate themselves with the loud, unruly moron who thought spontaneously bursting into song was cool. His walls grew higher.
Other: He's a finger guns and tuck-in-your-shirt bisexual.

Five years. Five goddamn years he'd wasted on that piece of shit. He'd thought that they had something special. He'd given so much for the two of them. He could recall countless intimate moments the two of them had had, times where he'd been vulnerable. He was stupid.

As much as he tried not to think about it as he entered the old building, his mind betrayed him. How could he have been so dumb? Felix swiped angrily at his eyes. Don't cry. Don't cry. At least get into a room first.

His suitcase thumped behind him as he dragged himself up to the reception desk, getting concerned glances from those nearby. He couldn't bring himself to care. "I need your cheapest room," he stated plainly. The girl behind the counter looked him up and down with a grimace. "Uhm. That'll be forty dollars per night, sir." He fumbled for his wallet, pulling a wad of cash out and dropping it onto the counter. The young girl took it with a sympathetic smile, and he glared back at her. She scurried off to get his room card, and he took a seat in one of the chairs in the room, staring up at the ceiling. God, this is what he's come to. Running away from his problems. Real mature.

Aris's phone vibrated on the bedside table, an aggravating buzzing sound that tempted him to grab the little device and chuck it across the room full-force. He might've, too, had it not been for the fact that he couldn't afford a new one. He grunted and buried his face deeper into the stiff pillow case, yanked the bed sheets up over his head. Curse his stupid alarm app, telling him it was time to get up from his nap if he wanted to get anything done before tonight.

"Shut up already—" He muttered as he threw the blankets off and fumbled for the phone, hastily swiping the dismiss button. He rubbed at his bleary eyes, squinting at the time on the screen. Normally, he'd never be caught sleeping at such an ungodly hour of the day, but what choice did he have, working nightshift at some crap gas station? Honestly, he wasn't even getting near enough sleep as it was.

He sighed and set his phone aside. Part of him begged to go back to sleep, just for a few more minutes… but the other part of him knew that, if he wanted any hope of escaping this hell-hole of a motel, he needed to spend time job-searching for something other than Jittery Jack's Quick Stop. Unfortunately, all the jobs in this area he had come to apply for were taken, and even though he graduated with high grades, it didn't matter; he lacked experience. But until someone gave him a job to earn experience, how the heck was he supposed to fix that?

It wasn't fair. Nothing was.

He slid his glasses onto his face and forced himself to get up and find some motivation. Maybe he could find a job somewhere soon, ditch this garbo excuse for a place to live, find a decent apartment elsewhere, and finally get out. He'd only been staying in the motel for a short time, but by gosh, it felt like an eternity. He was only here because they gave him an especially cheap deal since he was staying so many nights in a row… and because he wasn't sure if he had the strength to search for an apartment when he knew his budget couldn't even afford one. He already hated the trajectory of his life. No point in reminding himself how awful things were going for him.

Ugh, speaking of what he could and couldn't afford— er, thinking of it— he needed to pay his rent for the next week before he forgot. If he'd put it off, there was no way he would remember; it would only take a minute, and he would search for jobs after. He hurriedly got dressed, trying to make himself look as presentable as possible (darn those blasted dark circles under his eyes and his untamable hair), and grabbed some of the money from where'd he'd cashed his last paycheck yesterday. The amount he made was horribly underwhelming.

As usual, he didn't really pay attention to any of the people in the lobby when he went to pay for his room. He approached the counter and offered the neatly-folded bills to the young lady. "Adding another week extension to my stay in Room 11. Please and thanks," he said dryly.

Felix was putting all his effort into not breaking down in front of all these people who probably already thought he was insane. He was watching the room with mild interest and trying to distract himself, but when a familiar bird's nest of brown hair marched into the room, he raised an eyebrow in disbelief. There was no way that was who he thought it was, right? Absolutely not. He hadn't seen their face so it could very well be someone else. But then the woman came back and the stranger spoke, and oh my god they sounded exactly like him. He wasn't one for superstitions and shit, but the universe had to have it out for him right now. Any moment now the stranger would turn around to walk away and he'd see their face. He'd realize that it's someone else, and they'd both go about their day.

The girl behind the counter couldn't be older than twenty, he mused, trying to focus on anything except who he thought might be in the room with him. She was still glancing over at him warily as she took the stranger's money and spoke indistinctly to them. After a moment she gestured at Felix to come over, presumably done doing business with the stranger. He stood up hesitantly, waiting for the idiot with the bedhead to turn around so he could be sure it wasn't who he thought it was.