Name: Connor (but any sort of nickname that starts with C works, I've been called chicken nugget before)
Gender: Nonbinary
Age: 14
Sexuality: What do you call a nb into girls?
Looks: Weird brownish half curly hair that's almost shoulder length, black plastic-y glasses, pale, lots of freckles, lots of scars because I'm clumsy, eternal dark circles, looks way older than I actually am
Usually Wears: Key necklace, lots of bracelets, usually in black Green Day or Overwatch t-shirts, ripped blue jeans, black skate shoes, usually an oversized hoodie of some sort
Personality: Sarcastic, passive-aggressively an introvert, absolute nerd (especially with Transformers send help), has the weirdest sense of humor, anxious, always some kind of sleep deprived, broken volume setting lol
(When are we gonna start this? XD I'm borrrrred.)
Sexuality: What do you call a nb into girls?
//I HAVE WONDERED THIS SO OFTEN LIKE Y’ALL HAVE NAMES FOR THINGS LIKE VIX-GENDER BUT NOT THIS??
(I follow uncommongenders on tumblr lmao)
(I can start)
(Please! makes begging face)
(Okay what is the setting? Like where are we?)
(Library sounds good to me)
(That's fine with me too!)
I sat down at a table in the library, opening the first book in the Kane Chronicles. I was still kind of afraid to read it in public…………'cause I'd either die laughing or bawl my eyes out. And I was right. The second my eyes fell on the page, I started shaking with silent laughter.
(So we're writing in the 1st person?
(Yeah, I guess. If you don't want to I can change it.)
(No, it's all good. I just didn't want to be the only person writing in 3rd or anything)
I walked into the library and scoured the shelves for All Quiet on the Western Front. I had intended to read it again for a while, but hadn't been able to get my hands on a copy.
Ah, Nancy Drew. My childhood. I stood in front of the aisle in the library, debating on which one to choose. These books were all good. Outdated, but fun.
(naw I write in 3rd so yeah that's a thing) Connor sat in the back of the library, large volumes of comic books stacked on top of one or two actual novels. They had a volume of Transformers in their hand and was reading it for the millionth time while trying to draw one of the characters
I put the book down for a second, trying not to scream. Man, I hate plot twists. Reading them, that is. Writing them however……………….I took a notebook out of my bag to write something down before I forgot it, humming Piece By Piece by Kelly Clarkson under my breath.
(I usually write in third, too, I’m pretty bad at first.)
Sage sat in the corner of the room in a chair by a small table, sneakers kicked up onto it. Her fingers tapped on her thigh as she blared music through her headphones, skimming through The Book Thief, a favorite book of hers.
(yeah I can't do first person, it throws stuff way out of wack for me lol)
(Same, but I'll try first just this once so the character stays more like me and doesn't decide to take a life of her own.)
I muttered angrily when I yet again couldn't find the book I was searching for, and I settled for another classic I hadn't read yet.
(lol yeah that's why I'm doing it in first person too)
After redrawing the chest of the character for the fifth time, they angrily erased it and faceplanted into the comic book with a sigh. "I swear I can't draw anything right," they muttered, sitting back in the chair and fiddling with the volume on their headphones
Sage dropped the book onto her chest, switching her phone on to fiddle with a playlist, full mostly of Hispanic songs or the occasional Eminem song. Finding a song she liked, she turned the volume up. Then, she grew self conscious that everyone around her could hear it coming from her ear buds, so she turned it back down slightly.
(should someone be sitting by another character so we can get some dialogue or nah?)
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