forum Weather the Storm // Private Roleplay with Circe

Started December 10, 2019 by Deleted user

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Do you want templates, or are you willing to just jump straight in?

uhhhhhhhhh I don't have a whole lot of female characters

Template, gotcha

shankuuuuu

Name:

Age(21-23):

Gender:

Sexuality:

Appearance:

Usual Outfit:

Personality:

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Name: J.J. Holmes

Age (21-23): 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: He has medium length light brown hair that he used to slick back every morning with gel, but it would often begin to come undone by the end of the day and falls over his face. His skin was naturally tan, even during the winter, but was now almost leathery with how much time he spent in the sun. His jawline was almost always dusted with a thin covering of hair, despite the fact he shaves every morning, but was a full-grown beard when they finally found him. He is around 6'0", but most likely on the shorter side. His body grew lean and hard on the island, covered with strong muscle and hardly any fat.

Usual Outfit: He typically wears a white tank top under an aviator jacket, with a pair of frayed and faded jeans and simple sneakers. (Imagine the typical 60's bad boy look)

Personality: He is a reserved, intelligent young man that has a tenancy to take things much more seriously than he should. Every move he makes is a carefully calculated decision. He's more of a follower than a natural leader.

Likes: Carefully made plans, sweet tea, and a good sport game.

Dislikes: Unnecessarily reckless actions, losing the time of day

Fears: Stormy weather

Other: Maybe a bit of PTSD after the couple of hurricanes he had to deal with. Also incredibly hesitant to speak after 5 years without saying a word. He didn't have a Wilson to talk to.

kk, I'll try to come up with my girl in a decent timeframe

Take ya time, I gotta do dishes anyways

Name: Avery Fox
Age(21-23): 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: This. Always has the majority of her dark brown hair dyed a color, and it's currently blue. Light skin that never seems to tan and bright blue eyes usually framed with mascara-painted lashes and minimal eyeshadow. Irises sometimes change color depending on the light, typically ranging from sea green to a deep purple. Button nose, slim and minorly muscular frame with subtle curves, semi-short at 5'3.
Usual Outfit: Shamelessly using another picture because lazy. Usually wears shorts with net leggings underneath, some sort of cropped tank top with a design on it, and then her ever-present plaid jacket. Shoes range from thigh-high heeled boots to simple ankle-boots to converse. Loves her rings, necklaces, and bracelets, almost always silver. Wintertime clothing is a bit different.
Personality: Incredibly sweet and energetic girl that loves to explore and live her life to the fullest. Only when you royally piss her off will you hear her speak an ill word towards someone, and by then it's too late, as she holds grudges like nobody's business. Takes care of those she cares about and doesn't like seeing them hurt.
Likes: Flowers, jewelry, birds, adventure, freedom
Dislikes: Being stifled/coddled, wasting time, heights, blankets
Fears: Losing what she loves, spiders
Other: Has minor dyslexia, so has trouble reading quickly. Has contacts/glasses from her parents to "correct" her dyslexia, though it does absolutely nothing. Sometimes wears them, sometimes doesn't. Has taken up self-defense classes for the hell of it and is pretty good at it.

Sounds good! I'll post the starter

J.J. Holmes followed the man in the blue officer's uniform, running a hand through his thick beard. He'd been found about a week ago, floating around on a hand-made raft in the middle of the Pacific. Was he out there for 3 or 4 days? When you were as dehydrated as he was, time was a tricky thing to keep up with. All he knew was that he was near death when the massive ship fished him out of the waters and hurried him to the shore.

"What's your name?" the crew member asked him as soon as he woke up from a 36 hour nap.

J.J. opened his mouth to speak, but only a dull rasp came out. It didn't even sound like his voice after a long gulp of water. "J.J. Holmes. I was in that plane crash."

"Plane crash?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow. That's when J.J. knew just how long he'd been on that island.

When he'd gotten ashore, they bustled him into a military base and put him next to a phone.

"Got any family, kid?"

He shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"They died." J.J.'s tone was numb.

"What about friends?"

J.J. thought hard, then shook his head.

The man in the officer's uniform looked desperate. "Anyone?"

J.J.'s finger hovered over the button, then slowly dialed in the only number he ever memorized and put the receiver up to his ear. Please pick up…..

Avery bustled around her new apartment, boxes stacked everywhere and stuff chaotically setting in general, temporary spots while she figured out where everything was going to go. She was finally free of her parents, free to live on her own and do what she wanted—for the most part. They were still breathing down her neck and following her every move, demanding she give them a call every week to update them on her life. It was beyond infuriating, but she's dealt with this for her whole life, she could keep dealing with it.

The apartment wasn't huge, but it wasn't small, either. A carpeted living room with plenty of natural light and a wraparound couch facing a mounted TV, a small opening leading to the kitchen with grey hardwood flooring, a full bathroom, two bedrooms, and a small reading room with more window than wall. The entire place was filled with natural light, something Avery loved, and there was no dark or gloom to the place—save for the moving boxes all over the place.

Avery was setting up the birdcage next to the sliding glass door in the kitchen—which led to the balcony—when she heard her cell phone ringing in the other room. She quickly hooked the cage up on the white metal frame, then darted into the living room and grabbed her cell phone. "Hello?" she answered, slightly out of breath from all of her running around. When has she taken the time to actually sit down?

J.J. hesitated when she spoke, the words caught to his tongue like a fly on a flytrap. Her voice terrified him, but was refreshing to hear at the same time. It was something familiar from his past. But it also brought back a flood of complex emotions that he really didn't feel like dealing with at the moment. Christ, what if she doesn't believe this? What am I gonna do?

"Um….hey. It's J.J." His voice had recovered a bit in the past minute, but he doubted she'd recognize it. "J.J. Holmes. I…need some help."

