forum Cliché Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(I seriously hope this RP doesn't die.
Idk what happened to Callie…)

(I’M HERE I WAS JUST VERY CAUGHT UP WITH LIFE AND STUFF)

(YAY! I'm glad you're back! That's totally fine! I've been busy, too.)

Kenzie gave Hunter an odd look. "Are you suggesting that I secretly sneak my cat into my apartment? 'Cause I think I could get kicked out if anyone found out…"

Hunter blinked before chuckling.
“What? No!” He laughed. “I’m merely telling the story of my first pet. I named him Flash, because he was extremely fast. He was the best pet ever.” Hunter then paused. “Well, he was my only pet.”

"Oh, good," Kenzie said, a small smile lifting the corners of her lips. Her smile fell slightly as Hunter finished speaking. "I'm guessing someone found out about him?" she asked quietly.

Hunter grinned as if the memory was a fond one.
“Oh, yes,” he replied. “After a week, Flash started escaping the gardens. He ended up escaping to Father’s regular meetings with his partners in his study. I begged him to let me keep the hamster. I promised him that I’d take care of him and that Flash would never bother him. The ironic thing is that Father didn’t punish me for disobeyning him. He actually let me keep the hamster. I was only six at that time and I thought that maybe my father wasn’t too bad after all.” Hunter’s face twisted in a scowl. “Father might be a monster but he didn’t favor animal cruelty. One night Flash grew terribly sick and died. I was miserable. Mother tried her best to cheer me up but I loved that hamster to death. I was extremely attached. I never went anywhere without it. When it died, it was like a part of me died, too. Later that night I realized my father only let me keep the hamster because he knew it would break me if Flash died. He served it as sort of a lesson. He was a monster like that.” Hunter snapped out of the memory and then shook his head.
“That was supposed to be a nice memory,” he muttered. “I really don’t have pleasant childhood memories I could talk about. Talk about your childhood, Kenz.”

Kenzie fell quiet for a moment before speaking softly.

"My mom and I used to go to the state fair every year, and a lot of my family would come. One year – I think I was seven or eight – one of my cousins and I went on the Tilt-a-Whirl, which was – and still is, if I'm being honest – my favorite ride. Unfortunately, I had just eaten a lot of cheese curds. Add that to spinning fast, you get a very sick child who throws up as soon as she steps off the ride." She chuckled as she remembered. "My mom took me home and let me eat ice cream and soup while watching whatever movies I wanted for the rest of the day…" She trailed off, the fond memory making her miss her mom more than ever.

Hunter walked over to Kenzie and sat down next to her, rubbing a cat that crawled onto his leg.
“Your mother sounds wonderful,” he murmured. “I wish I could have met her.”

"She was," Kenzie said softly, stroking the cat in her lap. "I wish you could have met her, too."

Hunter said nothing, only putting his arm around Kenzie’s shoulder and pulling her towards him.
“I wish I could take away your pain,” he murmured. “Hide you from the world so no one could ever hurt you again…”

Kenzie sighed shakily, leaning closer to Hunter.

"Yeah… Too bad you can't," she whispered.

“We’ve been here for a while now,” Hunter said. “Do you want to go home?”

"Home sounds good," Kenzie agreed with a slight nod. She grimaced, remembering something. "But I still have to visit Jacob and my dad…"

“You have to, yeah,” Hunter agreed. “And I think you should now, no delays.”

Kenzie groaned.

"I don't want to," she grumbled. "Jacob's gonna try to hug me, and I'll just stand there awkwardly. And my dad is going to get mad, which won't be fun."

“Kenzie,” Hunter sighed. “You know Jacob needs his stepdaughter right now. He’s suffering. He just lost his wife. You need to be there for him.”

"I know," Kenzie sighed. "It's just that… it'll be really hard…"

“It will be,” Hunter agreed. “But, that doesn’t mean you can’t try. It’s hard, but it’ll get better once you actually see them.”

Kenzie hummed in response. She really, really didn't want to see anyone, but she knew she had to. So she would, for her mom.

“All right then, I’ll let Lynn know that we’re done here,” Hunter stood up slowly. “You can go back to the reception. I’ll meet you there, okay?”

(Sorry! I was busy all weekend. Ugh.)

"All right," Kenzie sighed, gently pushing the cat off her lap as she stood.

(It’s all good!)

Hunter went out to tell Lynn that they were leaving, and after a quick goodbye, Hunter made his way towards Kenzie. She looked really sad that it broke his heart, but he knew that Kenzie would make it. She was strong, he knew it. He just had to make sure she didn’t falter.
“Come on, let’s go,”

"Okay," Kenzie said softly. She gently took Hunter's hand in her own, just needing to simply be held.

Hunter squeezed her hand lightly, and soon, they were driving off towards her father.