forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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Aster sighed. "That's really not a good way to behave. Now come on." He said, starting to walk into the nothingness of the illusion. He could see both his illusion and reality, and knew where to walk so he wouldn't hit things.

Charlotte shook her head, sitting down right where she was. "I'm not going anywhere, thanks."

"Why?" Aster demanded, crossing his arms.

"Because," said Charlotte, standing up, "I don't trust you. And I'd like to leave."

"Where the fuck do you think you'll go, Lottie?" Aster asked. "Where? Because you can't get home." He shook his head. "As for trust…I didn't trust Quinn when i first started. I thought he would throw me in prison like my grandfather." He sighed.

Charlotte clenched her fists, boiling with rage. "Fine!" She yelled. "Fine," she repeated in a shaky whisper. She had so much pent-up energy, and she needed to throw something. If she could see a damn thing, then she would have thrown a tree over the wall. But she couldn't. And so, she stood there, powerless, eyes brimming with tears, and stared Aster down.

Aster released the illusion. "Alright." He said gently. "Come on, then." He started to walk, then glanced back at her to see if she was following.

Charlotte pulled the hood on her dress up onto her head to cover her face. She followed with arms crossed, looking down. She was truly hyperventilating now, but who needed to breathe properly when you had - Charlotte tripped over a tree root she hadn't seen and fell on her wrist, hard. With a quiet hiss of pain, she stood up, holding her hand. God, I hope I haven't broken it.

He turned, and frowned slightly. "You okay?" He asked softly, looking at her.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?" She asked boredly, voice tinged with annoyance.

"I don't know, does it?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"No. It doesn't," she answered annoyedly. "Please don't ever ask if I'm 'okay' in any situation ever."

"Fine." He said, and started walking again. "If you must be like that." His voice and tone were even.

"Yes, I must. Somehow, I can't seem to change my personality," she answered, voice high with false brightness.

"Yeah well, your personality wasn't like this an hour or so ago." He retorted as he walked. "So. Are you schizophrenic? Insane? Bi polar?" He asked. "Have you got a mental issue, or are you just prone to mood swings?"

"I wasn't angry an hour ago," Charlotte snapped. "It isn't a mood swing, it - that's none of your business."

"Yeah, and why are you goddamn angry?" He replied, crossing his arms. "Is this because i pulled a fucking prank on you?"

"I don't like being lied to," she seethed, voice dangerously low. "Maybe if you stop swearing at me, I'll tell you."

"I was joking." He said in an exasperated tone.

"As you may be able to tell, I don't like jokes, either," she rolled her eyes.

He snorted. "Everyone likes jokes. Including Quinn. Except, i guess, for you. Then again, you are from somewhere else…do they not have jokes where you're from?"

"Yes, they have jokes. But in England, the jokes are funny and don't involve disappearing castles!" She cried emphatically.

He sighed. "It's all a matter of perspective. Come on." He started walking again.

"Will you stop saying that? I'm perfectly capable of walking without your instruction. Most of the time," she muttered, still holding her now throbbing wrist.

"Stop saying come on? Then what am i supposed to say? Move thy limbs in mine direction?" He cocked an eyebrow at her.