Flying too Close to the Sun
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Thread Topic: Flying too Close to the Sun
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A teen at the height of their acting/singing/some famous thing career has a life threatening experience that forces them to retreat from the public eye for a while during recovery. They're sent to a rehabilitation center out in the middle of nowhere and while there, learn what it means to be a normal person with the help of the center owner's child, who happens to be their age.
Also, the owner's kid hates the star's image. So much. And the star doesn't understand why.
I'd rather be the owner's kid. -
That's cool with me. Sorry, I fell asleep before you posted. I'll post my character after schoooool.
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You're fine broooooo
I'll do something similar, probably. -
Here.
Do I add the accident in the charrie form? -
Doesn't matter to me. Also, sorry for not being on tonight.
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gurl, don't be sorry
Name: Collin Wents
Age: Need to see yours
Looks:
Personality: He is usually a very levelheaded person, and is reasonable enough when it comes to conversations and whatnot. He doesn't enjoy certain things after experiencing his accident. He keeps a cautious eye out, but he's always done that. He enjoys hot chocolate and tea, and he asks for them a LOT. He likes sleeping. Sometimes he gets a little upset and it takes a little bit to get out of it.
What happened: After he shot an episode of his hit television show, Freezing Point, he was leaving the studio. He heard two loud bangs, and before he knew it, he was shot in both the shoulder and the knee. He heard another bang, expecting to get hit again, but he did not. This was what sent him to the center, for his damaged knee and his fear afterwards. -
Name: Aspen Carmichael
Age: 17
Appearance
In addition: She has glasses, but absolutely hates wearing them. Her glasses are standard greyish, square frames.
Personality: The daughter of a woman running one of the best natural rehabilitation centers, Aspen grew up surrounded by recovery. Despite knowing that people can (and usually do) get better, she's hesitant to trust. She's artistic and a bit of a daydreamer, but that doesn't stop her from constantly using logic and common sense. She considers herself to be intelligent and believe's that she's above the foolishness of the media. -
mm who goes first
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I will, I guess.
Sunlight poured through her window, basking the room in soft, yellow light. Somewhere outside, a bird chirped out a short tune, which was met by another's. The girl, hoping to sleep in for once, rolled over and pulled her blankets back up, quickly drifting back to sleep. She would've been content sleeping through the morning, but some things just weren't meant to be. As Aspen emerged into a strange dream that likely involved the bird chorus outside, her door was pushed open. The intruder was a tall, thin woman with a mess of curly blonde hair. Her presence was met with a groan from the girl, which was met with an annoyed sigh. "Get up, kiddo. Miss Laura needs help with her laundry this morning and I need to go make breakfast."
She hid under the covers, the mess of curly brown hair the only thing visible. She muttered a soft 'no' and silently willed her mother to leave. "You are such a teenager. You know, they told me having a teenager would be awful. I guess it could be worse, but you being a lazy butt in the morning is pretty bad."
She pulled back the blankets to her daughter's hips, and gently shook her shoulder. Aspen's eyes shot open as she was suddenly introduced to the lukewarm temperature of her bedroom. She slowly got up, grumbling, and went to get ready for the day. Her mother left the room, a small smile spreading across her face. -
wait im sorry is he already there or arriving there
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I think he's arriving? Idk man do what you want
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sorry sorry
He toyed with the light cast over his knee as the chestnut-haired nurse wheeled him nearer to the building. The pain inside of the knee was still there, as medication for it had not been worked out yet. His breathing was hitched and shaky due to this, and he could hear the nurse that he would be taken care of shortly. The front, main door of the building was in view. He stared at it, aware that he would be out of acting for some extended perid of time. They would find a new star and replace him, he was positive. That was how it all worked. Find a goodlooking, talented star, and when you don't want them, replace them. It was a dangerous cycle, and he knew, just knew he was the next point.
He was finally wheeled inside and told to wait. He nodded in understanding but grimaced. He attempted to conceal his facial expression but giving a fake cough and covering his mouth with his arm. Whatever this place was, he could tell it was going take some getting used to. -
She quickly brushed her hair and pulled on a blue, summery dress. The top floor of the old house didn't have any residents other than she and her mother, so she wasn't greeted by the morning chaos immediately. As soon as she headed down to the third floor, though, she was greeted by a cacophony of patients. An elderly man called to her from one room, wishing her a good morning. She waved back and managed to dodge a caretaker's cart just in time, pressing herself up against the wall of the narrow hallway. She darted down the end of the hall, replying in a rushed tone to everyone who greeted her. She stepped into the last room, in which a tiny, old radio was playing.
"Good morning, Miss Laura," she breathed, trying to hide the fact that she was slightly winded. She was in good enough shape, but the morning rush was always a bit tiring.
The elderly woman trying to open the curtains didn't stop to talk to her. Aspen walked over and helped her out, knowing the lady was short enough that this often was a problem for her. "So, laundry?" she asked, and was instantly met by a flow of words that she took as a yes. As she walked over to grab the bag of clothing and anything else that might need to be washed, Miss Laura continued on about the weather.
"Great! I'll bring everything back later, breakfast should be ready soon. Thanks, Miss Laura." She wasn't sure why she added the thanking, it was just something she and her mother had done as long as she could remember. She was out of the room before the woman could say anything back. -
He wasn't sure the reason, but it appeared as though he was unable to completely recall what had happened to him two days before. One thing he did know was that there was an immense amount of blood, or at least that's what he assumed. This prompted him to believe that he was on some sort of medicine that had succeeded in messing with his head. They had told him that he had not yet been administered medication of any kind, however, and so he pushed that absurd idea out of his mind.
He observed the few other people who were on the main flooe with him. He almost decided to start a conversation with one of them, but he chose not to, not wishing to seem needy. Twiddling his thumbs, he stared at the floor, pulling up details of what had happened before.
"You were leaving the studio, you walked out onto the sidewalk.." he whispered, trailing off towars the end. -
She stepped off the last stair and crossed the first floor's main hall. Aspen didn't seem to notice the quiet ripping noise coming from the bag of laundry until it was too late. Miss Laura's laundry spilled onto the floor, a few feet in front of someone she hadn't even noticed was there. As she bent down to pick up the clothes, she glanced up at him. He was in a wheelchair, muttering something quietly, his face caught in a worried expression. This was normal for Aspen. What wasn't, however, was that he was probably half the age of the youngest patient. The facility didn't accept patients under the age of forty, but... he was clearly here as a resident. She realized that she'd paused in confusion, and quickly went back to picking up the laundry.
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