forum Cliché Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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"It's okay." he paused, hoping that the Hunter she talked about wasn't the same one he knew. "Hunter? Hunter who?"

(Holy… STAY AWAY FROM AL YOU FREAK)

Hunter threw his phone, not caring at all as it fell off the bed. It wouldn't crack; his floor was carpeted.
"I'm such an idiot," he cursed himself. "Why did I have to go and call her? God…" he rolled over, curling up into a ball and squeezing his eyes shut. He felt hungry, but he didn't want to eat. So he just lay there, his breathing heavy, his eyes closed, until sleep took over and darkness finally engulfed him.

"Hunter McArthur. We were friends in school," Kenzie replied. She looked thoughtful for a second, then asked, "You knew him, too, right?"

Rob grabbed his trench coat from the small hanger in his office. On his way out of the building, he unlocked a drawer and picked up a small, shiny object. He then stuffed it in his pocket. He walked across the rainy street to Hot Beans. "My usual, please," he said as he approached the counter. The woman stared at him blankly.
"I'm sorry, I-"
Rob tapped his foot, clearly annoyed. "Double espresso with a shot of caramel, and a chocolate muffin- small."
The woman nodded, slightly offended.

Jordan paused. He knew that name. All too fucking well. He wished with every cell of his being that he didn't. He took a pause to calm himself down.
"Yeah, I knew him. A long time ago, we were even best friends."He scowled at the memory, making sure that Kenzie didn't see his emotions, she didn't deserve to get mixed into this mess.

"Oh, cool! Hey, maybe we should all get together, sometime. Talk about the good-ol'-days, ya know?" she joked with a smile. "Anyway, would you like a tour of the apartment? I'm afraid it's not very large, but it's big enough."

"I'd love a tour!" he said brightly, letting a half felt smile take over his face. Ignoring the first suggestion.

(I'm lost as to how I should continue this blinks)

(Maybe you should just give in to the need to talk to someone, but you feel like having a conversation face to face, so you go to Kenzie's house, but find Jordan there, then.. Dun Dun DUn!

Kenzie showed Jordan around her apartment, naming each room as she pointed them out: "This is the kitchen. Here's the living room, my bedroom, the main bathroom (you'll use this one; I have my own), and, finally, your room!"

They stopped in front of the door to the bedroom. Kenzie opened the door, revealing a room with pale green walls, a queen-sized bed with plain white sheets, and white dressers. "It's pretty plain, but I wanted it to be gender-neutral, so I went with green and white," she said, turning to Jordan. "What do you think?"

(btw, if you guys continue, just do whatever you want to my character :) (no deaths tho ))

Definitely no deaths! We like Jordan. We don't want him dead.

(btw, if you guys continue, just do whatever you want to my character :) (no deaths tho ))

Definitely no deaths! We like Jordan. We don't want him dead.

Agreed! 😁

Hunter checked his phone again and realized it was only 7 in the evening. Still anxious and ready to blow up, Hunter decided he needed fresh air. He didn't bring his hoodie along with him; the cold helped calm him down. He locked the door behind himself and started walking wherever his feet took him.
He thought he'd finally moved on. Things had been normal; he had been normal. Nightmares had finally stopped haunting him and he had finally started caring for himself. Life didn't like his peace, it seems. After that call with Kenzie, Hunter had been a mess. He tried doing whatever he could to calm down, but he had accidentally knocked down his shelf and was welcomed by the drawings of her. The ones he'd drawn, without her knowledge. It broke him. Hunter couldn't stay at his house much longer.
When he snapped out of his daze, he was in an eerily familiar neighborhood. When he looked to his side, he finally realized why. He finally realized where his legs took him.
Kenzie's place.

Jordan set his bags down in the room then turned to Kenzie and smiled. "It's great, thanks."

"Glad to hear you like it! I'll leave you to get settled in, now," said Kenzie as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

She walked through the living room and opened the patio doors, then stepped out into the crisp air. A figure was making its way towards her apartment building, and it looked oddly familiar. Hunter? thought Kenzie. Why would he be over here?

After talking with her cousin and playing a couple rounds of chess, Alyssa left to go down to Hot Beans. She felt she needed to. She didn't know why… she just felt it. When she entered the cozy shop, she was startled by the figure in front of her. A blond, blue-eyed guy, tensed at the sight of her. Then a smile crept up his face.
"Alyssa?" He said, walking toward her. Alyssa gasped and flung her arms around the man.
"Oh, Rob! I missed you!" They embraced for a whole minute, Alyssa filled with happiness, and Rob filled with excitement… for something. It had been three years since the Robin Hood production at the Thespians Theatre. Rob had been Robin Hood, which suited his name, and Alyssa, Marion. For the next couple months after the production the two had dated, until deciding with there schedules, it wouldn't work out.
Rob pulled away and smiled at her.
"Would like some coffee- on me of course," he said. Alyssa expected, not knowing this was only the start of something big… and possibly terrible.

Hunter caught Kenzie on her patio, looking at him in confusion. He understood that confusion. He would be, too, if he had been in her place.
"Kenz," he called uncertainly, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice but failing as his voice cracked. "I need to talk to you. Please."