Ella and Chloe.c:

[wanderer]

Hello.:)

Here tis.c:

So which of the ones listed were you most into the idea of?
~Self harm
~Suicide
~Anorexia
~Domestic absue
~Addictions(Drugs, alchohol)

I probably added another one as well, but which sort of appeals to you.:3

[[deleted user]]

Hey there!

How about one of
-Anorexia
-Depression/self harm
-Suicide

The others I don't know if I could rp them to the fullest.. :s

[wanderer]

I'd really like to do one based around suicide, since I haven't actually done that before.c:

I've made characters based around the subject, but never an actual RP, so I think that could be fun.
Also, were you wanting to RP doubles or singles? That way we know whether we need 1 or 2 plots.:)

[[deleted user]]

Which would you like to do? I don't care.

Alright! Suicide it is. Wow, this rp is going to be a bit dark.. Also, will both of characters be dealing with suicidal thoughts and all, or just one of them? Or what did you have in mind?

[wanderer]

I was thinking maybe we could have a girl(or boy if you prefer) maybe coming out of a failed suicide sort of thing. I'm assuming a sort of romantic thing(I'm a sucker for those) and then we could have other characters branching off such as family and friends who are trying to deal with the fact that the girl(or boy) tried to kill themselves, and her/his struggle to get past her/his depression. Something like that? Possibly we could add in a factor of bullying which would sort of, start off those thoughts, also a close family member could have died(a sibling?) and maybe she/he could have witnessed their death if it was from a shooting or something.

(Sorry if I'm babbling or not making any sense, just say and I'll try explain better.c:)

[[deleted user]]

(Haha, don't worry, I understood it... I think.)

Great idea! Just so we are on the same page..

There is a girl, (i think a girl would be best) who is bullied and then a close sibling to her dies while she's watching, so she tries to commit suicide, unsuccessfully. Then she meets this boy ;). As she struggles through more suicidal thoughts, her family is also struggling to help her, and this boy is also trying to aid her with a bit of romance.

Or something like that?

[wanderer]

(WOO!)

Yes! Exactly!
I was thinking maybe boy is new to town, so at first he doesn't understand fully what has gone on previously and is sort of oblivious. Which girl could find nice because everybody keeps tiptoeing around her whilst boy is just treating her normally. Then obviously it all comes out and then it'd be all cutesy moments and stuff yet she still struggles and he comes up with ideas to keep her happy etc etc and it would just be adorable.

That sound good? c:

[[deleted user]]

YES that's perfect! Okay, which ones do you want to role play?

[wanderer]

I'm gonna be sterotypical here, but I'd like to be the girl if that's ok? c:

[[deleted user]]

Sure! Okay, if you have any suggestions or anything for me throughout the rp, just let me know!

Should we make them now?

[[deleted user]]

Oh , and where are they going to be living?

[wanderer]

Will do! I tend to be good with coming up with ideas along the way.^-^

And yea, were you wanting to do just simple character profiles, semi detailed or fully detailed? :)

As for living, probably somewhere in America, we could just make up a name for a town and say there? Your guy could have come from anywhere though and just immigrated to the country.

[[deleted user]]

Lets just do semi- detailed and get role playing!

Alright! I'll get right to making his.

[wanderer]

I'm excited for this already!

And ok, I'll get to making her! :D

[[deleted user]]

Me too!

Sorry, my sister was like "Lets go play tennis", "Lets go to the library." Now i can finally do this!

So for the guy, Do you have a preference? Like do you care what they look like? I could do a more muscular, sporty looking guy or a more compassionate, lean one? Do you care?

[wanderer]

Haha my brothers like that.xD

I'm about halfway through my girl. As for preference you can make him how you'd like and what you think would be more sutible for the girl. I think he'd have to be compassionate, since a lot of guys would probably blot if they knew their girlfriend/romantic interest had been suicidal and was depressed.:o
(:

[wanderer]

"'Whats depression like?' He whispered. 'Its like drowning, except you can see everybody around you breathing.'"



[Name]Julietta Rae Kingston.

[Age]17. (view spoiler)[ Her birthday is about a month away. But its just another reminder. Shes dreading it. (hide spoiler)]

[Gender]
Female [xx]

[Appearance]

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[Short personality]
Juliet has never been much of a leader, preferring to be an observer more than anything else. She notices things others don't, but rarely ever speaks of these things, unless of course she feels it is absolutely necessary to do so.
She is the 'good girl' of the school, and more often than not is picked on for being silent. The thing is, Juliet just doesn't care. She always seems to have a hollow look in her eyes, as if nobody is actually there, and on first making eye contact with anybody it often takes that person's breath away, the emotionless, absent mask that covers up her eyes, but theres more of that later.

