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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 7:50:55 GMT -5
(( note that if romance occurs with my character(s) I prefer mxf. Thank you (: - ))
The playground was empty, except for one figure sitting still on the swings. A boy, 16 years old. He wore a slip on hoodie, the hood pulled over his head and his hands stuffed into the pocket in the front. He'd been crying. You could tell when you looked at him. Thankfully, there was no one in the park when he had been crying. It was late October, about 7pm on a Sunday. It was surprising that no kids were at the playground, but he must have gotten lucky to get it to himself. Lifting a hand, the boy rubbed at one of his eyes to check for any wetness. There was none, to his approval, the tears had stopped about ten minutes ago. But they were a little red. Yes, he was upset. His parents just split. He just moved to the area. He didn't know anybody. He started school tomorrow. His head was hurting. At least there was one plus side to this. Be positive, he told himself. Optimistic. He wasn't living in an apartment anymore. They were now renting a house and his mother found a job. That was good. Shifting on the swing, the fabric of his sweatshirt tickled the side of his cheek. Annoyed, he snatched down the hood and shook his head, running a hand briefly over his messy brown curls.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 8:11:14 GMT -5
{I'll jump in! Do you want my character to approach your's in a specific way or?}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 8:36:51 GMT -5
Nope, just jump in however you'd like ))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 8:38:21 GMT -5
{Okay, do you have a prefered post length?}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 8:45:54 GMT -5
Nope, I really don't care as long as you put effort into it ))
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 9:20:06 GMT -5
(( Question. Would you prefer if A came in as an OC, or is a canon character ok? Also, what ages? ))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 9:28:34 GMT -5
(( I would prefer OCs, but any age is fine. My boy is 16 and I'll probably be using teenagers, but you can come in with a younger or older character if you want ))
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 9:40:09 GMT -5
((ok)) The dark haired girl trudged past the park, her hands stuffed in her black sweatshirt pockets. The hood was over her head, making it hard to see her facial features. The girl's outfit was dirty and torn, but her malnourished frame was easily over looked due to her oversized sweatshirt. The seventeen year old girl froze as she walked in front of the park. She narrowed her eyes, and turned around. Her bright, electric blue eyes found the boy, and her body relaxed a bit. However, she still fingered at the pocket knife in the pocket of her hoodie. She slowly walked up, "Hey."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 9:51:04 GMT -5
A figure was walking by and at first the boy tensed up, wondering who this stranger was and what they were doing walking by, then he relaxed. He had no reason to be anxious. It was just a girl, he noticed as she got nearer, she probably lived in the area and was going for a walk. Fidgeting uncomfortably on the swing, he watched as the girl stopped, dark brown eyes narrowing slightly in surprise when she spoke. "Hi." To his annoyance, his voice came out a a scratchy, pathetic thing. So he coughed into his shoulder, clearing his throat, and tried again. "Hi." He repeated. That was better. He looked down towards the ground, using his foot to rock the swing a bit. The chains let of an eerie squeak as they moved, but he ignored it. He tested the other swings earlier and the one he was sitting in was the quietest out of them all.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 9:58:21 GMT -5
She could tell he was uncomfortable, but she didn't care. She felt the desperation and sadness coming off of him. "What's up?" She asked, positioning herself on the other swing. She pushed her hood off, her long black hair billowing down her shoulders. Her face was pale and thin, with a bit of dirt smudged on it. Her lips were chapped, and she licked at them. She met his brown eyes with her own piercing blue gaze.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:10:21 GMT -5
As their gazes met, he noticed her eyes were blue. Very blue. Startling blue. He actually quite liked them and he didn't take notice to the dirt smudged across her skin. "You're eyes." He blinked, visibly surprised at himself for saying it out loud. He looked away from her face, hesitating. " They're nice." He took a deep breath and pulled his hands from his sweatshirt pocket, grabbing onto the chain on either side of him. "Nothing, I just... I just moved here and I decided to swing." He wasn't about to pour out why he was sitting alone with a scratchy voice and red eyes. He didn't know this girl. He looked back up at her, his expression changing to curiosity as his mind began to wander, asking questions like who she was, what grade she was in, if she was his age.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 10:15:29 GMT -5
At his sudden comment on her eyes, she just laughed, "Thank you. Most people say that they're scary." She shrugged, "But I mean, ya get whatcha get." She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his lie. However, she knew better then to press any further, it would only end with anger or sadness. So, she moved on, "What's your name?" She asked, taking her hands out of her pockets, deciding she didn't need to keep her hand on her pocket knife.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:30:58 GMT -5
Her response about her eyes made him smile slightly. It reminded him of his friend back home who had a scar across his eye. Everyone got scared of that messed up eye. "Lincoln Shepard." He answered, noticing she took her hands out of her pocket when she asked his name. Assuming that was because she wanted a handshake, he held out a hand towards her. "What's yours?" He returned the question to the girl.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 10:35:56 GMT -5
"Platinum, Platinum Stone." She shook his hand with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Lincoln!"
"PLATINUM! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
The teen stiffened at the deep, drunken voice calling her. She slowly stood up, and flashed an apologetic smile. "I uh.. gotta go." She tried to act brave, but she couldn't help the fear that flashed in her eyes. She backed away, and retreated towards the voice, which was coming from an alley not far away.
