forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

“Hey, it’ll be fine.” Tyler reassured her, pulling her close to his side.

Macha managed to nod despite her dry mouth and wobbly smile. They arrived in front of the door, and after a brief hesitation, she raised a hand to knock.

Before she could knock, the door opened and they were swept inside. “Heyyyy it’s Tyler!” One of his friends yelled, making him grin. They socialized for a bit, walking around and Tyler introducing Macha to his friends.

Macha stuck to Tyler’s side, eyes wide as they took in their surroundings; the large groups of people, the laughter, the shouts, the blaring music and dancing. Every time someone’s eyes lingered on her for a little longer than usual, she imagined they were taking in her stone skin and how much of a freak she was.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He asked, kissing her quickly and sitting her down.

Macha shook her head, attempting to appear nonchalant. “I’m fine, thanks though. No alcohol for me.” She laughed, slightly nervously, swallowing her eyes darted around.

Tyler noticed her nervousness and stood up, spotting Rafael and waving him over so she wouldn’t be alone. He squeezed her hand and walked away to get something.

Macha felt her stomach drop when Tyler left, but forced herself to get it together and greet Rafael. “Hey there.”

Tyler got a drink and made his way back to Macha, talking and laughing with a couple people on the way.

“Hey,” Rafaek returned with a nervous smile. “How are you?”

Macha faked an easy grin. “Good, you? Enjoying the party?”

(Morning!)

(Morning! How are you?)

Tyler sat back down next to Macha and stretched his legs out in front of him, glancing over at Rafael.

(Good, you?)

Macha slipped an arm around Tyler’s waist, using his warmth as an anchor. “Hey Tyler. Remember Rafael?”

(Pretty good)

Tyler frowned a little, thinking, then smiling a minute later. “Yeah! We met him last week right?”

Macha nodded encouragingly, wondering how much he remembered. How much of it do you remember? She winced as a drunk guy stumbled past, flinching away from his reaching hands.

I remember getting lunch and eating lunch with him, but not much else.

Oh. I’ll explain what happened later… Macha cleared her throat. “So Rafael, how do you know Briony?” She was referring to the host of the party.

“She’s my sister’s best friend, I’ve known her for a while.”

Tyler nodded, half listening, his memory growing less sharp as he drank.

Macha suddenly seemed to realize that what Tyler was drinking was, in fact, alcoholic. She tensed up immediately, but said nothing.
(Should I remove Rafael from the scene?)

(Sure)
Tyler glanced over at her. “What’s wrong?” He asked, finishing the last of his cup and placing it beside them.

(just pretend he wandered away lol)

Macha glanced up at him. "I'm fine. The party's just making me a bit nervous," she lied.

(Lol)

“We can leave if you like.” He said before suddenly getting swept away by his friends yelling for him.

Macha almost reached out a hand to pull him back, but lowered it quickly. Let him be, she told herself firmly, hugging her middle. Her breathing began to quicken. You are pathetic. The lights, the noise, it was all too much.

That's when a drunk guy with buzzed black hair stumbled up to her, putting his hand on the wall next to her. She stiffened, hands beginning to shake as he looked her over. "Whass wit your skin?" he mumbled, slurring his words.
(don't have Tyler come back yet, imma torture her a lil more)

(Awww I feel bad for herrr)

Tyler felt his memory start to dwindle but didn’t really care. He could remember Macha, it was fine, he thought as another drink appeared in his hands.

(Uh oh)

Macha cringed away, hands trembling as she tried to escape, but the guy grabbed her shoulders roughly with both hands and slammed her against the wall. “I said,” he drawled, “Whath’s wit your skin?” Macha shook her head helplessly, trying to push him away, but he just shoved her back again, grinning.

(Uh oH)

Tyler glanced back to see if Macha was okay but he couldn't spot her. Wondering if maybe he had forgotten that she said she was leaving, he brushed it off.

(Tyler noo)
(Gmorning)

Normally, Macha would have easily been able to push the guy away, but not like this, with her anxiety and shaking hands and legs she thought were about to buckle. She could barely breath, her throat was constructing? And there was nothing she could do to get away from the guy in front of her.

You’re weak. Pathetic. Useless. Push him away! Macha raised her arms to push him away but he just grabbed them and forced her back. Her stomach twisted. He raised a hand and prodded at her stone face, her neck, her shoulder, cashing her to shrink away in fear, but there was nowhere to go. He had her cornered, literally.

(Ahhhhhhhhhhh)
(Good morning)

Tyler turned back around, feeling Machas nervousness. He spotted the guy and walked over to them, wanting to help but not realizing the girl was Macha. He laid a hand on the guy’s shoulder and easily turned him so he was facing Tyler. “Helloooo there. I’m sure this young lady wouldn’t appreciate you bombarding her like this. So I suggest you leave her alone.” He growled the last words, glaring at the guy.

(Morning, how are you today?)

Macha almost melted with relief. “T-Tyler!” She blurted out, ducking around the guys and wrapping an arm around his side. Thank you.

The guy squinted at them, stepping forward dangerously. “It’s none of your business,” he spat drunkenly.

“It’s completely 100 percent my business. She’s my girlfriend not yours.” He spat, walking away from the guy with Macha, suddenly realizing who she was. “Oh hey!” He smiled down at her, tightening his grip on her.