She is commonly lost in her own thoughts, either that or lost in a book of some description, she doesn't really have a favorite genre. Anything with words that will whisk her away into another life.
Jules is rather lacking in friends, mostly because she keeps to herself, sure she has had offers to hang out, but each and every one she has politely declined. She has also had invitations to go on dates, but again she puts on a sweet, innocent voice and turns them down gently. She is rather known for this fact, but again she ignores any of this.

As for the actual depressive side of her? To most people you can't tell. They say you notice before its too late, right? Well that was exactly right in Juliet's case. Nobody noticed, nobody saw how she was struggling. They assumed she had just bounced back. She hadn't of course. The depression ate away from the inside, chipping away everything until she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't live with it. She hid it away, the last thing she wanted was to cause others hurt. So she kept it to herself, and in the end it almost destroyed her. She still keeps up her facade, even now. Even now everybody knows what she is trying to deal with. Its built in. And she only allows herself to fully break down when she is completely and utterly alone.








[Brief history]
Julietta Rae Kingston was born in the middle of a stormy night to two adoring parents, sharing her birthday with her beloved twin sister, Ariel, of whom just managed to get the edge on her, being the first born by only two minutes. The two girls grew up close--Being identical as well just seemed to add to their bond and they were inseparable,stuck at the hip would be the term some people would use. Wherever Juliet went, Ariel was in tow, and vice versa. It was the same as the moved through school, they ran in the same friend groups, did the same things together. And Ariel stood by and defended her sister when others turned on her, bullied her. Her sister was always there, and always would be. Or so Juliet thought.

The shooting happened at the end of tenth grade. It was only a few days before summer vacation and the twins were looking forward to it immensely. They were going on holiday together, catch up on tanning. The usual stuff, y'know. Yet it seemed fate had other plans. It had been the second period of the day, so early on when the gun shots had sounded down the corridor. There had been a tape on, so the teacher hadn't been sure she had heard correctly, and so had awaited for something more. They heard nothing. So the lesson continued. Until the shooter burst through the door, firearms being shot left right and center. Juliet and Ariel had been sitting beside each other when screams erupted from every which where. It was all a blur. And then all Juliet saw was Juliet...Falling. head slumping forward. And she forced herself to ignore the pain that had suddenly begun rioting all over her body, cradelling her sisters now dead body in her arms until she herself passed out.

The memories still haunt her.

Things were never the same after that. How could they be? She'd lost her best friend, her sister, her twin. A piece of her soul. Yet she buried it all. Kept it inside and kept to herself. Put off the constant stares of pity she received. Yet that sympathy soon turned to bullying. She doesn't even care that Ariel's dead.' were one of the main whispers around the school. of course it was wrong. Her heart was just so completely shattered that she knew she couldn't mend it. And in the end its what drove her to hanging herself that fateful night. She wanted release. Peace. She wanted her sister back.

Yet it didn't work. And now shes back to square one again. Maybe next time when she tries to end it, it will work.

[[deleted user]]

Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.



Andrew Peter Pierce
[ Nickname ] Drew

[ Age ] 18
[ Grade ] Senior
[ Birth date ] September 19
[ Birth place ] South Carolina



[ Appearance ]



[ Personality ]

There are many words that could be used to describe Drew, but one of the most commonly used would have to be curious. Anything and everything intrigues him, ranging from how two people fall in love, to how a toaster works. Because of this, he has always loved school and has always been very good in school. He has the ability to absorb all the information like a sponge. Despite his love for learning, he is not one to speak up in class. He prefers to sit back and observe and collect more information about the world around him.

In Drew's world, everything can be turned into some small piece of happiness, a tiny bit of joy in his life. He's able to see the positive side to everything and is a bit of an optimistic fellow. The smallest things like a sound of a pencil across paper, light seeping through a window, and the smell of an old book; Drew is able to appreciate. The laugh seems to always be hanging on the edge of his tongue. His face is always set into a grin that reaches his eyes. People seem to be drawn to his joyful living of life.

