forum I Just Want an RP. CaN i PlEAsE geT aN rP?!

Started October 24, 2018 by Deleted user

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Carrio glanced up as she approached and he grinned a little. “There should be some more in the back. If not, there’s not much else to do.”

Already having those done, Hazel continued to stay up front. She would probably move if another patron came by and needed assistance. Not realizing it, Hazel began to hum softly to the smooth jazz playing.

(why do I want an older lady to come in and be like: Oh you two look so cute! How long have you been together?
Hazel: dies)

(Because that is fluuuuuuuufufufuffffffyyyyyy)

She and Carrio made a very nice duet to the smooth jazz playing over the speakers. Soon the saxophonist launched into a solo that Carrio matched semi-perfectly, his fingers twitching. He could feel the keys beneath his fingers as he imagined playing it on his sax.

Noticing his air saxophone playing, she wondered if the notes were actually correct. Hazel had never been much of a musical person, so whether it was or not, Carrio's action made her smile. It was super nice just to simply be with another person who was so accepting. After the song ended, Hazel frowned lightly. He should know.
"I'll tell you if you promise not to worry about it," she said softly.

Carrio was still humming but stopped when she talked. He turned to her, gazing up at her.
“Alright, I promise.”

Quickly taking a deep breath before the panicked feeling kicked in, Hazel took off the small jacket, now loosely tying it around her waist. Up and down her arms were scars varying in darkness, but all of them looking to be old. Noticing Carrio staring, she began to rub one arm self consciously. It was still awkward at times for her to be looked at for so long. It just made her unsure if it was a good sign or not.

Carrio frowned a little and gazed up at her. “Hazel… do you mind telling me why?” He rose to his feet, smiling a little. He wasn’t going to judge her for her skin or her body.

Hazel did everything to keep herself from crying. They didn't matter. Things were okay now right?
"I…"
She remembered all those horrible nights, having a steak knife stolen from the kitchen kept between the bed frame and the mattress. Taking it out. The bleeding.
"Remember when I told you I was far worse all those weeks ago? This is part of what I meant. The rest is a bit personal. Home was never great," she said, voice beginning to waver slightly. Swallowing her tears, the young woman continued.
"I wasn't told things I probably should have been told and it went down from there. That was years ago though, which is why I didn't want to show you in case you would worry and I realise that I'm talking too long again…"

Carrio grabbed her hands in his cold ones. “What were those things?” He wanted to tell her it was okay to cry. He wanted to tell her she was safe and those days were over. He didn’t want her to relive it, but it would help her down a better road of health.

Hazel nearly shivered at the touch as they hit her warm flesh. Taking another shaky breath, she gave him the response. If he asked, she would tell. What did it matter anymore?
"It was more like things I was told… My… my father was a heavy alcoholic and he would say hurtful things. My mother was in a similar state I was and she would be beaten if she attempted to defend me. It was better me than her…" she trailed off. Her mother still was living, recovering but taking longer than her daughter had.

Carrio gazed into her eyes. Slight sympathy sparkled in them. “Would you like a hug?” He proposed this softly, opening his arms a little.

(Also, our other RP?)

Hazel immediately leaned into it without thinking. The embrace felt more than simply good. It was the thought behind it that mattered. Despite his cold hands, the hug was warm and welcoming. She almost didn't want to let go.

Carrio wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her close. He felt deep affection for his friend and wanted to do everything he could for her. A hug was something very little, but he knew it sent a strong message.

No longer caring, Hazel took a fistful of Carrio's shirt as she attempted to calm herself down again. It felt so awkward to do this during the time she should be working. That aside, what did it matter? Feelings were inevitable and unavoidable. It felt so nice to be cared for, almost like a new door opening.

Carrio rubbed her back gently, resting his chin on her head. It’s okay now. He had her in his arms and held her close.

Taking a deep breath, she let her rapid beating heart slow back to normal again. It was then when she noticed a few people staring.
"Um, Carrio…?" Hazel started, feeling her cheeks begin to burn red again.

Carrio glanced down at her, then around. “Aw, they’re just library people. They won’t tell a soul.” He let her go anyway.

Hazel currently had no comment to this as her mind screamed at her warm face to stop blushing. It obviously didn't listen. With the warmth of the hug gone, a thought whispered at the back of her mind, longing for it again. Forcing it back, Hazel suddenly looked over her shoulder, noticing a few patrons still looking.
"Ah, about those e-extra books in the back!" she exclaimed quickly, only an excuse as to not make things more awkward. In saying this, she forgot she had already told Carrio she had them finished.

Carrio tilted his head. He wasn’t quite sure why she was getting so upset. “I thought you had finished the books, dear?” He asked this softly, his eyes betraying concern for her.

The subtle pet name caught her completely off guard. Dear…?
"Right. Sorry, my head's a bit all over the place," she admitted, coming back over towards Carrio.

(IRIS OUR OTHER O/O)

Carrio smiled a little, kindly understanding. “That’s okay. Did you want to go downstairs and take a break? Maybe have a cup of water and a few doughnuts?”

(ANGERY(

(HUSH)
Hazel shrugged. She was fine simply being there in the library and really wasn't all too hungry either. A quick drink didn't sound all too bad however.
"Alright," she replied with a light nod.

Carrio smiled and patted her shoulder gently. “You go do that, then. I’ll stay up here and watch over stuff.9

Nodding, Hazel made her way down a small staircase towards the back of the library. It was simply for staff only, holding a small room with a surprisingly warm feel to it. Inside was a table surrounded by a few chairs with a small box of assorted doughnuts in a decorated box resting on top. Smiling to herself, Hazel couldn't help but feel her cheeks warm, remembering how much her friend seemed to offer kindness through so many unnecessary ways. But it was a good "unnecessary."
Pulling out one of the chairs, she thought about the gentle embrace they had moments ago. It made her heart seem to panic slightly at the thought. Sighing, she shook the memory away to get herself a quick drink.

After only a few minutes, Hazel returned. Thoughts nagged at her mind that she had been being too needy when crying in front of Carrio. Seeing her friend smile at her again forced them back. He didn't care about the unimportant details of that. He was simply kind enough to offer a shoulder for such occasions.
And Hazel loved that about him.
Her eyes widened for a moment after the whisper in her mind. Love…?

(sorry I think we're both impatient at this point so I did a thing)

(Yes that is indeed a thing)

Carrio sat down in his chair and stretched out, smiling at someone who had just approached the desk. It was a busy day today. He checked out their book. It was one of fairytale, the one where the Beauty meets the Beast. He loved Beauty and the Beast. He wondered if Hazel liked it… maybe they could go see the new movie? He shook his head and checked out the book for the person.

Taking a seat next to Carrio, Hazel looked out into the library, looking for anyone who might need assistance. Talk to her former self and the small outgoing acts would feel quite strange to her. After the short week, her anxiety seemed to bother her less. For a moment, she fiddled around with a pen to have something to do.