Rules:
- Cursing is allowed, just don't go overboard.
- No use of drugs or alcohol.
- If things start getting steamy (thought they probably won't), it will be taken to pms.
- Be semi-active at least.
(I'd prefer this to be straight, simply because I'm better at that, but I can adapt to whatever)
Name:
Age:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
(Optional)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Name: Angel Fairbrooke
Age: 14
Sexuality: Questioning
Looks: Rainbow dyed hair (red at top, pink at bottom) that falls over her right eye and ends just below her shoulder blades. Her left eye is a bright baby blue. She's thin and stands at 4'8. She has pale skin with what seems to be glitter dotting her face and shoulders like freckles. She usually wears baggy clothing in black, purple or blue, and in crowded places wears black sneakers so her feet don't get stepped on.
Personality: She's generally the quiet type, and is pretty shy until you get to know her. Once you're her friend, she shows off her more crazy and loyal side.
Likes: Animals, nature, stars, walking barefoot, and music.
Dislikes: Peanuts, most shoes, showy clothing, people who don't understand personal space, most parties.
She couldn't believe it. They had the gall to call her after what they did? Well, she wasn't having any of it. Angel shut them down real quick, and marched off to blow off some steam. She walked to the park in a black tank top, shorts and no shoes.
She immediately sat on one of the swings and started blasting music from her phone, through her earbuds. The hot rays of the sun beat against her pale skin as she swung.
(I summon @MosisIsWorkingOnMakingABook to the feild!)
(I refresh my page every minute- You never know. lol)
(ohnu, it had to be rebooted? lkjsdfkjlsdf can i stalk again?)
(Oh, no, the other one's still up. I just made this one 'cause Mosis wanted to do it too. 'Course you can stalk, Iz!)
Name: Elliot 'El' Stone
Age: 15
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: He's got hazel eyes. He is 4'9 in hight and in wight he is 115. He usually wears a black sweater with gray pants/jeans.
Personality: He's got a bit of an ego. He's usually a bit irritable, but will force a smile on his face if he has to. Very blunt, which can make him a bit cold sounding. If he ends up liking someone, he can be protective and less snappish. He's honestly quite the tired person on the inside.
Likes: Quiet places, The starry sky, Himself, and animals.
Dislikes: The fact that he will never really like someone. He is just looking for a friend.
(He's great! Also my character's 4'8. She's an inch shorter! XD)
(Oh. That was the start of the RP?)
Elliot walked through the park. He spotted Angel on the swings and walked over. He sat on the swings beside her and looked down. He hadn't noticed the earbuds. "Hard day as well?…" He asked. He sighed. He had the worst day. He lost his best friend, he got fired from his job and he was kicked out of his house for a day. He tried to stay positive. The chance of a stranger answering his questions was 1 out of 1000. He looked at Angel and looked back down.
Angel looked over to the person who approached her. Surprisingly she could hear him even though her music was blaring.
"Yeah." she answered, studying his features. She didn't expect anyone else to be here. He looked so sad.
"Are you ok?"
"Huh?" He looked up. He was surprised the stranger answered. "Yes…Im alright. How about you?" He said, looking at her.
"You look bothered. What happened?" Again he never really thought she'd answer. It was her personal life, and he didn't want her to think he was a weird guy.
Just as Angel was about to answer the first question, he asked another. One that she hadn't expected to hear so soon.
"I…" Was she really comfortable telling these things to a stranger? What did it matter? It's not like he could do anything to help anyway. It couldn't hurt. "My 'friends' decided they didn't need me anymore. They just…cast me aside. If it wasn't for me they wouldn't even have met!" Tears started rolling down her face one by one.
No. Stop. Don't cry! Stop it!
"We were best friends. And she just…I don't…did I do something wrong?" she asked, searching his eyes for an answer, as if he had one. "Please tell me what I did wrong!" She sobbed as she covered her face with her hands and shook.
I can't stop crying. I can't believe I just told all this to a stranger. No one is supposed to see me cry! I'm not weak! I'm not.
(Oof, what have I done to my poor child?!)
(Oh. El is going to comfort Angel. Good luck-)
(also…Im not going to be on Friday and Saturday. :P)
(Ohnuuuuuuuu the feelsssssssssss jkdsfkjlsdflkkdl i just wanna give her such a big hug rn lkjfsdlkjfd)
Elliot stopped. He didn't know how to react. He never met to make the girl cry. He jolted up and pleaded, "O-oh. Please don't cry!… Im sorry! Im so sorry!"
He looked at her. He wanted to help but what would he do? "Tell me…about these 'Friends'. Why did they ditch you?…" He frowned. If she started crying…They must be impotent… He sat on his knees and looked at her. "Im sorry…" He said, tears now also in his own eyes.
Angel tried to calm her breathing in order to answer his question. "She got mad. I was trying to support her and she said I called her crazy. I didn't! I swear I didn't! I was trying to help." She paused for a moment.
"It's not your fault." she said wiping her tears from her face. Her attempts were futile though, as more silently streamed down her face. She let out a quiet laugh and whispered, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be dumping all this on you. If I'm bothering you, I can leave."
