Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2019 0:46:12 GMT -5
Please be able to write posts at a moderate level, so 5 to 8 sentences a paragraph and one paragraph minimum, per post! Also post a character sheet or some sort of description. Then we'll start the RP.
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Plot- So, my guy is in love with the ever-popular guy in school (your guy). But my guy is extremely skittish and quiet, so he started writing love poems, light, happy, dark, sad and he put them in the guy locker. Always signing his poems as anonymous. After weeks of receiving mysterious poems your guy really, really wants to know who was putting these poems in his locker. So one day, fate is with him when he sees a person, clearly male, in a hoodie put one in. Then leave. He follows my guy and he finally confronts my guy when he was sure that they both were alone. What'll happen next? What if your guy is also abused but hides it?
Septimus Parker- 18
Starter post-
Septimus had arrived to class early and so sat in the farthest back corner seat, head down doodling shapes on a piece of scrap paper. He always got to class early and usually spent the time before doodling or reading, always keeping a low profile. Why did he choose to come twenty minutes early? Well, that had to do with a.. Routine he had, one that consisted on sneaking to his crushes’- aka the most popular and hottest guy in school locker, where he slipped folded poems into a slit there. Yeah, he had it bad for the one person in school who had shown him genuine kindness without asking for anything.
A soft sigh escaped his peach glossed lips and he closed his eyes as he remembered their first meeting.
Beginning of Flashback-
Sep had been having a horrid day, punishment the night before- for getting a C in gym because he was always too tired and hurting to do much in class, he was starving because his mother wouldn't let him eat dinner or breakfast as her version of punishment, and some of his bullies targeted him as soon as he walked through the high school doors and destroyed his homework, then the period before his teacher humiliated him in front of everyone by announcing his struggle with math. Which brings you to, his current predicament where he was on the cafeteria floor ready to cry, food everywhere.
Suddenly, as he was about to burst into tears apologies a warm kind voice asked if he was okay! Looking up he met unfamiliar but entrancing eyes, the eyes of the new guy in school. It was the newest popular student! In the blink of an eye he was helped in cleaning up the mess before the cafeteria staff came to relieve them, then he was assured of it being fine that he ran into one of the most wanted guys in school, before they parted ways…
End of Flashback~
Though brief Septimus treasured that kindness and wanted to make the surprisingly sad looking Mr. Popular happy. So, he did the only thing he could think of, he left poems in his locker. At first they were poems thanking him for his kindness, though never signed by whom, But slowly and surely they became confession poems; love poems.
The bell rang, echoing through Septimus ears and he looked up blushing as he realized class was over and people were gathering their belongings and leaving. Looking down, he smiled blissfully, his doodles became yet another poem. ‘Maybe.. I can leave it now, since everyone will be gone by the time I get over to his locker?’ The teenager thought, feeling a bit excited. Nodding t himself, he waited a good thirty minutes for the halls to clear before pulling his hood up over his unruly black hair and slipping out of the room to his crushes’ locker.
As he arrived at his destination he never noticed a pair of familiar eyes peeking around the corner watching him. So, Septimus slipped the doodle/poem into the locker and then quickly left, smiling uncontrollably forest eyes sparkling with happiness.
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Plot- So, my guy is in love with the ever-popular guy in school (your guy). But my guy is extremely skittish and quiet, so he started writing love poems, light, happy, dark, sad and he put them in the guy locker. Always signing his poems as anonymous. After weeks of receiving mysterious poems your guy really, really wants to know who was putting these poems in his locker. So one day, fate is with him when he sees a person, clearly male, in a hoodie put one in. Then leave. He follows my guy and he finally confronts my guy when he was sure that they both were alone. What'll happen next? What if your guy is also abused but hides it?
Septimus Parker- 18
Septimus is a fragile looking boy, with long slender limbs and his overall small stature. He stands around 5’7 with no chance of growing even a centimeter at this point in time. His skin is an even sun-kissed tan, from endless hours outdoors. The young man absolutely loves being outside and can be found at the park under his favorite oak tree writing poems or reading some sort of fantasy genre book series. Sep usually has his soot-black hair fall down past his shoulders and some over his burn-scarred right eye. The eye that can be seen is a warm yet shy forest green color. Though he is quite the introverted young man, he does has various tattoos on his skin; a rose wrapped around his wrist, a bleeding heart on the center of his chest, and a semicolon on the back of his neck, never seen because of his hair. Another thing about Septimus is that he loves makeup, something he is bullied for but he simply does not care. So every day he comes to school wearing black eyeliner that causes his eyes to pop and soft peach lip gloss, giving his lips a soft shine.
