And they are the three following
1- What if the only reason we can't walk through mirrors is because our reflections are blocking us? What if they're protecting us because they know the other side is horrifying and painful and they're trying to keep us from crossing over?
2- At birth, everyone has the date they will die written on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday.
3- I can't think of anything worse after a night of drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met, or why they're dead.
Hi! I really like the first idea!
Yesss so do I, I was waiting for someone to take that one up.
What if, one day the reflection isn't around and the real person manages to get into the mirror realm
(Hi! I was wondering if we could do a 1/1 for 2nd idea? Maybe romance?)
Could we do the second one?
(Yes! That’s what I was thinking)
Alrightttt I'll make a new thread
(Sorry! I was a bit busy today! Yes, that sounds good!)
Cool cool cool
Do you want to be reflection?
So, temp, or are we going straight in?
(I'm going to put this one on hold for now. I really want to do it but I've got too many rps right now)
(Whoop never mind I like it too much, I'm an idiot for doing this but whatevs)
Ivy stared at her mirror, her mask of makeup shining bright and pristine. "You're beautiful," she whispered desperately. "You're beautiful because they say you are, and they like you. They love you. You're beautiful."
Her face crumpled, tears begging to be let out— but she never let them.
Her reflection stared right back at her, eyes shining with tears. She herself was linked to every movement Ivy made. She had to be. Her own side was miserable, an unbelievable experience that the 'reflection' would wish upon nobody. Ivy had no clue how good she had life in comparison. Experiences weren't always good, but the constant feeling of worry and fear was hard to be outmatched. Seeing the girl beyond her world continued to inspire her to be brave. To protect the other side. It was all she could do.
(I'd apologize but I warned the forums I was going to be slow on rps. I do feel bad though)
Ivy stared at herself, disgust unfurling in her chest like a poisonous fog.
Her face split into a huge, perfectly fake grin. "You disgust me," Ivy told herself, still smiling.
(It's okay! Don't worry about it, I've not been as active either)
The reflection grinned back, hurt in her soul. Mouthing the same phrase as her counterpart nearly caused a tear to fall. Ivy didn't know the other side was listening, much less that there was one. Even so, Ivy's hateful distaste for how she looked was something the reflection never cared for. It was hard for both of them. The girl before her was quite the beautiful girl, even with her cheeks red and eyes blurry from tears. How she longed to reach out and speak to Ivy. That would never happen though.
:)
Ivy gave herself a small confirmative nod and, shrugging on her jean jacket, walked out of her room.
She padded down the stairs, head down, reflexively reaching for her backpack always slung at the bottom of the bannister.
"I'll be home late, Dad," she called, out the door before her dad could even respond with a "How about breakfast?".
As soon as Ivy left the room, her copy let herself fall to her knees. The tears from before came flowing out. She was tired. Tired of her reality. Tired of holding in everything. She was only an image to the other side. No other purpose. Nothing…
(Should we skip to the next mirror scene?)
