Would someone like to soap with this plot?
Thread Topic: Would someone like to soap with this plot?
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Horror movie
Blue read it, nodding. "I've never been in a relationship, either." He said, sitting up straight. He stretched his arms out, moaning quietly as he did so. He glanced at the time once more. 2:17. The time of his brother and sister's arrival was getting nearer and nearer.
The time where the doctor would enter the room and tell him he had to go into a certain room number for an MRI and CT scan drew nearer and nearer. It was funny. He knew these things were going to happen, but he hadn't an idea when. He hoped a while from now. He was greatly enjoying his time with Liam. He made him feel all bubbly and warm inside, he made his blood flow three times as fast. He made his head spin, he was falling head over heels for him.
Not that he entirely wanted too, it was all going too fast. Too many events in one day, he'd say. Too many major things, too many major feelings. They were awfully conflicting, too. He had the positive passion towards Liam and the negative sorrow of the hospital. -
scarrry
Liam seemed surprised, raising his eyebrows suddenly. The door to the room flew open. The man Liam resembled most stepped in, stating,
"Mama doesn't want us out too late. We have to go before five o' clock, okay? Unless we can figure something else out." Once his son gave a nod of confirmation, he exited. Liam peered over to the handsome male sitting by him, putting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. The idea of his innocence and innocuous personality was exemplified through the position, his big eyes staring up at the other with a curl of his lips. He looked as though he could be a young child, he features more noticeable for some reason.
He didn't say anything, but he did grab the pencil, writing What was the worst thing that you have ever had to go through? As horrible as he feltasking such deep, dark questions, he felt like he needed more strings to attach to the idea of Blue and his entirety. He felt like he was just a balloon floating around in his mind, there and intriguing but not caught just yet. He smiled as he waited. -
Ye now we gon watch ghost adventures
Blue read the question, pushing the glasses up his nose once more. This was a bit of a no brainer for Blue. "Well, there are many incidences where I've been harrassed and bullied. But there was one time they came to my house, and they f---ing beat the s--- out of me. No one was home. I had skipped school and my mom was at work. They called me a faggot, since I always had a habit of looking around the locker room. They molested me, they beat me up, burned me. I couldn't go to school for two weeks."
He realized how dark of a subject this was, but it had formed him. It was one of the incidents that made him hate the way he was, before he came to accept himself. He showed no emotion as he explained this to Liam, and hoped he would remain objective to the event as well. They both had a fair share of their sob stories, and he wanted Liam to remain accepting of them, for the better. -
ghostly x)
Liam grimaced, looking away from him for a few seconds and shaking his head a few times. He grabbed the notebook.
That is absolutely terrible. You shouldn't have had to go through that. He placed it back down, leering at the words he'd placed onto the page. He felt sick for Blue. No person, no matter how rotten, should have to face the kind of torture that his friend did. It was unfair and made an uneasy feeling settle in the back of his head and throat. He shook his head again.
He hated his repetitive actions, but after so many years of expressing the same emotions the same exact ways, he was used to it. It was the only way he really knew how to communicate. He gave a comforting rub to the other boy's leg, folding his arms after words. He bit his top lip with his bottom teeth raising an eyebrow. As long as he was around, he would give it his all to ensure Blue's complete security and protection. He didn't ever want him to go through that again. -
Yes yes much fun
"What is the worst nightmare you've had?" Blue asked, tilting his head. He, himself, didn't dream much. When he did, however, he usually had horrid nightmares that haunted him after awaking. There was one he could specifically remember. He was stuck in a house, searching for his family. And when he found them, it was too late. They had already been brutally murdered with their heads torn off by a monster. He was a leviathan, with sharp teeth and black goo dripping out of his mouth.
They say dreams and nightmares have meanings. He wondered what that meant. Perhaps he was afraid of letting his family down? That wouldn't be too far fetched, he figured. It was an accurate fear of his as well.
