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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 20, 2020 18:40:54 GMT -5
Sweet! In fact, there is.
As I mentioned, I have two characters that I think will work for the plot. However, I wanted to run them by you first and get your opinion of them before I use the one I really had in mind. I say this because the character I want to use has Dissociative identity disorder (previously known as multiple personalities). Because it is a mental illness that is very trauma heavy and a disorder that I do not have personally, I wanted to ask if you would be okay with me using a character such as this one. I have done a lot of research on the topic, but there are still a lot of things I don't know. Yet, because I don't want to just make things up and offend anyone who does have it, I will most certainly be double checking anything and everything that I use for this character as far as the actual science and terminology goes.
If you don't feel comfortable with me using this character, I have another that will work just as well. I will not be offended if you choose the other guy since he is an old character and a favorite of mine anyway, with plenty of angst and drama of his own that will still make things interesting. So I leave the decision up to you. ^^
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 20, 2020 20:08:22 GMT -5
Derek Parker There isnβt much to note about Derek, however, he is a person that you remember easily. He has brown hair and smoky blue-grey eyes, and stands around 5β10β. His skin isnβt pale, but it isnβt exactly tan either. Itβs somewhere in the middle. Across his skin are the scars that are the testament of his childhood. Most can't be seen due to his clothing, but his back mainly is scored with the beatings of a drunk father. Usually he wears jeans and a loose t-shirt with a necklace of small wooden beads. Derek is the kind of person who tries not to get too upset about anything. Key word is try. Despite the hardships of an abusive childhood, somehow the boy walked away with a kind demeanor. He tries to find the positive in everyone and everything, always giving people the benefit of the doubt unless they prove themselves to be bad people. If they are good, then he will be a loyal friend, always willing to lend a hand to those who need help or a shoulder to lean on. Yet he is not all whole and well. The boy is troubled with panic attacks. Triggered by stress or overwhelming emotions, he will have a moment of uncontrollable anxiety and fear that lasts anywhere between thirty seconds to two minutes. However, this is only one side of the coin for him. Derek has Dissociative Identity Disorder (D.I.D.), and shares his mind and body with other people, or alters, who help store trauma and serve specific purposes to function day to day. However, this has a huge impact on how he interacts with the world and people around him since he really can't control when he switches between personalities. One minute he will be Derek, and the next he will be Sam or Winter, different parts to the whole of his being. It's hard for him to be out in public sometimes, and more often than not will not remember anything that the other alters are doing. This is the same for any of the alters since memories are not always shared between those who are in control and those who are not. Sam Sam is Derek's second personality. It's hard to say when Sam was "born", but his age is very easy to determine. Sam is very much like a younger version of Derek. The child that never got to be. The purpose of Sam was more of a defense attempt during his father's drunken or angry state. Forever stuck at age six, Sam is the embodiment of six year old Derek, never growing up even if Derek does. He functions on the basic levels any normal six year old would. His concepts of right and wrong and certain educational knowledge is the same as the older alters due to being part of a partner system, but he is single-minded and excitable as any child would be. It's as if he were to step back in time yet kept his current body. Sam is a lovable little guy, but he is extremely unstable mentally. He is skittish and terrified of most adults, especially men, and most of the time, he's the one who gets the majority of the panic attacks. He clings to those he trusts the most, getting very upset whenever they have to leave or he can't see them. If anyone takes on an angry tone, the boy will retreat into himself, shying away from that person and trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. Winter Winter is the complete opposite of Derek. As a newly acquired protector of the system, he is the one that stands up for the others. He's the skeptical, cynical, and entrusting of the bunch. He is not the friendliest of people. If he believes you mean the system harm, then he will make it clear that you best stay away or else. He is not a stranger to fights, and will likely start one just to prove his point. If you have proven that you can be trusted, then he won't be as horrible towards you. Still distant and cold, but bearable. Winter's sole reason is to protect the system, and to do so, he holds the worst of the memories of their abusive childhood. Winter is the product of an integration, the combining of two alters: the system's long term host (the person who controlled the body the most) and another protector. He holds the worst of the brutality of the father and locked them away so the others couldn't access them, and he plans to keep it that way. Because of this, he's got no patience with other people. There are some things that he believed were best for Derek, and especially Sam, to never know of. Secrets that would only add more stress to their lives, and do more harm than good. But that isn't to say that he is completely accepted the role in which he plays or the trauma he holds. He never fully came to terms with the integration, and for a long time, struggled with the guilt and the pain the memories brought. So before he fell into the role of protector, there was a brief moment when he was the system's biggest persecutor.