It took her a moment to place the name with the voice, but then Avery's eyes widened and she pressed her hand to her throat, mouth agape. It's been years since she last heard from J.J. She didn't know what to think. But he needs help. She put her confusion to the side and finally found her voice? "J.J? What's going on? Where are you?" She spun around to look at the clock, then went to the front door and grabbed her thigh-high boots, tucking her phone between her cheek and shoulder. "Answer the second one, actually. You don't sound up to talking."

"I'm…uh…home, actually." By 'home,' he meant downtown New York, where he lived up until the crash. Everything around him was just…a lot. He needed to focus on talking to Avery, though. She was what mattered at the moment, because she could be the only person willing to help him.

"Remember Kevin's Pizza Joint?" J.J. asked, scratching his jawline idly as he looked up at the old sign that had hug over the place since its creation. His beard hair, once greasy and gross, was actually soft and pleasant to the touch after his first shower in half a decade. "Think you could meet me there?"

"Yeah, yeah I can," she said, grabbing her keys after nearly falling over to put her shoes on. She had seen the news regarding the crash, about J.J. She was beyond worried, and he seemed a bit off, but that was to be expected. "I'm heading out now," she said as she opened her door and locked it behind her. After a brief der moment, she backtracked, unlocked the door, and poked in to grab her purse, relocking the door. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Um…..a place to stay for a bit? Jus' until I can get my fuckin' head back on straight." J.J. winced as he spoke the words. It felt like he was taking advantage of her kind nature, but he had literally zero other options. It was either her place or homelessness. Which….wouldn't have been too different than what he had lived like on the island. But if he had a chance to go back to normal, he was going to take it.

"Yeah, of course!" she exclaimed, the possibility of him taking advantage of her kindness not even crossing her mind. She had cared deeply about J.J. long ago, and even after the lack of communication, she still cared for him. Maybe it had dwindled some over time, but it was still there. He needed help, he was asking her, and she was going to help him. No questions asked.

For now.

"I'll see you there, I guess," he mumbled, then hung up the phone and handed it back to the officer.

"Good luck, man," the officer said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before walking off.

"Shit," J.J. hissed, the searing pain in his shoulder shooting all the way up his neck. Maybe the wounds weren't healed fully, but he refused to let any of the doctors touch him. It was the first time he'd seen another human in years and it scared the everliving shit out of him.

With a small sigh, he pushed open the door of the pizza shop and slid into the first available booth, running a hand through his hair to try and make it look somewhat presentable. What was one only long enough to slick back was now almost down to his shoulders, so it was almost impossible to manage.

Avery took the bus, deeming it faster than walking. She chose to stand instead of sit, just slightly afraid of what's happened on those seats. She screwed her nose up as she was elbowed in the ribs and shoved left and right, but she held her ground despite usually being easy to knock over. Her racing mind was on J.J. and that crash. She couldn't even imagine what he had gone through, the terror and loneliness of being the only survivor. What has he done these past years? How had he survived? Why was I the one he called?

That last one perhaps puzzled her the most. Sure, they had dated in high school, but she had broken up with him due to her family issues. She thought he resented her, or was at least upset enough to cut contact. When he disappeared without a word tossed her way, she had thought as much. Maybe she had jumped to a conclusion too early?

J.J. played with a strand of hair as he thought aimlessly. The wheat he had planted must've grown fully by now, since they were so damn close to it when he left. Damn shame he never got to actually make bread. Would the deer on the South End eat them? No, there was plenty of grass and leaves over there on that side. They'd stay over there, happily grazing despite the fact he'd killed one of their fawns about a month ago.

"Excuse me, sir?" J.J. looked up, shaken from his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder.

The waiter had a forced smile on his face and his hands behind his back, looking somewhat tense. "We must ask you to leave if you aren't going to order an item."

"I'm….waitin' for someone…." his voice was cracked and hoarse. Again, nowhere close to how he used to speak.

"Sir, please," the waiter insisted, his smile faltering. It was clear by his expression that he really didn't want to be doing this. Or maybe that look was just fear. J.J. couldn't tell anymore.

J.J. put his hands on the table and pushed himself to his feet, an odd feeling in his chest as he walked slowly to the exit. They think I'm a homeless man.

I am a homeless man.

He stood a few feet away from the entrance to the pizza place, hands in his pocket and his head hanging. This city was just….too much for him. There wasn't a quiet spot anywhere. The water that laps at its shores were cold and polluted, nothing like the river and waterfall he was used to. The smell of gasoline and sewage was almost enough to make him hurl after spending 5 years experiencing the salty smell that the ocean produced. He felt…out of his element. Like a fish in the desert.

((OH MY FUCKING GOD I HATE MY SCHOOL NETWORK SO MUCH THAT WAS SOME FUCKING GOOD WRITING HOW DARE YOU ERASE IT ALL))

Avery hopped off the bus as soon as it came to a stop, pushing past people in a rude manner uncharacteristic of her. She was in a rush, she didn't have time for slowpokes. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she semi-jogged towards the pizza place, weaving between pedestrians and carefully avoiding puddles. Her bracelets clanked against one another; her rings tapped nervously.

What would she find, once she got there? Would she find the boy she had managed to coax out of his shell a little bit, at least for her? Would she be face-to-face with a stranger looking for a home? The moment her eyes laid on the sign for the building, her worries melted away to nothing, lost in the sea of light within her mind. Avery picked up her pace, fingers grasping at her plaid overcoat and drawing close to her body to keep the cloth from billowing out.

She was about to walk in when she spotted a familiar face among the strange. She slowed to a hesitant walk, keeping her arms around her belly as she ducked her head and tilted it to the side. "J.J?" she breathed, coming closer but staying a respectable distance away as she came to a stop.