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message 1: by Sandy (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments Just a reminder that we're playing CHARACTERS, and mine especially isn't gonna act like me...


message 2: by Sandy (last edited Feb 15, 2010 04:41PM) (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments Name: Lana
Gender: female
Age: 16
Personality: shy, doesn't trust most people, usually comes across as rude
Appearance: http://www.goodreads.com/photo/group/...


message 3: by Laura (new)

Laura | 7 comments Name: Megan (Meg for short)
Gender: female
Age: 16
Personality: bubbly and outgoing, though realistic, understanding
Appearance: shoulder-length curly, dark brown hair, green eyes, pale coloring, 5'4''


message 4: by Sandy (last edited Feb 16, 2010 07:33AM) (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments Setting:
In a small park, not too far from where you live, there is an inviting little bench. Countless little ones have sat happily swinging their legs, curiously picking at its old, grey paint. And how many elderly men have rested their canes on the ground beside that seat, tossing bread crumbs to the birds that come so willingly to feast on the gifts from the kindly stranger? Over the years, schoolchildren have eaten lunch there, joggers have paused for a moment's rest and a quick drink, and mothers have seated themselves in this peaceful place, watching their children on the swings while listening to their merry giggles and screams of joy.

Today, however, icicles hang from the monkey bars. Snow is falling quietly, slowly bleaching the grass. It is a beautiful sight to behold, to some of us. Many look, but few see the elegance of the landscape.

Yet the dark figure who now sits on the bench is oblivious to the breathtaking beauty. She finds no joy in anything. Only in him. The one she thought she loved, the one she thought loved her... HE is all she wants. And that is the only thing she can think about today. She doesn't care that her fingers are numb, that the tears streaming quietly down her cheeks only make her colder and colder. A gust of frigid winter air puffs against her, and this girl is so distraught that she has forgotten how to shiver. All that would satisfy her is to win back what she has lost and will never have again.

Would death be so terrible? Surely it would be better than living like this.

(Now we have the setting we'll switch to past tense)


message 5: by Laura (last edited Feb 15, 2010 02:46PM) (new)

Laura | 7 comments Meg's limbs felt completely frozen on this crisp winter day, but she had to finish her walk. She didn't want to go home without the triumph of having walked a full twenty-five minutes - her recent surgery had debilitated her for awhile, and now she needed to get her strength back. So, while twenty-five minutes might not seem much to the average person, to her it was a great victory.
She finally reached the park, disappointed to see someone on the bench she had hoped to rest on but settling for the swing set instead. She strode quickly over to it, sitting in one of the swings and gently pushing herself with her feet.
It was then that she really looked at the person sitting on the old park bench that everybody loved.
The person, a girl who looked to be Meg's age, was dressed in dark clothing. Her face was full of grief, and she appeared to be crying.
Meg let her feet fall still as she looked at the girl. What could have possibly happened to her to make her so sad?

(might change this a bit later . . . we'll see . . . but what do you think of it so far, sanders?)


message 6: by Sandy (last edited Feb 15, 2010 05:36PM) (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments (yes yes yes - this is going well!)

Lana rubbed her bare hands together, crossed her legs, and took a deep breath. It never helped, she discovered when she exhaled. Nothing could.

Every day for the past week, her life - this miserable, loathsome  thing called "life" - had been the same: trudge sadly to the park across the street, sit down, and cry. She imagined Micheal sitting on the bench beside her, making her laugh, making her love him more and more... Lana remembered it so clearly. So how could it be over?

She shook some snow off her head. Mike had loved the snow. Winter - this was his favorite season.

"Not mine," she barely breathed. Lana suddenly hated winter. And spring… summer… fall… She hated the bench on which she sat, the ground beneath her feet. She hated that girl sitting on a swing across the playground - no one belonged there but Micheal.

Watching yet another teardrop slide off her nose and onto her lap, Lana realized she hated even herself. But most of all, she hated God. A god who could let the boy she loved die of cancer. A god she wasn't sure even existed.

But she hated Him. She hated everyone in the whole, rotten world.


message 7: by Laura (last edited Feb 16, 2010 05:16PM) (new)

Laura | 7 comments Meg sat for a few more moments, a war going on inside of her. Should she go ask the girl what was wrong? Should she mind her own business?

It was just . . . well, the girl looked so sad. She looked like she needed someone to hug her, to sit down with her and pray for her.

Of course, the girl looked rather angry too. She might not want someone to waltz over and say, "Are you okay? Can I pray for you?"

Did Jesus hover in the shadows when He thought people might be opposed to Him? No, Meg thought. So you shouldn't either.

Trying to swallow her apprehension, she got to her feet and slowly approached the girl.




message 8: by Sandy (last edited Feb 17, 2010 01:18PM) (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments Lana's bitter grief had caused her to hate absolutely everything - everything but her solitude. The one thing she didn't mind, it allowed her to do nothing but feel sorry for herself rather than worry about what she looked like to the world. Not that she cared - but then again, the image you paint for others determines whether or not someone will want to talk to you. When you're alone, nobody can try to cheer you up. And so Lana preferred to be by herself.

Still, she was anything but content.

Unfortunately Lana couldn't completely isolate herself from the world; she couldn't disappear, and she couldn't make everyone else disappear. She would see what went on around her, whether she liked it or not.

She couldn't help noticing a movement out of the corner of her eye - what seemed like far, far away. It was about time that idiot got off Micheal's swing. It didn't really matter, though. Nothing did.

Glancing up, Lana suddenly realized the girl was walking toward her - yes, limping in her direction. Just a stranger passing by . . . nothing that concerned her. Then why was she looking her way? And what was that expression on her face? Compassion?

I don't need any sympathy, Lana thought. Leave me alone.


message 9: by Laura (last edited Mar 01, 2010 02:33PM) (new)

Laura | 7 comments Meg noticed the girl stiffen as she approached her, but it didn't put her off. She'd met plenty of rude, bitter people, and if she'd survived their coldness, she could survive this girl's.
Lord, help me know what to say to this girl. Let her open up to me instead of shut me out, Meg prayed in her mind.
Her right leg aching from the walking she'd done (even though it hadn't been much), she finally reached the bench. "Hi," she forced herself to say. "A-are you okay?"

(i'll try to make my comments longer after this :P and sorry i haven't posted in so long!!!!)


message 10: by Laura (new)

Laura | 7 comments (oh, saaaaaaaaaaaandy . . . ha ha. you were just the one wanting me to come do the RP :D)


message 11: by Sandy (last edited Mar 11, 2010 07:56PM) (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments (sorry Raven, but I've been busy... A busy hypocrite ;) And sorry to anyone who happened to be reading this roleplay and I kept you waiting)

Instantly Lana wanted to snap rudely at the girl. "It's not like you care," or maybe, "None of your stupid business." But something inside her heart - something new, something powerful - made her stop just as she was about to lash out. All she said was, "No. I'm the farthest from okay there's ever been." The moment the words had slipped from her mouth, she felt like she'd made a huge mistake.  This limping stranger was not going to leave. Ever.

And suddenly that didn't seem so terrible after all. She was missing something… something besides Mike.


message 12: by Sandy (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments (She was missing something... IT WAS FOR RAVEN TO POST A RESPONSE. Lana is waiting!!! And she's impatient!!! SO. AM. I.)


message 13: by Sandy (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments (excuse me, Raven...)


message 14: by Sandy (new)

Sandy (sandycrow) | 83 comments (EXCUSE ME, RAVEN. HOW ABOUT RESPONDING… Don't make me use your real naaaaaaaaame…)


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