forum Creativity is a crime rp, anyone?

Started March 16, 2018 by @SabMatt

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"I'm fine, Phoebe!" Miles snapped, glaring.

Phoebe sighed, giving him space. Her one hand lay subconsciously in front of her stomach, almost protectively.

Kimber looked at Miles. "Miles calm down! She just wants to help."

"Listen, Carmica put me on probation, I'm fine"

Marco took one step closer to Miles as a warning. "Can we all calm down?"

Kimberly sighed. "If you were fine, you wouldn't be yelling at people." She said calmly and evenly, rubbing her temples. Bombs. Bombs everywhere. Shut up!!!

"Listen, I'm fine! Why do you have to push and pry at everything I say?!"

"I don't like what's going on. My friend, Petra, was just blown up, and Marie has to go and steal some information from the governments base, and I'm stuck here, not able to save anyone, to help." Miles was in tears now. She couldn't stop, the waterworks were flowing.

"I said.. Can we stop and calm down?!" Marco yelled. "You people are making my head hurt."

"Petra was my partner… She was my friend, and I couldn't save her. She died as soon as the bomb exploded, she was dismantling it."

Kim silently held out her arms for Miles. She knew what it felt like, and knew that sometimes people just needed a shoulder to cry on.

Phoebe reached out a hand to squeeze his shoulder gently. “I’m sorry.”

"Don't be. Just don't be."

Phoebe withdrew her hand, scooting backwards again to give him more space. Both hands were now lying in front of her stomach, ever so slightly stiff.

Kimberly's phone beeped. She took it out again. "Oh goodie." She said sarcastically.

"You should remember to mourn when you are old, otherwise, if you stay in the past, you are lost, distracted." Miles said coldly, "If you distract yourself, you can join the dead. Keep a clear mind."

Phoebe wholy disagreed, but she stayed silent.

"Miles stop it." Kimberly told Miles. "I know that you're going through some pretty hard stuff, but that doesn't mean that you can be insensitive. These kids have been through just as much." She said with fire in her eyes, not caring if Miles yelled at her.

"Listen, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, worry about your own sorry butts."

Miles remained calm. She was quite mature.

Naria Miles. People normally call Naria "Miles".
Age: 17
Gender: Gender fluid. Miles is typically female, but sometimes male.
Sexuality: Bi.
Looks: Periwinkle, shoulder length, wavy hair, normally in a ponytail or man/woman bun. Miles has gold eyes with sapphire blue flecks. They are 6' 2", and weigh 153 pounds. They have a tattoo of a raven on their left arm. Miles loves wearing miniskirts with ripped leggings underneath, fishnet gloves, and tank tops.
Powers: Healing, water manipulation, psychic powers.
Background: Has 14 tallies, loves dancing, music, pottery, designing outfits, ect. Miles is a member of a rebellion called The Artists.
Personality: Cynical, yet bubbly. A cheerful, eternal, pessimist, you might say. Miles is the embodiment of "Precious Cinnamon Roll " and will flirt with anyone, but rarely does so.

(Yeah, this is Miles, for anyone who's new.)

Phoebe looked sideways at Miles. Something has changed, not in appearance, not quite in character. It struck her suddenly. Miles was genderfluid.

"Hey, Phoebe, you ok?" Miles asked.