forum You Spoke To Me In A Silent World // O/O // As gay as can be // OPEN

Started June 19, 2019 by @bubblegum

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So, I need some experience writing a new deaf character of mine. He's gay. Very much so. Plotwise….
Everyone is born with white blood. The nastier of a life you live - i.e the crimes you commit, bad deeds you do - the darker your blood is. Someone falls in front of Callie (my boy) and scrapes their arm, revealing black blood.
If you wanna join don't ask just post a snippet of your writing please.

It was late. Perhaps too late to be awake, but M, as always, was awake. He got home, clacking his keys on the inntable next to his front door and shutting the door to a quiet, dark home whose suggestive traits bore down on him. The dark carpets made soft squishing noises as he crept across the dark foyer to his main upstairs staircase. He wanted to make noise, his fingers itched to feel the keys below them. A moment’s pause, and he was up the steps in a heartbeat, his long legs taking three to four steps at a time to get to the master bedroom, where his well-worn piano waited for him. It was large, grand, shining and a sleek black. The sheet was down but the cover of the soundboard was down. He lifted it up first and blew off dust. Then he got started with his steps of preparation.
He was home, practically throwing his bag across the room to untighten his tie and sit on the black stool, which sunk with a soft hiss under his familiar weight. First, he moved the heavy sheet of wood covering the keys up and back, so he could actually play his piano, then sucked in a breath between his clenched teeth in actual, pure, excitement. He set his long fingers, worn and and naturally made to play, onto the cold white keys. The moonlight threw attractive silver rays of light, making them shift as he got ready to play.
He started with a slow scale that he followed slowly with his voice. Both, the piano and his voice were rumbly and strange-sounding to him. Soon he managed to get both under control and started quicker scales in different keys.
He found the key he wanted to play in, and played it quicker until his fingers ached in annoyance with him. When they ached, he joined with his voice to raise it higher and higher to the octave he knew it could still reach. It strained just a bit, naturally, but it soon sounded smooth as he finished his warm up.
He sat back in his seat with a soft inhale. What to play now? He leaned forward a bit and thought for a bit, but his fingers knew what he wanted. He set his fingers down, inhaled slowly, and started to play.
“Toniiight… I'm gonna have myself a real good time… I feel ali-i-iiiive… and the world I’ll turn it inside out, yeah… And floating around in ecstasy…”

You're in buddy
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hecc ye

Name: Apollo Snow Williams
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexy boi
Appearance: Fluffy light-brown hair that frames a pale face that is home to a long nose, pointed chin and an out-of-the-way jawline. His eyes are a shy stormy blue color that is hidden by long locks of his humid-attacked hair. He's rather small and plumpy which doesn't contrast his long face as much as one would think. 5'9.
Usual Outfit: He likes to wear a lot of band and video game t-shirts with a simple jean and sneakers. It's a good combo for him.
Personality: He seems to be mostly out of the way, happy being in the background. He'll stumble over the simplest of sentences, almost always shy in any situation. He's the type of guy you'd expect to see at a cool event playing in the band (which he usually is). He majored in Computer Forensics, so he's pretty smart.
Other: He's the youngest of a trio of brothers. His oldest brother is Zackary N. Williams, the middle is Oliver E. Williams, and Apollo is last by quite a few years. The older brothers are extremely protective of their youngest sibling and they visit his apartment often.

((I love him))
Name: Callie James
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Auburn hair that's on a browner side, but still could pass as ginger, with a round little face and bright brown eyes that are almost the same color as his hair. An average height, around 5'10", with some muscle on his bones, but not much. Tanned skin with orange freckles dotting his legs and face, although he isn't dark. He has - or rather, had - polio in his arms and parts of his back, so the doctors just said 'screw it' and amputated his arms, removed part of his back, and made him a cyborg, sort of. The arms are metal, but can still feel most things, and placed chips of metal in his back.
Usual Outfit: Khaki or aviator pants, usually, a normal solid color t-shirt, and his mother's aviator's jacket that they both loved so much. It's a light brown leather jacket with white faux sheep fur on the inside and collar, with patches from different places sewn on - one the Australian flag, one an air force corps symbol, etc.
Personality (Or Develop): He's a long way from pure and wholesome, but he's not a troublemaker either. He tries to get along with life, but it's sort of hard for him because of his…cyborg-ness, and the fact that he's deaf. Will develop from there. Just means well.
Other: He loves both his mother and his father, and is an only child. He was deaf from birth, so he never learned how to speak, although he can make sounds, like humming or laughing. Is silent most of the time, and doesn't use his voice much at all. But he can. Other than that, he's a gay, Australian, deaf, cyborg cutie.

