Jesus Christ.
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Thread Topic: Jesus Christ.
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Jesus Christ that's a pretty face, the one you'd find on someone I could save...
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I really want to do an rp based off of this song, if anyone worth working with is on... .3. -
Im on phone so I can't see the video but what song is it?
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MANDEROO IS LISTENING TO SONG NOW~. :D
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:D Yay, Mandy! Please, please, please, do this one with me~? I have a plot and everything~
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Okie! :3 Can you explain a bit, please? xP Sorry, it's been a rough day so my brain has a lot of bad thoughts going on I can't think/see straight. ;~;
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Okay. I have a few plots, actually. So there's a few ways we can go with this.
One, angst-y romance. Possibly abuse, etc.
Two, something to do with an impending divorce. A married couple is falling apart. Cheating, etc... But they have children.
Three, a transgender girl (girl --> boy) is navigating their way through an extremely rough life. Her parents want her to be Addison... But every bone, every muscle, every cell in her body screams Adam. It would be about their struggles... A dear friend, a girl, tries to help, but they're beyond repair.
:3 I personally would like to see how the third one would turn out. (And I've never fully had an opportunity to rp a transgender person yet.) But any of them work for me. Also, feel free to add anything you'd like. (New plots, different things, etc.) -
Hm, third one sounds pretty good. Anything else about it?
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Not really. We can develop a plot while we do it. :3 Charries?
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Sure...wait...are you the transgender girl?
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Name: Addison/Adam
Age: 17
Other: Transgender. Feels as though she is trapped in her female body. Everyone in her life pressures her to be Addie and only Addie. Emotionally distraught and broken. Shy, quiet, and sensitive. -
I was thinking I was... But if you want to be, I can switch it.
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Name: Zara
Age: 17
Other: Friends with Addison, wants to help her, accepts her being transgender, kind, sweet, outgoing. -
I'll start.
Addison stared into the mirror blankly at the person that stared back. This isn't me, her mind screamed. Her light eyes scanned over the person's soft cheek bones, button nose, and feminine features. Her hair was light brown and spiky, like Adam's. At least I have one thing right. She glanced down at the clothes she was wearing. A floral tank top and a black skirt. The shirt was neatly tucked in at the waist, accentuating her figure. Her feminine figure. The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust, repulsed by what she saw in the reflecting glass.
"Addie! You'll be late for school! Let's go," her mother called, jingling her car keys. The brunette's eyes flickered over to the bottom drawer of her dresser. It held Ace bandages, baggy shorts, jeans, t-shirts, and sweatshirts. Her stuff. What she was wearing? It wasn't Adam. It was Addison... Addison was a girl. But Adam wasn't. She hated this; others constantly not knowing what pronoun to associate with her name. Is it Adam or Addison? Adam was the answer, 98% of the time. Sighing, the brunette grabbed her black backpack and trudged down the steps. She took out her cell phone and texted Zara.
Another day in hell. Let's get going. -
Zara looked at her small cell phone to see a text from her friend, Addison. Or, as she called her, Adam.
I'm sure it won't be that terrible.
She quickly texted back, biting her lip. She hated seeing Addison in so much pain and confusion, like she was fighting a constant battle between herself. Knowing she can't win without losing something else.
Zara sighed as the bus pulled up to her familiar school ground. Looking around her, she saw many happy teenagers all smiling and laughing. While complaining about little things like their homework and parents not letting them go to some party. Her face grimed. If only they knew how hard it was for some people.. She thought, getting up and off the bus.
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