He figured knowing about the other boy's fears and nightmares would teach him a bit more about him. Blue wanted to be close to him, after all. He was currently resisting the urge to scoot just a bit closer to the other boy. 'No, not now. Not yet.' He told himself. He didn't want to come off as needy or pushy to Liam. -
x3
Liam heart pulled. The worst nightmare he'd truly had was once again, about his Uncle. About a month before the man had committed suicide, Liam had dreamed about him coming home from school to share GoldFish and lemonade with his favorite family member. He walked around the corner, noticed the items on his table, but didn't see who he always did. He strolled aimlessly around the house, unable to scream or call the man's name. He checked all of the rooms until his body stood, breath heaving, in front of his uncle's cracked bedroom door. The boy entered to find the man in the corner, bloodied from slicing his wrists and arms almost to the point of self amputation.
He couldn't write that. He knew he'd break down if he even tried to put down the beginning to feel as though he had some inkling of courage residing within himself. Instead, he thought of his second worst nightmare. He acted as though he was very hesitant to write it. He seemed a little over dramatic, even, because he didn't want Blue to know he wasn't being totally dishonest. I was in my bedroom, writing a new poem. My old friend, Marina, was with me. We were sitting in silence. Suddenly, we heard thumps and yelling. Within seconds, three men were in my bedroom, seizing us and taking us into the living room. They bound our feet and wrists. I wanted to scream like Marina, make people know we were in peril. But I couldn't. I opened my mouth and nothing came out. They laughed at me. It wasn't fun.
He tapped the pencil against the page. What is something that you hate doingand why? -
I can't stop coughing ugh
Blue nodded at the nightmare. It did seem quite scary to him. He had many nightmares before, though. He was desensitized to them by now. They merely didn't faze Blue. He thought for a minute about the question. "Gym class. Getting up. Taking meds. They all make me feel terrible." These were quite simple examples, but there were quite a few more. He didn't want to seem like he hated doing everything, though.
"What do you fear the most about life?" Blue already knew one of the boy's fears, so be altered the question a little bit. For him, it would be failure. He hated letting anyone down, but yet he constantly did so. It drove him crazy. -
Sorry short
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need cough drops
not every post can be all long it's alright
That question troubled the shorter male. Fears were everywhere, he had plenty, as did everyone else. Fears about life, however, were on a completely different spectrum. He squinted, making a few of perplextion. After deliberating with himself on the issue of what to answer, he pinched the pencil between his fingers, writing, My biggest, greatest fear is probably dying alone, like relationship wise I guess. Not having a partner or a love before I die probably scares me. I want to experience that, you know? Call me soft, but you know, I guess I would be a little bit of a romantic if I was ever in a relationship.
He didn't put it down, but he felt as though he'd never had a relationship due to the problem of his muteness. Since communication was played such a major role in love and couples, he was mortified that nobody would want to put in the effort to either learn sign language or allow him to write while they did learn. It made him want to vomit on certain occasions in which he would focus on it. It was such an idiotic, first world problem and he felt s---ty for even fearing that in the first place.
If you could get rid of anything in your life, besides the depression as we've covered that, what and why? -
Ye I do
Alrighty
The boy read through the boy's answers. He could relate, a little. It's not like Blue really focused too much on how he was going to die; alone or in a relationship. He never found it important. He pushed his bar out of his face, as it was getting in his eyes. 'I need a haircut.' He thought.
Blue pondered the question he had just been asked. He was relatively content. But if he could rid one thing of his life, what he would rid? The boy tilted his head. He chuckled a bit. "I'd probably get rid of gym class," He told him, "it's torture. I get hurt or embarrassed almost every f---ing class."
He thought for a moment on what to ask Liam. "If you could live in any fictional world, which one would you live in?" He decided to ask. This was a good question, as it was quite general. You got to learn about the person's likes, and a little deeper about the person's inner workings as well. For example, if Blue could live in any fictional world, he would live in the world of Divergent. He would like to know exactly who he was. He would like to belong somewhere. These are things Blue had always wished, but never accomplished.