Anger is never much of a problem for Drew. If it upsets him, he brushes it off and forgets it ever happened. Whether a blessing or a curse, he can forget moments that sway his happiness. His own pain, he can forget. The pain in others and the suffering they endure, caused a different kind of reaction in Drew. He hates, almost above anything else, to see others upset or unhappy. Many times, Drew will fall back on his guitar and his music. It seems to be the one thing that can keep him sane, when everything around him is not.

When other people are out partying, there is a good chance Drew would be found spending time with a couple of good friends. He is a bit of an introvert, though he does find great joy in good friends. It's hard for him to understand how others can't see the joy in learning and growing, so somethings its hard to get along with people who live life blindly, like many of the teenagers these days.





One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.



[ Brief History ]

Drew came into this world at 2:02 am, in the smallest of cabs in the Beautfort area. His parents had been thrilled to have a little boy at such an unexpected time. Even more thrilled to find out he was healthy. It had been a hard pregnancy and the doctors had told them there was a very high chance their baby wouldn't make it. They treated Drew as their little miracle and raised him with all the love they could offer. They gave every opportunity in life, letting him choose his own path. At the age of 5, Drew became enthralled with the guitar. Ever since, he hasn't been able to put it down. It has become a part of him.

Everything began to change after Lucy was born into the family. Drew had been 12 years old when the fighting started. He would hide in his room to try to block out the yells, but it was never enough. The unhappiness of his parents, rubbed off onto him. He would choose to bury himself in his music and books to hide from it all. Soon both of his parents began to spend most of their time out of the house, leaving young Lucy and Drew all alone most days. Drew began to care for his sister to the best of his abilities.

When his parents finally decided to get a divorce, it had almost been a relief. Drew's dad took over the house and his mother took Lucy and him away. The fighting stopped completely and things started to look better. Lucy still prefers to be with Drew over his mother, due to the long years he had to care for her by himself.

[ Lucy ]

[wanderer]

He's awesome! And Lucy is adorable.^_^
So how do you think they should meet? And are they going to be at school or is it summer vacation? C:

[[deleted user]]

Mhmm.. It should be during school, because then shed be more surprised that he is treating we normally, around all her peers who would know the story and treat her different.

[wanderer]

Ok, sounds like a plan. So should it be a cliche bumping into each other and books drop and sparks fly sorta thing? Maybe he picks up one if her books by accident which would give him reason to search for her during lunch break? Something along those lines?

[[deleted user]]

YES. I'm a sucker for those cute little moments. That sounds good! By the way, I love how you did the girl perfectly!

[wanderer]

Same here. Just...Aww.*^_^*
Ok, did you wanna start or me?
And thank you.c: Again, Drew is perfect also.:)

[[deleted user]]

You can, if you want. Sorry, I had to take a shower.. and by the way, I will probably be gone most of today, but tomorrow i'll be on a lot!

[wanderer]

Ok, that's fine. I think I'm going to te cinema tomorrow but by the time you get on I'll probably be back.:) I'll get working on the starter.c:

[wanderer]

I know this is going to stall the RP and I really want to start, but I forgot to ask whether you wanted to do this in third or first person? c:

[[deleted user]]

Let's do third!

[[deleted user]]

I think the story flows better in third.

[wanderer]

((Okies! Hope this is ok. Sorry its a bit long, sorta got carried away with it.^-^))

Left right, Left right. She chanted in her head as she walked. The girls head was lowered, her hair covering her ashen face, striking blue eyes just visible behind the wall of pale gold that masked her otherwise striking features. High, prominent cheekbones and a ski-slope nose, face thinner than most with a stubborn jaw and the typical 'Kingston chin' of which she had inherited from her mother. Eyes exotically shaped and framed by long, unmade lashes, above these resting strictly plucked eyebrows. However, Her face was sullen. Quiet. It was the face of a girl that had long since given up. This was the face of Julietta Kingston.

The first day back was always going to be the hardest, she reminded herself firmly. How long had it been since she had walked this route? Walked this route she had been sure would be the last time she ever would have to? 2 months at least. Maybe more. It wasn't even the fear of going back to school that got her. Because in honesty she quite liked school. It was the stares. The stares she knew she would get. The stares she had tried to prepare herself for night after night. Yet blatantly it hadn't worked since on the inside she was a quivering mess. Next time it'll work. Juliet found herself reassuring. And then you won't ever have to see them again.