Okay, so I know I will have to explain some of the terms, and I will be more than happy to clarify anything. Winter's description is a little weird as far as format goes, but that's because I figured that with him starting off as persecutor (someone who causes the system/body harm) he's the one that decided to take the system's life in the first place due to his integration. So that could be the biggest challenge your girl will have in helping him come to terms with everything and find outlets for his anger/pain. I'm fine with them being 17 or 18 in age. That's about the age I usually see Winter becoming a part of the system. So either option is fine with me.
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Post by renaissance on Sept 20, 2020 22:12:24 GMT -5
he sounds very interesting. here's my girl ~ Kayleigh "Leigh" Harrison - 17 years old Standing at 5'2, Kayleigh is a bit on the short side with a curvy and slightly chubby body. A way to describe her appearance might be plain, or normal. She's not outstandingly pretty and she isn't like an Instagram model. She doesn't like to wear make-up either, so her face is never dolled up but covered in dozens of freckles. She has dark brown eyes and light brown hair that many might call a dirty blond - she thinks it's too dark for a blond and insists on calling herself a brunette. Her hair reaches a bit below her shoulders in gentle natural waves. With her natural vision she is basically blind so she always has to wear contacts or glasses, though she usually opts for the contacts. Kayleigh is a friendly and outgoing person. She is sociable and likes being around friends, even if they aren't doing anything she just enjoys being in the presence of others rather than alone. She's honestly a bit of a dork - she is smart, likes to read, and is a member of the school's band as well as their science club. She's excitable and enthusiastic, with an optimistic outlook. She's playful and active, so she loves to be out doing things like going to the mall or the movies or just going out to eat, but she will try to make any activity fun. A bit of a people pleaser, she doesn't arguments and does her best to avoid conflicts. She hates to say no as she doesn't want to disappoint anyone. She actually cares a lot about what people think, despite the confident attitude she displays, and will basically do whatever someone asks from her so she can be easily taken advantage of. She can get frustrated pretty easily and when someone makes her upset she tends to hold grudges and be a bit passive aggressive, but it doesn't last for long and she always forgives and gives people many second chances. She is a bit of a perfectionist and gets mad at herself if she doesn't get things right but at the same time she is disorganized and tends to procrastinate, causing her more irritation and stress as she rushes to get things perfect within a due date.
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Post by renaissance on Sept 21, 2020 14:40:49 GMT -5
( sorry if it's a little rushed or jumbled, I just got back into roleplaying after a couple years of not participating - I'm not very good at starters or setting scenes lol. Let me know if you think I should change anything. It might be easier if you make him having the same lunch period as her, but do whatever you want ~ )
Kayleigh walked down the hallway and stopped outside a the door to a classroom. It wasn't her classroom, but she needed to make it look like she belonged there, so she wouldn't look suspicious as she watched the locker a few feet down the hall. It was Derek's locker, which she'd discovered after stalking him through the school for the past couple days, learning his schedule and which paths he followed through the school's corridors. It might have been a bit creepy, but it was necessary if she wanted to find the perfect opportunities to 'run into him' and start an interaction. Like right now, she was on her way to the cafeteria and would pass him at his locker. She could say hi. The students were split into two groups, lunch A and lunch B, to split their time in the cafeteria and she was a part of lunch A. Many students stopped at their lockers to grab their things or drop off their heavy bags on the way to the cafeteria, so she was just going to stake out his locker until he passed by. Students who had lunch B were shuffling through the doorway she was standing beside and she sighed, a bit frustrated as she tried to look past bodies which temporarily blocked her view. "Oh, hey, Leigh. Aren't you on your way to lunch?" Kayleigh looked towards the familiar voice, seeing her friend Samantha had spotted her. She tried to answer while keeping an eye on Derek's locker, worried she would miss him. "Yeah. Just stopping to say hi." She murmured, barely looking at Samantha. The other girl launched into a friendly greeting or a story which Kayleigh didn't really listen to, only nodding along, until she said something that stuck out to her. "-and the english test later today seems super difficult. Do you think there's going to be a lot of vocab?" Kayleigh finally turned her attention to the other, quickly shaking her head. "Nope. I would worry more about the tones and themes and stuff of the short stories we read." She suggested nonchalantly with a smile. Normally, Kayleigh stressed over even the smallest tests and assignments, trying to get perfect scores, but she obviously lived through this in another timeline. She knew what was going to be on the test and she was confident she would do fine. Sure, it was technically cheating, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She almost laughed out loud at the thought of approaching her teachers and asking them to change their tests because she'd been to the future and knew the answers already. Besides, it gave her time to focus on more important matters such as befriending depressed classmates. She looked back towards his locker to see if he'd arrived yet.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 21, 2020 15:15:22 GMT -5
