Plot:Jake has been around people that hate and hurt each other,He falls in love with someone but scared to tell his feelings.
Mine:
heres yours:
Don't hide your feelingsss.(is fuckin closed)
- Blaine Devon Anderson
- Closed
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Name: Tristan Ross
Age: 18
Personality: Trusting, kind, caring, gullible, curious.
Looks: -
ooc: i can only do one post tonight.
Also, sorry, I didn't know where to start.Tristan was sitting on a bench in front of a pond at the local park, sketchbook and pencil in hand. Silently, he drew a group of trees that were on the other side of the nearly mirror-still pond.
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Tristan whipped his head around to see who had just run into the bench he was sitting on, and then stood, leaving his sketchbook and pencil on the bench. He went over to the person and knelt down to help them up. "Are you okay?"
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"You look like you're... bleeding," Tristan commented, stepping back when the other boy was standing as well. "Does it hurt much?" He asked, concerned.
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"Are you sure? I could call an ambulance," Tristan offered, reaching into his pocket to take out his cellphone. After all, he reasoned, no amount of bleeding was a good thing.
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"If... if you're sure," Tristan said, frowning.
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Still frowning, Tristan picked up his sketchbook and pencil, then began to walk out of the park. "Don't let that get infected!" He called back to the boy behind him.
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Tristan walked to his own home.
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Tristan made lunch, and ate it.
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Tristan saw the same boy from earlier walking down the road, shivering from the cold. He opened the door and called to him,"Do you want to come in?"
i don't use real pictures (or any) that often