(-sets down Ashton- I PRESENT MY GAY STRIPPER! Perfect)
She jumped a bit, and turned around, cheesy bad flirt at the ready. "Now? Nothing. Later? Eachother. I'm only kidding of course, but currently I'm people watching. Seeing who knows who, the connections, the action. You follow one person to a group, watch that group until one leaves…it's like a spider web of Knowing I got to see who I know, and who I'll want to know, and who I want to take me home…Oh look there's Evan! I'll be right back." As she got up, a green haired boy in a black and white tye dye sweat shirt, ripped dark blue jeans, and converse, sat down. He had gauges and double piercings on the upper earlobe on each ear. "Hey there hot stuff, what's a guy like you doin' in a place like this?" He purred. "And what are ya doing with Evelyn?" He thought for a moment. "Oh right! Your her boyfriend but not really her boyfriend. That's alright, anything to cause trouble." He then scoots in a little closer. "And you look like you could use a little trouble. Whaddya say hm? Two guys, out on the town, then go all out on eachother?" (I TRIED)
Already plenty taken aback by Evelyn's words as he simply just asked her what was happening, then getting confused by her people watch sentence or whatever the heck that was. Now his!?
Scooting away slightly, the colors were too bright it made Min-Hyuk a little dizzy. Purples and reds and blues and this green-haired dude talking to him. He had sat on a couch with a few burn holes from cigarettes and an ugly brown, he had scooted away to the corner as his body was turned slightly to the boy and so was his body. His back pressed against the corner in between the armrest and the back of the couch, biting his lip slightly.
"Uh, number one, I'm interested in Evelyn in no way whatsoever. She's was too insane. Too many weird and stupid quirks and she thinks she's all that. No sense of style either."
A thin choker around Min-Hyuk's neck seemed to be tightening as he talked and as the boy came closer.
"Though i…..ill have to refuse your offer. If you plan on hitting on my or trying to get in my pants, be a gentleman why won't you."
He says leaning towards the guy threateningly, though their faces were close. His grey mirror like eyes glaring daggers into his very soul.
"I hate rude lustful people like you and the rest of these people here. Try again."
He says quickly sitting back, his back pressing against the couch once more, leaning away from him before he did anything stupid. He wasn't an idiot. Nor was he one to give in to temptation. And if he was, it would be a lot harder than that.
Ashton leered in a little more. "No? Alright. I'm a hopeless flirt not a rapist." He sat back, as Zack caught his eye, and he was up and gone. No one seemed to be really afraid of you, just respectful anymore. Suddenly the door opened, and there stood Jessica. Fashionably late. All eyes were on her as her wicked little green eyes searched the place. "Oh where IS Daddy's little FUCK TOY?" There were murmurs of confusion as she looked at everyone. "Evelyn, duh. What you didn't know? She's been a slut since BIRTH! Fucked by her own father and she killed her mother! And to think that she can just hi-" She was cut off by me coming out of nowhere and throat slamming her, pocket knife aimed at her stomach. "One. More. FUCKING. WORD JESSICA! One more. Cmon. Spill it, so I can spill your guts!" Her eyes began to pop out of her head a little as she tried to claw at my hand. I was weak, but bony, and smart. "What? Oh yes NOW the demon bitch of all rumors and blabbery decides to shut the FUCK UP!" She dropped the girl, her hands shaking. Evelyn was shaking. You had never seen her in such a state, as Jessica coughed. "Evelyn, I can put assault charges on you. Put you in the same place your father is in. That's right. PRISON. No wonder the little vindictive bitch is so fucked up." Jessica was standing and Evelyn was sitting on the ground shaking. And then the first blow came. Jessica began to kick the shit out of Evelyn as she cried and picked at her cuts. "NO NO STOP!" She screamed. People tried to pry Jessica off or pull me away, but both attempts failed. Why? Because Zack acted as her body guard.
Watching it happen from the couch, he couldn't stand to just watch and not do anything. He slyly got up and slinked through the backdoor. The front door was still open from Jessica walking in and Zack was right there. Perfect.