(Haha, don't worry about it. Starters are hard for me to write as well. It's difficult unless you just have a sudden burst of inspiration. It looks fine to me. ^^
A bit more info on Winter just so some of his behavior is explained: the two alters that merged to create him was Jace, the long term host up until now, and Misery, a non-human alter (Strange as it may be, it is possible and actually isn't as strange once you know what causes non-human alters to form. I will definitely go into more detail of that later or whenever you would like me to explain). Misery took the form of a feral dog, which is why Winter is so snappish and more likely to fight. However, he himself is human, just much more hard to get along with.)
Winter had been alive for a total of three days, and he was sick of it. With two lifetimes of memories warring in his mind, he found it difficult to be out in control. He found it difficult existing to begin with. It might not have been so bad if he could find a moment of peace, but as of right now, there was hardly a moment of peace to be found. Between school and the house, he was required to be present more times than not. And even in the brief times he had to himself, he was never truly alone. Even now, as he walked down the hallways from history class, the boy wanted nothing more than to tear his way outside. On all sides, there were other students pressing in on him, crowding him. Conversations, footsteps, and the sounds of lockers slamming closed filled the air, deafening him. A growl threatened to rise, and it was all he could do to keep the snarl off the face. It was only the social aspects of the previous host that kept him civil. Putting his head down, he trudged through the thick of the crowd towards his locker. No, not his. Jace's. Only Jace had ever used it, but the memories of the school year up until now could very well have included him. He recalled the patterns and the routines of the day, the information they were taught, everything was as if he had been the one attending school this whole time, and no one even noticed that it hadn't been him. Just his predecessor. God he hated this place. Reaching the locker, he quickly turned the lock to the correct combination and opened it up. He didn't have a class to go to now, but rather lunch. Winter had tried to eat in the cafeteria the past two days, but it was torture. He could skip the meal in favor of finding the one quiet place in the damn building. Or maybe he could sneak outside and just ditch this place altogether. Swinging open his locker, he all but threw his text book inside and slammed it closed. It was a bit overkill, yes, but by God did it make him feel a little better.
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Post by renaissance on Sept 21, 2020 20:13:04 GMT -5
(( thank you for explaining that a bit. Just to clarify, other people call him Jace regardless of which personality is active? ))
There he was, finally arriving at his locker. She took a deep breath and abruptly said goodbye to Samantha, quickly walking away and in the boy's direction. She had a piece of paper in her hand, which was just a blank piece of paper she'd ripped from her notebook, ready to play the scenario she had planned out and practiced in her head. Walking up to his locker she stopped beside him, flinching in surprise as the door was slammed shut. Was that anger directed at her? It couldn't be - she hadn't even spoke yet. Recovering from her initial surprise, she forced a bright smile and held out her hand to offer him the piece of paper. "Hello! I saw you drop this." She tried to make eye contact, making sure her tone of voice and expression was friendly. It was a perfect opportunity for them to interact, him dropping something and she returning it. Except he didn't drop the paper, she'd made it up, but nonetheless she held it out expectantly.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 21, 2020 20:45:13 GMT -5
(Yes. While the body's legal name is Derek, since Jace was the host, he got people who knew him the best to call him Jace. As host, his job was to hold no memories of the mistreatment suffered during childhood, so Jace was able to go to school, socialize, and function without knowing he was part of a system. He knew Derek was what everyone called him, but he never felt like it fit him, so whenever he introduced himself, he always used his own name instead. So while teachers might still slip and call him Derek, most of his friends would call him Jace. It wasn't until he found out of the trauma that led to the integration.