The boy remembered back before he had switched schools. He remembered one night in particular. Blue had tried to get his friend Mark to come over, but he had football practice. He had asked around, trying to find someone to come over. However, he had failed- no one was available. This dismayed him, so he spent the entire night in his imagination- reading, writing, watching movies. This was a typical night for Blue, after all. He would try to find a friend to hang out, but wouldn't find one and would spend the night reading. It was like a cycle.
Blue sighed, glad he had a friend to hang out to now. A friend he was becoming more and more interested in the more he knew about him. Liam was interesting to Blue. He kept on pulling him in, without fail. He wondered if Liam was interested in himself, as well. -
I will respond here but no post elsewhere
Also what day is it in the soap
Liam silently laughed when he heard the first half of the boy's answer, but promptly mouthed an apology after he learned how torturous the class really was. He pulled his eyes to the ceiling, raising an eyebrow as he contemplated what he could possibly say in response. He lived as an avid reader, always having his nose shoved into a new book. Words and the way various authors meshed words together in order to create something so real was intriguing. He let his legs stretch out as he remade eye contact with Blue. He placed the notebook on his own lap, writing,
Well. If I could live in an fictional world, I would live in the world of the Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Dark, I know. But it's a really fascinating world. It's twisted and tragic and it's one of my favorite Broadway shows.
I would like to keep doing this, but are your siblings going to be here soon? Perhaps when we hang out sometime, we can play again?
In reality, Liam wished for some time in which the two boys would be able to 'talk' normally and just hang out for a bit. He typically enjoyed that kind of time and held onto it in the terms of memory. As he waited for a response, he envisioned more about what the gifts from his uncle would be like. He still didn't want to believe that he was gone, but he knew that he would have to open his arms and accept it. He would do that the moment he was safe and secure in the pure protection of his bedroom. -
Monday cx
And oki
Blue nodded. "Yeah, they'll be here in a minute or two. You can feel free to leave any time. I know I'm boring." Cough. Cough. The boy couldn't help but cough twice. He glanced over to the time, 2:45. Yes, they would be there any minute. The boy rubbed viscously at his nose and nodded once more. "Yeah, let's totally hang out some time." After I get out of rehab. The boy frowned a little once more, the idea was fresh in his mind once more. When Liam would leave, he would have no distractions to keep his mind from wandering. His siblings didn't care, they didn't want to know. They just wanted to self pity about how damaged of a brother they had. More frowning.
After a few minutes of silence, two tall children walked into the room, a boy and a girl. The boy looked much like Blue, except with true red hair. He had the same face shape, same build, same dark eyes. He was tall, too, much like Blue. Freckles adorned his face- he was a bit tanner than Blue. Much like Blue, he had poor vision, and also wore large frames. His hair was also in layers around his face. It was like looking in a mirror. The girl, however, didn't look much like Blue or their mother. She had chocolate red hair done in a side braid, and her eyes were a pretty hazel. Much like the younger brother, she had many freckles. She was tall, like Blue, but she was much curvier, and possessed an athlete's body. "Hi." Blue greeted the two, and they murmured responses back, glancing at the other boy on the bed.
"Who..?" Jaune, the younger boy asked.
"This is my friend, Liam." Blue introduced, grinning. The girl said nothing, just nodded. -
gasp thank you so much x)
Liam snapped his fingers, an uncomfortable smile spreading across his face. He hurriedly jumped off of the bed, grabbing his shoes and sitting himself down on the chair where Paxton had been for a short while. The chubby canine climbed onto him, laying along his stomach and the top of his thighs. He chuckled silently, giving a loving scratch to the dog's ears. He adjusted his position so that Paxton's paws weren't digging into his belly. Once he completed that task, he rose a hand to wave and greet the other boy's siblings. His first worry was that they would be judgemental over his muteness as a variety of other people had. A popular question was, 'How can you be friends with someone if they can't even say what's up?' He absolutely despised beings who held those assumptions. His actions and writing spoke for him. Being able to form words meant nothing.