((Yep! I suck at starting but here we gooo))
Callie stepped out of the small cafe after finishing his donut, walking out onto the slightly cold street and pulling his jacket tighter around him. He looked up, placing his steps carefully as his mother had taught him so as not to hit anybody, and staying closer to the shops than the road.

Apollo walked through his brand-new city life, his blue eyes wide as he stared up at the looking skyscrapers above. He forgot of the bags weighing down his arms and shoulders as he trotted happily along, his lips pulled up in a bright big smile. His worn sneakers shuffled and almost made him trip repeatedly. Only was it until he crossed a street and onto a sidewalk, did his foot catch on a broken piece of pavement and he fell forward, his bags flopping down in front of the many passing patrons. He hastily stood up, hiding his scraped hands, though the knees of his already pretty dark jeans seemed to thicken as he picked up his bags.

Callie threw away his napkin in a trash bin on the sidewalk, continuing to walk. His arms and back were hid by his shirt and jacket, and he kept his hands low. Of course, if someone looked at them, there was no covering up the fact that his hands were metal, but he didn't think anyone would. Nor would they notice the fact he was deaf until someone tried to talk with him, but…he didn't exactly feel at home in the city.
Callie stopped as the stranger fell in front of him, looking down in surprise. Of course, he hadn't heard anything, so he wasn't sure if the boy was okay or not. Had someone tripped him? Had he tripped himself? Was he pushed, or had he just stumbled and fallen? He paused for a couple moments, then crouched down to help him up.

Apollo stumbled back away from the person trying to help him, his pale face now flushed a bright red as he hid his hands within his coat, trying his best to hide his darkening pants with his bags.
“Th-thanks for trying to help, but I’m okay,” He mumbled, unaware of the person trying to help was deaf. He wiped his hands which were quickly dripping with small droplets of blood onto his dark band shirt, trying not to make the drops of pitch black blood on the ground obvious by stepping on them.

((Lmao okay I'm thinking Brisbane))

(Oh alright? disappears to do research)

Callie tilted his head, aware that the boy was saying something, but not sure what - and he wasn't about to attempt sign language with his hands in the middle of the crowded street. Instead, he noticed the dark spots on his jeans and gestured to them. All blood appeared dark on black jeans like that, but on the white pavement it would surely be noticeable - not that he could see it now, though.

“O-oh, um, that’s nothing, I’m just some edgy kid you know?” Apollo rambled nervously down at his feet, his hair covering much of his face, his cheeks burning (wait when these people blush, would it be red or black?????). His hands tightened and he tried to apply pressure to his hands to make them stop dripping. It wasn’t really his fault his blood was dark black.

((Oh shoot you're right…idk whatever you want))
Callie tilted his head at him, seeing that he was stumbling over his words but unaware of what words he was stumbling over exactly. He could see, though, how his hands tightened on the bags - almost as if he was having trouble carrying them. Without thinking, he held out his hand to take one, before realizing what he'd done. He considered retracting it for a split second, before clearing his throat and keeping it there anyway. He didn't think a person this nervous would mind too much if he had a metal arm or two.

(so many questions ugufksne also when a female has her period is the blood the color of her… blood? Idk what’s going on I’m overthinking this lmao)

Apollo’s head snapped up and he kept a grip on the bag, trying to keep eye contact with the person across from him. The bag got taken from his hands anyway, showing smudges of his black blood on the pale brown straps.
“U-um, I could carry that, please—“ He stepped forward for his bag, limping a little because of his knees— “Can I have that back?”

((You're fine, they're interesting questions lol.))
Callie looked down at the bag, knowing he wanted it back now from his actions. He reached back to hand the bag to him, before pausing.
There was a pause, and the bag nearly dropped to the cement just as it slid back into his hand. He had noticed the blood. It - it was black. He dropped his jaw and let out a small little gasp. It - it couldn't be black. There…there was no way.