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{Disclaimer: I'm still trying to figure out the new layout of the site, so there will be no fancypost for a while. That said, don't let the plainness of the thread turn you away. I'm a very advanced writer and I want to write with others who feel the same way.}

Background: Charlotte McAnthony, or Charlie, is a 19 year old Freshman in college. She comes from a small town in the middle of no where, Arkansas. As soon as the opportunity arose, she got out of the state and took a scholarship offer from a college in Colorado. It wasn't easy to leave home, but her decision was made slightly easier when she learned two of her best and oldest friends would be moving across the country to go to school with her.

Of the two friends, she's known Mason longer by a good few years. The two were fast friends when their fathers started working together. They seemed to have a lot in common - their preference for hot chocolate over coffee, their hatred of pie, their ridiculous attraction to dogs, and possibly most important was their passion for photography. As the years progressed, Charlie started to fall in love with her childhood best friend and when she learns they'll be attending college together, it seems like all the pieces are falling into place. Things are finally looking up.

Then, without warning, Mason seems to fall hard for another girl. Charlotte Rickman. Charlie instantly feels betrayed but keeps her feelings to herself to keep from ruining her friendship, but as her best friend tries to pursue a relationship with the other Charlotte, their bond starts taking some serious damage. Always good at hiding her emotions, though, Charlie keeps her pain bottled up, acting normal around her two friends, despite the cyclone of emotions inside.

Plot: Still trying to salvage her friendship with Mason and Ross, Charlie agrees to go on a trip with them over the weekend to take some pictures in the downtown area of a big city about an hour away from the college. When she arrives, she learns that the other Charlotte will be joining them as well and proceeds to curse her luck as both boys fawn over the girl like a goddess. Once they arrive in the city, Charlie effectively fades out of the picture, watching miserably as the other three have fun.

At one point, after about an hour of taking photos, it starts to get a little dark. Charlie stops to take a picture of an old building and when she looks up, she realizes her friends have all wandered off, leaving her alone in the shady downtown area. When she goes to check her phone, she finds that it's dead and she has no idea how to contact the boys. Deciding to walk for a bit to try her luck, she finds herself in a dead end alleyway. Before she can backtrack, she finds herself cornered by a couple of guys who proceed to try and rough her up.

This is when Y/C comes in, dark and heroic. He scares them off and helps Charlie out. They talk for a few moments before Mason and the others come around the corner and assume the worst. Before a fight can ensue, Charlie irritably explains what happened. The boys don't like it, especially Mason, but Y/C asks for Charlie's number and she obliges.

A week or so later, Y/C shows up in the small college town where Charlie's from and convinces her to come out and get dinner with him. They have a great time and get to know each other. When they go for coffee on campus, however, they run into Mason and Charlotte and Charlie gets up and storms out. Y/C follows her out and figures out what's going on. He offers to help her make Mason jealous and Charlie hesitantly agrees.

Over the next few weeks, Charlie succeeds in making Mason jealous, or at least uncomfortable, but while she's distracted, Y/C is falling for her. One night, when they're hanging out and chilling, Y/C goes off about something, leaving Charlie confused and feeling feelings she hadn't felt before. Soon enough, she realizes that Y/C is the one she's actually in love with. At that point, will it be too late to salvage yet another relationship?

{Disclaimer: I don't want this to be a really fast story. I want there to be some actual foundation and development between the characters. I'll play Charlie and Mason. I really would like for this to be an advanced and solid thread and moving too quickly won't do that.}

Rules:
➳ Keep cursing to a minimum
➳ Be active
➳ Be advanced (3+ GOOD paragraphs, 5ish sentences each)
➳ Have good grammar and spelling
➳ Don't apply and never respond
➳ Apply with a guy
➳ Patience, young grasshopper
➳ No blatant sex scenes
➳ If you have any questions, just ask. I won't bite

Character Requirements: I won't ask for much here, just a photo of your character, his age, his personality, and any other information you feel it necessary to add.

