forum We say sorry, but how much does that really help? (OxO) (Open)

Started December 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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Basically there's this huge orphanage in the city, it's great…everyone is well cared for and helped through their difficult times. But, though many people seems happy, some aren't. At all. They struggle to fit in and keep up, but they just can't forget the past. They try and try and try, saying sorry over and over…but their mind refuses to let them move on, pushing back, saying no, no, no…you can't be forgiven…you'll never be forgiven…
So what happens when the daughter(or son) of the orphanage's owner, meets one of these lost, hopeless individuals?

Right so this is a One on one, which could possibly be a romance. I'll let you decide. There are obviously two roles to play, the depressed individual and the encouraging daughter/son of the orphanage owner. I'll be playing the first role stated because I have a character that fits that role and that needs to be fleshed out badly . I'll put a template up once someone joins. Please let's keep this PG-13, or I will personally come for you in your sleep.

As you might've guessed from the quick twist of my description of the story, there will be angst, so watch out, alright? I will keep it lightish(in terms of self harm), but my character has a terrible sense of humor and talks about human dying.

If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask!

And one more thing, I used to be pretty bad about staying active in a role play, whether it being mine or someone else's. But now I'm trying to stay active in the rp, and I'm asking that you do the same, please.

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(My character is a guy, I’m okay with either gender. Also sorry I didn’t get a template up last night, my internet went to absolute shit)

(No, that's fine! I have a rp that's got a similar relationship that's straight and it's harder for me to reply to so I think I'll do a male if that's okay.)

Name : Hawthorne(Thorne) Miles
Age : 17
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Bi
Personality : Thorne is incredibly depressed and seems very quiet. He hates himself for his past and is too scared to make friends anymore. If you had got to know him in his years of 7-13, you would’ve known that he used to be energetic and mischievous, with terrible sense of dark humor, which he still has. He no longer has a ton of energy since it’s mainly been converted into fear and hatred for himself but he stills loves the ideas of pranks and anything remotely mischievous. Though Thorne doesn’t talk much, he’s also pretty kind when he does talk.
Looks : Indigo dyed hair that’s swept to the left and a bit shaggy in length; has dark brown almost black eyes ; he stands at an average height for his age of 5’10 but he’s slightly underweight. He’s thin and has a fragile body type, probably caused by the two times he tried to kill himself which only ended with broken bones and bad jokes to not make the doctors or nurses worry…it didn’t help. He has a light skin tone, but he’s not super pale because he goes outside(mainly during winter)
Attire : Wears dark blue slim fitting jeans with patches on the back pockets; orange t-shirt with a white jacket over it; cheap red pair of sneakers worn on his feet
Warmer outfit : Gray sweater; black boot cut jeans with snowflake patches scattered about; when outside he wear a heavy light blue coat, a black hat and white hat, and a black scarf; finally he wears black combat boots
Likes : Being around people he’s close with, dogs, winter, Christmas, gems, dark humor
Dislikes : Small spaces, growing attached to people, the idea of not being able to breathe
Background : Thorne’s parents died in a car crash when he was 7 years old and he deeply believes that it was his fault for their death. He thinks that he should’ve died in the car crash as well. When the car had crashed, the windows had completely collapsed on his parents and when he realized they were dead, he tried getting out of the car. But he was trapped, his seatbelt was trapped against his neck and left arm, his legs were trapped under bits of wrecked metal and he was in a incredibly small space. After he was found, he was sent to the orphanage because he had no other family. He made friends at first but they all left one by one when they were adopted. By age 13 he decided he couldn’t grow close to people in fear that they would leave him. Ever since then he’s been the quietest in the orphanage and has tried to commit suicide twice.
Other : Has separation anxiety and is extremely claustrophobic

(This story will start in early fall and I want it to at least stretch into winter, so yeah. Also slow romance if we do decide we want romance, it’s better to take it slow then fast, you know.)

Name : Michael Vitiello
Age : 17
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Bisexual, no preference. Waiting for the right person.
Personality : The teasing type, but knows when to pull back. He seems to do great with younger kids for the reason that he can act a bit childish with excitement. Can be a bit naive depending on the topic. A good listener, tries to be a peacekeeper.
Looks : An olive skin tone with small patches of vitiligo on his arms. He is a bit taller, standing at an even 6 feet, with a slim build. Michael is in shape, but not enough to have easily visible abs. His eyes are a greenish hazel with hints of a goldish color. He has shorter hair that has a bit of a gradient from light to dark brown. Recently, he's thought about growing it out though.
Attire : Usually a flannel shirt worn under an unbuttoned button up shirt or jacket paired with simple jeans and basic black tennis shoes.
Warmer outfit : An army green coat, fluff lining the hood, that goes slightly past his waistline when outside. When it's fairly cold out, he'll resort to comfortable hoodies and darker colored pants and boots.
Likes : Classical guitar music, cats, kids, swimming, basketball, foreign languages, only listening to them though
Dislikes : Having to stand by/watch without doing something to help a situation, heights, not getting enough sleep
Background : His mother runs the orphanage, usually staying a bit later at night to work. Michael's relationship with her is still good, but he felt closer to his father who died about six years ago. As a kid he used to feel neglected since his mother spent all of her time with random kids. As he got older, he understood why her work was so important. Now of age to help her in the orphanage, Michael followed beside his mother. If he was going to do something with his life, it might as well be something that makes a difference in someone's life.
Other : Occasionally borrows a scrunchie from his mother to wear on his wrist. He fiddles with it when in thought. He's more than qualified to play basketball as a sport, but chooses to stick to playing for fun. He's always wanted to try surfing.

