Roleplay anyone?
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Thread Topic: Roleplay anyone?
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AWww
Enya frowned, "Aw, no you're not." She answered with a smile. "Well, maybe you are." She opened her eyes and scrunched up her face.
Zane bit his thumb as he was left alone in the room. Frustrated, confused, worried tears streamed down his face. He didn't understand what was going on, and he was frustrated with himself and Grace. He was worried about her, sure. -
oh yeah, and we had to march Friday in 100 degree weather. *Dies*
Evan laughed and he slowly opened his eyes, and then he laughed twice as hard when he saw that Enya scrunched up her face. By that point he could hardly breathe.
Grace instantly grabbed her phone and put her ear buds in. She put on "Breaking the Habit" by Linkin Park and she laid there on her bed, forcing herself not to scream or cry. She knew the song that she was listening to would only make her feel worse, but she didn't care. She just wanted to think of something, anything, besides the kidnapping and Zanes mother being taken. -
Hot damn
Enya smiled and returned her face to normal. "I don't see what's so funny." She joked with a grin.
Zane just wanted to punch something, hurt something. At this point a blind anger was all he could feel. -
literally.
"You are," Evan said while poking her stomach again. He laughed a little and closed his eyes again, still feeling horribly tired.
Grace sighed and she sang along to the song a little as the chorus played. "I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream..." she said softly. Grace then clutched the bedsheets and unplugged her ear buds from her phone. The song wasn't helping her at all. -
Yes i know O.o
"Yeah, but.." Enya sighed, as she slurred this. A wave of grogginess hit her and she yawned again.
Zane really, really wanted to break something. Possibly his hand, like Enya had. Another flashback. He cringed and cried more. -
*throws paint at you*
Evan yawned as well, finding the yawn quite contagious. "But what?" he questioned just as tired as she was.
Grace finally got irritated and she threw her phone across the room at the wall. She was a little disappointed when her phone case saved the glass on her phone from shattering into a million pieces and she sat back down on her bed. -
*throws phone at you*
"I have no..f---ing idea." Enya answered. She wondered what her family was doing at this point.
Zane laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Everything in him seemed absent. He felt lifeless and dull. -
*takes phone*
Oh hey I decided to tell my internet buddies my full first name last night.
"Me either, but I never have an idea that often anyways so..." Evan laughed though he didn't really find what he said that funny. Evan sighed as he started to become more and more tired.
Grace finally just stood up and she started to anger stomp around her room. Anger was boiling inside of her and she looked like she was about to punch the walls even though sad tears were streaming down her face. -
Oh really
Enya smiled and nodded. She laughed a small bit, as well. "Why are you always so tired?" She complained.
Tears were streaming down Zane's face, and he felt especially sensitive at this point in his life. He mentally complained about his life. -
took six pages for someone to finally guess it.
Sullie-Ann
I hate it. o.O
Evan grinned a little. "Because I have to keep up with you my dear," he joked with her and then he sighed again.
Grace felt as if she should talk to Zane, but didn't know if she could. Or if he'd want to talk with her. Her fists clenched as she walked around the room again. -
Muahahah
"Oh well, it's my way or the highway." Enya teased with a grin. She closed her eyes afterwards.
Zane felt a weird feeling in his gut. He couldn't place his finger on it, but it was sour, twisted and unpleasent. -
meeeehhh
"Hmm...." Evan says as if he was in deep thought. "Wondering if I should take your way or the Highway... Very hard decision..."
Grace coudln't take it, she walked into the bathroom; she needed to hit something, and she needed to hit it hard. -
Thats a hell of a name
Enya surpassed a small thought of slapping him. "Oh, Evan, be nice. Plus, my way is always the right way!"
Zane hated this feeling. The absent feeling he had had now been replaced by this sour feeling he hated. -
No kidding.
"My way is better," Evan retorted with a laugh. He then poked Enya's stomach again to see if he could tickle her and make her laugh, but only a little.
Grace looked at the mirror in her bathroom. She saw a girl; a tired girl, a girl with flaws, a girl with scars. She balled up her fists. "I don't need it anymore anyways," she muttered, but she didn't punch it. -
Mine is a fleetwood mac song
Enya flinched a bit at this poke, retracting her stomach. She witheld a laugh and said, "What about..our way?"
Zane began to feel a stronger hate for himself. He blamed himself for Grace's scars, for his mother being kidnapped.
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