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OOC~ Can I join?

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OOC~ I like to call myself somewhat in-between, but I'm on mobile so sorry for any errors. Do I just post a picture and jump in?

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IC~ [size=20pt] Casper Fränz Gordon

I trudged down the cement sidewalk, watching the rhythm of my footsteps as I walked. I sighed, muttering the word 'sorry' in repeat as I bumped into random people on the crowded sidewalk. Of course the word was never repeated back to me- this was New York for Christ's sake. I was lucky to have been born in Germany, at least I had decent enough manners, even if I spent most of my life here.

I decided that I needed to get my mind off things and glanced at a street sign. There was a Starbucks not too far from here, and an iced coffee would really help get my mind off of all the stress that has been thrust upon me. Stress you may ask? Well, I have always been quite a virtuoso, I love to sing and I am talented with many instruments- such as the piano, guitar, and saxophone. My parents don't care though, even though I only just turned 21, they have my entire future planned out, apparently. According to them, I'm destined to follow in my father's footsteps and become a famous surgeon. Pfft, as if. I'm clumsier than a bat.

I suddenly felt something- or someone- bump into me, and being the klutz I am I stumbled over my own feet and fell right onto my backside. I looked up, ready to apologize when the girl who I assumed had bumped into me blurted out one before I could say anything.

"No, no. It's fine, I wasn't looking where I was going either." I said, my German accent still thick. I accepted her hand, standing up. I took a look at her. She was beautiful, I flashed her a smile, running a hand through my hair. "And what might your name be?" I asked, hoping she wasn't a tramp like almost every other girl.in this city.[/size]

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IC~ After I heard her speak her name, I couldn't hold back my smile. Jazmine had been the name of my late grandmother, a kind and loving woman. "Jazmine, what a beautiful name." I chuckled, running a hand though my thick hair- something I do often, it was a strange habit. Looking back at her, I happened to notice the reddish tint to her cheeks and my smile widened.

I straightened my posture by the slightest as I acknowledged the question she had asked me. "Oh, my name is Casper. Casper Gordon." I told her. I watched her eyes, and she was either checking me out, or just being observitive. It was hard to decide with these New York girls these days. Deciding, to try to make some small conversation, I spoke up.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself? I asked. So maybe I was flirting, just a little bit. But she was pretty and seemed nice to far so getting to know her couldn't hurt, right?

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IC~ Hearing her reason, and seeing her growing blush, my eyebrows raised slightly. "A job?" I asked. Our housekeeper had just quit because of family problems, something about divorce. I pitied the poor woman, but we couldn't do much so we had to let her go.

We needed a worker, maybe this lovely Jazmine girl could fill in for her. I sure wouldn't mind having her around the penthouse for the time being. "Our housekeeper just quit, so we have a spot open, you know, just in case you're interested. And it's nice to meet you too, Jazmine." I said with my almost signature smile, putting my hands back into my pockets.

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IC~ I grinned back at her in return, happy that she had accepted my offer. It would be nice having her around, I liked her. Glancing back at the coffee shop, I decided that I'd go ahead and ask if she wanted to see the place. Starbucks isn't going anywhere for now.

"I'm glad, and it's no problem, really." I chuckled. "So, uh, would if be a problem if right now I showed you around the penthouse? Just so that you can get familiar with it." I offered, looking at her somewhat expectantly.

In my head, I was hoping that maybe after that we could stop by a few places around town. I wanted to get to know her better because she didn't seem like a tramp and she had a nice manner so I wouldn't mind getting to know her more, at all.

ASPEN GEORGIANNE HOLLISTER

- Very short light brown hair
- Dark forest green eyes
- Somewhat short, about 5'4 and a half
- High cheekbones and dimples when she smiles
- Ears are pierced with a double piercing on her right ear
- Skinny, a healthy weight
- 16 years old

PLOT~

Aspen has always had the cancer in her ribs, she probably wasn't born with it like she tells everyone, but she likes to believe that. It makes her feel a bit more normal, somehow.