Misery, as a protector, would have only step in whenever the body was being harmed. Which meant he would have only made an appearance facing the bullies and causing fights with them when provoked. Derek and Sam show up every now and then whenever they feel safe or something draws them out.)
Hearing a female voice beside him, Winter turned to see a short girl holding out a piece of paper to him. It didn't take long for him to scour Jace's memories to figure out who she was. Kayleigh Something-another. The last name was fuzzy, but her face he recognized. She wasn't one of the few friends that had been made, but rather just one more classmate that had hardly spoken to him until now. So what was she doing now? He glanced down at the piece of paper, eyes narrowed suspiciously. Despite holding Jace's being in his own now, he couldn't bring himself to spare this girl a smile. Jace would have smiled and laughed, made some joke about how he would lose his head if it wasn't attached. Perhaps even tried to make friends. That was just how the other boy was. However, in three days time, Winter had all but destroyed the reputation he had built. Even to the so called "friends" he had shared only harsh words and cold shoulders, preferring to slink about the hallways in search of an exit instead of their company. "That's not mine," Winter stated. The voice in which he spoke was different from Jace's as well. While Jace was around an average pitch, holding the barest traces of a Texas drawl, Winter's voice was deeper, gravely in comparison. More than one person had noted the change, but so far no one had said anything about it. "There's nothing even on it anyway. How would you know it was mine?"
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Post by renaissance on Sept 21, 2020 21:01:11 GMT -5
(( ah, thank you. I'd been a bit confused about that but it's clearer now ))
The look he'd given her sent a small chill down her spine. He didn't even smile, didn't even bother giving her the pleasantry of a hello. To her disappointment, he wasn't taking the bait. Her smile faltered, a bit crestfallen as her brown eyes darted between the blank paper and his face before finally settling once again in his eyes. "Well I-" She was hesitating, her confidence bruised. "I saw it fall from your bag or something. I didn't look at it of course, I don't know if it's personal! I just saw you drop it." She decided to stick to her plan, shaking her hand pointedly which was still extended towards him to offer the paper. "Go on, take it, my arm's getting tired." She added with a light laugh as she took a moment to study him. "You have beautiful eyes." She hardly noticed she said her observation out loud, her own gaze raking over his face and then his body, making mental notes of his features. She wanted him engraved into her mind. He was her project for the next month and therefore she wanted to know all the details about him. He had a medium skin tone, brown hair, quite a bit taller than her... Nothing about him particularly stood out, but she could probably pick him out in a crowd if she was searching closely enough.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 22, 2020 7:52:58 GMT -5
(Yeah, I meant to explain that portion sooner. XD )
There was the tiniest flinch backwards as she shook the paper, his eyes glaring down at the offending page. This was stupid. It was just a blank page. Why should he care if he got it back? He had whole notebooks still in his bag. Winter lifted his eyes back to the girl's face. Her smile might have been friendly enough, but there were whole worlds of lies hidden behind smiles. Misery had never liked those who smiled. He didn't like her one bit. To prove this, he took the paper out of her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and flung it so it'd bounce off her forehead. Not an outright aggressive action, but one to showcase his annoyance. "It's not mine," he repeated. The boy was just about to shove past her when her next statement made him pause. They're not mine. It was the only thing he had been able to focus on since he came to be. Nothing of this body was his. Nothing in the head was his. Just spaces that once belonged to other people that he had inherited unwillingly. Despite being host, the body looked nothing like him. His eyes weren't grey-blue, his hair wasn't brown, he wasn't this tall, and yet he was forced to be seen as such because no one else could handle the pressures of day to day life. "What do you want?" Winter turned to scowl at the girl, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Last time I checked, you've never bothered us before. Why now? Someone put you up to this?"
