Introduction
This roleplay follows the lives of six people, struggling to cope with homosexuality, alcohol, drugs, and abuse over the course of two years. Somehow, they have all found themselves at a support group that meets twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Over time, they will make friends, discover love, have each other. But nothing can save these hopeless cases.
Thinking 'Bout You - Frank Ocean
"Ever since that day that your lips 'accidentally' fell on mine at the beach, you've been the only one I've seen."
Boy One is what you would consider a nerd, but it isn't at all like that. Boy Two is what you would consider a jock, it is all like that. Chance or fate or something, brought these two together. They both started at Jefferson High School the same year, and while Boy One was pulled right into the nerds and Boy Two directly to the QB spot on the football team, Boy Two takes Boy One under his wing. And while everyone makes fun of and teases Boy One, Boy Two is always there to mess up anyone who dares try and hurt his little buddy. What will happen when an accidental kiss at a nighttime beach party leaves them on the outs?
Name | Role: Boy One | Age: 17, Senior | Taken
Name | Role: Boy Two | Age: 18, Senior | Reserved
Addicted - Saving Abel | Where Is Your Boy Tonight? - Fall Out Boy
"I want you, right now, in this bed."
Boy Three is a very successful drug dealer and a prominent member of one of the most violent gangs in the state. She is beautiful and popular, and taken by his younger brother, Boy Two. She met him through her boyfriend, and since then he has had an unhealthy obsession with her. Even though she loves her boyfriend, she finds him getting distant, and she begins to rely more and more on Boy Three. She is, obviously, too young for him, but that doesn't stop either of them. She wants to love him, he wants to love her, but she has no idea how bad his obsession with her is.
Name | Role: Girl One | Age: 17, Junior | Taken
Name | Role: Boy Three | Age: 23 | Taken
Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard
"I promise I will find you one day, and I will save you from this."
They were childhood sweethearts, inseparable. Until Boy Four was forced to move away with his rich and famous father at age sixteen, leaving the girl that he promised his heart to, alone. This sort of broke her, leaving her wishing and wanting him. Three years later, he is just like daddy, rich, famous, and wanted by any female under the age of thirty. But he's coming back for her, because he made a promise to her and he wants only her. Will that be enough to erase the years of pain he put her through?
Name | Role: Girl Two | Age: 17, Senior | Reserved
Name | Role: Boy Four | Age: 18 | Reserved
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So there he stood in his bathroom, nothing but a towel covering his lower regions. The deed was done. With a sigh, he turned the faucet, allowing the water to filled his cupped hands. As he splashed water onto his face, Monty felt a slender arm wrap around his waist.
"Morning, sexy," she giggled as she kissed his shoulder. He turned off the water, glancing at her warily. She kissed his lips, but he didn't kiss back. He didn't even know why she was still standing in his presence. He pushed her away before giving her a small scowl.
"You can get dressed and get the fuck out," he said as he entered his bedroom with her right on his tail. "And Rebecca, don't forget your thong this time."
"For the hundredth time, you asshole, my name is Katie," she sneered, pulling on her clothes with haste.
"Whatever you say, Wendy." He stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit it as he shimmied into his basket ball shorts. He stood by his window, watching the cars fly by and the potential clients roam free. Blowing smoke from his lips, he heard the satisfying sound of a door being slammed. She was gone. It was for the best, for Monty was unable to give her what she needed. He was a man of lust, not love. No strings attached, that was his rule. He glanced at the time, frowning when he realized that his group session was going to start soon.
This would be his first day there. He wasn't really interested in it, but his roommate managed to talk him into going. So far, he wasn't off to a good start since he'd already broke his pact to himself. 'NO SEX,' was his plan, but next thing he knew, he was in bed with some random girl screaming underneath him, or in this case on top. Was he addicted? Yes. Would he admit it? No. Monty wasn't looking forward to being surrounded by addicts and psychos, crying about how their mothers wouldn't hug them. Though, to his dismay, he was obligated to go. He'd just sit there silently and count to one hundred as pathetic soul after pathetic soul spills their heart out to perfect strangers. Oh, what fun! He puffed more smoke before flicking the rest of his cancer stick out of the window.