With a flourish she turned the corner sharply, those icy blue eyes of hers now in full view as she forced herself to look up to find the parking lot empty. Good. being late would hold off her peers for that bit longer. She already knew half of what was coming anyway. First there would come the stares. A few times a couple of kids from school had spotted her. And out of courtesy--Which was, in this case, to little to late--They had had the nerve to ask how she was doing. How 'things' had been. It made her want to scream, to release pent up rage, frustration, irritation, grief and hurt. Had they cared? No. They hadn't cared when she had been on the verge. Hadn't even spoken to her. But now, because of what had happened they thought they could just...Just talk to her like that? Tiptoeing. Kindness and tiptoeing. Because nobody wanted to be responsible anymore for pushing the suicidal girl off of the cliff ledge she was teetering on again. Nobody wanted to live with that guilt that an action they did caused her to jump. Like they had given a damn any other time. Nobody cared unless you were pretty or dead, wasn't that the saying? Or in this case almost died.

Almost.

Finally she was gingerly taking precarious footfalls up the steps, beaten up sneakers squeaking slightly against the brick lain stairs as her pace slowed to a halt outside the school door. This was it. She was back. Readjusting her bag strap over her now hunched shoulders, Juliet tediously took a stride into the threshold of the school a hissing sound making its way past her lips as she exhaled. See, not so bad. she told herself as she edged around the door. Now I just need to get the class and get the worst over with. even the thought made her groan aloud. Suck it up. she chided herself firmly as she ducked her head down once again, eyes to the floor as she made a beeline down the hall, only to smash in to something, or rather, someone as she was about to turn the corner, causing her books to scatter from her arms and clatter to the floor. Juliet forced her gaze up. And then she saw him.

Maybe coming back wasn't so bad after all.

[[deleted user]]

((WOW, gurl, you have some real writing talent. ))

"Life goes on, It gets so hea-

Andrew slammed his hand against the radio, shutting it off instantly. The stark contrast of noise and silence that followed seemed suffocating, but necessary. The new school seemed to loom over him, as if beckoning him to come and learn. Drew ran his slim fingers through his sun bleached hair, currently soft from a recent shower. It wasn't that school frightened him, no, school was not the problem. The problem was the students, the peers in front of him. A group of girls laughed and giggled beside his car, probably about stupid nonsense they always seemed to find conversation on. Another group of students pushed and shoved each other, laughing like they belonged.

Drew didn't belong.

He was going to be the new kid.

These thoughts ran through his head now, surprising him. He was never nervous or hesitant. Why now? He brushed aside his uneasy feelings and decided enough was enough. Silently he leaned over his arm rest to retrieve his backpack. In one fluid motion, he slid it onto his broad shoulders and exited the car with a certain, practiced grace. Here goes nothing.

Drew closed his deep set eyes briefly, mentally shutting out the shrewd memories of his past school. His life was here now. Slovenly, he began the short journey to his first class. Due to light footing, his ragged converses made little noise against the ground. His mind whirled as he pushed open the front doors. Having earlier picked up a schedule, he was already set to go to class. Gently, his fingers slipped into his jean pockets, retrieving the note. It felt limp and useless to his firm touch, but yet it held the events for the day. As he walked blindly through the hallway, using his peripheral vision as a guide, he opened the paper up in his hands. Classroom 201, but he didn't have time to reason over the location of the first period. Drew smashed into a person, causing him to stumbled backwards, rather ungracefully.

Drew fumbled for his footing, trying to place his feet firmly against the ground. Once accomplished his gaze wandered to the girls face.Weakly his jaw dropped slightly, though he was quick to close it. Taking a gulp of air, he dropped to his knees to pick up her books, a grateful distraction. "You know, it helps if you watch where you are going." Drew chuckled softly, a teasing glint in his eyes as he took a sweeping glance towards her direction.

[wanderer]

((Aww thank you.:) But you're clearly the one with he potential.:) Sorry if this turns out short. In typing it up on my ipod and the keypad is small, not to mention it makes it seem as of you've written more than you have. So apologises for any mistakes also.:3))

Surprise. Surprise wasn't something she got to experience nowadays. Most of the time life was dull. Bland. Her life, in her mind, had no meaning, no purpose. How could it after the terrors she had face. The heartache. No, not heartache. 'Ache' would be a loose term, and would refer to the fact that her heart still felt whole--which it didn't. Heartbreak would be better use of word. Certainly so. But right now as the boy the the sandy blonde hair stood in front of her fumbling over his words she felt surprise. And it was as if sparks of colour had shot off in her black and white world. Magical. And it have her a taste for more. Her body had stumbled back upon impact, but thanks to prestigious lessons in martial arts she was able to regain her footing within seconds, although shock still remained clear as glass on her facial expression.