Walking around the house, he checked his pockets. Only his pen. That would suffice. Stepping through the front door and coming up on Zack, within a blink of an eye, he had bent Zacks ankle a certain way, making him fall to the ground with a crunching sound. Kicking Zack in the face as he held his ankle, he knew if he didn't right now, Zack would get up and pummel him. Zack was actually bigger than Min-Hyuk, but not by alot. Though jihad more muscle. But Min-Hyuk was smart. Quickly, he reached over to Jessica, pulling her violently up by the hair and grabbing her arm, pulling her wrist behind her back up to her shoulderblade until he heard a popping sound. He had successfully dislocated her shoulder as she let out a yelp of pain. Quickly he dragged her outside as she tried to squirm away, throwing her on the ground and leaving her there.
He went back inside, Zack had gotten up and made his way to the door once again, Min-Hyuk closed the door quickly, only to swing it open and hit Zack in the face, only stunning him. Quickly he bent down to Evelyn, not even checking if she was conscious or not (you decide if she is. Your character, i can't control that.) He picked her up and swiftly carried her out of the house, running his car in the back. He hadn't said a single word the whole time. Just went in there and did what he did best. Defending a friend. Even though she thought of him as something more. He didn't care right now.
She was sobbing, blood pouring down from her wrists, conscious and uncontrollable. She clutched to you, her face buried into you as she mumbled to herself through blubbering sobs. She had managed to open some of her older cuts, from before you had convinced her to stop, and so now it was all new pain and old pain and really wanting to hide in a hole to breath for a bit, maybe blow up Jessica's car. Have Clara and the whole wrestling team beat the crap out of them two.
He opened his door with his foot as he slid into the roomy back seat as he held her close, closing the door as he did.
"Hey, shhhshshshh. It's fine, you're alright. You're gonna be okay."
He says stroking her hair, kissing the top of her head lightly. Why did he do it? He didn't know. But he did know one thing. He absolutely hated this state that Evelyn was in. No matter how annoying she was to him. No matter how cringingly she dressed or held herself. he didn't even care that she was apparently in love with him. His back pressed against the door as he held her, one of his legs was in front of the seat and one on the seat, comforting her however much she needed.
She hiccuped a few times in-between blubbers and buried her face into your neck, as blood dripped onto you as she cuddled in, and tried to breath, tried to slow down, every single bad memory and instance through her head. (Actually she has self esteem issues and pretends to think highly of herself so people don't worry :D She doesn't fish for compliments, she desperately needs them to live at times.)
(Oh trust me i know °^° and Min-Hyuk does too. But it annoys him how she acts like it. He doesn't like her pretending and faking a smile. And for a while, he's just taken her as another desperate depressed teenage girl with no self-confidence and acts like she doesn't want people to care for her, but she actually is really broken and is desperate for someone to love her.)
"Let me get you bandaged up."
He says sitting up a little bit and turning on the light to the car. He was going to help her whether she liked it or not.
(Yus you have her SPOT ON.) She just nodded and curled up, looking down at her fish nets, studying the fabric. She sniffled, slowly calming down as she breathed in and out slowly, and cracked open the window a bit, feeling like she couldn't breath, as she took in the cold air, and slowly her legs stopped shaking, then her hands. But tears still slipped down her face, and her makeup was ruined. Really, Evelyn was a natural beauty who didn't wear make up often. Her hair changed as often as her mood does, but she despised it for the most part.
Reaching into the front, underneath the airbag and got out his bulky first aid kit. Sitting back down, he gently grabbed her hands, pulling her arm slowly over to him just to look at it for a few seconds, then set it down, getting out the bandages, a bottle of water and some alcohol.
Reaching over her, he opens the door as one hand is on the headrest behind her, his body reaching across her. He then looked at her face, her ruined makeup that he always much MUCH prefers it off, and her crazy hair. He was too close to her face, but he wasn't going to think about that right now. Or at least he would try to.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you." She whispered, hands still shaking, when she noticed the rubbing alcohol and yanked her arms back. "N-no! Please don't…" (I hate rubbing alcohol with a burning passion, and yet I've never had a single infected cut. Strong immune system is a yay)
(He's gonna use it whether she likes it or not.)
"Trust me I know. It burns like hell. But you need it and I'm not giving you a choice."
He says leaning back, rolling up his sleeves. She's never seen his actual arms until now. And now she would know why. They were covered in hideous scars of cute and burns. Some fresh and some old. Bruises spotted them. That was how his whole body was, but he's never shown her. He's always avoided it and pushed Evelyn away whenever she would ask.
