underwater
Thread Topic: underwater
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underwater.
c1 didn’t mean to do anything wrong that day. actually, they meant to do something right. but their kind act inadvertently played a role in a deadly tragedy. in order to move on, c1 must learn to forgive—first someone who did something that might be unforgivable, and then herself.
but c1 can’t move on. they can’t even move beyond the front door of the apartment they share with their mother and little brother. c1 feels like they're underwater, unable to surface. unable to see their friends. unable to go to school.
when it seems c1 can’t hold their breath any longer, a new boy moves in next door. c2 reminds them of the salty ocean air and the rush they used to get from swimming. c2 might be just what c1 needs to help them reconnect with the world outside.
and here's the char sheet:
name:
age:
sex/gender:
sexuality:
nationality:
appearance:
personality:
likes:
dislikes:
disabilities:
other: -
cool thx for making this! i'll start working on my character sheet tomorrow after work
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no problem, take your time!
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(i'll post my char in a bit, i keep forgetting to lmfaoo)
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name: juniper "june" doyle
age: 18
sex/gender: female
sexuality: bisexual
nationality: american
appearance: faceclaim 1, faceclaim 2 (julia antonelli)
june has a slender build with an average height of around 5'5". she has an ivory skin tone, curly brown hair that falls to her back and brown eyes. she also has a small cluster of freckles around her nose. june isn't one to "doll up" necessarily, as most of the time she prefers to wear casual clothing with minimal makeup. she will frequently wear hair ties around her wrists.
personality: june has always embodied the image of a diligent student, her disciplined nature evident for as long as she can remember. she had never been one to challenge authority or question the rules, she simply just followed them. growing up, her quiet and shy demeanor meant she had few friends, but she found solace both in her love for reading and swimming. often, she would spend hours beneath a tree on the school grounds, engrossed in a book until sunset rendered the text unreadable. then, she'd close her book and head to the beach, the only place she felt free, and take a swim. when she was finally done, june would head home to find her mother already passed out and her little brother eating a tv dinner.
now a high school senior, june's goal remains clear. with a singular focus on gaining admission to boston university's marine biology program, she believes everything else will fall into place for her and her brother thereafter. the drama of high school relationships and excitement of social events seem to escape her, she will do anything to achieve her dream and create a better life for themselves. she thought, until one accident changes everything for her. changes herself.
likes:
- reading
- the rain
- photography
- oversized clothes
- take-out food
- astrology
dislikes:
- alcohol
- blaring sun/hot weather
- social media
- cooking
- waking up early
- having her personal space invaded
disabilities:
- generalized anxiety disorder, unmedicated
- depression, develops after the accident
- post traumatic stress disorder, develops after the accident
other:
- frequently bites her nails
- left handed
- drives a pretty banged up mercedez-benz station wagon, it's blue (where it isn't rusted) and the front hood is tied down with a cable -
name: elliot c. manners.
age: 18, almost 19.
sex/gender: male.
sexuality: straight.
nationality: american.
appearance:
personality: very energetic and playful, a little sarcastic, very caring, protective, extremely loyal, golden retriever type guy, very trusting, kind of a people pleaser, not the best at dealing with emotions (whether it's others or how own) but he tries his best, really hates seeing people upset and tries to make them better.
likes: art, music, video games, soccer, and his dog (ironically a golden retriever-)
dislikes: talking about his feelings, flirty people (only bc he gets flustered when they actually flirt back lmfaoo), honestly not much else.
disabilities: undiagnosed ADHD.
other: acts fruity but is straight asf lmaoo. -
awesome should i start or would you like to?
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(if you have any ideas for how to start, sure :))
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ok sure! 👍 i’ll hop to it in a lil while
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(kk ^^)
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Beep, beep, beep.