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Post by renaissance on Sept 22, 2020 13:14:53 GMT -5
Of course it wouldn't hurt, given it was only a piece of paper, but when he tossed it against her forehead she still touched her fingers gingerly to the spot and looked at them, as if she was expecting blood. She looked back up at the boy, the smile plastered upon her face now fading away. "Geez, I was just trying to be helpful." She muttered with a sigh. This was harder than she thought. She anticipated that if she was friendly he would be as well and they could smile at each other and talk and maybe go sit together for lunch. But he was just acting like he wanted her out of his way. Did he say bothering 'us'? As far as she could tell she was only bothering him. Maybe he had some friends he was supposed to meet up with and she was keeping him. "Put me up to it? Why would they? People don't tell me who I'm allowed to talk to. What's wrong with talking to new people?" She answered with a slightly challenging tone, raising her eyebrows as she looked up at him. She sighed, bending down to pick up the paper discarded to the floor. She wasn't going to leave it there of course, that would be littering. "Don't you have lunch A also?" She tried to change the subject. She knew that he did because she'd been stalking him for the past three days, but he couldn't know that.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 22, 2020 18:29:50 GMT -5
"Because there's about five people here who get a kick out of it," Winter replied. Those would be the bullies that had seemed to love pushing him around. Of course, perhaps they wouldn't have been so bad had Misery not acted in retaliation all the time. At least one time he got a good bite out of the main dude's arm. That had been an interesting day, until, of course, they had to be picked up early, something that the father hated. So he wasn't buying her act of wanting to talk to new people. It was the middle of the school year after all. Why now? As she stooped to collect the wad of paper, he thought about leaving while he had the chance. It'd be easy to, and it wasn't like whatever she could say would be of any use to him. However, she was already asking another question. "Yeah, I do, which I'm missing by standing here and having this stupid conversation," he answered her. "So if there's no point to this, then I'd like to be on my way."
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Post by renaissance on Sept 22, 2020 21:40:07 GMT -5
Ah yes the band of bullies. She'd seen them jeer at him whenever he walked by and not only him but they also liked to poke fun at many of the less popular kids in school. She found herself rolling her eyes. "Please, I do not associate with them." She told him, thinking back to when she was a freshman being teased for her acne and braces. She didn't like to put other people down for no reason. "Oh, cool." Kayleigh tried to hide her excitement returning as she thought of their shared lunch period and the chance for them to have more time to get to know each other, her cheery grin upon her face once again. "We're going in the same direction, might as well walk together, hm?" She suggested, turning and strolling towards the cafeteria. She threw a quick glance over her shoulder to check that he was still there and didn't run off in the opposite direction to ditch her. "My name's Kayleigh, by the way." She added, trying to think up an excuse for them to sit together. She normally sat with her own friends and she realized she would have to give them an explanation too, which was a bit frustrating.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 23, 2020 18:30:49 GMT -5
Winter had to fight back his annoyance. Of course, she had the same lunch as him. And to offer to walk with him? Now he knew there was a reason for her talking to him. He wasn't sure what that was, nor did he really care. What he did care about was finding a way to sneak off without he asking more questions. It was obvious she wasn't taking any of the hints he was throwing her way, so he would have to figure something else. Adjusting the backpack on his shoulder, he set off after her. "I knew that," he muttered when she introduced herself, just loud enough for her to hear. "We share math class." It was true. They shared the class, but Jace had never talked to her. He only know her name because of attendance checks and whenever the teacher called on her to answer a question. He, however, did not offer up his own name. Sure, he could have said he was Jace, but that would have been only a half lie. He might have been formed from Jace, but he was no longer the same person the previous host had been. He could have said Derek, since that was the legal name of the body, but, again, there was already a Derek, as disturbing a thought as that was. In this area, he struggled to grasp as well. One half of him knew of the other alters, and the roles they played, the other had been clueless until the moment of integration. Because of this, he hadn't tried to think or speak with the others, a little scared to think what that might mean if he did. Even though they pressed against his mind constantly, he just couldn't accept that they were real, or that he played any role in whatever life they lived.