She disappeared into the shadows. However, one could hear loud yells coming from the alleyway, as well as thuds and crashes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:46:39 GMT -5
Platinum was a strange name, he never heard it before. But Lincoln thought it seemed to suit her. He was about to ask her a few questions but before he could start the conversation a loud voice was summoning her away. He flinched physically, startled at the sound, and watched the girl get up and say goodbye. But she looked scared, that was sketchy and made him feel uncomfortable. "Okay, bye, it was nice to meet..." He didn't finish his sentence, watching her as she went until she was out of sight. In a dark, spooky alleyway that looked like one of those death scenes from the crime shows his mom liked to watch. And then there were noises coming from the area and he quickly stood up. What to do. Lincoln chewed on the collar of his sweatshirt as he pondered, staring in the direction of the situation with wide, shocked eyes. He could leave, get the heck out of there before he got involved in someone's problems. Or he could go see who was calling her and what those yells were about. It took him several moments to decide, and at first he thought he was going the other way, but Lincoln was soon running to the alley. He slowed down once he approached and called out a "Hey." before coming around the corner, to let anyone know he was there.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 10:49:58 GMT -5
Platinum emerged from the shadows, her hood over her head. "Hi." She said, her voice soft and hoarse. She had a slight limp as she approached him, but she was alone. "What are you doing here?" She questioned, limping out of the alleyway, hoping he would follow.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:56:47 GMT -5
Lincoln stared with a frown, watching her come out from the shadows. She was limping. Her leg was hurt? But she was alone, so he didn't know who called her. He stayed where he was for a few moments as she walked away, before he turned and hurriedly caught up to walk beside her. He looked her over a few moments before responding. "I heard a bunch of yelling, it scared me. What was that about?" Now he knew it was none of his business, but he asked anyway.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:00:12 GMT -5
She leaned against the wall, making sure her hood covered her face, "It was just my dad, he was drunk again." Platinum shrugged, and let out a soft sigh. Her head was throbbing and her leg stung, reminding her she would have to wash it out and make sure there was no glass in it later. She shoved her hands in her pockets, looking away from Lincoln.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:08:58 GMT -5
"Oh." He thought about asking more questions but decided not to at the moment. She said her dad was drunk again. That meant he got drunk before, probably often. Maybe her beat her often. Maybe he beat her mother. maybe she didn't have a mother. Lincoln stopped walking when she did, looking away from her and towards the ground as his thoughts wandered on. He hesitated, lifting a hand and running his fingers through his curly brown hair, feeling uncomfortable. "Are you, um, is your leg okay?" He asked after a few moments of silence, looking up at her again.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:12:09 GMT -5
Platinum didn't reply right away, deep in thought. "Hm? Oh, yeah, it's fine." She rubbed her face, and cringed when her hand came away bloody. She tried to hide it in her pockets before Lincoln noticed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:17:45 GMT -5
He noticed. He saw the red liquid on her hand as she stuffed it into the pocket, and took a step back in shock and a bit of fear. Her father did that to her. Dark eyes narrowed and he quickly reached out, grabbing her hood and pulling it down from her head before she could stop him. "You need to get that cleaned off or something!" Lincoln hissed, chewing on the collar of his sweatshirt. Some people chewed their nails, some people messed with their hair, he chewed on his sleeves and collars. It's not weird.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:22:00 GMT -5
She cringed away from him, but she let out a sigh of defeat. There was a long, deep gash on her cheek, her lip was busted, and a bruise was forming on her temple. Platinum looked at him, she didn't look mad, just tired and a bit sad. "Heh." She laughed forcibly, "Yeah, I probably should..." Her voice was soft, and heavy with exhaustion. She closed her eyes, leaning against the wall for balance.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:25:26 GMT -5
Yeah, she didn't look okay. "Where do you live? I'll walk you home." He offered, deciding it would be rude if he left her when she was in this condition. Besides, she looked weak. Maybe she had a head injury. Maybe she would faint, then he would have to do something. No, no. He shook his head, internally telling himself to think more optimically. He realized that he was chewing on his collar and stopped himself, sighing softly.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:35:57 GMT -5
Platinum hesitated, "Well, um, my home is the alleyway." She finally said, her voice soft. She sighed softly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:42:21 GMT -5
"Oooh." Lincoln turned his head to look back towards the alleyway, hesitating. He frowned, looking between the alley and Platinum before his gaze rested on the girl. "Okay, we can go back to my house and get it fixed." He nodded decisively and took a few steps in the direction of his new house, pausing to be sure she was going to follow.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:46:54 GMT -5
Platinum shook her head, "Uh, no! I'm ok!" She backed away nervously, her eyes wide.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:51:40 GMT -5
(( sorry for the short replies. I'm a bit busy, but I'll try to lengthen them soon at lunch. ))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 12:06:02 GMT -5
(( that's fine )) Okay, that was understandable. He was a strange boy asking her to come with him to his house. He wouldn't force her. That would be creepy. "Well, you're bleeding and you need to go fix that." Lincoln insisted, turning so he facing her direction again. He was probably making her uncomfortable but he really didn't want to leave without knowing she was okay.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2016 8:26:02 GMT -5
(( how long does it take one to become a warrior on these forums? ))
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Post by flamerune on Nov 9, 2016 8:33:10 GMT -5
Platinum shrugged, "I'm ok," she assured him, though she wasn't so sure herself.
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