It was a crisp fall morning at the orphanage and it was already bustling with excitement, for the most part anyways. The frost had come a bit early this year and it was quickly dropping from the warm summer weather to the cool fall one instead. Children were rushing out to play in the colorful leaves, Mrs. Vitiello was watching them, a calm smile on her face.
Inside the orphanage sat Hawthorne Miles, a depressed young man. He sat at the breakfast table in the corner and ate silently, his mind obviously somewhere else.

Michael blinked the sleep from his eyes as he stepped outside. While his mother was busy serving breakfast, he agreed to do a few quick chores around the orphanage. The last of which was taking out the trash. With so many children, it took a few trips to carry each plastic bag to the dumpster out back. At least the bags were sealed well and weren't overflowing. Cracking his knuckles, the boy hoisted the last one into the trash. Sighing, Michael saw his warm breath in the cold air. Finally finished, the boy stepped back inside to wash his hands before searching for his mother. Spotting her, now speaking to a young child, he stepped over. Looking up, the woman smiled at her son. "Thank you for doing that for me," she said, taking his larger hand in her own. Her fingers were thinner and skin soft.
"Not a problem. Do I have to do anything else?" Michael questioned, tilting his head lightly. The small child at being ignored decided to clamber onto his mother's lap, seeming happy at being taller.
"Just socialize with the kids. They love the attention, especially when I read to them, shoving books at my feet, begging them to be re-read," his mother rambled on, tussling the child's hair as she mentioned attention. Smiling, the teen nodded, and turned to face the rest of the room, observing the different age groups speckled around the room. A few kids were playing hide and seek in the curtains and under tables, a few happy to be on their own to read. There was a boy who caught his eye however. His hair was dark and loose, skin paler than his own. He couldn't see the other's eyes since he was staring at the food before him. Smiling lightly, he made his way over towards the table that the boy was seated at. All by himself.
Standing beside the table a moment, he noticed how dazed the boy was. He seemed to be of similar age to himself too.
"So, is it any good?" Michael decided to ask. Lead with a question. After all, introductions tended to be a bit nerve wracking. And in an orphanage it was probably like a robotic script that had either become annoying or extremely boring.

Thorne snapped back into reality at the voice of boy. He looked up and saw that it was the son of Mrs Vitiello. They had never met, “Um yeah…” he responded quietly, his dark brown eyes scanning the boy before him.

"Good. I noticed you were by yourself so I wanted to make sure you weren't lonely," he said, grin spreading on his features. The other looked almost like his opposite with dyed longer hair, beautiful dark eyes, and a perfect even skin tone. He also seemed a bit saddened or at least tired. Michael watched the boy's eyes stare at his features and he simply stared back being patient.

In truth, Thorne was incredibly lonely, and he has been since he was 7. But he wouldn’t tell this boy that, “I’m fine, but thanks for asking.” He replied, the boy before him seemed bright and excited, “You’re Michael, right?” A mistake. This was the usual first step of Thorne growing attached to people. A light shine of fear appeared in his eyes and he looked down slightly.

The boy nodded, still grinning. His smile faltered for a moment, guessing as to how this boy knew who he was. "Please tell me my mom didn't share some embarrassing story about when I was little or something…" he said, though it sounded a bit like begging. Michael really hoped it was based on association from seeing him around today.

Thorne shook his head, “No of course not. I’ve just heard your name being tossed around.” He responded, assuringly.

Michael visibly relaxed. "Thank the stars," he said, brushing his short bangs to the side with a hand. Already smiling again, he watched the other's eye that was uncovered. He always found them interesting. They were supposedly "windows to the soul." The boy's were dark and his pupil was barely visible in the middle of the dark chocolate. Somehow… he could still sense a sadness in them. Michael wanted to ask, but decided it would be better to leave it for now. Trading places, Michael probably wouldn't spill his thoughts to someone he didn't know well. "Your eyes are beautiful," he commented instead.