((I noticed that most people here are roleplaying at 16 years. If I knew that, I'd make my char slightly older, like 13. I'm going to roleplay at 1st person aswell.))
I had arrived at the place, with a not-impressed look. Things were going to be worse than how I thought they would be. I didn't even entered it and I alterady miss playing TF2. Ah well. I enter the place nevertheless.
"Old paint. I dislike old paint." I quietly commented after seeing that the inside was made out of old paint. I shook my head before anyone notices me talking. I quietly go upstairs to get to my room.
((I noticed that most people here are roleplaying at 16 years. If I knew that, I'd make my char slightly older, like 13. I'm going to roleplay at 1st person aswell.))
I had arrived at the place, with a not-impressed look. Things were going to be worse than how I thought they would be. I didn't even entered it and I alterady miss playing TF2. Ah well. I enter the place nevertheless.
"Old paint. I dislike old paint." I quietly commented after seeing that the inside was made out of old paint. I shook my head before anyone notices me talking. I quietly go upstairs to get to my room.
((If you want, I can edit it. And you could have used that opputunity to interact with my second char. She's currently in the second floor, breathing heavily becuase someone knocked her to a wall [Just read it...] ))
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
"Yup!" I say with a smile and a light, happy look on my face. "Though I dont like sleep getting interrupted by a loud alarm clock." I start to move the PSV around as if it would affect the gameplay. It doesnt. I start making childish blaster noises as I play the game I've beaten plenty of times.
"Yup!" I say with a smile and a light, happy look on my face. "Though I dont like sleep getting interrupted by a loud alarm clock." I start to move the PSV around as if it would affect the gameplay. It doesnt. I start making childish blaster noises as I play the game I've beaten plenty of times.
Lyra
I laugh a little. "I woke up like 5AM tonight. I was considering to play some guitar, but I didn't want to wake you... Or the rest of the floor up. It would be sad to have an entire floor against you." I smile as I slowly start playing. "I'm considering to go to Central Park today and just find a good spot, and then play a little. It usualy gives me a few dollars, so I just thaught it would might be an idea." I continue to play.
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"Sounds fun!" I say with a smile, now rolling around on my bed childishly playing the game. "Mind if I tag along?" I ask still playing "I'm really good at being the person who stands next to you doing absolutely nothing.." I say smiling. <Weird. I've only known this girl for three months and I feel like we have been friends forever. What could this be or mean?> I ask myself.
"Sounds fun!" I say with a smile, now rolling around on my bed childishly playing the game. "Mind if I tag along?" I ask still playing "I'm really good at being the person who stands next to you doing absolutely nothing.." I say smiling. <Weird. I've only known this girl for three months and I feel like we have been friends forever. What could this be or mean?> I ask myself.
Lyra
"No problem. CP is close by, so it wont cost much for the bus or whatever either." I smile as I continue playing on the guitar. "It's sad it's so cold outside. If it was warmer, I would probably play longer each day I pull off a street-preformance, but now... I get shakes just by the thaught of standing out there an entire day." I smile as I lean over and pick up the bag I used to keep the guitar in when I had to bring it with me somewhere. I didn't care much for the money I got, but it was allways fun to have money for some more guitar-strings or some light-novels or whatever I wanted. It was tempting just to waste it all on just soda or candy, but the prize of keeping it made me restrict myself.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
((Yep, I'd like for my character to be 13 instead. 11 seems way too young compared to the average 16 year old characters in this RP.))
I was being careful on the crackling stairs to not fall down. Geez, those stairs looked like they would crash the moment I would set my foot on it. I was also trying not to climb too fast, so I wouldn't get tired. I alterady get tired by climbing 2 floors, so getting to floor 4 would be a pain. Though, I found a girl breathing heavily on the wall on the second floor.
"Uhh, what happened that you ended up there?" I quietly ask, shyness taking over me again. Probably that came like little mumbles to her.
((Yep, I'd like for my character to be 13 instead. 11 seems way too young compared to the average 16 year old characters in this RP.))
I was being careful on the crackling stairs to not fall down. Geez, those stairs looked like they would crash the moment I would set my foot on it. I was also trying not to climb too fast, so I wouldn't get tired. I alterady get tired by climbing 2 floors, so getting to floor 4 would be a pain. Though, I found a girl breathing heavily on the wall on the second floor.