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Post by renaissance on Sept 23, 2020 19:09:11 GMT -5
Kayleigh was relieved when he followed her. At least she had his attention right now. She'd have to think of more excuses to spend time with him but walking to lunch together was the first step. Now she could probably swing by everyday to walk to the cafeteria with him. He still acted like he was uncomfortable though, and when he spoke she could barely hear his voice, even if the halls were mostly empty now. She glanced up at him with a bit of surprise as she heard his response. Of course they had seen each other before, since they shared a class, but she never though he'd noticed her before. Too bad they didn't share science class. She could beg Mr. Burnett to give them a lab assignment to work on together. "And I knew that. You go by Jace, right?" She asked with a gentle smile. She knew it wasn't his real name but he'd gotten everyone to call him that, even the teachers were used to it by now. Probably a middle name. "Oh, you can call me Leigh if you want, my name is spelt with an 'l-e-i-g-h'." She added trying to get a conversation going on their way to the cafeteria. "Is Jace your middle name? Or you want me to call you something else?" She mused, shooting him a toothy grin. She couldn't have known it was a sensitive topic.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 23, 2020 19:34:06 GMT -5
This girl. He hadn't even been talking to her more than five minutes, and she was proving to be more of a nuisance than he cared to deal with. Never had his previous selves ever had a desire to smack a girl, at least not unless it classified as self defense, but Winter, with his nerves already on edge as they were, found it hard to not just hit her and be done with it. Maybe then she'd shut up and leave him alone. He wouldn't do that, of course. He had more sense than that. But the urge was still there. The quieter halls weren't enough to calm himself down to be civil. "It's a name," Winter replied. How he didn't growl the sentence was a mystery to him. "You talk a lot, you know that? Like a little Chihuahua. Not just that, but you ask a lot of questions."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 24, 2020 8:24:12 GMT -5
What now? So far, whenever he's been short and snappish to people, they've backed off and let him be. But this girl wasn't budging. Did he really have to hit her to get his point across? Y-you wouldn't do that, a voice told him. He had learned the stuttering voice belonged to Derek, and he seemed to chime in at the moments he wasn't welcomed. Winter repelled the presence of the other boy as best as he could, turning instead, with much reluctance, to the conversation in hopes of drowning out the voice. "That has always been the stupidest the saying," Winter stated. Not that he was against cats. He actually didn't mind animals, of any kind. At least when an animal harmed you, it had a good reason. "And I wouldn't call this 'getting to know' each other. You just can't take a hint."
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Post by renaissance on Sept 24, 2020 10:58:42 GMT -5
Kayleigh laughed, the skin around her brown eyes crinkling and a soft snort escaping her between the joyous giggles. She stifled it, full aware of her embarrassing tendency to snort during her laughter. "Honestly, I don't think anyone would get to you if they weren't persistent. You're kind of giving off an aggressive presence. 'Leave me alone!' " She imitated a grumpy face and a deep, grumpy voice with another light laugh. She hung around the cafeteria doors with a reluctance to go inside as something beyond him caught her eye and she looked over his shoulder, spotting the forms of some people passing by. They were your stereotypical jocks, but her cheeks tinted a light pink as her gaze followed Samuel Richard. Kayleigh had a bit of a hopeless crush on him, but then again most of the girls wanted his attention - he was the most senior in school. He had a reputation although it didn't stop her fawning over him. She wouldn't actually get with him, not that he'd give her the opportunity, but she didn't see the harm in innocent fantasizing. Pulling her attention away from the jocks, she forced herself to look back at the boy in front of her. "Are you even hungry?" She asked, not particularly wanting food herself.
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Sept 24, 2020 18:20:47 GMT -5
And yet, you're still here, Winter thought to himself, knowing it'd do nothing if she heard him say it. She was here now, and she would probably stay here until it was time for classes to begin again. Lucky him. He paused outside the doors when she did, but for a different reason. The room was packed, and even from where they were standing, the noise levels were making him fidgety. He would force himself to go inside if it meant losing this girl in the crowd, but he wouldn't be staying, that's for sure. It was about the same time that he heard more footsteps coming down the hallway. Paranoid as he was, he turned to see a small group of jocks. His upper lip twitched slightly upwards in the making of a snarl before he stopped himself. Samuel Richard was no friend to him. Jace had the general memories of the guy that most of the students had of him, but Misery had others that painted the boy in a different light. Sure, he wasn't one of the main bullies, but even once or twice was enough to mark him as a threat. "No, I was actually going to go find someplace with a shred of peace and quiet," Winter muttered, tensed and watching the jocks as they headed towards the cafeteria. He wasn't going to stay there until they reached them. He'd rather indulge this girl in conversation than stand there and let Samuel throw taunts at him. "Doesn't look like I'll be getting that now."
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