When it comes to Septimus personality he comes off as a very introverted individual. He’s especially shy around his crush. The young man stutters a lot when confronted or spoken to at all after many failed attempts at getting him to speak without his stutter people have pretty much given up on talking to him. Finding his stutter to be too much of a hindrance. Sep tries his best to always give his crush a smile when their eyes meet but always ends up darting away blushing.
His family consists of his father and mother, though he doesn’t see them as parents at all. Father is always super strict and controlling, if you step one toe out of line it’s a severe punishment to you. He physically abuses (though he sees it as rightful punishment) both Septimus and his mother. Mother is weak and simpering. She cares only for father and sees him as a god, she sees her son as nothing. He is but a failure and is more than happy to allow his father to beat him into submission, she herself verbally jabs at him as often as possible.
Sep loves to write poetry and loves napping under the shade of trees.
When it comes to Septimus personality he comes off as a very introverted individual. He’s especially shy around his crush. The young man stutters a lot when confronted or spoken to at all after many failed attempts at getting him to speak without his stutter people have pretty much given up on talking to him. Finding his stutter to be too much of a hindrance. Sep tries his best to always give his crush a smile when their eyes meet but always ends up darting away blushing.
His family consists of his father and mother, though he doesn’t see them as parents at all. Father is always super strict and controlling, if you step one toe out of line it’s a severe punishment to you. He physically abuses (though he sees it as rightful punishment) both Septimus and his mother. Mother is weak and simpering. She cares only for father and sees him as a god, she sees her son as nothing. He is but a failure and is more than happy to allow his father to beat him into submission, she herself verbally jabs at him as often as possible.
Sep loves to write poetry and loves napping under the shade of trees.
Starter post-
Septimus had arrived to class early and so sat in the farthest back corner seat, head down doodling shapes on a piece of scrap paper. He always got to class early and usually spent the time before doodling or reading, always keeping a low profile. Why did he choose to come twenty minutes early? Well, that had to do with a.. Routine he had, one that consisted on sneaking to his crushes’- aka the most popular and hottest guy in school locker, where he slipped folded poems into a slit there. Yeah, he had it bad for the one person in school who had shown him genuine kindness without asking for anything.
A soft sigh escaped his peach glossed lips and he closed his eyes as he remembered their first meeting.
Beginning of Flashback-
Sep had been having a horrid day, punishment the night before- for getting a C in gym because he was always too tired and hurting to do much in class, he was starving because his mother wouldn't let him eat dinner or breakfast as her version of punishment, and some of his bullies targeted him as soon as he walked through the high school doors and destroyed his homework, then the period before his teacher humiliated him in front of everyone by announcing his struggle with math. Which brings you to, his current predicament where he was on the cafeteria floor ready to cry, food everywhere.
Suddenly, as he was about to burst into tears apologies a warm kind voice asked if he was okay! Looking up he met unfamiliar but entrancing eyes, the eyes of the new guy in school. It was the newest popular student! In the blink of an eye he was helped in cleaning up the mess before the cafeteria staff came to relieve them, then he was assured of it being fine that he ran into one of the most wanted guys in school, before they parted ways…
End of Flashback~
Though brief Septimus treasured that kindness and wanted to make the surprisingly sad looking Mr. Popular happy. So, he did the only thing he could think of, he left poems in his locker. At first they were poems thanking him for his kindness, though never signed by whom, But slowly and surely they became confession poems; love poems.
The bell rang, echoing through Septimus ears and he looked up blushing as he realized class was over and people were gathering their belongings and leaving. Looking down, he smiled blissfully, his doodles became yet another poem. ‘Maybe.. I can leave it now, since everyone will be gone by the time I get over to his locker?’ The teenager thought, feeling a bit excited. Nodding t himself, he waited a good thirty minutes for the halls to clear before pulling his hood up over his unruly black hair and slipping out of the room to his crushes’ locker.
As he arrived at his destination he never noticed a pair of familiar eyes peeking around the corner watching him. So, Septimus slipped the doodle/poem into the locker and then quickly left, smiling uncontrollably forest eyes sparkling with happiness.