"Uhh, what happened that you ended up there?" I quietly ask, shyness taking over me again. Probably that came like little mumbles to her.
Lana
I start regaining my breath. "God damn it..." I murmur as I slowly push myself up again. The bandage covering my left eye was slightly visible, all though it could be mistaken to be my hair. I press my eyes hard together. I usualy kept my left eye open under the bandage as it had a tension to become uncomfortable if I didn't. "I'm fine..." I say, all though my voice was weak, and it would be easy to see that I was lying.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
I nod and without a word, I start walking up the stairs. But, of course I trip on one of the steps and fall forward. Once again, the knock pushes all the air out of my loungs,making me ghasp for air again. My chest hurt a lot as well.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
"The human body is truly amazing.. You get chills at a cold memory because the memory reminds you of having a lack of heat and your body shivers trying to generate heat and re-stabilize you to your normal temperature." I say rolling onto my back with my hands in the air. As I roll onto my back, my right sleeve begins to fall and show halfway up to my elbow. I drop the PSVita and quickly cover my arm with my sleeve, though it was clearly visible there is something on my arm <She didnt see right?> I think to myself lying on my bed in shock.
I smile a little, but I notice that Harumi suddenly dropped the Vita and pulled up her sleeve to hide something... Hide something? I thaught I knew the most about her, but appearently not. I try to re-call the memory. She pulled up her sleeve to hide... To hide... What was it? "Are you allright? It looked like you had something..." I use one finger to draw a sircle in the air arround my elbow.
If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
<No one has ever asked what was wrong or if I was okay.. How do I respond? Why did she ask? Dont I mean nothing?> I ask myself over and over. I sit up on my bed, my arms on my lap. Staring at my arms with a cold look. A look I've never had on my face before. <I.. I cant show her.. But she has a right to know.. Doesnt she?.. But could she handle it?..> I ask myself
<No one has ever asked what was wrong or if I was okay.. How do I respond? Why did she ask? Dont I mean nothing?> I ask myself over and over. I sit up on my bed, my arms on my lap. Staring at my arms with a cold look. A look I've never had on my face before. <I.. I cant show her.. But she has a right to know.. Doesnt she?.. But could she handle it?..> I ask myself
"If you don't want to tell me, that's allright. I just got a little curious. Thats all." I respond, not liking the current situation. I was curious about what it was, but I still didn't want to crush our friendship because something as silly as a question.
"Woah..." I comment after she falls. I then unsurely attempt to help her stand again. Unsure because I'm afraid she'd snap.
"I- I'm fine..." I push the boy away and stand up. There was clear signs that my chest hurt a lot, and the hood of my jacket fell off, revealing the bandage covering my left eye.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
<Answer her. Dont just sit in silence like you've done your entire life. This is the only person you trust. She has the right to know. But not even that, she deserves to know.> I tell myself. I stand up and walk to the middle of the room, continuously looking down. I slowly roll up my sleeves to my shoulder, one by one, until my full arms are exposed. There is a scar on the underside of my forearm every few millimeters. On my upper arm, there is a scar every centimeter on the front side. I say nothing, and just stand there.
<Answer her. Dont just sit in silence like you've done your entire life. This is the only person you trust. She has the right to know. But not even that, she deserves to know.> I tell myself. I stand up and walk to the middle of the room, continuously looking down. I slowly roll up my sleeves to my shoulder, one by one, until my full arms are exposed. There is a scar on the underside of my forearm every few millimeters. On my upper arm, there is a scar every centimeter on the front side. I say nothing, and just stand there.
Lyra
I ghasp and cover my mouth with my hands. I hadn't been expecting something as bad as that. What should I do?! What should I do, What should I do what should I do?!?! I can't just stare, that would be rude! think, think! "I- I- I'm sorry for pressing you, I didn't know..."
If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
"Don't, you have a right to know." I say pulling my sleeves back down. "I might as well tell you my history as well. To help you understand." I say sitting on my bed. I begin to explain my backstory and the history of my life, while it was painful and hard to say, it also felt good to finally tell someone. It felt like explaining all this and getting it off of my chest was long overdue. <No matter how bad this hurts, or how hard it is, it has to be done.>
I just sat there, listening wide-eyed. I was impressed about how open she was towards me, but the story itself... It was freaking me out. After she was done, I just sat there for a few seconds, not sure what to say. But I wanted to say something as well. Maybe I could just drop my guitar on the floor and use the oputunity to think? No, it was too valuable. I swallowed before I said: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked. It was rude of me. You still want to join to go to Central Park, right?"
