Quite possibly. ...I'm going to go now. You guys try to stay on topic. Be good and have fun.
Personally, I've been viewing this thread off and on since the day it went up to make sure it was doing alright since I helped Smash with getting everything situated. While I'm here, though, since I was called to attention like some kind of rare wild animal that's been spotted...Let's have the relationship drama in here not happen again, yeah? Like, at all. Completely not the place for it. Thanks. <3 You guys don't have to be afraid of me. It's not like I'm going to BAN you all or something. Hahaha. Hah.
Rude, much.
Thanks for letting us know! Feel better soon and good luck.
You guys don't all have to be involved in whatever is happening. If you don't have anything to do, it's fine to just 'go home' and sleep or something until Day 3. This is only really for those at the diner and those who were going to get sushi. Almost just five hours left for them to ... finish that and go home.
Thanks for joining! Welcomeee! Can I ask that you change your appearance picture though? It's rather small and grainy so I can't really work with it when making videos and graphics and such.
Okay, guys. You only have a little less than SEVEN HOURS before Day 3 begins. The day of Quin's concert. The day we all meet up in the same place finally. Yep. If you're in the middle of doing something, YOU NEED TO WRAP IT UP. You have 7 hours to do so. Good luuuuck.
【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE | OOC: Today is the last day of day two. Wrap it up. <3 | ♪ !!】 The house (x) was isolated. After they had lost the home her parents bought with each other, they were forced to downgrade to this shithole in comparison. At first it wasn't that bad. Quaint. A little blue house at the top of a hill. There was a giant backyard, a small patio and an assortment of plants and vines that wrapped around stubby white pillars at the front. Years of neglect had only hidden the house away further. The grass was overgrown and the vines practically swallowed the house now. She considered just getting in her car and driving away, but apathy had given way to panic now. She rammed into the door one more painful time before giving up and throwing her cold face into her hands. The sound of flames flaring overpowered the rest of that woman's lecture. Madeline didn't even have to look. The sounds were vivid enough that she could perfectly envision the photos curling and blackening into ash. It was okay. It was fine. Thomas must have had backups somewhere, and the most important picture was still in her email. She closed the door quietly and stepped off of the steps leading up to her door. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her palm and gently pulled her cell phone from out of her bag again, hitting redial. BEEEEP. "Thomas. I know you're not talking to me, but can you please prepare a few copies of those pictures we took? I'll leave you alone after, I promise. ...I lost them." When she was finished with that call, she started to walk back to her car and dialed another number. She was answered on the second ring, just as she was climbing into the driver's seat. "M." "I'm coming over."
Some things. 1. Do not timeskip for everyone. Ignore HoT's timeskip if you want to elaborate on the day. It's fine to timeskip for yourself (I.e Madeline writes about going to bed when you guys are still doing the sushi thing) but not for everyone...unless you're me. If you're around other people and your timeskip would affect them, don't do it. Just remove yourself from the scenario before timeskipping. 2. READ THE OOC. ALWAYS. ESPECIALLY BEFORE YOU POST. Nothing written in here is for the lols. It all matters. If you don't read it, you're going to miss something and have to backtrack. Try to pay attention. 3. Read your post before you hit submit. Fuzzy bby I know you're using your phone to post but sometimes it's just so incomprehensible I can't even. Everyone makes typos and mistakes and **** so it's best if we all try to make sure the post is okay. Not just with typos but in relation to everyone else's. (Which is also why reading EVERYONE'S post is important. Especially because some things will make no sense to you in the future when things go batshit if you don't know everyone's story) 4. Make sure 48 hours never goes by without you posting unless you've already spoken to me.
