Post by Ebony Wynter on Jul 15, 2007 12:52:01 GMT -5
Behind The Mask
Name: Aiden, bitchesss
Age: 18.
Experience: I've been doing this on and off for quite a few years. It used to be Harry Potter (Shut up!), LotR (That was only 2), and then lately it's been this real life stuff.
In The Mirror
Name: Ebony Orion Wynter
Age: 18
Grade: Twelve
Sexual Orientation: Bi (Because we all know Aiden can't make a straight character)
Physical Description:
[eyes]
Now Ebony's eyes are something to behold. Without makeup they're wide, innocent, and absolutely gorgeous. A pretty sea-green color that often shifts to a darker green or a more blueish color. Sometimes Ebony will wear eyeliner, but for the most part he doesn't. His own eyes are beautiful enough. They're even framed with the thick lashes that girls apply layers of mascara for. So if you haven't realized what I'm trying to say yet. Ebony has gorgeous eyes. They also hold a lot of expression, so people should look at his eyes to see if he's being sarcastic or sincere.
[face]
Beautiful. In a feminine way, of course. His cheekbones are high and defined, skin pale and milky, and chin delicate. He has a heart-shaped face, something that doesn't help the whole feminine feel, and full lips. One piercing is located in his lower lip, right through the middle of it. One of three piercings. Lip, and one in each ear. But not everyone is perfect, even though Ebony is pretty damn close. His nose is hooked and out of place on his face. It's not a Snape hook or anything, but it is hooked, and it can be rather noticeable. Ebony hates it, but also hates surgery so he'll never correct it.
[hair]
Longer than what is deemed acceptable for guys, Ebony's hair falls to hide his ears. It's layered, choppy, and a blue-black color that is all natural. He doesn't dye it much. Sometimes he'll add some odd color in the mass of hair. But for the most part it's just the shiny blue-black that most people try to attain. The layers usually fall in his eyes. It's emo hair but he doesn't cover the whole eye. It does attack his field of vision sometimes, which is a pain in the ass when driving.
[body]
Skinny white kid. Yeah, that sums up Ebony incredibly well. He's tallish, standing at 6'1, and a little less than 130 lbs. His limbs are long, and he's actually a pretty fast runner. There is muscle on Ebony. It's just not so noticeable. He's meant to be graceful and not a fighter. Which could be why his fingers are long and slender. He's too quiet and child-like to be mean and vindictive. He's just pretty. A pretty, skinny, white kid.
Physical Flaws:
-Hook nose that's wonky as hell
-Too damn sexy to be on this earth A circular scar on the back of his neck
-Middle finger has a bump on it and points in a weird direction. The bump comes from writing too much.
Celebrity: BellZ
Celebrity picture:
Deep Inside
Personality:
[sensitive]
No, really! Little Ebony is such a sensitive bugger. You can say something and he'll take it the wrong way and that's that. He'll be all sad inside. Call him emo, but he's just sensitive. It also makes him sensitive to other people's feelings. Kind of like a people-reader. Ebony can look at someone and get a feel for what they're feeling. He's really quite a sweetie. There aren't many men like him in the world. Ebony doesn't always go after sex. Yeah, he does sometimes. But he's a guy. Blame it on the Y chromosome if anything. He's just generally sweet, caring, sensitive, and will treat you right. But betray him and that's it. There are no second chances with Ebony. Mess it up and he's out of your life for good. Ebony falls for people quickly and often ends up getting hurt. He really is a sweetheart.
[Passionate]
For anything Ebony does he puts passion in it. Painting, modelling, relationships, or anything like that. Screw 100%. Ebony puts in 110%. Over-achiever? Probably. Ebony just wants to put his all into everything he does. Makes him a wonderful boyfriend, but he's more prone for going for the guys. They seem to treat him better. He'll probably be gay in 2 years. Or less. Right now painting is his one true love. Screw the rest of the relationships.
[Moody]
Not quite bipolar, but Ebony has more moodswings than a teenage girl. Usually it stays with happy. But one minute he'll be all giggly like a little Catholic school girl, and the next he'll be biting your head off like that stripper who shall remain nameless (had to throw that in there. I love you, Shar.) With the moodiness comes sarcasm, but Ebony is known for his astounding wit. His comebacks are quick, snappy, and usually aren't understood unless you're of his intelligence level. He's not violent. He can be but isn't usually. Mostly it's a words thing. Words can hurt, though. Especially with Ebony. Screw him over and he gets downright nasty. Ebony will end up hating you for the rest of your life
[Childish]
You just want to squeeze the bugger. He's rash, impulsive, and has been known to swing on swings or play hopscotch. Ebony is still a child despite his 18 years of age. He relates better to children and their wonderful innocence and openness. Ebony didn't have much of a childhood so he's kind of living it now. It makes him wonderful to be around at times. The genuine sincerity and the mushyness that makes you want to puke. He loves physical contact and will hug anyone if they're looking sad. Anyone. Even an exotic dancer with a lazy eye. Anyone.