May 15th loomed large on June's horizon, a date that held the weight of her aspirations and dreams - the day of the SATs. This date in particular was highlighted with bold red marker on her calendar, a constant reminder of the stakes involved. This test was not just a series of questions; it was a pivotal moment that could shape the trajectory of her entire career. June had no intention of settling for community college; her sights were firmly set on one of the nation’s most elite marine biology programs. The thought of being confined to a cramped, threadbare apartment in the heart of New York City, trapped in a monotonous 9-to-5 existence, was unbearable. Boston University represented her beacon of hope, a chance for both her and her brother to escape their current struggles. Today, it is imperative that everything goes perfectly.
Beep, beep, beep.
Mmm, this bed is so comfortable. The young woman thinks to herself in her dream. Imagining herself as a princess from a long-lost ancient kingdom, June luxuriates in the soft embrace of her silk sheets, allowing the sensation to envelop her. In this dreamscape, attendants hover nearby, offering grapes, fanning her gently, or tidying the space with quiet diligence. One servant carefully raises the edges of the canopy with a delicate touch, allowing soft light to filter in. But suddenly, the servant reaches over and shakes her awake with urgency. June's eyes fly open, locking onto her brother's exasperated expression as he grips her shoulders firmly. Her eyes soften as her mind comes to terms with reality.
Beep, beep, beep.
"Hey, idiot. You don't hear that stupid thing?" June's younger brother, Julian, complains as he points to her alarm clock. "Well, I did. Allll the way from my bedroom. And now I can't go back to sleep, so thanks." He sighs, shakes his head, and promptly leaves the room.
"Oh, sorry Jules." June mumbles, rubbing her eyes. She nonchalantly tosses her hair out of her face and turns to the alarm clock to check the time, before flying out of bed in a panic, almost cartoonishly. It's already 8 o'clock? Are you serious? June's hand crashes down onto the alarm clock with such force that it nearly leaps off the table. In a whirlwind of motion, she changes her clothes at breakneck speed, giving little thought to the mismatched ensemble she assembles: a dark green hoodie, worn jeans, a pair of socks that don’t even match, and her ever-present, scuffed Nike sneakers.
She dashes into the bathroom, yanking her hair into a high ponytail, resulting in a wild, frizzy halo that tumbles over her shoulders. After a quick teeth-brushing and a splash of cold water on her face, she sprints to the kitchen. With the cabinets nearly bare, her only breakfast option is a stale pack of strawberry-flavored Pop-Tarts, which she quickly shoves into the pocket of her hoodie. Grabbing her bag and flinging it over her shoulder, she slams the front door behind her, the sound echoing through the house. Meanwhile, her mother remains oblivious, sprawled on the couch with a bottle of Jim Beam resting on the table, completely undisturbed by the morning chaos.
As winter reluctantly gives way to spring, the season brings with it the inevitable spring showers. Today, the rain is relentless, drenching everything in sight. "Of course I forgot to check the weather before I left." June mutters to herself, frustration bubbling up as she tucks her frizzy high ponytail into her hoodie, pulling the hood tightly over her head. She dashes to her car, mud splattering her already grimy Nikes, and jabs the key into the ignition. The aging station wagon sputters and groans in protest, releasing a puff of exhaust smoke as it fights to start. With a burst of speed, June tears out of the driveway. -
(lmaooo sorry i always get carried away with the first post trying to provide context
you don't have to give nearly as long as a reply i promise haha) -
Tick, tick, tick.
A boy snuck into his father's room just before he headed out for school, blocking out the sounds of his parents' yelling from in the kitchen. He crouched down beside the bed and stuck his hand underneath, pulling out a black case with a handgun inside. He opened it and checked the contents with shaky hands, picking up one of the cases of bullets and checking it was full. He quickly stuffed it back in and closed the case, grabbing his duffel bag and opening it. He took out his books and stuffed the case inside, covering the case with the school supplies before standing. He rushed out of the room and downstairs, ignoring the screams and the sound of a cup hitting the floor as he left the house. He looked out towards the road as he saw it had started raining, checking the time on his phone. Of course he was late.
