SILVER LININGS PLAYBOOK (SOAP)
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Name: Emma White
Age: not sure how old these peeps should be.
Looks: Light blonde hair, a brownish sort of eyes, super model like height, Beige skin, only few freckles.
Personality: She changes her personality depending on the person she's speaking with. If she doesn't like the person she can be harsh and sharp, if she likes the person, she can be the kindest soul in the world, if she just met the person she can be shy and unsure.
Likes: Dancing, music, swimming, running, and kids.
Dislikes: Idiotic people, and many other things, including the color pee yellow.
this okay? I can change some stuff to fit it in with the plot, just let me know ^_^ -
Name: Mitchell Brandt
Age: need to see yours
Personality: Mitchell, before his time in the mental institution, was a funloving, caring person. But when he found his wife going at it with his colleague and friend, he completely lost it, breaking into a psychotic episode. He suffers from bipolar disorder and clinical depression. Even though his wife caused him so much emotional turmoil, he still wishes to reach out to her. He's now somewhat bitter, but attempts showing everybody that he is getting better, despite not wanting to take his medication. Certain triggers set him off, and you never know what could happen. He is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.
Looks: Mitchell has short, chocolate brown hair that he usually keeps we groomed. His dark brown eyes are just as nice, capturing the attention of many people that he meets. He has some facial hair that I won't specify, and he is a Caucasian male.
Triggers:
He and his wife's wedding song: "Collide" - Howie Day
Certain sayings - "Baby, calm down." "You're going to ruin everything." "Why didn't you come home late like you said you would?"
Pictures of he and his wife's wedding
A few places - 'Dale's Diner' 'Sports Locker' -
How does 24 or 25 sound?
she's fine btw -
Yeah, 24 sounds good ^_^
wow, my first soap when the characters were in their twenties.
Yee sweet!
NOT IT. -
FARCK CHUUU
iKR IT'S UNUSUAL
I forgot to mention, unless you saw, the girl has a dead husband, but if you don't want that, it's fine.
"Mitchell, Mitchell, sweatheart..." Mitchael Brandt almost instantly recognized the voice that was as sweet and as smooth as golden honey. His eyes fluttered open, turning to examine the other human, a woman. This woman wore deep orange hair and a pleasantly plump body. There was no mistaking that it was, in fact, his mother. A small grin formed on his face as he came to a stand, his mother taking him in her arms.
"Ma, what are you doing here?" he asked gently.
"I'm here to take you home. Eight months without seeing your son is horrible, especially when your father believes you to be the special charm for the Eagles games. We need you and your luck back." She put a hand on his cheek. "I need you back at home, sweetheart."
"Ma, Layla is probably at home, right? Waiting for mw?" His mother gave him a frown.
"Sweetie..." Her eyes told the story. He dropped his head sadly.
"I understand...Mmm, alright, I'll go home with you." He furrowed his brows, noticing the suitcase by her side. -
*Mitchell
*me -
Oh cool, dead husband is awesome.
Well, sad, but awesome for the story.
But cool and-
You get what I mean.
and s--- I don't know what to write. :/
Emma was still fast asleep. Emma is visiting her brother-in-law for a dinner party that they're supposed to have soon, also for a dancing competition. Her dreams were dark and empty for once, and she was glad for the utter surprising emptiness. She saw the emptiness as a bliss almost. -
Yes I UNDERSTAND.
do you possibly just want to skip until they meet for the sake of not getting bored xD
After packing anything that he had taken with him, Mitchell's mother lead him away, grinning because she was finally getting her son back. Mitchell's eyes showed signs of sleep loss, but she said nothing of it. She had made the smart decision of finishing all paperwork before taking her son out.
Mitchell rubbed his eyes, as it was the middle of the night and he had finally gotten some amount of sleep. This didn't matter, however, now that he was going home. Everything seemed to be falling together. He could attempt seeing Layla. Who would it hurt? -
Why'd ya caps lock 'understand?' xD
Yes please?