'You know it helps if you watch where you're going.

Those were the words that fell upon her ears. His voice was deep, smooth like velvet yet somehow, at the same time managed to hold a sort of roughness to it around the edges. It took her a moment to actually register what choice of sentence he had decided upon, and despite herself, despite months upon months of her mouth being set into a thin, unbecoming line, Juliet managed to let the corners of her mouth be tugged up ever so slightly. New. He must be new to be treating her in such a way. But it was refreshing. Revitalising. It made her feel normal.
Something she hadn't felt in quite a long time. After months of having people tiptoeing around you 'normal' was something you began to crave.

Oh, and Juliet craved it bad.

After coming to her senses and achieving the task of wiping  the surprise of the situation of a whole to one side, she followed suit, collapsing to her knees to gather books in hurried motions, insure of how to elaborate. It had been...Well, at least a good year that she had properly communicated to anybody. With Ariels...Funeral havin to be taken care of, the whispers going around school and then the vague conversations after she had tried to commit suicide the last time she had had a run in such as this one seemed lifetimes ago. To say she was a little rusty on the old conversation skills would be an understatement. However, eventually she managed to muster up a response, whether he'd care to listen or not she didn't know. She was used to ignorance. In fact or was a close friend of hers. One that had aided in her attempt to join her sister. Without ignorance, withpeople choosing not to see what was in front of them, who knows where she would be now. Probably in a much better situation than 'Failed suicide attempt'. Although she decided not to dwell upon it any longer. Getting back to her reply.

"I'll start watching when you do." her voice was faint, barely there, but it was all in good nature, regardless of how void of emotion she knew her voice appeared to be.  Juliet continued to stack up her books, efficiently and breezily, keeping her eyes lowered from his. Despite this when her dainty hand, fingers long and slender,  brushed against his large palmed one, she could have sworn tingles ran through her body, down her spine. 

Interesting she concluded silently. But it must just be a trick of the mind. That sort of thing doesn't happen in real life. Leave it to the fairytails Jules, before you go speculating something that isn't real. she gave herself the mini pep talk as she sorted her books into order.

[[deleted user]]

As Drew reached around him for the fallen books, he could think of nothing but the girl. Her imagine occupied his mind, drowning him in a subtle way. Of course he had seen his fair of pretty girls, but this one.. this one was different. She stood out among the rest like a white rose in a group of red roses. Dainty and delicate, she crouched before him. The lean of her small back and the way her golden hair fell around her, shaping the slim features on her ashen face, it was exotic. Drew snapped his attention back to the book in his hands, afraid she would catch him starring. With reluctance, he returned to the task at hand.

Her eyes.

As hard and diligently as he tried in the that moment, he couldn't brush aside the image of them. They were startling blue and somehow had a certain tragic majesty about them. How could something so beautiful and striking also look so broken? It was like they were hollow. It sent a small shudder down Drew's back. He shoved the vacant look in her eyes away from his thoughts, returning back to the admiration he had for the color. It wasn't like any blue he had ever seen. It pierced him, in a gentle and warming way. With the smallest of movements he turned his head up slightly, looking through his eyelashes as he preformed a fleeting glance. She seemed to be struggling with something inside of her as she stacked the books. His natural curious nature took affect, sending hundreds of questions to his brain. Her words cut through his racing mind, causing his mind to fall silent, for one of the first times he could remember.

" I'll start watching when you do."

The words came out almost as a whisper, though Drew was near enough it didn't matter. What mattered, or so he thought, was the tone of her voice. It felt like he had just stepped off carpet and onto cement. There was no emotion, no emphasis, nothing. Her voice matches her eyes. He concluded silently to himself, making a mental note of it. Drew picked up the books beside him, gently setting them on top of her pile. As his calloused finger tips lightly brushed her small, feminine hands he felt a jolt. Almost like a light shock. Drew kept his face normal, though he had too much confusion to what the touch just meant. Did she feel it? Maybe I'm just going crazy. Rationally, he pulled his hand back.

"I don't know, running into beautiful girls does have a certain charm." His voice came out buttery, and Drew couldn't help but groan at himself. Talk about cheesy. And inane. Silently he added another book to the pile, hoping everything would smooth over. What had even possessed him to say that? That was not like him. Completely out of character.