Yay :) I look forward to seeing your character

OOC:
Awesome sauce :) We shall start in the big city ^_^

Rus looks awesome, btw ~

ALSO, sorry if I ever seem pushy in bumping the thread. I've got a lot going on with college and I just really want to write this, so yeah. ^_^

And one more thing, not all of my posts will be this long and jumbled, this is just the way it is because it's the first post, so bear with me :)

IC:
This day had not gone the way Charlotte had hoped. When the boys had texted her and invited her to the city to take pictures, she'd been over the moon. It was supposed to be just her and the guys, just like old times... But then he invited her. Mason invited the other Charlotte and everything came crashing down in a glorious storm. Everything Charlie thought she knew was slowly fading into nothing more than wishful thinking.

And then they'd ditched her. As if inviting a girl with the same name hadn't been bad enough, Charlie had been shoved to the back of everyone's mind with little more than a second thought and she wasn't going to lie, it hurt. A lot. She couldn't even enjoy her favorite thing in the world: photography. It was like... she couldn't stand still long enough to actually get a good shot without risking the group leaving her. She was mad at them, but she didn't want to get left in the city by herself.

Of course, that was exactly what happened. Charlie finally got fed up and decided she was going to get some good shots. Something good had to come out of this trip or she'd pull her pretty red hair out. Stopping to take pictures proved to be a great stress reliever, as she'd hoped, but when she looked up, the others were gone. That was it? Really?

Letting her camera hang loosely around her neck, the 19 year old irritably pulled her phone from her pocket, ready to call Ross and tell him off for letting them wander off with out her, only to find her phone completely dead. "Perfect," she huffed, shoving it back in her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she looked around. Before they'd wandered off, they'd all been in one of the in between areas. They could have literally gone anywhere.

Frustrated as all heck, Charlie decided to start walking and hope she ran into them. As she walked, she thought of all the rude things she would say to her so-called friends when she found them, knowing good and well that she would never say any of the things that popped into her brain. Somewhere along the way, she decided to go through some of her photos for therapy. In doing this, she took a wrong turn and before she realized it, she was walking down a dead end.

When she heard the voices, she knew she was in trouble. She dropped the camera and it bounced softly off her chest before hanging loosely around her neck again, still on a picture of her and Mason. Looking back the way she'd come, she saw a couple of men walking towards her, talking to each other and laughing. She suddenly became very aware that she had no where to go.

"Whoa! What do we have here?" One of the guys said, noticing her. Charlie stood frozen, trying not to show the utter discomfort she felt. She was slightly aware of her current appearance and felt even more nervous. In an unconscious attempt impress Mason, she'd wore cut off jean shorts and a dark, over sized hipster-esque flannel. She had long thin legs and she was a relatively pretty girl. This was not a situation she wanted to be in.

"She looks scared, Jack," the shorter of the two men said, amusement dripping off his words like poison. She took a quick step back as the other guy took a step towards her. Her back hit the wall and the air was knocked out of her. Charlotte stared at them defiantly, ready to fight if she had to.

"Give me this," the man, who I could only assume was Jack, snapped, grabbing Charlie's camera and yanking her closer to him. She let out a yelp and shoved his chest, forcing him back a step. He laughed before grabbing her arm. "Nice try, kid." His grip tightened around her arm, his fingers digging into her skin painfully. Without thinking, Charlotte screamed for help before being shoved roughly against the wall again, hitting her head hard enough to make stars appear.

It took a moment for Charlie to recuperate once the man released his steel grip on her arm. She brought her hand up and put it over the place his fingers had dug into her skin and stood rigid behind him, her back still pressed against the wall. She felt her entire body shaking. Her red hair hung down in front of her pale face, hiding one of her green eyes.

When the man had shouted from down the alley, it had spooked the two muggers, but when they saw him, the taller of the two laughed. "Get out of here, punk. Mommy's probably looking for you." They continued to laugh, not threatened or impressed by the boy's appearance. Charlie was also a bit unsure that this guy could hold his own, but she still stared at him, her eyes full of fear and silent pleading.

"You know what, Mikey? I think this kid is serious. The real deal," the taller man, Jack said, rolling his fist into his palm and cracking his knuckles. He took a few steps away from Charlie, approaching the new kid threateningly. "I'm thinking we should teach this one some manners." Glancing back over his shoulder, he sneered at the redhead. "See what you did, Red? If you hadn't screamed I wouldn't have to beat this kid's face in. It would've just been so much easier if you'd kept that pretty little mouth shut."