Taking the water and the alcohol and the bandages, he hopped out of the car and grabbed her hand firmly, not her wrist.
"It's fine, the burning will eventually feel good."
He says unscrewing the cap of the water with his mouth.
She looked at him with wide eyes, took a few deep breaths, and braced herself. (Sounds like something a masochist dom would say, just saying) She put her head back, and held her arm up, watching the blood ruin her outfit, glad her mother knew how to remove any stain known to man. She hummed to herself quietly, trying to keep her calm.
(He is. Like I already said. You happened to get lucky enough to be in roleplays with my only Masochists.)
"I'm gonna pour the water on it first okay?"
He says as he pops off the lid, spitting it out on the ground. Kneeling down with his knee on the ground, he grabbed a clean white washcloth out of the kit, and started to pour the water on her arm, taking a deep breath as he bit his lip.
(haha I know it's great.) She flinched and though it burned, it soon cooled off and she stared up, tears forming in her eyes, trying to be calm, as she kept breathing, steadying and bracing herself as she handed you her other arm so you can do the same thing, keeping herself as calm as she can be.
After pouring the water on that arm, he wiped the excess blood away gently with the cloth, then to her next arm the same thing.
"You ready?"
He says looking up to her. His expression soft and gentle. Extremely sweet and caring. Even though he doesn't like to show it, he was a soft person at heart.
She nodded and focused on your kind expression. "If I kick you its your fault."
"Oh, I'm expecting it. But I much rather you not."
He says with a sigh as he wets a different cloth with the alcohol, then slowly ringing the cloth out over her arm. He did this instead of pouring it straight out of the container so he wouldn't waste any. And this would burn a lot less.
Once done with one arm, he looked up to her every now and then, his black hair falling in his face over his white scarred eyebrow.
She bit her lip as tears slipped down her face, shaky breaths, keeping strangely calm. You did get kicked in the thigh a few times as she tried to pull away but your firm but gentle grasp kept her wrists still, but made her wince in pain so she just relaxed and cussed up a storm.
"Chill you sailor"
He says with an eye roll, scooting away a little as she kicked him.
"Too close."
He mumbled to himself with a sigh as he moved onto the other arm.
"Kick me in the shin or something. Not there."
"Oh fuck you you fucking ass! Suck an ass!" She sighed, kicking you in the thigh again for emphasis and yanked the arm that already got the alcohol, and held it to her chest.
"Okay, if you keep doing to I'm gonna make it hurt more. I'm trying my best now don't be a jerk."
He says tightening his grip as he gets a tad annoying, adjusting himself to where she couldn't kick him in the thigh any more.
"And do you have any idea how terrifying that is? Please for the sake of my sanity, stop kicking my thigh."
She sighs and puts her foot on your shin as she laid there, not saying a word.
"Thank you"
He says gently dripping the alcohol onto her arm, then some water, then wiping it off. Letting go of her hand he reached over her once more, noticing the fact that he left it in the car. Looking back in her eyes for a split second as he leaned back, gently grabbing her hand once more. His hands were always a bit shaky, which Evelyn just noticed as he held her hand. The nerves in his hands and arms were always messed up slightly from all of the damage he's caused them. Whenever he would draw, digitally or not, he always had a brace on both of his hands.
She actually had one of the steadiest hands in the family, and sometimes would help to draw you lines and such when your nerves were on high. She sat up and handed you the bandages. "Thank you, really. From the bottom of my heart Min. Thank you."
"It's really nothing. Though you need to stop doing idiotic things like this. You wonder why I come with you do these types of things."
He says taking the bandage bandages and wrapping her arms softly, though annoyed at the fact that she one; did this to herself. And two; the fact that those idiots had the audacity to do something such as this.
