forum Cliché Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Kenzie opened her door to a familiar face. "Jordan, hey," she greeted him with a surprised smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm so sorry for springing this on you, but I seriously need a place to stay. My roommate just died of overdose and I can't pay the rent myself, could I stay here. It would only be for a few weeks tops! I would ask someone else, but you're the only other person I know who lives in this part of the city." he told her desperately.

"Uhm. Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I guess so," Kenzie stuttered in shock, her eyes wide at how direct he was. "I have an extra room that I don't really use, so I guess that would be okay. Do you, um, want me to show you the room? Or, uh, do- do you need to go get stuff?"

"Thank you so so much! You're an absolute life saver Kenz!" He pulled her in for a hug. "Yeah I'll go grab my stuff really quickly."with that he ran to his car, got his things and came back up with just a few trips back and forth to grab everything.

Jordan stood in the doorway of Kenzie's apartment with his bags. While he had gone to get his things, Kenzie had cleaned up the living room and guest room a bit, trying to make everything look at least somewhat presentable.

"Sorry about the mess," she apologized, grabbing a lone sock off the floor. "I wasn't really expecting anyone, and yesterday was laundry day, so I'm still finding socks lying around." She shot him a quick smile. "Anyway, I'll show you to your room, now, if you want."

(Katyanna, is it okay if I add a little plot twist and have Hunter and Jordan be on bad terms?)

(Ooh, that would be interesting!)

@»Callie« Sure!

Hunter couldn't concentrate on drawing anymore. He tried sleeping for doing anything that occupied his mind, but he kept drifting off to that one topic that kept popping up ever since that conversation with Al. It brought up unwanted memories, memories that he wanted to forget. Memories of her.
He tried drawing again; he tried Kenz, Al, Luna, but every time he got lost in what he was creating, he'd stop and realize the face he just drew wasn't any of them. It was her. Every time. So he gave up entirely and flopped on his bed, his arm over his eyes.
He checked his phone and saw three notifications from his best friend, but he paid it no attention. Leo couldn't help him; Hunter had never had the courage to tell Leo what he had caused. There was one person who knew, but he hated Hunter's guts.
His eyes fell on a number and he began to ponder. He could call her; she knew a little bit of it. Sure, she didn't know what happened, but she knew some of it. Maybe he could talk to her. Maybe he'd feel better if he did.
So he tapped on 'Kenz' and pressed his phone to his ear. And the minute she picked up, his throat closed up.
Hunter found himself unable to talk.

Kenzie pulled her vibrating phone out of her pocket. The caller I.D. read Hunter. She answered, "Hello?"

Silence. No answer came from the other end of the line.

"Hello?" she tried again.

"Who's calling?" Jordan asked as he stood in the kitchen cooking them (dinner or lunch, whats the time rn?)

Hunter bit his lip, hearing the familiar greeting, but found himself unable to speak. Finally, forcing himself to utter even a sound, Hunter feigned confusion.
"Oh, sorry, Kenz," he said, his voice trembling. "That was… that was an accident. I hope I wasn't disturbing you."

Kenzie held up an index finger to Jordan, signaling to him that it would be just a moment.

"No, not at all. I was just helping my new roommate get settled in," she assured Hunter. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just peachy," Hunter managed to get his voice under control, but he had to get off the phone if he wanted to remain intact. "Just… tired. Hey, I'll call you later okay? You… you help your roommate settle in."

Rob sat in his dark office. His back was to the window, so he wouldn't get distracted. Two folders lay in front of him. In one, there were pictures of a girl. In the other, were old newspaper articles of a boy. He opened the folder with the articles. He read the opening paragraph to one with a picture of a shady figure on it.
Young girls find strange figure stalking them, home invasion and three murders, unknown figure is still on the loose, appears to be a child.
Rob leaned back in his chair and thought. Not about the figure, about the two girls. He knew their names. Very well. Luna was one. Her last name was somewhere in the back of his head. J- something…
The other girl though. Alyssa Mason. A favourite character of his. He opened the other folder. Inside were dozens of pictures of Alyssa Mason. Rob picked one up. He stroked the picture as if it were living.
"You're next, my love," he said with a smirk.

"Oh. Ok. Yeah, I'll talk to you later, then. Um, bye," she said, hanging up. She turned back to Jordan, who was looking at her expectantly. "Sorry. That was Hunter. He just called out-of-the-blue."