Ewing's Sarcoma is rare bone cancer that usually occurs in male teenagers and young adults. But because Aspen is known to have an unfortunate string of bad luck, this happened, but bad luck has never been this extreme for her.

She's had surgery, but the doctors said they weren't ready to take it out, some medical cr*p that no one understood but them. So Aspen is stuck with the deadly thing in her ribs, short hair, and pain. But at least she can walk around.

She's never been one to make friends. She got bullied at a younger age for always drawing and writing poetry and stuff, basically for expressing herself. Aspen was never mean, she was just different and in a generation like this that's not okay.

Your character has a mother with breast cancer, but it was left untreated for too long and now it needs severe work, risking the life of the patient. She needed to go to a better hospital, and that happens to be the one where Aspen goes to.

All it is is simple eye contact. Your character and his family (you can choose siblings and whether or not he has a father). He is crying from stress and worry, while Aspen is going in for her radiation therapy with a strait face.

After that, her mother has to sign the usual sh*t-load of forms so Aspen decides to sit by your character. She doesn't ask what's wrong, she just comforts him, something that she has always been good at. After that, they exchange phone numbers, deciding to stay in contact, which they do, but it takes an unexpected turn to romance, all the while Aspen is still battling bone cancer.

DETAILS~

- Cussing will be involved, don't be shy about it.
- Try to describe your character like I did, I don't want a picture.
- Please use correct punctuation, grammar etc...
- Three or more lines.
- Be active and try to post more than once a day.

OOC~ Thank you! Do you mind if I start?

IC~

OOC~ Okay, and your post doesn't have to be this long, I'm just starting off the thread. (:

IC~ I rubbed my arms,my head down, looking at my shoes as I walked into the hospital. I was used to this, I guess, but it still scared me every time I had to go for radiation therapy or chemotherapy or any other treatment because they had to check up on me. I was scared of them finding something worse, but it doesn't matter anyways.

My mom patted my back comfortingly, sighing. "C'mon Aspen, pick up your feet. It'll be over before you know it." She said, so I did as told and walked a little faster.

Mom led me into the lobby so she could check us in, which usually didn't take long but it looked a bit busy in her today. I looked around, into the open door of the waiting room. Call me nosy, I don't care. I'm just curious even though it breaks my heart every time I look in there. I usually see people crying, asleep, anything. It's painful to see.

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IC~ I took her question into consideration. I hadn't really thought about that. "You could have it be live-in if you want, we have a few spare bedrooms so it's your choice." I replied a moment after her question. The thought made me smile more as I looked into her eyes. Some people found it strange that I did that, but I don't care. I think people's eyes tell a lot about them, call me a weirdo, it's true.

While examining her dark orbs with my own light blue ones, I could see speckles of worry, causing my eyebrows to crinkle slightly and my smile to falter. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked her, taking my hands out of my pockets in concern.

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IC~ I looked at my mother- she was still waiting for the somewhat long line. I looked around the hospital once more, seeing some guy with blood all over his face in a gurney being rushed into the large hospital elevator. That made me cringe and I decided that it was safer to focus on the waiting room for now.

In it, there weren't as many people as there usually was. I scanned it from left to right, as if I was reading a book. First, an older man who was asleep in his seat. Second, a tired looking middle-aged woman with her son who looked about 7. Her son was crying about his daddy, and I inhaled, moving on. Next was a father, a grandmother I'm guessing, and three kids. After that were a few more adults either on their phones, sleeping, or just sitting there staring into nothing. But the last people on the far right side of the room were the people that got to me the most. It was a girl, I couldn't really tell how old, who was crying, then a boy who might have been my age- or older, but I couldn't tell because he was crying so hard. I don't know why, but my heart squeezed at the sight of that- it was strange, I was usually used to seeing people like that, but this was different somehow.