(Btw he NEVER draws around people, and he's extremely secretive about drawing so Evelyn wouldn't know he was an artist unless she was a mega stalker. Plus he's extremely defensive about his art. He hates people helping him. Just saying. Sorry if that comes across as rude, I'm not meaning for it to be in any way)
(OH it's fine, i just figured…sorry.) "It's not MY fault she triggered me is it! I didn't think she would come to a grunge party just to attack me! I AM THE VICTIM! I HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN I CAN'T CONTROL IT OKAY! SO I'M FUCKING SORRY MIN MIN THAT I'M SUCH AN INCONVENIENCE!" She said and curled up into a ball, and shut the car door, obviously still not okay. "I didn't do this they did…they all did." She pulled out her phone and called her mother, telling her what had happened. After some quiet discussion with a hand on the phone with Levi James, her adoptive father, they agreed she should go home, and probably won't be going to school the next day. She hung up. "Drive me him Min. Please."
(no it's totally fine! I was just letting you know, and feel free to ask questions like; "hey is it alright if she does this with Min?" Or "hey, could he maybe notice how pretty she is in this scene?" Or things like that. Because sometimes it sounds like your "controlling" my character when you say things like that. Or things like "he got jealous of her" or "he felt more comfortable around her" And maybe that character doesn't actually get jealous that easily, or not at all, or maybe that character hated this person at the time so they didn't feel protective over them at all. Just things like that you tend to do that subtly control another person's character. It's their character and they have their own emotions and they each react differently to certain things than other characters. And nobody else but the owner of that character knows how they will act until they find out. I just wanted to remind you of that. It's in Andrews rules also. Again im telling you this for future reference, and so you can not do that in the future because some people can take it really badly. Again I like roleplaying with you but I'm just telling you that. Love you bunches! <3))
He didn't say anything, just sighed and sat outside on the ground as she yelled at him and slammed the door, hurting his ears a little at the rather loud noise. He was actually really frustrated with her, but he wasnt going to show her that.
She can control what she did to herself even if people hurt her. He even understood that. He hurt himself all the time, but it's his choice. He never blamed other people for the cuts and burns on his skin or his shaky hands that he damaged his nerves himself. He decided whether or not to hurt himself, and even if people had hurt him, it didn't mean that he was going to blame it on them. Yeah maybe that's the reason they did, because they felt worthless and they deserved to be in pain for it. Or they were numb because of how much they had been hurt, therefore simply craving the pain it brought them to hurt themselves. Hating their body, to hating their mind and wanting to die. They didn't choose to do that. But sometimes the thoughts haunt them, and their insecure little minds make them do crazy things. Min-Hyuk understood that more than anyone actually knew. And he wasnt about to tell her that she was wrong either. He assumed she wouldn't listen anyway. Though maybe that wasnt what she felt at all.
He didn't know what was going on in that crazy mind of hers. So, for now, he kept his mouth shut, stood up and got in the car, turning it on and driving away.
(Aw I love you too, so sorry. Usually I try with certain descriptive wording to try to push towards like how pretty a person is, with lighting and stuff but thank you so much! I try my damn hardest not too. Sometimes i just get so hyped and…anyways. Thank you SO much!)
"Thank you." She whispered and looked out the window, eyes red. She pulled out some wet wipes from her bag and wiped off the make up. "I'm sorry for getting so angry, I know you just want what's best for me. Give me the serious talking to's later. For now. I just need to be held okay? Can we not be so Evelyn's A Big Fuck Up right now? And just…give me some room to breath, let me calm down and think a bit before I go and blow up her car. Which is REALLY tempting right about now, especially with the fireworks at home…" She trailed off and shook her head. "No. I'm in enough trouble as it is." She sighed. "I just…I don't get it Min Min. Yeah me and Jessica have always butted heads but we've never gone this far. I keep my distance from her for the most part, I try my best to not get on her nerves. So why ATTACK me like that and cause me a mental breakdown which was so bad I was ready to die right there on the floor. Bleed to death. It would be a bad ass way to go but I have to many people who depend on me to live for."
(no problem at all <3 im just trying to help you improve yourself as a roleplayer!)
"Now maybe in a huge one on one battle with like "He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named" (Lord Voldemort if you dont know) and dying, now that would be a cool way to die. But being beaten to death at a party? Nah, you're gonna have a cooler death than that."
He says with a little smile, trying o lighten up to the mood a little bit. Pulling up into the driveway into the overly nice and clean house, (Levis doing of course) and opening the door, stepping out and opening the door to the back where Evelyn was, though on the other side where he sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to his chest.
"Is it alright if i do this? You said you needed to be held"
He says rather quietly as he held her loosely, just in case she wanted to leave.
