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male - 15 - straight (he thinks) - tired -
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As I neared the Chemo room I felt a hand grab my own and spun me around so quickly I felt a bit dizzy. I was about to start yelling at whoever had decided to practically assault me in the hallway, when I saw a small, dainty woman standing in front of me.

"Glynda?" I asked in surprise, tilting my head slightly to the left. Glynda was my favorite nurse at the hospital. She didn't treat me as if I were some sick child that needed help to heal, instead she treated my like an actual person and it was great. I remember on the day I'd found out I had cancer, she's been in the room with me. When my parents and I both started to cry as if our lives were over, which was partially true in my case, she shook her head and crossed her arms. I still remember the exact words she'd told us, she'd said "Don't act as if everything is over. The worlds still spinning, the planets are still in orbit, the sun still has a gravitational pull. Nothing has stopped and nothing is over." I still have to tell myself that sometimes.

"The one and only," Glynda said cheerfully, "I have a surprise for you, no chemo today." She said, hooking our arms together and leading me away from the chemo room.

"No chemo?" I asked doubtfully. I was never aloud to skip chemo. Ever. Skipping chemo was the equivalent to slicing the tires to a car. The whole entire trip was now put on hold because of one small detail.

"That's right! You have group therapy instead today." She said, pulling me towards a different hall.

"You've got to be kidding me." I grumbled in annoyance as Glynda led me to the group therapy room. I hated group therapy. It was depressing and it made me feel like I was just some kid that was slowly dying and had no hope what so ever.

"The doctors said they want to quit giving you Chemotherapy for a bit. As of right now you are in pretty good health and other paitents need chemo more than you do right now." Glynda said apologetically. I sighed because this wasn't the first time for something like this to happen. To often the doctors would say I was getting better, only for me to fall right back down again.

"Yeah," I replied, not knowing what else to say. When Glynda and I reached the room I paused for a brief moment, unsure of myself. "Do I have to?" I asked pleadingly.

"You'll be fine." Glynda said with a soft chuckle as she opened the door.

And now begins the longest hour of my short, tragic life.

(That's fine! I'm almost always jumbled up in my thoughts, and I liked your post. C: )
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you take my fucking breath away
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WORK IN PROGRESS

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Gerard Arthur Way

Pronunciation: Jur-Are-d

Nickname(s) or Alias: Gee, Geebear, Party Poison

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: *15

Birthday: April 7th

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nationality: American

Religion: Atheist

City or town of birth: Belleville, New Jersey

Currently lives: *Belleville, New Jersey

Languages spoken: English

Native language: English

Relationship Status: *single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5' 5

Weight: 125 pounds

Figure/build: Gerard is a bit 'soft' in the middle. He doesn't have an especially muscular build, although he is far from fat. He has narrow hips paired with average shoulders and average sized arms. He is fairly short and has a bit of adorable chub on his cheeks. Gee isn't especially intimidating due to his stature, and he doesn't see any reason to be ashamed of that. Gerard doesn't want to be intimidating, what Gerard does want is to be more fit. He is extremely self conscious about his body and longs for what society believes to be the "perfect" build.

Hair color: Gerard has a habit of dying his hair, so it often varies. His natural hair color is light brown. His favorite color to dye his hair is a "fire truck red".

Hairstyle: Varies, although he does prefer to keep it longer.

Eye colour: Hazel

Skin/fur/etc colour: Gerard has olive skin due to his Italian genes.

Tattoos: *none

Piercings: *none

Scars/distinguishing marks: *Gerard always has scars and bruises on the right side of his chest due to his chemotherapy and other treatments.

Preferred style of clothing: Gerard likes to wear band t-shirts paired with dark colored skinny jeans and vans. He also really loves hoodies.

Frequently worn jewellery: None

HEALTH

Smoker? *No, although he used to be.

Drinker? *Yes

Drug User? Which? *No

Addictions: *None

Allergies: fucking pollen

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: Thyroid Cancer which has spread to his lungs

Any medication regularly taken:

PERSONALITY

Personality: Gerard is a pretty out going person. He loves to be able to talk to people and make good friends. He likes to talk a lot and speaks in an overly poetic way.

Likes: cats, pancakes, painting

Dislikes: war, fighting, yelling

Fears/phobias: spiders

Favourite colour: green

Hobbies: painting, sketching, writing

Taste in music: punk rock, alternative

SKILLS

Talents/skills: painting, writing

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? He can drive pretty well

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: omnivore

Favourite food(s): skittles

Favourite drink(s): monster

Disliked food: dried/cooked fruit

Disliked drinks: milk

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[font=georgia][size=10][color=black]thank you for our little infinity
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[size=36pt]gerard;[/size]

male - 15 - straight (he thinks) - still tired -
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When Sydney saw me I let out a soft sigh and for a brief moment wished to be anywhere but here. It wasn't that I didn't like Sydney, the girl had a lot in her. I know how hard it had been for her to overcome her depression and become the little energetic ball of sunshine she is today. She was tough and wore her scars as a reminder that she didn't have to let things get bad again. A reminder that she was capable of so much more. For that, I respected her and found her to be a person whom I could enjoy talking to. The only problem with her was that she was a bit… overwhelming. I tolerated her spew of energy though, because I know that she really does mean well.

I offered Sydney a slight smile just to satisfy her, before moving to sit in the only empty seat. I was just about to sit in my seat when I froze. I had never seen this boy before, which was strange because I knew almost everyone in the hospital, patient and staff alike. I'd been pretty much living in the hospital since I was eleven, meaning I'd had a lot of free time to get aquatinted with everyone. I looked curiously at the boy, wondering what his story was. He seemed to pretty and young to have cancer, so I ruled that out immediately.

Cancer patients looked different from regular ones. People with cancer looked sick, pale, and thin like other sick people did. The only difference was in their eyes. People with cancer had this look in their eyes, like they had already accepted death. It was as if they were trapped in this void, and no matter how hard you tried to claw your way back out to the open, it pulled you back into the darkness. This boy didn't look as if he'd been trapped into oblivion.

I didn't even look at him for a full ten seconds, but it had felt like hours. I shook my head and slid into the seat beside him, still wondering why he was here. I noticed his leg was missing. He must have been in a car accident. There was no way someone that didn't look broken and lost could have cancer.

As the circle went around I waited patiently for it to get to the new kids turn. I knew all of the other people's stories already.

When it got to the boy's turn, I listened carefully. I found myself to be very interested in most everyones story here, and this kid was no exception. After he'd finished I watched him for a brief moment, wondering why bad things happened to people that probably didn't deserve it.

When I noticed it was my turn I looked out at the pitiful group of people before me and shrugged slightly.

"Gerard Way, 15, cursed with Thyroid Cancer since I was 11 years old. I haven't so much as left this damn hospital for four years." I said, not bothering to make my voice sound even remotely cheery.

(Neat? I've never thought of my writing to really be anything, so thanks I guess. I like your writing a lot, your posts are waayyy longer than mine.)

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nicotine
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Okay, so first you need to give me an example of a normal role play post you would make! ^.^
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I N F I N I T Y
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Does anyone want to do a bxb Roleplay with me? c:
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I N F I N I T Y
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Okay! Any particular plot?
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