"Let's get this over with," he muttered, grabbing his towel and heading back to the bathroom to shower.
It seemed that everything he did, even the smallest thing meant nothing to them. Sighing again he took an anti depressant and finished washing up the plates, drying them quickly and stacking them away. Today was the first therapy session and he was both looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time he didn't want people knowing how hard he was finding his home situation and the fact that if he had not have told his parents that he was gay it would have been much better. Everything would be, well almost.
Pulling on his coat he called to his parents " I'm off out ill be back later " yet again silence. Shaking his head he walked out of the house and began the shortish walk to the therapy session. His mind wandering about seemingly pointless things.
Dean was attending these therapy sessions because of his mothers death. At least, this was what he kept telling himself. It was the only logical reason for him to be going, it certainly could not be because of the accident at the beach. The kiss between him and Alistair had been a big mistake, simply an accident that was never going to happen again. Especially since his girlfriend was sitting beside him in the passenger seat of his beloved Camaro. The car had recently gotten a lot of new additions. It was something he worked on when he had to think about something, or get his mind off that something. So of course he had been working a lot on it the last few weeks, and even Charlie was beginning to notice. His lovely black and white car now had new tires, had changed from green to the current colors, had a better radio system, and he was even working on putting a stereo into the back.
His girlfriend glanced over at him, looking worried. Hearing her ask if he was alright, Dean just nodded and started the car. "Just fine C." Everyone called her Charlie, so Dean called her C. It usually made her laugh, but this time she just looked even more worried about him. "Promise," he assured her, pulling out of the driveway and heading towards the therapy group. He wasn't entirely sure why Charlie was going, and she wasn't very willing to offer up such information. Just asked him if he would drive her there, and since he was already going he couldn't say no.
As they got closer to their destination, Dean began taking side streets. There was multiple reasons for this, to avoid traffic and such. But the most obvious one was that he was stalling.
Nine years ago her parents tried to kill her. Less than four hours ago she woke up screaming because these memories still haunted her. It was unfair, in her mind. That even though it happened so long ago, she could still be bothered so much by it. Most nights it kept her up until the early hours of the morning, and she barely got more than twenty minutes of sleep a night. The bags below her eyes got worse and worse, but anytime someone would ask about them she would dismiss their questions. In her mind, no one needed to know why she couldn't sleep. They didn't need to know why she could only take a shower, and only in a bathroom that didn't have an actual bathtub. Or that she was terrified to look in a mirror because she didn't want to see herself. And they didn't need to know that the reasons her arms were always so red-looking was because when she did sleep, she literally went insane trying to scratch the scars off.
Why was she going to this then? Because her older brother was pushing her into it. He was the one who had found her, nearly dead in a bath that was mostly her own blood. Since her parents went to jail, she had been living with him. They were very close, but like most siblings they still fought all the time. This had been a particularly bad fight, and he said that if she wouldn't go that he would kick her out as soon as she turned eighteen. He had never been so serious about something, and it frightened her enough to push her to go. When she found out her boyfriend was going too, it got a little better. Currently they were in his car, and she noticed he had begun to take side streets- probably trying to waste time
"Dean," she began, but her eyes caught someone familiar. "Hey, isn't that Alistair?" After convincing her boyfriend to pull the car over near him- he was rather reluctant to do so, which confused her very much -she rolled down the window and called out to him. "Alistair! Want a ride?"
" that was close Alistair" he mumbled to himself sticking his hands in his pocket as he walked.
The bag of crack was brought to him from his butler. The man was good at finding the best kind, but a bag everyday was going to kill Niko. Shaking his head, Niko moved away from the bag. He wanted to forget that the thing ever existed. He wanted help.