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
I had arrived at the place, with a not-impressed look. Things were going to be worse than how I thought they would be. I didn't even entered it and I alterady miss playing TF2. Ah well. I enter the place nevertheless.
"Old paint. I dislike old paint." I quietly commented after seeing that the inside was made out of old paint. I shook my head before anyone notices me talking. I quietly go upstairs to get to my room.
((If you want, I can edit it. And you could have used that opputunity to interact with my second char. She's currently in the second floor, breathing heavily becuase someone knocked her to a wall [Just read it...] ))
Lyra
I laugh a little. "I woke up like 5AM tonight. I was considering to play some guitar, but I didn't want to wake you... Or the rest of the floor up. It would be sad to have an entire floor against you." I smile as I slowly start playing. "I'm considering to go to Central Park today and just find a good spot, and then play a little. It usualy gives me a few dollars, so I just thaught it would might be an idea." I continue to play.
Lyra
"No problem. CP is close by, so it wont cost much for the bus or whatever either." I smile as I continue playing on the guitar. "It's sad it's so cold outside. If it was warmer, I would probably play longer each day I pull off a street-preformance, but now... I get shakes just by the thaught of standing out there an entire day." I smile as I lean over and pick up the bag I used to keep the guitar in when I had to bring it with me somewhere. I didn't care much for the money I got, but it was allways fun to have money for some more guitar-strings or some light-novels or whatever I wanted. It was tempting just to waste it all on just soda or candy, but the prize of keeping it made me restrict myself.
I was being careful on the crackling stairs to not fall down. Geez, those stairs looked like they would crash the moment I would set my foot on it. I was also trying not to climb too fast, so I wouldn't get tired. I alterady get tired by climbing 2 floors, so getting to floor 4 would be a pain. Though, I found a girl breathing heavily on the wall on the second floor.
"Uhh, what happened that you ended up there?" I quietly ask, shyness taking over me again. Probably that came like little mumbles to her.
Lana
I start regaining my breath. "God damn it..." I murmur as I slowly push myself up again. The bandage covering my left eye was slightly visible, all though it could be mistaken to be my hair. I press my eyes hard together. I usualy kept my left eye open under the bandage as it had a tension to become uncomfortable if I didn't. "I'm fine..." I say, all though my voice was weak, and it would be easy to see that I was lying.
I nod and without a word, I start walking up the stairs. But, of course I trip on one of the steps and fall forward. Once again, the knock pushes all the air out of my loungs,making me ghasp for air again. My chest hurt a lot as well.
I smile a little, but I notice that Harumi suddenly dropped the Vita and pulled up her sleeve to hide something... Hide something? I thaught I knew the most about her, but appearently not. I try to re-call the memory. She pulled up her sleeve to hide... To hide... What was it? "Are you allright? It looked like you had something..." I use one finger to draw a sircle in the air arround my elbow.
"If you don't want to tell me, that's allright. I just got a little curious. Thats all." I respond, not liking the current situation. I was curious about what it was, but I still didn't want to crush our friendship because something as silly as a question.
"I- I'm fine..." I push the boy away and stand up. There was clear signs that my chest hurt a lot, and the hood of my jacket fell off, revealing the bandage covering my left eye.
Lana
I start slowly walking up the stairs. The wounds hurt realy bad as I walked, but I tried to ignore it.
Lyra
I ghasp and cover my mouth with my hands. I hadn't been expecting something as bad as that. What should I do?! What should I do, What should I do what should I do?!?! I can't just stare, that would be rude! think, think! "I- I- I'm sorry for pressing you, I didn't know..."
I just sat there, listening wide-eyed. I was impressed about how open she was towards me, but the story itself... It was freaking me out. After she was done, I just sat there for a few seconds, not sure what to say. But I wanted to say something as well. Maybe I could just drop my guitar on the floor and use the oputunity to think? No, it was too valuable. I swallowed before I said: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked. It was rude of me. You still want to join to go to Central Park, right?"