Charlie's skin flushed with horror, her eyes wide as she watched him turn back at lunge at the boy. "No!" she yelled, stepping off the wall, fear and guilt gripping her heart. She thought it was going to be two against one, but the shorter man stood back, ready to grab her if she tried to run. Still, she could see it in the stranger's eyes that he was afraid.

Charlie watched in horror as the scene unfolded before her. She hadn't expected the stranger to dodge the man's swing, let alone, grab his throat before he could react. When the larger man started choking, her eyes widened. She almost couldn't tear her eyes away. That is, until the other guy, Mikey, started moving to help his friend. In a heartbeat, Charlotte had extended her foot to the back of the man's knee, bringing him down hard.

A moment later, and it was obvious the two were ready to run. "Dude, let him go! You're going to kill him! We'll go! We'll go!" These guys had stepped in deeper than they'd been expecting. "You've made your point, dude! Come on!" Charlie watched, her head throbbing and her heart slamming against her chest.

Jack, the other thug, managed to slip out of the stranger's grip and the two men took off running down the alleyway, disappearing on the street. As soon as they were gone, Charlie slid down the wall until she sat on her knees, shaking all over. Her camera hung still against her chest, rising and falling as rapidly as she breathed. She ran a hand through her hair to move it out of her face before wincing at the soreness of the back where she'd hit the wall. She pulled it back, relieved to find no blood on her thin, pale fingers. With a shaky breath, she looked up at the stranger that still stood before her, looking plenty scared, himself. "Thank you..." she said quietly, her voice shaking violently. "If you hadn't showed up... I..." she closed her eyes and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to break the surface.

Charlie put on a brave face as the boy approached her, despite the fact that she was visibly shaking from head to toe. She could hear her heart beating rapidly inside her skull, pain detonating every time she blinked. Her arm ached as well from where the man had grabbed her and she was certain there would be a nasty bruise there later. "I'm Charlotte..." she said after he introduced himself. "My friends call me-"

"Charlie!" Instantly the young redhead's skin tingled as the familiar voice yelled her name, his British accent bouncing off the walls. Before she could say anything in return, Rus had been shoved out of the way and she stared in horror as Mason stood ready to fight the stranger who'd just saved her life.

"Mason! Ross!" Charlie cried out, flinching at the shock of pain that stabbed her brain. "Stop it! He saved me!" This brought about a bit of a stun over the group. Mason glared at Rus, distrust glowing in his green eyes. Ross looked on edge, ready to throw a punch if he needed to.


"Where the heck did you go, Charlie?" Mason asked in frustration, turning on Charlotte halfway. He still kept an eye on Rus. "We've been trying to call you for fifteen minutes!" Something in Charlie twisted and her jaw dropped a bit. Was he seriously blaming her for this?!

"My phone died," she replied shortly, her temper flaring. "And you wouldn't have had to have been looking for me if you hadn't left me in the first place!" A look of shock came over his face and Charlie shook her head. "While you three were off having a good old time, Ruslan, here, was saving my life. So if you would kindly refrain from acting like animals and leave him alone." She glared pointedly at Ross who raised his hands in conciliation, backing away from Rus. As she finished, she raised a hand to her head and staggered a bit. Black spots swam across her vision.

"Charlotte..." Mason reached out to help her, but she shrugged him off. Her vision cleared and she let out a soft exhale. Reaching in her back pocket, she found a pen. Moving past Ross and the other Charlotte, who she'd been pointedly ignoring, she walked up to Rus and grabbed his hand. After quickly scribbling her digits across his skin, she put the pen back in her pocket. "Call me sometime and I'll pay you back for saving me..." And with that, she turned and walked back towards the street. The others followed quickly, Mason holding back for a moment to glare at Rus before leaving.

Bumper Cars ~ I was thinking we could time skip a little. Rus could text Charlie and they could be talking all week and then he shows up in the town where she's going to college and invites her out for lunch. ^_^

OOC:
I'll do a quick post and you can have him text her or something and say that he's in town

IC:
Charlotte lied on her bed in her dorm, her fiery red hair sprawled around her head like a crown of fire. Her headaches had stopped earlier in the week, but the bruises on her arm from where the man had gripped her had yet to fade away, making t-shirts off limits. She'd barely talked to Mason and Ross on the drive home and even less since being back. Classes had helped in taking her mind off of her frustration, but she was still a bit salty towards them to say the least.