【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE | OOC: Today is the last day of day two. Wrap it up. <3 | ♪】 *Trigger warning* Angry. Angry. Angry. Spoiler: Starvation Uncle Reed wasn't all bad. He taught her a lot, actually. He was a 35-year-old business manager (who still looked to be in his early twenties) with bright blue eyes and black rimmed-glasses the she never saw him take off. He was happy to have her there, often stating how lonely he got (despite having a very serious girlfriend), and how nice it was that there was someone else to come home to now. This didn't bother her at first. In middle school, the bullying started. She was rather...chubby at this point and had never really seen a reason to change that. It wasn't until the teasing started up that she began feeling absolutely horrible about herself. The jokes started after the chair she was sitting in collapsed in the middle of an exam. She was mortified and the teacher had made no effort to stop the roar of laughter that followed. It only took a month before she hated herself. She hated her body. She hated her voice--often sounding huskier than most of the girl's her age. She hated her interests. She was not Japanese. They would never let her forget it. She was not thin, either. Her Lolita dresses made her look like a '16th century whale'. She couldn't remember who had made that joke first. It was recycled too many times. She never cried. She only hated. She started throwing up and stopped eating regularly when she was 14. She couldn't bare to think that her entire life would be this way, so something had to change. She started to work out religiously. She ate something small every other day and drowned her stomach with water. She became a vegetarian a few months into her new regimen. Meat was not doing her any favors, said the internet. At first she just looked sick ...Then she learned from Uncle Reed's girlfriend how to hide the sickness with make up--and how to conserve and fake energy. Kera was a nice woman, Madeline thought. She understood her. Kera told her about her own battle with weight and taught her everything she needed to know. They made a nice pair; Kera and Uncle Reed. Kera helped her lose weight and hide her feelings, and Uncle Reed taught her how to manipulate people. As soon as he found out about the bullying, he simply advised her to start doing things for them like buying them gifts for holidays, and baking cookies and cakes. He said that the bullying may not stop instantly, but people would come to trust her with time. Then he taught her about the 'little steps to revenge'. This method only worked if you were smart about it and got the timing right. "You don't have to do it all at once," he wrote in a note he left for her before school one morning. "You will eventually find acceptance and satisfaction in the little things. For instance, baking a batch of cookies and lacing one with laxatives. Just one. Not the whole batch. That way, only one of those fuckers get sick and no one can really trace it back to you. After all, it didn't make anyone else sick, right? Little things like that will make you feel better along the way. Have a good day at school, honey. Knock 'em dead."Knock 'em dead indeed. The short drive was unmemorable. As the crippling agony in her chest began to subside, she started to feel especially stupid for breaking down in the first place. What was he to her? Thomas was nothing. She was just using him anyway. She got her photos so that's all that really mattered. She would try uploading them later that night. Well...All but one. She shivered as she stepped out of her warm car and into the elements. Winter was right around the corner and while she loved the snow, she hardly dressed for it. She regretted not wearing one of her heavy coats, but she had wanted to show off her outfit for some reason. Some reason... Madeline was shivering by the time she reached her door. Her keys chimed melodiously with each involuntary spasm of her fingers before she jammed the house key into the lock and twisted her wrist. The familiar buzz of the television greeted her as the door cracked; but then something blocked it from opening all of the way. This sound was also recognizable. The jolt of the four metal door chains her mother had installed. They kept the paranoid away at night, and in some cases, Madeline. "God fucking damn it. Not again... NOT TODAY, MOM. OPEN THE DOOR." She was honestly trying to control the volume of her voice, but it wasn't working. She was too tired. Too cold. Too secretly distraught. She peered through the crack with angry eyes just to see dead green ones looking back at her. That woman. Her mother. She was just standing there like a fucking weirdo, gazing back. In her hands she held the manila folder Thomas had given to Madeline just yesterday. Panic flared up inside of her. "Let me in, please!" She dropped her bag and rammed her shoulder into the door in a futile attempt to break the chains. Pain seared through her arm and she remembered her fall from the other day. She gasped with heavy exasperation, eyes locked onto the folder as her mother finally opened her mouth to speak. "When did you take these pictures, Madeline?" "Jesus! I told you already. Thomas and I had a photoshoot on the 11th. He just got the pictures to me... Let me in! " "Were you going to say anything about them? ...I've yet to meet this boy. Madeline, you know better. Are you two dating? Have you slept together?" "NO." Her mother looked doubtful and she instantly wanted to die. She would never subject Thomas to that. Touching her. Someone like her. Never. "You took the car today without my permission, Madeline." "Permission? Since when do you care what I do?" She was about to say more, but she froze as her mother dumped the photos into a bucket she hadn't even noticed was at her feet and threw the folder over her shoulder. What was she doing? She disappeared for a few moments and returned with some vegetable oil, drizzling it over the glossy pictures. Madeline's heart sunk. "Oh, Madeline, baby...What am I going to do with you?"
