the plot here,is simple.two guys,in a home for teens with mental disorders.your guy is new to the home,my guy not-so-much.the rest of the plot-the spicy stuff,emotional stuff,drama;all that stuff-is up to us.
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okay,so before you start,just know that this is and advanced role play.meaning post at least two paragraphs per post.please,and thank you.anywho,once you've checked being advanced off your list,just post a picture/gif of your character,his name and age[somewhere in your post],then go ahead and start![my dude's name is Boston Elliot Porter!]
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[hr] [color=black][size=8][font=andale mono]i never asked to be who i am.i didn't want to be in this stupid home.no,it's not a home,it's more like seclusion from your family.my family didn't want to have to put me in here,but my therapist suggested it,and persuaded them with his mind powers to send me here.i swear if i ever have to see that idiotic,stupid moron again,i'll cut his chest and rip out his heart.he's the reason i had to come here.he's the reason i have been here for almost two months now.he's the reason i only see my family on the weekends.he's the reason that i am worse than before. i think about...horrific things.i think about tearing others' throats out,to hear them scream in agony as they die.i see things,too.things that not anyone else can see.i see dead people.they hang around all the time.they don't open their eyes,unless they died with their eyes open,and they don't move unless they're swinging from a rope by their neck.i see these things everywhere i go,and it scares me.to say the truth...i'm scared of myself. dear only friend, i am scared.i wish i could speak to others,but whenever i try nothing comes out of my mouth but rudeness and...horrific things.i don't mean to be like this.it's not my fault,right?right...anyway,why won't you come out and talk to me?why can't you just be a real,human being instead of a stupid journal.my hand hurts from writing in you so much.i have so many blisters that they started bleeding in one of the meetings,and i had to go to the nurse to get my hand wrapped up.they think i do it on purpose,so i don't have to go to the meetings.sometimes i do,and sometimes i just don't care. i'm sorry for calling you stupid,because you are most definitely not.you are a smart thing,and at least you listen to me.don't you think it's sad how i can only 'talk' to you?i sure do.i wish i had someone that would really help me,because obviously being here hasn't done anything for me.there's supposed to be a new kid coming in today.i wonder if he's younger than me.i just turned eighteen a week ago.obviously they won't let me out of here,since technically i'm still a teen,and they say i'm not any better.who's fault is that that i am not any better,hmm?yeah,you guessed it,buddy. anyway,i have to go downstairs and meet my new roommate.i'll write to you later. with love, boston i closed the journal,a sad expression on my face.i hid it under my pillow,so no one would read what i wrote in there today,yesterday,and all the days i have been in this gosh darn place.i looked down at myself.i was still in my pajamas from last night;gray sweatpants and a plain black v-neck.i shook my head,not even caring.everyone stayed in their pajamas for breakfast,anyway,wanting to be comfy since they had just woken up.i was an early-bird,yet i couldn't ever go to sleep. i let a small sigh escape my lips,leaving the pencil where i had sat as i got up.i walked tot eh locked door,putting on a blank expression.better than sad,right?i unlocked the door and pushed it open,leaving it open as i slowly made my way tot he staircase a bit to my left.i walked down the two flights of stairs,slowly,and almost frowned as i got tot he bottom.i wanted to stay in my room,curled in a blanket.i hugged myself,shivering a bit as i tried not to look around.sometimes those...er...dead people would pop up out of nowhere,but thankfully not right at this moment. i looked up,a bit relieved not to see any of those horrific 'scenes.'i walked a bit faster to the doors that lead outside,where almost everyone was crowded.they were waiting for the arrival of the new guest.i felt bad for the guy,yet wondered what 'difference' or 'differences' he had.[/fancypost] |
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thank you,by the way! <3