Meanwhile, she'd been texting the boy, Rus, from the city to distract herself. He seemed nice, so far and he had saved her life. So far she had really just enjoyed being able to talk to someone without feeling like it was a forced or one-sided conversation. She needed a break from her two best friends and this was working out nicely.

Rolling over on her bed, she sighed. It was Friday afternoon again, a week since the horrid city experience, and she had no plans. The boys were having a guys' night out and Charlie didn't have that many girl friends. Flipping her phone over absently, she wondered what her new friend Rus was up to. It wasn't like they could do more than talk... right? The city was an hour away and she would never ask him to drive all that way just to keep her company. Besides, he probably had plans of his own.

Lying on her back on her bed, Charlie stared at the ceiling blankly. Her phone vibrated a couple times next to her head and yawning a bit, she rolled over to check it. When she saw the familiar ID, she smiled. As she read the text, her eyebrows raised in surprise. It was so bizarre that she'd literally just been thinking about wanting to hang out with the boy from the city and now he was actually in town. What were the odds of that.

Hey! she texted back enthusiastically. I'm not doing anything, just hanging around the dorms and dying of boredom. She caught herself smiling a bit at the idea of hanging out with the boy again. They'd been texting on and off all week and they'd face timed at least twice, but she couldn't wait to meet up with him in person again. Last time hadn't exactly gone great.

Remembering the night in the city made her irritated like nothing else. It wasn't right the way her friends had abandoned her and then blamed her for going missing. She'd been lectured by Mason the whole way home but she'd bit her tongue. Her head ached where she'd hit it on the wall and she could feel the bump that had sprouted up where the skin was most tender. She hadn't talked to the boys since that night and she honestly had no problem with that. They probably didn't care she wasn't talking to them, but they deserved the silent treatment.

Charlie grinned as he texted her again, excited at the idea of seeing him again. I'd love to have dinner! she responded quickly. Give me 30 m to get ready! It was completely crazy to be going out with someone she barely knew, but he'd saved her life. He couldn't be that bad, right?

Rolling out of bed, the redhead had to take a minute to recover her vision from the head rush she'd received. After that, she made her way over to her dresser and looked for something to wear. A few minutes later, she'd squeezed into a pair of torn skinny jeans and a dark green sleeveless shirt that showed off just the slightest bit of skin around her waist. Facing the mirror that hung on her door, she remembered the bruises on her upper arm and frowned. The outfit looked better without a cardigan, but she looked like an abuse victim. Grabbing a maroon colored jacket from her closet, she slid the soft fabric up her arms and examined herself once more.

Charlotte had never really seen herself as beautiful, always being rather self-conscious about looks. It had only gotten worse when Mason had started hanging around other girls. She'd been trying to get him to notice her for years and a pretty blonde walked by and he was head over heels? It just wasn't fair. Mentally shaking herself, Charlie looked sternly into the mirror. "Grow up. You're going out with a great guy who actually cares about you. Forget Mason and Charlotte. You're going to have a great time." She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment longer before silently thanking the heavens that her roommate was never in the room. Grabbing her bag, she shouldered it and headed downstairs to set out to find Rus.

OOC:
Seriously sorry it's taken me forever to get back to this thread, I've been majorly slammed with school and life and it's just kind of gotten away from me ^_^" I'll try to be a little better with this in the future

IC:
Charlotte saw Rus and her heart did a little flutter. She grinned and walked towards him, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders as she moved. "Hey!" she said coolly as she came to a stop next to him. He was so much taller than her, which was saying something. Charlie had always been the tallest in her grade - generally taller than most other girls and some of the guys. "It's good to see you in person, again. After all the skype and text I was beginning to believe I'd just imagined you up and you lived in the screen." She laughed a bit awkwardly, brushing some of her fiery locks away from her face.

"So... what brings you to our humble town? It's an hour from the city and I can't imagine you came for the attractions, as there's absolutely nothing to do here." That had been the reason her and the others had been in the city that night. Sometimes, you just needed to get away, though, and if that was what he was doing here, she understood. "What're your plans for the evening?" she asked curiously, her green eyes sparkling up at him.