When he looked in the mirror he saw his eyes were wide with bags under. These things showed on his face whenever he was having withdrawal symptoms. He shook his head and his fist connected with the dresser. "Damn it!" I shouted as he looked back at the mirror. Her face was smiling at him from the picture they took one day in the summer. He wanted her, he missed her.
He also wanted to get better for her. Picking up a piece of chocolate from a bowl, he grabbed his robe and went to the shower. When he got out, he dressed and picked up the brochure that was on his shelf. "I will get better." He grumbled as he put on his clothes and grabbed it. "For her," He said as he picked up his keys and went to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
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The bag of crack was brought to him from his butler. The man was good at finding the best kind, but a bag everyday was going to kill Niko. Shaking his head, Niko moved away from the bag. He wanted to forget that the thing ever existed. He wanted help.
When he looked in the mirror he saw his eyes were wide with bags under. These things showed on his face whenever he was having withdrawal symptoms. He shook his head and his fist connected with the dresser. "Damn it!" I shouted as he looked back at the mirror. Her face was smiling at him from the picture they took one day in the summer. He wanted her, he missed her.
He also wanted to get better for her. Picking up a piece of chocolate from a bowl, he grabbed his robe and went to the shower. When he got out, he dressed and picked up the brochure that was on his shelf. "I will get better." He grumbled as he put on his clothes and grabbed it. "For her," He said as he picked up his keys and went to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
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The bag was from his butler. The man was good at finding the best kind, but a bag everyday was going to kill Niko. Shaking his head, Niko moved away from the bag. He wanted to forget that the thing ever existed. He wanted help.
When he looked in the mirror he saw his eyes were wide with bags under. These things showed on his face whenever he was having withdrawal symptoms. He shook his head and his fist connected with the dresser. "Damn it!" I shouted as he looked back at the mirror. Her face was smiling at him from the picture they took one day in the summer. He wanted her, he missed her.
He also wanted to get better for her. Picking up a piece of chocolate from a bowl, he grabbed his robe and went to the shower. When he got out, he dressed and picked up the brochure that was on his shelf. "I will get better." He grumbled as he put on his clothes and grabbed it. "For her," He said as he picked up his keys and went to the 1967 Chevrolet Impala.
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I would very muchly like to reserve boy two, if Naught sadly doesn't manage to send in a character in time that is
^w^ pretty please?
I've been thinkin' 'bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?
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@Yuffey & Horseygirl, are either of you planning on posting or should I just move on?
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nightwolf wrote:Aww and then boy one is left on his lonesome I will post tomorow
Hah, Boy Two will definitely stick around to bother Boy One. :P
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nightwolf wrote:When would the posting be set though during the therapy sessions maybe the first one.
I figured the first therapy session would be a good place to start. Then, Boy One and Two would probably break off, perhaps bringing Girl One with them since she and Boy Two are currently dating.
I forgot to mention that Boy Three and Boy Four are supposed to be sharing an apartment, so if their players still want to do that then Boy Three and Four could leave together. If they don't want to do that, then Girl One and Boy Three could leave together.
Then Boy Four would probably want to bother Girl Two, since this would be the first time that he sees her since he left her when they were teens.
I don't know, but it'll start at the first session. xD Everyone can control the therapy person, imagine him as like... Stanley Tucci. His name can be, Doctor Zimsky. (I'm so original.)
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Alright, anyone want to write this first post for me? x_x
I'm hoping to have it up tonight... I hate making the first post.
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Naught doesn't seem to be returning to completely Boy Two, so for the time being I'll be searching for someone to take his/her place.
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yuffey wrote:I'm so sorry for taking so long on posting my character! It will be up today as soon as I finish with the pictures.
Dfjkahsdlkfjhadsflkjsad. Jensen Ackles. <333333333
Sorry. XD Those pictures are from like, back when he was in Ten Inch Hero. o: <33