forum Free Falling (OxO) (MATURE)
Started by @Painted-Iris group
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WARNING: THIS RP WILL BE MATURE IN THE SENSE THAT IT WILL FOCUS MOSTLY ON A SUICIDE ATTEMPT, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, ALCOHOLISM, ECT.


I cannot love myself. No one around me has ever shown they care. Father is always angry at me. Mother cannot say a word or she'll be harmed.
I HATE IT.
What if it could all just go away?
Could it really?
Yes. Everything. Gone in an instant.
Running. My lungs ache. My feet hurt. But I'm here now. The earth below will greet me as I attempt to walk on the air I know will not hold me. I don't care. I want it to happen.
Right foot.
Left-
"STOP!"
I'm falling the wrong way, and I collide with the ground and something else. No. Someone else.
"Please… don't do this."
"Why not?"
"I won't let you."
"You don't even know me."
"Well… I'd like to…"


Let me know if you're interested! If I've not done an RP with you before, I might need a sample!
Standard andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) rules.
Keep one liners limited, replies about three sentences at least.
I'll post my character in just a moment. I was thinking about this being a straight romance, no offense to the rest of the community out there :D


First and last name: Hazel Brixton
Age: 18
Appearance: Medium length wavy brown hair done in twin braids, green eyes, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, she's not skinny but far from fat. She stands at about 5'4. Her skin is a lighter shade. Wears glasses.
Outfit: She wears a long sleeved sweater that seems to be slightly oversized, a medium length green skirt, brown sandals, a small purse
Personality: She's very timid when talking to people. It's very hard for her to express herself openly to others as she's so used to being hurt or ignored anyways. She's very kindhearted however, but it's hard for her to be kind to herself. She has very low self esteem.
Likes: Reading, overly sweetened coffee, warm flavored teas, puns though she's bad at coming up with them
Dislikes: Rain, being alone despite being used to it, people being discriminating toward others, yelling
Hobbies: She can often be found reading or sitting outside enjoying the day when it's warm.
Backstory (optional): Her father abuses her to keep it short. She got so used to being hurt she began to do it to herself.
Other: Loves to read to get away from bad thoughts, even after working at the coffee shop, she still doesn't understand the different coffee type name things.

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Of course!

Dali stood in the back of a tavern, cleaning up tables with a dirty rag. His eyes were drooping with days of staying awake. His leg was acting up again, making him lean most of his weight on the table. One more table, then I'm done. He promised himself, the man not paying attention to anything but this damn mess on the table. One more table, one more table, one more table…

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Thank you
I know you said straight (And he will be) but is it alright for him to be trans? It probably won't come up but I wanted to ask

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First and last name: Antonio "Toni" Summers
Age: Just turned 19
Appearance: Antonio is about 5'11 give or take, he's mostly all legs. His skin is olive, hinting at his Greek roots and his face is a bit asymmetrical, but not that noticeable. He has a tattoo of a simple sun on his shoulder and another of grape vines along his collarbone. His eyes are almond shaped and a yellowish brown color.
Outfit: He tends to wear graphic tees and board shorts with sandals. He basically looks like he got fashion advice from a surfer dude.
Personality: Antonio is kind of like a quiet presence when people need it, tending to be louder with his friends. He's still wildly outgoing, don't get me wrong. His humor mainly consists of dad jokes, so that probably says something about him.
Likes: Libraries, ice cream, having hairy legs, stim toys, and things that light up.
Dislikes: Overly sweet smelling perfume, his email box overflowing, school most of the time, smudging the paint.
Hobbies: Painting and pressing flowers.
Other: He got the tattoos to be ironic becuase his last name is summers and he's from greece

@Painted-Iris group

Branches whipped gently in the breeze. Hazel was only in a nightgown and a jacket, plus a pair of worn down boots. It wasn’t just for a walk however. The slightly chubby girl stood close to the edge of a cliff that was in the midst of a small forest only about a mile from her house. It was a fair enough fall, perhaps 50 feet up? The girl didn’t know. She simply wanted to get her final action done and over with.
Her father never loved her. Her mother was only married for the sake of her having a seemingly complete family. She'd be free. As for herself… she wouldn't have to hurt anymore.
The leaves crunched beneath her feet as she took a step closer to the edge. The wind seemed to be calling her, tempting her forward. The earth beneath would soon mourn as her blood spread over the dirt. Taking a deep breath, she let herself take the fall. At least, she would have.
There was a quick tug from behind. Falling in the opposite direction than originally intended, she stumbled on top of someone she had never met before. Both of their breaths were heavy, the atmosphere thick with tension. Hazel had fallen backwards and couldn't see the person behind her.

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(Ah crap sorry, I forgot to post my response lol, I was changing classes and didn't hit the post button)

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Antonio had been planning on spending the night in the forest, he enjoyed camping. He was just taking a quick walk before he would go to sleep. He saw a pretty cool looking cliff that seemed like it would have a good view for him to sketch earlier in the day and was heading there now, humming to some tune he heard on the car radio.

He had just turned the corner when he saw someone at the edge, eyes widening. Oh shit- Is someone going to jump off? Should I stop them? Of course I should stop them you idiot! He thought, his brain running at a hundred miles per hour as he dropped his sketchbook and tool and raced toward the person on the ledge. Just as they stepped off, he grabbed them and fell onto his back.

@Painted-Iris group

(No worries :D)

Hazel had stumbled on top of the stranger, completely surprised. Why…? Why anything? She didn't understand the timing, nor the stranger, nor the reason they were here. The point was that she had failed. She couldn't even get away with suicide correctly.
Her limbs hurt from the impact as she moved herself off of the trespasser. Turning around, she blinked at him with wide eyes. It was someone who might have been about her age. He was lanky and tall where she was short and stout. He… seemed fairly attractive as well, though she didn't really know what taste was good and what wasn't.
She wanted to ask this stranger why he had decided to save her, but that was a silly question. Anyone with a good head on their shoulders would stop her. Ha… she supposed that meant she really did have a horrible mind.
Instead of saying anything, Hazel moved to sit at the base of one of the trees.
Despite wanting to hold in the tears like she always did, a few ran down her cheeks, warm in contrast to the autumn air.

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Antonio stood up and brushed off his shorts, looking concerned. "Ar-Are you okay?" He asked, mentally cursing himself because You just watched them almost die, of course they aren't okay, change your question!

"I- uh, I mean, are you okay physically? No wounds or anything? If you are I have a first aid kit in my jeep, if you want."

@Painted-Iris group

Hazel shook her head. She actually wasn't lying for the time being. She might have gotten a small scrape somewhere from falling, but nothing serious. Nothing that was recent anyways…
Her heart was pounding. She could feel the stranger's gaze on her and it nearly made her squirm. She felt like she was being picked apart bit by bit. It didn't matter if he was trying to help. Her mind only let her think the worst in people. If the people who were supposed to love her the most couldn't, why would anyone else?
Why should she…?
Hazel hugged her knees to her chest trying to seem smaller. Her lungs were trying to refill too quickly, making her breathing short and ragged. The girl tried to calm her breathing to convince both of them that things were fine.
But they weren't.
The never had been.