Wait, should Emma dress up all fancy, or just, fancy casual?
Emma slowly began to wake up with the sun seeping though the curtains. She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she sat up to look around. Her eyes had trouble with adjusting to the light but everything felt normal soon enough.
She put her legs over the bed and stood up. She felt utterly lost; like she didn't know what to do; like she didn't belong there. Quickly, she shook her head. Of course she belonged there, she was with her family after all, wasn't she? -
to be DRAMATIC
However you want. :3
Here I'll skippity skip
Mitchell was deciding whether or not he should wear the football jersey his father bought him to a dinner party that he had been invited to. He almost decided against it, completely aware that his friend's wife was also so picky. He thought, however, that it would be alright, seeing as he wouldn't have to do much, anyways. He threw the Jersey on over a black tee shirt.
He picked up the flowers that he had bought for his friend and his wife. They were beautiful, expensive white roses, which he felt went along with their personalities quite well. He smiled at his choices, feeling as though he had actually done something righr. -
SKIPPY SKAT SKIP.
okay :3
Emma was helping to set the table. A man whom she's never bet before is supposed to be coming soon. What was his name again? Mike? No, Mitchell, yes, Mitchell, that was his name.
Emma is wearing a white blouse that has silver threaded in with it. Her blonde hair is up in a high bun with strands of her hair falling out of it; like a waterfall.
The smell of the food hangs thick in the air, and everything is warm, welcoming, and bright. She laughs as that thought crosses her mind; a Christmas song is in her head for some reason. -
do you wanna know how this scene is in the movie or just go along with however it goes wif our imagination
YES
Mitchell headed downstairs to explain to his family where he would be going. He discovered his father in his study, where he was methodically and meticulously placing things where he felt they belonged. The older male turned to him when he sensed his presence.
"Yes, Mitchell?" he asked.
Mitchell gave him a warm smile, explaining his plans for the night. His father listened intently, genuinely interested in his son's whereabouts. Every so often, he wound peek at the flowers or any feature that caught his eye. Eventually, Mitchell concluded his explanation with a slight nod of finish.
"That's fine. Have a great time." He waved to his son, who promptly exited the study, leaving to jog to his friend's house. -
Your soap, I can do whatever and change it, no trouble :3
I miss Sara and her "Skippy happy fun time" thingy thing that she always did. IDK where she went doe.
"I think everything's laid out now," Emma states while setting the last plate of mashed potatoes on the table. She turned to her brother-in-law and sister and smiled. "When is Mitchell supposed to be here, again?" -
in the movie, she wants to leave and have the guy take her home but gets mad when he says he's married and that she has a dead husband, which she tells him shortly after they get to her house, which is the addition behind her parent's house
it doesn't need to be like that but that's how it goes xP change it around i guess
oh yeah they run into each other while jogging a lot but once again we could make that something else
I KNOW Dx She kind of just disappeared.
i will be brother?
Ronnie turned to Emma with a small shrug. "I suppose he should be here soon. He usually is on time for things, so I expect he will be here." He offered a warm smile, gently adjusting a few things so that he table was perfect. He stretched his back out directly afterwards, glancing to the kitchen.
Mitchell was jogging at a steady pace, already halfway to Ronnie's house. He was not allowed to drive automobiles or motor vehicles. This was due to the medication that he was supposed to be taking, but refused because he hated the way they made him feel -
KK ^_^
Dx her last post was "*bites ann*"
don't ask how I know that.
Sure cause I have like... yeah xD
I can be the wife, Veronica, right?
Emma nodded and returned the warm smile. She backed away from the table as if she were to ruin it by just standing by it. She smiled at the way the tabled looked. It reminded her of Thanksgiving for some odd reason. Funny how she thinks of Thanksgiving and had Christmas songs stuck in her head. "Alright, perfect," she says in an upbeat voice.
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