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IC~ I watched Jazmine as she seemed to straighten up, that foggy look in her eyes going away. I continued to examine her features while she appeared like the was thinking about something- maybe debating something in her mind. I just shrugged mentally, as she asked the next question.

Why would she want to go somewhere private? Was whatever wrong that bad? My eyebrows crinkled together in some form of confusion but I nodded. "Um, yeah sure. Follow me.." I said softly, lightly putting my hand on her upper back so that I could lead her out of the Starbucks and to the side, where the garbage cans were. I think the only person who'd be there would be a hobo or something. I stopped when we were out there, not saying anything and allowing her to take her time as I put my hands back into my pockets.

[size=35pt] Mircey Halliday George [/size]

-18 years old
-Ivory skin
-Dark forest green eyes
- Dark brown hair that goes down her her hips
-Small tunnel piercings, double piercings, cartilage piercings, small nose piercing, and a lip ring.

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[size=18]Rules~

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IC~ I was listening the whole time, all throughout her explanation my eyes showing deep concern and sorrow. No body should have to go through that, especially not her. She was so nice and I felt so bad for her. So as soon as she finished telling me everything I pulled her into a tight but soft hug, releasing her a few seconds later and gently holding her by her shoulders.

"Of course I still want to hire you, you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't deserve to be in a relationship like that, the guy has to be a total *sshole. I'll tell you what. Whenever you want to go back to the apartment and get your stuff, I'll come with you to make sure he doesn't hurt you, is that okay?" I said, taking a long inhale of oxygen due to the fact that I had said all of that in one breath.

OOC~ Of course, you're the type of person I'm looking for. Do you mind if I start?

IC~

OOC~ Sorry, rushed post

IC~ I just smiled softly at her, softly rubbing her shoulders with my thumbs. "Of course I would do this for you, and if you want to go now we can go now. And don't worry about me, he might not even be home for all we know." I said with a small shrug, trying my best to lighten the mood a little.

I looked at my feet for a moment, before offering her my hand and looking down the street to where my car was parked. "C'mon, I parked just down the street." I said warmly.

OOC~ Ok, thanks. And your's doesn't have to be this long, I'm only getting it started. It can be as long as you want.

IC~ It was a slow day. I'd only been here since Monday and I already knew that. We'd only had a few people come in, but that was more around mid-day and since it was in the evening we were supposed to be getting more customers, but it was surprisingly empty.

"It's getting dark, Mircey. We know you don't like the dark." One of the voices said. Now this wasn't anything bad, this was the stuff I'm used to. Them saying stuff that would try to scare me then going away. It only got bad if they 'attacked'.

"Shut up.." I murmured under my breath, making sure no one could hear me talking to myself. I didn't want anyone thinking I was crazy. I needed the money 'cause I'm pretty sure my parents are kicking me out soon.

"Don't speak to us that way." It growled. I ignored it, repeating the words 'they're not real' over and over again in my mind. I was trying to learn to control them, but I don't know how to make them go away. I'm cursed with them, I can't help it.

Suddenly, I felt pain. Pain in my head. Headache, very bad headache. I made something that sounded like a muffled groan, putting my hand on my forehead, closing my eyes and leaning on the counter for support.

"Mircey? You okay?" I heard one of my co-workers, Jean ask. I shook my head, stumbling back a bit.
"What's wrong?" She asked, I liked Jean. She was a nice person. I felt her step closer to me, taking hold of my shoulder.

"Can't let her know, Mircey. But she's gonna find out. You're crazy, insane. people are scared of you. don't trust Jean, she's evil. Everyone's evil." The voice snarled.

"Shut up!" I whimpered, feeling Jean's hold on me tighten.

"I-I.. Sorry? Here, come with me I think you need some water." She said, trying to comfort me.

