forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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No more cruz and august(it's breaking me, pls don't)

Lolmfa im going to bed soon anyways )

"Just shut up! Get angry, or, or something other than constant happiness!" Cruz begged bitterly, his knuckles white and his brows furrowed.

August wiped his nose. Cruz couldn't see the tears threatening his eyes. And in response, he stayed dismally silent.

"Say something…" Cruz became hushed.

August pressed his cold hands against the warmth of his own neck, stammering almost in a whisper. "I'm just… trying not to give in," he admitted.

"Lets go guys. Where Do you wanna go?" She asked. "The apartment?"

Sounds like something id say lmao )

Cruz was the quiet one now. God, he felt like such an arse, listening to his optimistic friend crash into himself, and cry so smally, so small, so small and weak. The both of them were. It was, really, a miracle they'd gotten this far through their slough of misery. For Cruz, pain largely self-inflicted, in more ways than just mentally.

(Anyone want to be the doctor?)

Blake had finally spotted one coming out of the restroom. He quickly chased after the woman, flagging her down. He fluffed up his feathers and puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look intimidating. "Miss? I need to know the discharge date for my friend Ace."

Mackenzie heard the noise coming from the kitchen. She walked in quietly. She frowned as she was hit with a wave of sadness, guilt, and anger. "…………………………………………………………………." She didn't know what to say.

August covered his face with his hands, hunched with shame and the anxiety that came with putting himself in a vuonerable place like this. And it hurt him even more that Cruz was too lost to help.

Oi, im off to bed!)

Mackenzie put her hand on Cruz's leg. "Ummmmmm…………….hewo? Why awe you yewwing? I can't sweep wif it."

(I'll be doctor)
Ms. Lafontaine smiled. She was a young doctor, with bright blue eyes and pink hair and brown skin. "I believe he's getting discharged in two months."

Blake heaved out a sigh, letting his wings droop over his shoulders again. "He's not gonna be happy about that." He mumbled, shaking his head. "Thanks." He dipped his head at the doctor.

"Any time!" she smiled, "My name's Dove, by the way! Hit me up with more questions if you need!"

(Oliver indistinctly yelling in the distance)

"Thanks, Dove! I'll uh… be in Ace's hospital room if you ever wanna visit." He shrugged awkwardly.

Frankie waited patiently. She could already tell that Ace wasn't getting out of here anytime soon. I mean what can you expect when your stomach keeps randomly bleeding? "How ya doin' Ace? I don't think we've been formally introduced. I'm Francesca Martin. Nice to meet you."

Dove nodded and started heading back. "I have a question. Ace's mental condition…it worried me. Has he said anything about….abuse?"

"Hello, Blake's other half." Ace yawned, "My name's Ace."

Frankie did a mock bow and laughed. "My pleasure." Then continued sitting in awkward silence, hoping someone would be able to make small talk.

Blake froze at the question. Do I tell her? Is that my story to tell? Ace obviously didn't want me to know. Or know as much as I found out… He looked at Dove, indecision flashing in his eyes. But this is his health in jeopardy. "I uh…" Blake stammered, trying to think of a way to word this without betraying Ace's unwitting confidence in him.

"Go on?" Dove waited for Blake to keep talking.

"So…What's your favorite ike cream flavor?" Ace asked, leaning back down.

"Yes? He was… he was drugged out. I can't give you finite details. It's something that's sensitive to him. My brother." Blake cringed at his choppy wording, but was pleased with himself for protecting Ace.