[wanderer]

Her hands were shaking. Dammit. Why were they shaking. This was just a boy. Just a boy she kept repeating to herself. A boy that she had just happened to bump into on her first day back, and what appeared to be her first day here. That was it. That was all. He'd go on his way, she'd go hers and no doubt within a week or so he would probably find out about the rumors and that would be that. He would be like the rest of them. Tiptoeing as if she were glass, liable to shatter at any given moment. But she wasn't glass. She thought firmly. She wasn't glass, or a piece of her mothers prized set of china. She was hardy and durable and not easily broken. That's what she tried to tell herself anyway.

It took her a few spared glances to realise that he was quite good-looking. There was a warm ruggedness about his face. Maybe it was those chocolate brown eyes of his. Juliet had always had a thing for brown eyes. He was tall. She had discovered as much when she had collided head on with his chest. But then again, she herself wasn't of a considerable height. Then there was the hair that looked as if it were spun of gold. However, this wasn't her main concern currently. This was just a bump in the road, right? Just an odd start to the day. It would all change again when she got to class. The stairs she was anticipating, yet fearing at the same time. No time for being scared. she chided herself. I wasn't scared that night, and I'll be damned if it gets to me now. she continued. Yet regardless she couldn't help but let inklings of fear through, much to her dismay.

The tingling was still there, slowly, gradually ebbing away. And strangely enough she didn't want that. She wanted it to stay. She wanted to touch him again. The very idea had her staggering on the inside. God, you don't even know his name. Get a grip. Juliet remarked herself harshly, as she forced herself to her feet, books clutched to her chest almost out of protection more than anything else. Although obviously there was nothing to 'protect' herself against as such. Absolutely nothing at all. But something was...Shifting around inside of her. And Jules didn't like it.

Not one bit.

Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lips as she shuffled from foot to foot, colour exploding onto her waxen cheeks at his words, although once again, for the second time in the day she felt the her lips stretching out into a barely visibly smile. But it was there, it was. And the warmth just managed to trickle into her eyes. Just enough to show something else under the surface of that hollow girl. The girl that once was, perhaps?

"You use that line with every girl you bump into?" Juliet attempted to not appear curious about the reply. But hell, when was the last time she had been referred to as beautiful?

[[deleted user]]

Idiot.
Idiot.
Idiot.


Drew wanted to walk away, he wanted to return to South Carolina. He never would of said that there. Now he just looks like a fool. An overly desperate one at that. His words had been fatuous. Soon she would find her friends and forget all about him. Of course, he had meant it when saying she was beautiful. She was. But girls were so social and they seemed to always have a different guy. There was always someone else. She probably thought he was wasting her time. Drew ran a hand through his messy hair, slowly standing up from his crouch.

Warily, Drew raised his gaze to her slender face again. With a bit of hesitance, he tried to read her eyes to see what she was thinking, but it was impossible. Almost like everything was hidden behind lock and key. Her hair was like the sunlight that slipped between the curtains, and like the curtains, it hid most of her face. It was frustrating, seeing such beautiful features hidden from the world.

Now Drew began to see the small tilt of her mouth. She was smiling. Actually smiling. The expression looked unfamiliar on her features, like seeing a stranger in a familiar place. Her eyes. Once again, they caught his attention. This time though, it was like a flashlight was shining through darkness. The empty look was nearly gone for a second. But as quick as it came, it disappeared.

Who was this girl?

Everything about her was confusing.
Everything about her was exciting.
Everything about her would probably not talk to me the rest of high school.

As more words tumbled out of her mouth, Drew admired the way her lips moved. It was somehow graceful and beautiful. Could lips be described like that? He didn't know. Embarrassed that he would even think that thought, Drew spoke quickly.

"Actually, you ran into me." Drew pointed this out, a small grin entering his features before continuing, "and no. I don't make a habit of calling every girl beautiful." The words had a raw honesty, probably easy to read from Drew's face. If he thought about it, Drew could honestly say he has only ever called one other person beautiful. The thought was brushed away instantly, bringing back a bit of a painful memory.

[wanderer]

She had a knack for reading people. Jules always had. And she enjoyed it. Enjoyed finding out what made others tick, what was going through their minds, how said mind worked under different conditions; Pressure, fear, anger, happiness. It fascinated her, the human mind. And more often than not her first judgement on somebody usually held to be correct. But with the boy that was currentl standing in front of her it was something different. She just couldn't quite seem to pin him down. No need to anyway. Not like you're going to get to know him. And in a few months from now you'll be dead anyway.