Thank you very much. That's that. Now you writers should have an easier time, knowing who you're writing for! I'll update the main cast list thing later tonight after I talk with someone, hopefully. /locked.
Don't feel good. Still resting off and on.
Deadline extended because there's no way I'll be done on the 19th so it's not really fair to expect you guys to hand your lines in before I can even work on them. Sick sick sick. If you rushed your lines, feel free to send me redos.
【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE | OOC: Short post. I can't even. I'm so tired. | ♪】 There was a short, awkward pause before she shook her head back and forth. She just wanted to go home. It would not only be an emotional mess to ask Quin to stick around, but it would be completely embarrassing. She was already getting choked up again upon noticing that Thomas had still not appeared anywhere. She felt extremely lethargic as well. She had to get home. "I'll come to your concert tomorrow." Her voice was a low murmur, as if Quin's concert was some kind of secret. "Thanks again." With that, she quickly made her way back to the drivers side of the car; revving up the engine, and neglecting to buckle herself in, before navigating her car through the main traffic and onto one of the spiraling backroads.
WHOA JAYN, THERE'S SO MUCH GOING ON. HOW DO I EVEN GET INVOLVED IN IT? To my dearest RP babus who are currently trying to find someone to interact with or something to do. Here's some stuff going on that you can jump into. (This only includes those doing more than...walking around or looking at pictures of Jesus.) Remember to post as often as possible, otherwise you'll waste an entire day away having done nothing to involve your character!!✖ Madeline and Quin are currently outside of the roped off/police infested Cafe near the school. Maybe you see them and strike up a conversation? Offer to grab something to eat? ✖ Temperance and Cherno are currently at a diner discussing the email/hoax Tumblr post. Maybe you stumble on in and join the discussion? ✖ Aileen is currently walking to a daycare near Brian's house in order to meet him and go out to eat. Maybe you see her and offer her a ride?
The series is like, eight episodes minus the OVA. I don't think that's much of a commitment, looool. I enjoyed the anime. It really touched my inner-lesbian. I don't really like the song that much, though.
【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE | OOC | ♪】 Slowly, her dignity returned to her and she took a deep, long sniff. She dug through her bag for a handkerchief from an earlier cosplay and dabbed at her eyes with it somewhat dramatically. When she lifted her face, Quin's hand was outstretched to her. A surge of rage ran through her, but she was far too exhausted to act on it. Instead, she accepted the offer and stood. She was extremely embarrassed, but she didn't know what to do. Things felt extremely awkward now and she really just wanted to get in her car and drive off. She felt that wouldn't be entirely fair, though. She resisted the temptation to check her phone and straightened her dress with a deep, deep breath. "...Thank you." It was half genuine. She was grateful that she hadn't started snapping pics, but she was still feeling a bit uncomfortable to have even been seen.
Sometime after 10:30am, before noon.
That's really great, thank you!
【WEARING | LATEST TUMBLR UPDATE | OOC | ♪ !!】 Madeline chewed on her bottom lip as Quin approached her. She had to calm down again. This would be the second time she lost her cool in public if she didn't stop herself. She blinked finally then turned her eyes to Quin's. It was almost like she had never met Quin--or anyone before this. She didn't want to pretend, she just wanted to scream. She couldn't, though. She deserved this. She was a terrible person, after all. Her arms fell limp at her sides, and her bag slipped down her shoulder and onto the cement. She didn't notice though. She was smiling now, the same smile as always. "Hello, Quin. I'm fi--ne." Her voice broke, and before she knew it, tears she had held back for years began to fall down. It felt like someone had ripped a hole in her chest and stomach and everything inside was gushing out of her continuously in a rage. It was so sudden that she began to tremble again. The silent tears were soon replaced by suffocating sobs. She threw her hand to her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut, kneeling to the cement in defeat and shame. What was this? Weakness? It HURT. She felt like she was dying...And all in front of this girl. This was horrifying. She would laugh at her. Maybe even take pictures so everyone else could laugh, too. "H-he left m-me, he--" She gasped, wrapping her arms around her stomach and clutching her sides. "He s-stood me up, he-he lef-left me ALONE! What do I do? What do I do? I-I can't, it hurts, Quin."