[Dreamer]
Ebony is a day-dreamer. He can spend hours and hours with his head in space. He's usually found with a notebook around him so he can sketch his thoughts into that. Some of the artwork tends to creep people out, just the intensity of it, but it's not some lost little emo child calling for help. Really. He's not quite sure what he wants to do after high school, or even after college, and that's odd for Ebony. He focuses a lot in the future, something that is a major flaw, and tends not to live for today. But to live for 10 years from now. That's why his relationships don't always work out. He'll love passionately and look to spending the rest of his life with that person. They'll get sick of his "and one day we'll live in this beautiful house" talk. Really does get irritating.
[Depression]
Ebony is prone to bouts of depression, but they're not usually severe. It might have something to do with all the heart wrenching music he listens to. Or all those fucking romance novels he reads. Ebony is a hopeless romantic, but anyway. These are the days that Ebony is silent, cold, and distant. He won't speak, even to his friends, and locks himself away. If he were at home in London then he would be in his attic with his paints. But he's not at home. He's in Canada and therefore just grabs his headphones. He won't look at you, speak to you, or even make any movements to acknowledge your presence. There are a few things that happened to Ebony when he was younger (Things I cleverly left out of his history. Go Aiden!), and he won't talk about them. Sometimes they come back to haunt him, and that's when Ebony has a break down. Try to help him then and you'll probably get punched.
[Quiet]
He is, above all else, a very quiet individual. While most strive for human contact and depend on everything else, Ebony is independent and views himself away from everyone else. He has a few close friends, fellow artists, but for the most part he won't interact with anyone else. Ebony is painfully shy, horribly innocent, and social situations make him cringe. He could very well be suffering from Social Anxiety Disorder, as his friends or mom still have to order food for him, but Ebony is content with having the few friends he has. A lot of people try to get him to talk, but he'll usually just stare at them with a thoughtful expression on his delicate features.
History:
[birth and early life]
Ebony was born and raised in London, England. His father is still a lawyer and his mother is still a nurse. The house he grew up in is the house his parents still live in. A modest house with very beautiful decorating thanks to his mother. The Wynter family didn't flaunt their wealth, though they certainly had it, and focused more on the family. They were, and still remain, a very close family. There was nothing horrible or scarring about Ebony's birth and young life. He can only remember the family dinners and the way his father would sit around the fire and tell stories. The Wynters are just a very close and loving family, something you don't find inthe world today. Sure, there were plenty of eccentric family members, but no one ever felt out of place or unloved. Besides, the crazy family members made everything more interesting. This was the world Ebony was brought up in.
He was a member of private schools for his life in London. It was arts oriented because his parents found out their little son had quite a knack for the arts. It was one of those nourishing schools that were supposed to help children grow in their skills. Ebony did. The Wynters had the money so might as well send their son to an awesome school. And to think, that was just the kindergarten and elementary schools. He entered his first year of middle school, but that was when the Wynters found out about a school in Canada. It was time to move Ebony.
[Moving Day]
Ebony didn't have a lot of friends in London. Actually, he didn't have many. His quiet personality kept a lot of people away from him. But he was moved to Canada at the age of 16, something that didn't really shock him, and started at Abbington Heights. His parents still reside in London, sending him money occasionally, but Ebony has found something else he's good at. Modelling. Now it's his last year at Abbington Heights, and he's positive he's going to miss it, but he's already been accepted into a wonderful arts college that will make him go far in life. On a modelling scholarship, as well as a few for his painting, Ebony will leave this school at the end of the year.
Likes:
+Food
+Chocolate
+Chocolate covered strawberries
+Fruit salad
+Air conditioning
+Concerts
+Band t-shirts
+Black and white movies
+Photography
+Black
+Eyeliner
+Boys&&girls
+Oranges
+Jazzersize
+Children (Not in the M.J way!)