"Don't trust her, she's going to get you alone in the supply room and stab you, leaving you to rot." It said. I pulled away from her, opening my eyes but keeping them squinted.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled at her, backing up. I don't trust anyone.

She grabbed me by both my shoulders tightly, looking me in the eyes as I squirmed. A few more of the other workers came out, along with our boss.

"What's going on. Mircey, what's happening?" Out boss asked, looking pretty annoyed. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see the one customer that was in here right now leaving quickly. I didn't answer our boss though, just continued to try and get away from Jean, she held onto me tighter, scaring me, so I kicked her in the shin, quickly backing away from everyone, fear evident.

"Jason, try to keep her still." Our boss said, looking pretty p*ssed. Jason, a pretty muscular guy, came up to me, looking unsure of what to do. He reached for my arm, but I screamed.

"Don't let him get you. He's going to torture you." the voices said, in a high pitched shriek. I tried my hardest to get away from Jason, but he pinned me against the wall, looking pretty scared of me. I Screamed again, the voices telling me all the horrible things that the people in this restaurant could do as I struggled to try and escape.

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IC~ I smiled at her as we walked down the side-walk. "Well, there really isn't a good reason. But I'm a real softy, and I didn't think you deserved any of that, I'm trying to be as nice to you as I can." I said. And it was true, plus the fact that she was incredibly gorgeous. But I wasn't going to tell her that, I didn't want her thinking that was the only reason I wanted her at my house. I liked her personality, too. She just seemed so sweet and I was dying to get to know her better.

I then squeezed her hand in a sort of reassurance, leading her to my car, a white Lamborghini. I walked around and opened the door for her, letting her get in before me.

OOC~ That's great, thank you.

IC~ I could hear my boss, Jason, and Jean all trying to calm me down at one. Spoiler alert, it wasn't working. I heard the familiar jingle of the entrance bell and my boss ordered Madeline to go take care of the customers while he told Jean to call 911.

Wait, what?! 911?!

"You're dangerous, they think you're having a spaz. They're sending you back to the asylum, don't let them answer the phone!" The voices taunted. Oh God, no! I don't want to go to a mental hospital for adults, I heard those were even worse than the one I went to!

I shrieked, trying to bring my hands up to my ears and managing to kick Jason in the stomach. He made an 'oof' sound, and his grip loosened, but he firmly held me down again before I could escape.

Then I heard someone telling Jason to let me go. It didn't sound like one of my co-workers, I wondered if it was another voice. It couldn't be though, the voices sounded like they were centered inside of me. This one was definitely coming from the real world.

"He wants Jason to let you go so he can burn you, then burn down the restaurant, then the city. Apocalypse, Mircey. Don't trust him. Don't think he's doing good." The voices hissed, making me scream once again, but now I'm sure it had been almost non-stop.

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IC~ Before I knew it, Jason's force was gone and I head the shatter of plastic and/or glass on the tile floor of the restaurant. The noise shocked me, and I straightened up a bit, realizing only now that my eyes had been clenched shut this entire time.

Then, my hands were enclosed with warmer, larger ones and I feared being pushed back again, but that never happened.

I couldn't hear anything over the screams of the voices, though soon their shrieks started to fade and I could head someone talking to me softly- probably whoever was holding me still.

I don't know what it was that made me relax- this never had worked at the asylum. I usually just writhed around until 'they' went away.

I opened my eyes once the voices were gone. I couldn't really understand what the guy in front of me was saying, but his tone of voice made me relax. I tried to focus on his words and make sense out of them, but everything seemed hazy.

Eventually, I broke the eye contact I had with him and looked at what else I could see in the room. I cleared my throat a little, but that hurt because my throat was incredibly sore from all that yelling.

All the workers were staring, and so were the people sitting at one of the tables. I assumed these were his friends. I looked on the ground, where Jean's cell phone lay broken. I guess that was the shattering sound I head.

I looked back at the guy in front of me, opening my mouth to speak but closing it, not trusting myself with words right now.