forum We've never been so scared before - a sad roleplay full of ugly feelings ((8/8 - closed))

Started November 02, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Opal tried the handle, her escape was so close. Locked. Of course. She couldn't breathe. Running her hand through her hair she leaned against the door… she wasn't made for parties.

Elizabeth wandered around, trying not to look aimless. Someone and whistled and shouted out, "Looking good James!"
'Smile Liz,' she thought to herself and turned and smiled and waved at the direction of the whistle. She turned back around, swaying her hips to the music and pulling down the hem of her short dress, feeling uncomfortable but trying not to show it. Somehow, she ended up at the kitchen, where people were yelling and doing shots. She turned around abruptly, trying to get away from that and swayed a bit in her heels. Had she eaten anything today? Probably not. 'What an amazing party,' she thought to herself, gripping the wall.

Rvan went to get another drink, heading to the kitchen as he tried to avoid the mob of the party. He slipped around the corner, letting himself breathe a little bit when he got to the kitchen and sighed through his nose.

Nixon held up the creepy bunny mask he was holding, it wasn't very comfortable and he couldn't see well out of it especially in this dark house. "I'm not very creative." He laughed lightly. "It's mostly alcohol but I think there is soda too in the kitchen if you want." He asked gesturing towards the kitchen, he himself was getting annoyed by getting bumped into by drunk people and he assumed she felt the same.

Natalie nodded anxiously, flinching away from a guy stumbling in her direction. “Y-yeah, good— good idea.” The blaring music, the flashing strobe lights, the shots, the puffs of smoke, all acted as an ever-tightening noose around her neck.

Nixon lead Natalie into the kitchen making sure she didn't get lost in the crowd. There were other people in the kitchen but omce the door shut behind them in was much quieter and calmer. "It's crazy out there I don't think there was supposed to be that many people."

Natalie nodded shakily, leaning on the counter for support. Her head still spun from all the noise, the smoke, the transition from neon lights in the darkness to calming, even white ones. "Me– me neither." She attempted a laugh, making sure her hair covered her brown eye. "I don't– as you can probably see I'm not– I'm not a people-person. I don't do– do so well with– with crowds. Or talking."

"Yeah I'm not huge on parties either but somehow I always get dragged into them." He laughed lightly.

"I usually fake– fake sick. I felt really bad this time– so… here I am…" Natalie looked uncomfortably off to the side, painfully aware of how ridiculous her costume looked.

"Do you know the host?" He asked setting his mask down on the counter. He went over to one of the coolers and looked inside, mostly beer but there were some pops probably meant for mixing with other liquor. "Do you like soda?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah, Ruby and I go back a few– a few years. You?" Natalie forced herself to breathe deeply. "I think I'll just have water."

He grabbed a waterbottle out of the coolder and offered it to her. "Yeah I've met Ruby, shes dating a friend of mine." He answered and mixed himself a drink.

“Th-Thanks. She won’t stop talking about- about her new girlfriend, I’m beginning to think she’s getting me— getting me excited for nothing.” Natalie too a deep gulp from the water bottle, the cool water easing the pain in her dry, tightening throat.

"Yeah Jess talks about Ruby all the time." He laughed lightly.

“How did— how did you and Jess meet.” Natalie swallowed, mentally tallying Nixon down on her list of good people. So far, he had been nice, gentle, non-judgemental, and non-homophobic. At least something good came out of all of this.

"We met in music class in grade 9, there was a manditory talent show very unnecessary if you ask me but we partnered up since neither of us had any other friends in the class and she sung and I played the piano." He explained "How did you meet Ruby?" He asked taking a sip of his drink.

“You— you play piano? S-Same.” Natalie took another gulp of water. “We joined knitting club in Grade 8– to avoid socializing out- outside. We ended up— we ended up going to the same high school and now… Remind— remind me, how old are you?”

"Really? I never meet other piano players thats awesome!" He smiled "I'm 17, you?"

It felt unusual, to be this comfortable, to talk this much. “I play guitar too.” Natalie was mildly surprised that she’d made it through a sentence with a stranger without stuttering. “And I’m— I’m nineteen.”

"Nice the guitar sounds so cool, I have a drum box that I use for fun but I really want to learn how to play a drum set." Nixon added, he was glad he had found someone to talk to so he didn't spend the whole night watching drunk people by himself.

Alrighto. Small issue in her plan. Very mild. Food. She couldn't starve herself - didn't need another disorder to add to her list, she thought wirely. Creeping alongside the wall, Opal felt like a spy in her mermaid costume. Where were the kitchens? Silently cursing the layout of the house, she began to awkwardly move back to the bathroom. Sighing, she decided she'd have to, like, walk.

Natalie nodded nervously. “Cool. Where— what high school do you- do you go to?” Her nerves were easing, she was slowly becoming less and less jumpy.