Sage Walters was depressed. She never let it show though, not wanting to put the burden of her life on anyone else. She begins to withdraw herself from everything and everyone, including her best friend(Your guy). Oh course he notices that. One day he comes into her room to see a horrible sight. A bottle of pills were on her dresser and she was laying on the ground. He managed to get her to the hospital in time. She made him swear not to tell anyone. Over the next month, he barely even heard from her. He goes to confront her and that is where we will start up the roleplay. This does contain some triggering. I ask that you be semi-literate and active. I don't want to start this and have you leave. You can just describe as you go. Any takers?
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- David Tennant
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Bump))
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I'll take you up on that. How do you feel about my guy being called Hunter?
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Yay! And I'm perfectly fine with that. I am also very sorry if I am slow or poof. It is getting late where I live and I'm watching YouTube))
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It's no problem. It seems like all of the roleplays I'm in have died. So, on to the story?
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Most of the ones I have been in are the same.
And yeah, like it is listed in the first post, Sage is depressed and all that and Hunter is going to confront her. Would you like me to start it out?)) -
I'd prefer if you started, just so I can get more of a feel for the situation as well. I have read the first post, but I do want to see what else there is to it, from her perspective, you know?
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Alright I start typing it up after I'm done posting this.
Well it all started back in eighth grade. Sage was more of the quiet type of student so when someone had cut her clothes in PE, insults started to come in. She had no other clothes to wear. She was forced to wear what she had. People began to tease her for it. She had to go home because the clothes weren't in dress code. In ninth grade she got acne. That brought in even more. She couldn't handle the way that people would say things to her. She began to believe what they said. That she was worthless, annoying, and a bitch. She didn't deserve to be alive. She then began to cut. She met Hunter in ninth. She always wore jackets so no one could see how hideous the scars were. She had tried to kill herself on different occasions but never had it in herself to do so. They were in Eleventh grade when she overdosed. She was lucky hunter had found her. She still doesn't think she is worth the space that she takes up. She personally hates herself.)) -
It was a Saturday. The date was January 1. The weather in Maryland was very cold, that being the basis on why no one was outdoors, except the people who had to work. On the second floor, east side, or a two story house sat a black haired girl on her bed. She gazed out the window, thoughts having consumed her. Both of her parents were out at work. Her father worked two towns away and her mother worked at a local supermarket. She was an only child. They weren't the richest, but they knew how to survive.
Now back to the girl. She had the brightest green irises that anyone could ever see. They were growing darker and darker each day as worse thoughts came to her mind. Her hair was down, it framing her face and falling to mid back. She wore red flannel with a black tank top underneath it. Dark skinny jeans covered her legs and black, thick socks covered her feet. She was currently hugging her knees to her chest. Her chin rested on the top of them.
If you couldn't tell, she wasn't the happiest. She only let this side of herself show when she was alone. The world just seemed to hate her and there was nothing she could do about it. She had almost no friends her parents worked most of the time. She was left to bathe in her thoughts. The one friend she did have though was named Hunter. He seemed like the only one to care. The girl's name, you may ask? She was Sage Walters, or Holy Zitface. Of course she had no acne anymore, but it still stuck from all these years. -
Hunter Sawyer was out in the cold. He always loved the cold and the snow, and oftentimes would just stay still and enjoy it. But not today. He was running, the clouds of his breath showing in the January air and disappearing just as fast. He wore his usual hoodie, dark as night with a few symbols for his favorite soft drink on the inside of the hood. His jeans were straight, and his converse matched his hoodie. His eyes were a bright blue that was reminiscent of open ocean. He was tall, with just the right amount of muscle that didn't make him seem lanky or the kind of guy who only works out. His hair was shaggy and wild. He was always teased for it since it wasn't quite brown, red, or blonde, but somewhere in between.
His Mom had called it "Honey Mist Auburn" when she wrote about him. She was a novelist, though, a not very successful one. Of course, his Mother had a job as well. She was an interpreter that would be called whenever or wherever they needed her in town. Hunter was the oldest of five, all of which were sisters, and he sometimes fell through the cracks, but he didn't mind.
He came to the two story house, panting slightly at how much and how fast he had run. He rang the doorbell, once... twice.... thrice... then waited. -
Sage heard the repeated sound of the doorbell and slowly stood up. She quickly went through a mental list of who it could be. It would definitely not be her parents. That left it as either Hunter or people from school. If it was people from school, her life would be even more fucked up. She made her way down the stairs, holding onto the railing so she couldn't slip. She then went to the door.