Tick, tick, tick..
He tugged his bag over his shoulder and pulled his hoodie up, starting to run down the street and to the school he attended. More like hell hole he was cursed to. His heart pounded as he kept looking down at his bag, the case with the handgun heavy, like an anvil. He couldn't stand the school, the students and the teachers. He was sick of the looks he got from them, like he was some sort of monster. Well, if they were gonna treat him like a monster, he might as well act like one. He slowly stopped running and paused, catching his breath. The rain started getting heavier, but it was just background noise to his pounding heart. He stared at his shaky hands, pausing for a moment and asking himself: "Was this the right thing to do?" Of course it f---ing wasn't, but he was too far gone. It didn't matter anymore, nothing did. He just wanted to watch the world burn, just like his life was. He wiped the water from his face as he kept walking, not caring if he was late anymore.
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The downpour that day was unforgiving, transforming the world outside into a blur of gray and water, making it nearly impossible for the young woman to see the road ahead. June gripped the steering wheel tightly, her vision obscured as the rain pelted the rusted blue hood of her car like a barrage of bullets. Shifting in her seat, she squinted and craned her neck, desperate for a clearer view. The windshield wipers screeched in protest, struggling to keep pace with the storm even at their maximum speed. As she neared an intersection, the faint outline of the stoplight flickered into view, and a wave of dread washed over her as it shifted to yellow. A knot formed in her stomach as she weighed her options, contemplating whether to say f--- it and speed through the light, risking running a red.
Despite her urgent desire to reach school on time, June is unable to shake off the gnawing anxiety that a police officer or surveillance camera might be nearby, watching her every move. With no funds to cover a potential ticket, or time to talk to the police, the thought of being pulled over sends her heart racing, knowing it would only delay her further. Clenching her jaw in determination, she decides to hit the brakes hard. However, instead of coming to a quick stop as she intended, her car begins to hydroplane across the slick surface.
"No, no, no..." she gasps, her voice laced with panic as she desperately fights to regain control. The vehicle spins wildly in the intersection, emitting a piercing screech and leaving a dark rubber mark on the asphalt. "Not that way, think..." she urges herself, attempting to steady her racing thoughts as she turns the steering wheel in the opposite direction. In her frantic state, she inadvertently shifts her foot back to the accelerator, sending the car lurching dangerously toward the sidewalk, where a young man dressed in black is walking obliviously.
"f---, f---, f---! Oh my god, get out of the way! Please!"
June calls out to the young man from her car, uncertain if he can hear her voice. With a final, frantic twist of the steering wheel, she manages to align the vehicle parallel to the curb, narrowly avoiding a collision. One of the rear tires rolls off the pavement and onto the curb, grazing the grass before bouncing back onto the concrete with a jolt. Finally, she brings the car to a careful stop several feet from him, quickly activating her emergency lights. With a heavy sigh, June removes her feet from the pedals and rests her forehead against the steering wheel, her trembling hands running through her hair in a desperate attempt to regain composure. As tears threaten to spill from her eyes, she fights to steady her breathing, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her.
After a moment, the young woman shamefully steps out of the vehicle. Twiddling her thumbs anxiously, she walks over to the young man slowly with her head pointed down. "I.. I-I'm..." June begins to sob. "I'm so sorry... I-I really am..." she hiccups. "Are you okay?" -
The boy looks up when he hears water splashing and the sounds of car brakes squeaking, seeing a car headed towards him. He freezes in his spot and squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if he were praying for the car to his him. Despite his hopeful wishes, he opens his eyes just a mere minute later to see the car had stopped, a young girl climbing out. Tears filled her eyes as she walked over, an apologetic look on his face. He almost couldn't hear what she spoke, her face a blur to him, but he knew what she asking. "No, yeah, I'm- I'm fine," he replied with an awkward chuckle, nodding as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter.
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