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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Oct 11, 2016 21:48:35 GMT -5
Exactly what the title says. I don't like making posts like this, but I'm really worried. Id rather RP or chat or do anything except focus on it, but I know people are curious, so I will explain as best I can right now.
My mother has bipolar depression. She's had it particularly bad for a little over five years now. Just recently she's starting taking a new treatment (and she says its actually working, thank goodness). It's called electroshock therapy (or something similar), and one of the short term side affects is well memory loss. She can't drive on days that she has the treatement, and she's been really quiet because she's been forgetting how to say some words. She's been talking about how this treatment is working, and we've all been very happy for her.
Recently we haven't had a lot of food in the house, because she hasn't gone shopping for two weeks, but she promised me she would go out today (as she did not have the treatment today). I got home from school at 3, and the light in our garage was still on (meaning someone had just left). I figured she was going out to get food, but I didn't actually see her leave. I didn't think much of it and texted her a picture of the grocery list (I figured she just forgot it). About 45 minutes later my sister calls, wanting to be picked up from an event. I answered, told her Mom wasn't home, so she calle my father. He picked her up and took her home. Our dog wasn't home either; my mom might have taken her to the park, which didn't make sense if she left to go shopping. We checked the park, but she wasn't there. It was about ten minutes ago that two cops showed up at our door.
My dad has been talking to them for a little while. We've goven them pictures (we don't have many of her not in sunglasses) and I've had to answer a few questions. Here's hoping that its nothing like what I fear it is.
I really don't deal with stress well, I suppose. Anyone care to RP or something? Writing really helps.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Oct 11, 2016 21:53:34 GMT -5
I'll rp with you to help. Anything in particular you'd like to rp?
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Oct 11, 2016 21:58:51 GMT -5
I've got a couple of plots that I've really fallen in love with recently.
1) My character is a demon… of sorts. They cannot see the moon without going insane. Every time they see it, whether it be a reflection, through a window, outside at night, or merely from the corner of their eyes, they go mad. They lose all control and calmly makes their way out into the streets to snap necks and leave the town in ruin. They look themselves up every night, and yet they can’t seem to help themselves; when the moon is out they can’t keep their eyes away. Your character is a fairly normal soul who goes about their business for the most part like usual. Except, they start to notice something is amiss after a strange (wo)man comes into a bar at night in the early morning. Your character is just too curious for their own good.
2) Person 1 wakes up in an alley, surrounded by grey feathers and no memories at all. They have a knife in the gut and two bullets in the chest, but they aren’t dead. Person 2, however, is leaning against a wall a few blocks down, regretting ever stepping in. Person 2 was an angel, but ended up using all their power to save Person 1 and is stuck, sadly, as a human. They don’t know their way around the town and they don’t know how to act human. They’re left in a terrible situation with nowhere to go, so naturally they go to Person 1. Only problem is Person 1 hasn’t a clue who 2 is, nor that they were the one who saved them.
3) My character is perfect, beautiful, and witty… Which would be great, but alas they also happen to be vain (to a rather unfortunate degree). They live alone in the forest of ashes and in a house full of mirrors, basking in their own wonderfulness. On a walk, they meet your character one night in the dark woods. When your character says hello, however, mine seems oddly surprised and keeps walking. My character’s reaction makes yours curious, and they end up meeting more than once. The two actually become friends and start to hang out together. Even then, nobody ever seems to pay attention to them and actually avoid the pair.
I'm think length wise (because I've got a lot of super advanced ones that take a while to reply on right now, maybe about two or three short paragraphs.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Oct 11, 2016 22:05:09 GMT -5
I like advanced stuff with a lot of detail, and I'm really loving plot 2 right now. Reminds me a lot of Supernatural and a little story I thought about before. We can do that one. ^^
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Oct 11, 2016 22:10:09 GMT -5
Awesome!
Do you have a preference for which character or anything? I'll get a starter up shortly.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Oct 11, 2016 22:12:36 GMT -5
I'd like to be the angel person, if I may
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Oct 11, 2016 22:17:47 GMT -5
Cool, I've got some ideas for Person 1 already.
Before I get to typing, one last question; do you want any certain gender for the characters or anything?
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Oct 11, 2016 22:21:48 GMT -5
Well, I can rp both male and female, but I have a male OC I use a lot, so if I could use him that would be great. You can do whichever you'd like, but I think a female human would be interesting - having a random dude not knowing anything about normal human behavior hanging around her. It could be funny and/or awkward, but I'm really fine either way.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Oct 11, 2016 22:24:05 GMT -5
Alrighty; I've been doing a lot more practicing with my female characters, so here's hoping she turns out well. I shouldn't take to long to write a starter.
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Post by 🍁Searipple101🍁 on Oct 11, 2016 22:37:13 GMT -5
Maybe put it in the 1 on 1 section? I can't wait :3
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Oct 11, 2016 22:42:01 GMT -5
Edit: Oh yeah, here we go: wcrpforums.com/thread/13890/smiling-dark-rust-red-rose ]] It wasn’t that she was scared of blood, or scared of violence. She just didn’t like it when it was her blood. That’s why it was hard to stay calm when you woke up, slumped over in an alley, wondering what the hell you were doing here. Not just because she had a bloody knife in her gut. That wasn’t it at all. The young woman sat up quickly, green eyes wide. She braced herself on the red brick wall, trying to slow her breathing, her heart racing. She wobbled a bit unsteadily, then immediately fell back down. Pain tore all the way through her stomach and up her chest, creeping its way up until she was left with a dull ache on every inch of her body. She couldn’t even think clearly. She could hardly even see. So there she lay, back flat on the cold stone ground of the alley, staring up at the crescent moon that stared back. It was dark, the sky was a harsh and black grey. Why, the only light at all came from a distant street lamp that flickered on and off, the orange glow hauntingly dim. The woman grasped at her temples, letting out a dull growl. The headache by far was the worst part of the pain, and she had blood all down her front. If that didn’t make it clear how much life sucked at the moment, she didn’t know what would. Maybe a brick landing on her stomach would do the job. She rested a hand gently on the hilt of the weapon in her stomach and was about to pull the thing out, biting down. She stopped herself before she nearly bit her lip (managed to avoid another injury, thank god for that), muttered a curse and yanked the blade out. It didn’t do good things for her. And it hurt. A lot. She rolled over, gasping quietly. She could feel the blood running on her hands. The amount of red around her made her wonder why she wasn’t already dead. Surely a human could only lose so much blood before they died, right? She managed to get up onto her hands and knees, but it didn’t feel like her body was going to allow her to do much more than that. Dizzy to the point where her vision blurred, she leaned against the wall and nearly passed out. She didn’t know what had happened, but she decided right then and there she needed to drink less. She ran a hand through her wavy red hair, her hands still shaking. Her heart still racing, her fingers still twitching. She did not want to to stay here, and she had already been here long enough. She had a gut feeling (if she still had any damn feeling in her gut) and it one she desperately wanted to listen to. Get the heck out of here. Right now. Nothing good will come from this. Yet her legs refused to work. She wasn’t going anywhere until she calmed down. She patted her pockets down, hoping for something of use. She rolled her eyes at herself. What, did she think she’d be carrying around bandaids? And what good would that do, anyway? Get a happy sticker to go with your knife wound? Man, today was just a wonderful day, now wasn’t it?
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