That last one she'd make sure of. She'd do it right this time. There would be no 'two attempted suicides'. She'd make sure the next time would be the last time. That was what she vowed to herself.

Jules brushed a hand over her bare arm, pressing her lips together as she flicked her gaze around the empty hall. It was odd, to be back. She had thought that day would have been her last walking these halls. She had had it planned out down to the goodbye notes, everything. Yet an early day of work from her father had foiled her plans and she had been left laid up in hospital. Only a minute or so, and she would have been gone for good, the doctor had said. Why couldn't her father had just gone to the kitchen before traipsing up the stairs. Why couldn't he have taken on the few extra hours for her money? Why couldn't have he just been like a normal dad and gone to the fridge for a bottle of beer first? Why had he come to see her?

Why?

Was he staring at her? She couldn't quite get it. If he was staring then obviously he had noticed how ugly she was. If one thing was certain, Jules' self esteem was 6ft under. It was non existent. And this is why you should have just walked away. Grabbed the books, walked away and let him think you were some bitch. That's what the rest of the school thinks anyway. Whats one more to add to the tally? She questioned herself as quite a number of possible outcomes ran through her mind. And even more specific, possible things she could do in her current situation.

She'd stick it out.

What was holding off the stares a little longer anyway? Maybe this was a silent blessing in disguise. But when it came to religions and such, Jules didn't know what to believe.

"Agree that we're both partly to blame for the bumping incident. Quite noble of me since it was your fault anyway." Jules decided to try and respond to his jesting with teasing of her own. She nodded her head silently at his last response, cating a crack of raw pain in his voice. She wouldn't dwell on it. Who was she to? She didn't even know the guys name. "Well thank you for the compliment." She began as she stepped back. "But I should get going. You too as its your first day. I'll see you around." She murmured as she stepped out, continuing on her way down the hall.

[wanderer]

((Where do you wanna go from here? :) We could go to the lunch break? Unless you've had an idea? C:))

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((heyyy so i'm going camping, so I'll be back on saturday! I'm sorry, I just found out. My parents love those surprise camping trips....:D))

[wanderer]

((Ah ok! No worries. ^-^ My friend camps a lot. Have a good time! Speak to you on Saturday.:)))

[wanderer]

((Hey! I know you come back from camping today, do hope you had a great time! :))

[wanderer]

((Yes yes! Sorry, I've been on holiday and only just got back but lunch break would be good.^_^ And it's totally ok about the deleting the account thing.:)))

[wanderer]

((Yea, haha.:3 And my holiday was great, the flight got delayed, but we got there eventually.^-^))

She found herself slowing down as soon as she was sure she was out of sight, darting behind a corner and leaning against the wall, tilting her her head back and letting out. Great start to the day. Just fantastic. She could only be thankful that he didn't know about any of her previous 'issues'. Hey, if she tried to look on the bright side of it maybe it was a good thing she had bumped into him. A good initiation back into the task of socializing with others. Not that she intended doing it much. No, she planned on investing her time in creating her next attempt. The attempt that wouldn't fail. No, she wouldn't allow that.

Might as well face the music, she mused idly, and without thinking set off to her class. She wouldn't let herself ponder over it. She knew if she did then she'd talk herself out of it, out of not being ready, and it would just put off the inevitable. Even if the inevitable wouldn't last that long, what with her impending and imminent death coming up--Once she had planned it.

Finally she turned off into the class, knocking once, twice, three times as she entered the room before sliding in through the small gap she'd made when she opened the door. Everything after that was sort of a blur. She could feel everybodys stare resting upon her. The patronizing look of the teacher, and then that kind tone of her voice. The tone that was too kind, y'know? Fortunately, after that things went smoothly. She could only sigh with relief that nobody really tried to talk to her. And she could be even more thankful that lunch time rolled around pretty quickly.

Jules held her books close as she made her way to the cafeteria, head lowered as she could feel people go out of their way purposely to avoid her and scale around her as if she were carrying the plague, or something like that. She turned off into the busy lunch hall. Again, she could feel the stares of many of her classmates, although she managed to take that hit--She'd knew they would look. It was just hard hitting how unsettling it was. After scouting around she finally found an empty table at the back of the dinner area, settling on the corner of the table and rummaging around in her bag for her lunch, setting it on the table and reluctantly beginning to eat.