i need a rp please!
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Thread Topic: i need a rp please!
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You know what? Why the hell not. I haven't fallen asleep yet.
Plot:
Two mentally I'll people are on the American road trip. Things ensue from there.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Hair:
Height:
Weight:
Eyes:
Disorder:
Personality:
Other:
If you don't like it, tell be to screw off. If not, well, okay. -
Lol sounds fun
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I might be able to start tomorrow, but I can fill out my sheet today. How does that sound?
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Name: Clara stone
Age: 18
Gender: female
Hair: silvery white
Height: 4.5
Weight: 75
Eyes: one is yellow the other is light gray
Disorder: Mpd
Personality: Clara is very shy and likes to be alone. Her other personality is quite the opposite, being rash and easy to anger
Other: Clara is slightly telepathic -
Sounds good
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Damn, we chose the same disorder o.o here he is before I make the bipolar one.
Name: Chris Krause
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Hair: Dirty Blonde- almost brown. Starts out straight, the curls near the end. Has obviously not washed or brushed it in a while.
Height: 6" 2
Weight: 122 lbs
Eyes: starts yellow around the iris, then turns green as it pans out.
Disorder: DID(dissociative identity disorder), also known as Multiple Personality Disorder.
Personality: His main personality is a usually withdrawn individual who tries to think things through, but will start getting angry if you pester him long enough.
Other: he has two other identities, named Carl and Ken. Carl is the 'Super-Ego' of the three, and worries and thinks too much, while Ken is the 'Id' of the three, and usually throws himself into things head first, not caring for caution. -
Lol ok
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Name: Chris Krause
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Hair: Dirty Blonde- almost brown. Starts out straight, the curls near the end. Has obviously not washed or brushed it in a while.
Height: 6" 2
Weight: 122 lbs
Eyes: starts yellow around the iris, then turns green as it pans out.
Disorder: Bipolar disorder
Personality: While he is in his manic mode, he is quicker to anger and is more grouchy than his depressive part of the cycle. On his best days durning his mania, he gives any disapproving behavior a few minutes before rudely asking them to stop, at his worst during this part of a cycle, a tap on the shoulder can leave him yelling.
During his depressive part of the cycle, he's quieter and more approaching. Chris during this state doesn't interfere as much, and barely yells. Doesn't mean he doesn't snark once in a while.
Manic=more vocal about opinions and won't back down
Depressive=quieter and will do whatever you ask him to(most of the time)
Other: Is pretty friendly when on his medications. -
Crap I was tired. I need to fix a few parts that I left out.
Disorder: Bipolar disorder and (undiagnosed) Asperger's
Personality: While he is in his manic mode, he is happier, and more energetic as a whole, he's quicker to anger and is can be more grouchy than his depressive part of the cycle. On his best days durning his mania, he will talk nonstop about his favorite subjects unless someone actually tells them, and at his worst during this part of the cycle, a simple question can leave him yelling.
Other:Hates his full name -
lol ok. not it!
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I was walking the side of the street, counting the seconds. The seconds to what, I didn't know or care. "Three.. Four.." I whispered, looking at my breath as it disappeared. It was either the fourth or fifth of January. I left so late it was probably the latter. "Seven.. Eight.." I continued, yawning on eight. I started to shiver. Damnit. Should of worn a thicker jacket I thought, yawning again. "I should probably get to a gasstation. I have a few dollars to spend," I shrugged, given up on counting. I continued walking down the street until I came to a T in the road. The Great Lake of Michigan was to the left, and Winthrop Harbor was to the right. Straight ahead was a bike trail I used to walk through when I was younger. "One.. Two.. Three.." I restarted, heading right.
(I might have to go soon. I'll be back in a few hours.)) -
Yo. I'm back xP
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clare hummed as she looked out at the lake. she smiled and started singing 'demons'
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(Crap, sorry.))
There wasn't much traffic on the main road, but when the occasional car passed, I waved, as did the driver. It was just habit. Me and my mom and dad used to sit in the front yard, each doing our thing. Whenever a cyclist or driver passed, we all smiled and waved. Be polite to strangers, my mom always said when I was younger. You never know when you might meet them again.
Of course, that's when you live in Everytown, USA. The flyover states. Of course, not everywhere in the Midwest is like that. I know someone from Detroit. They said it was terrible. I look up from the pavement and see that the Gasstation is only a few meters away. I quicken my pace. I glance inside the window and see that Linsday is working the nightshift again. She's a twenty-something year old. Couldn't afford too much dept, so she stayed here and went to community college. She was dozing off at the counter.
I opened the door to the minimart, and the bell rung, jolting Linsday from her nap. "Sh-!" She almost cursed, before glancing at me. "Oh god, Christoher. Don't scare me like that " Linsday sighed. "I thought you were my manager.." She ran her fingers through her hair. "So, why're you out this late?" She questioned me.
"Couldn't sleep," I shrugged. "Decided to clear my head and go for a walk."
"Mmhm," Linsday laid her elbows on the counter, resting her head on her hands. "So, did you walk here to to light up this place with your amazing presence or are you going to buy something?" I only smiled at that statement, remembering when we were kids- I was six, she was ten when we first met. Our mothers were part of some sort of club, and we were stuck together.
I can't remember exactly how it went, it was so long ago, but I remember that she hated me, and I just went with it. After a few months, she started warming up, and the rest is history.
"Hel-lo?" Linsday said, leaning over the counter. "You still there?"
I shook my head, getting out of my small trance. "I'm fine," I said.
"So.." Linsday started again, relaxing. "Whadoyou want?" She slurred slightly.
"Can you buy me some smokes?" I asked her. "I have more than enough money for 'em."
Silence.
"Uh.. Wouldn't your ma be pissed?" Linsday said after an awkward pause. "I mean, I'm fine with it, butI don't think it'll be fine with everyone else.
"They won't know," I said quickly. "Can you also get me a light?"
"Sure," Linsday shrugged turning to the wall of cig greeted behind her. "What type doya want?" She asked.
"Er, whatever you get," I shrugged, getting out my wallet.
"6.74, Chris," Linsday put the two objects on the counter.
I fished out a ten and put it in her hand. "Keep the change," I spouted, collecting the light and smokes. "See you," I waved, heading out the door. She didn't get to say goodbye before I left.
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