His phone vibrated a few times. Nearly rolling his eyes, he pulled the device from his pocket, patting Paxton like a young baby as he did so. The notification bar informed him of the fact that he had four new messages. His eyebrows flew upwards as he came to the realization that the sender had been Marina. He clicked in his pass code, hurrying into his messaging app. What met his eyes were a string of poisonous words sent by the girl that he trusted everything with. Marina's tone in the messages was insulting and humiliating. What confused him, however, was how poorly they were constructed. The female usually took great care in typing her words and ideas. yknow, liam, im glad ur gone BC I couldn't even talk 2 u anyways. sucks to be mute huh I got rid of that book of special signs u gave me BC I won't need em amywaus.
Liam was a pacifist, he didn't like to fight. In this case, however, he would have screamed if it was possible. No one, no one, had the right to speak to him in the way that Marina was. Right then and there, he deleted the conversation strand and went into his settings. From there, hesitantly, he blocked the girl's number. He clenched his teeth, swallowing back tears of awful infuriation. Instead of wallowing in the sorrow of losing Marina for good, he allowed for his warm smile to return to his facial features. He wanted to come off as respectful and kind to the siblings. -
Marina makes me angry hmph
Blue managed a warm smile towards Liam's direction, but his brother and sister were looking at him oddly. He could tell they were thinking. "Yes, Jaune?" He asked, waving the redhead over. Jaune had been staring at him and biting his lip in nervousness. Jaune, for the most part, was a regular kid. However, he had always had issues communicating. The thirteen year old boy walked over to him, whispering in his ears a few words. Blue's eyes watered, and he nodded gently. He hadn't expected such a thought to come out of an eighth grader, but he went ahead and asked anyways. The boy nodded back, walking out of the room. Rouge merely tilted her head at the odd display, but said nothing. "Little brother," She said warmly, "I love you." She walked up to the hospital bed, and held onto his pale, cold hand. "I always will, no matter what. There is nothing you do that will ever disappoint me." Blue, nodded, a small tear dripping out of his eye.
Of course, this was merely an emotional response. Blue was actually quite confused as to how much Jaune and Rouge knew. He couldn't help but assume all of it, by the way she was talking. He didn't mean to, but he raised an eyebrow. "Now, I'm going to go talk to the doctors, okay?" She asked. He nodded, a small spark of frustration igniting within him.
"She always treats me like a child~" Blue hummed, once she had left the room. "And he's growing up too fast." Blue didn't even announce what had just happened, or what Jaune had said to him. He found it both obvious and personal. He grabbed his wrist in his hand, gently rubbing his own arm up and down in anxiety. "You okay?" He asked Liam. -
she's a very strong c word bc liam was trying to be nice and not worry her :(
Liam's stomach pulled as he felt he didn't receive much of a positive reaction from the other two people that had arrived. He wondered if his suspicions were true and that they didn't think he was normal. He could feel Paxton pushing against him, nearly begging him to give him more love and to calm whatever nerves were bothering him. The sixteen year old pulled his beloved pet closer, returning to the place he'd been in earlier. He nodded as believably as he could, rocking Paxton as though he was a baby. He pointed to Blue as if to ask him the same thing.
Though he was attempting his very hardest to stay focused on him, how rude Marina had been was yanking at him and making him nauseous. It was one of the cruelest, most unfair things anybody had ever said to him. He decided that he would dwell on it, once again, later, in the safety of his own bedroom. He would watch the fish in his tank flutter around as though they were brother and sister, playing with each other. He would think about everything and let all the crazy stuff out. It was easy to do this as being mute made his crying silent. Nobody would ever suspect a single thing.
This automatically placated his worries. It might not have been the healthiest way of handling the situations, but it was what he'd known his entire life and latched onto like a toddler with his or her toys. He looked to Blue for his response.
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