She wasn't the tallest person, standing at 5'6 1/4 of an inch. She was delicately built. She closed her eyes for a second and said a mental prayer that it was Hunter. She didn't really believe in God, but she would go to anything. She twisted the doorknob and opened the door partly. She peeked out to see who it was. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she fully opened the door. " Hi." She said softly, looking up at him. -
He smiled weakly, concern his most obvious emotion. "Hey, Sage." He had always liked her. From the moment he saw her. He glanced around a moment. "Sorry I didn't bring Axel. He didn't want to come." He shrugged. Axel was his German Shepherd puppy that he was planning on bringing with him when he joined the K9 police force. Hunter rubbed the back of his head, looking at her, his smile fading. "Look, Sage... we need to talk." He waited for a moment, then realized that he had said something wrong. He waved his hands out awkwardly to show that he didn't mean it in the context it sounded. "I mean, I'm not going to stop being your friend or anything! It's just- all the stuff that happened not too long ago and the whole situation at school and at home- I-" He groaned, running his right hand through his hair. "Sorry... I mean... That I think we should talk about what happened to you." He looked up from the floor to her face, speaking slowly and thinking his words through.
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Sage immediately saw the concern and knew where this could be going. " Its not your fault. After all, he still is a puppy." She stated truthfully. She listened as he spoke, her heart dropping slightly when he said that they needed to talk. It rose slightly once he assured that their friendship wasn't going to end. That was very good right there. It then just stayed there. She stepped aside, making room for him to be able to come in. " Um.. yeah. I guess we should. Come on in." She told him. Once he was inside, she closed the door behind him. She was scared. She never talked about this stuff to anyone in her life before.
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He removed his hoodie and hung it up, revealing his blue long-sleeved shirt with long light grey stripes on the arms from the neckline to the wrist. He turned back to her, worried. Whenever he looked at her, the room seemed to get brighter. He had always thought that stuff was corny and cliched stuff his Mom wrote in her books, but it turned out that it was something real. He rubbed the back of his neck again, looking at the floor. It was something he often did when he was worried or nervous. He had feelings for her, but he always put them to the side. She needed his help. She needed a friend, and a friend he would be. He heard his own stomach rumbling and blushed slightly. "Do you want to get a pizza and hang out for a little while before we get into the... whole... talk?"
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Sage heard his stomach growl from where she stood and cracked a smile at that. " I'm not really hungry but sure." She agreed. She slid out her phone. She had the local Pizzeria on speed dial. Hunter and her did things like this often. Sometimes he would come to her house and they would get pizza and hang out, or it was the other way around. They were both welcome in the two households. She ordered a pizza and hung up. She slid her phone back away. She went to the fridge and got him his favorite usual drink to have. She then made herself some tea. She was a coffee person mostly, but she needed to be calm at this time.
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Hunter took a sip of his drink and sat at the table while she brewed her tea. He looked around. He was used to being here. He smiled, watching her while sipping on his drink. He hated seeing her hurting like she was, and he knew how much his friendship meant to her.
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Sage truly had never thought of him having feelings for her. She had been in a tiny bubble for a while though. She sipped on her tea, which was very hot, while waiting for the pizza to come. Once her doorbell rang aging, she got out money and went to the door. She paid and brought it back. She got him a plate and let him pick out what he wanted. " Can I just have one of your crusts please?" She asked.
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He looked up. "Sure." He looked at her a little strangely. "Are you eating alright?" He was more worried about anything. He was terrified for her.
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Sage nodded. " Yeah, I've been eating fine. I ate about an shout before you came so I'm not hungry. And I also knew how sometimes you don't eat your crust." She told him. She didn't really like to have people worry about her, it felt like she was burdening them.
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He could see her hesitation. He looked down, and took a bite of his food, chewing slowly, and trying not to give her scrutiny. He knew it was weird to stare at people, especially under the circumstances. He didn't want to make her more uncomfortable than she already was. He took a sip from his drink and slipped her his crust on a napkin. He couldn't really stand the crust. It was a little too bland for his taste.
The silence was broken by the clock chiming on the hour. He glanced back toward it, then turned forward again. "Are you ready?" He asked gently. He glanced toward the door. "We can talk about it in your room if you want. Just in case someone comes home." He knew this was a sensitive subject.