+Ancient history
+Old houses
+Ghost stories
+Music
+Snowmen
+Rain
+Bubblegum
Dislikes:
-Scene girls
-Posers
-Mean little kids
-Rap
-Bad music
-Evil girls
-Sneezing
-Public bathrooms
-The camp beds
-Thunderstorms
-Strippers
-Expensive food
-Cars
-Immaturity
-Math
-Body odor
-Public swimming pools (Do I need to explain why?!)
-Bad music
Character flaws:
-Makes "aww" noises at small animals. Almost constantly.
-Swears. A lot.
-Rolls his eyes
-Glares
-Can be very, very, very bitchy. Don't piss him off.
-Sometimes judges people too quickly
-Is too quiet
Other
Clique: Artists
Clubs: Art Club and Newspaper
Other: BOB is the sexiest mofo on the planet! - edited by Admin :][/color][/size]
Sample
Roleplaying sample: -blinks- Hoe, I'm an admin.
"I have no doubt that you'll remember. Don't worry, I'll show you one day. You'll just be blinded by my skinny and pale legs," Jare said from his place on the ground. He sat up and shook the dirt from his back now. He really was pale. Jare made an albino look Mexican. It wasn't from lack of going out in the sun. This summer Jare had spent a lot of time in the sun. It was more of a genetic thing. Everyone in his family was pale. Somehow Jare just looked paler. It might be the black hair. Such a contrast to the white of his skin. That was the only excuse Jare could think of. His tired mind was so not working right now. He seriously doubted if he could pick up a writing utensil and write his name. Pen. Haha, that was a funny word. Jare smiled at the thought of it. Pen. Wait, no. It was definitely time to get sleep. Sleep was your friend. Sleep was good. Sleep was something Jare desperately needed right now. He could always hang out with Ryu later. He probably would. Ryu was Jare's first friend. Or, someone that Jare could be friends with. There weren't many other people here that Jare had met that shared his interests. So yes, now Ryu was Jare's friend. Run while you still can, Ryu. Run.
"My brother, Cayden, is eighteen." He wasn't even sure why Cayden was at camp. Really, Jare didn't question it. He was mostly adding Cayden in as an after-thought. It would require some major begging on Jare's part. The two were close. Cayden just didn't do much unless there was gain in it for him. Jare couldn't see anyway that Cayden would prosper in the fact that Ryu and Jare were going to get ink placed in their skin with needles. But the thought soon broke off. Too. Tired. Must. Sleep. The new thought rebounded in Jare's head and echoed, rather painfully, as he closed his eyes for a minute. Just a minute. He had to shake himself to wake up. Rubbing his eyes, Jare shook his head harder. Until it hurt. If he was going to follow Ryu then he needed to be able to stay awake.
"Hon, I'm tired and the beds are gross. If you gave me a tattered blanket and a semi-clean pillowcase I could probably lunge and you and hug you senseless. So you just bought my love for sixty-four dollars. Feel special. It's usually a lot more expensive." Actually, Jare pretty much loved you if you were nice to him and proved you were a good friend. But Ryu. Wow, Ryu had proved to be nice and was lending him sheets. If Jare wasn't so tired then he'd get up and hug the tiny boy. Again. But Jare was tired and instead shifted, his brain protesting, and supressed yet another yawn. He shook his head again, muscles twinging in pain, and finally did yawn. Repeat the squeaking process.
Jare's gaze followed Ryu's finger. "Swee Lord allmighty, we're going in there?! Holy muffins, I'm going to fucking die!" Jare's blue eyes were wide now. Terrified. Dark woods. Dark creepy woods. Dark creepy woods of mass destruction! Jare took a deep breath and shook his head. Fuck. This was going to be loads of fun. He felt like whimpering again, like a little lost puppy, but squished the thought. Those woods were evil looking. What could be in there?! Big animals. Big scary animals. Big scary animals of mass destruction! Jare for the millionth time shook his head to clear himself of those thoughts. Maybe there was nothing in the woods. Maybe it was completely empty. And maybe Britney Spears wasn't a cheap blonde.
"Ryu, I'm going to stay so close to you that you're going to have to push me away. We have no flashlight and I'm just a skinny little boy. Wait, optimistic thought," Jare paused and thought for a moment, "if there is anything horrible in there that wants to eat us they won't. Even put together we're not enough of a meal. Right?" They really weren't. Both teenagers were pretty skinny. It still didn't help much that Jare had said "if there is anything in there tha wants to eat us." Assuming there wasn't anything in there. Maybe it was just a rabid raccoon. Rabies could be taken care of. Right? Jare hoped.
Now Jare followed Ryu closely. Very closely. He wasn't going to lose Ryu and be lost in the woods to die. No, that was not a way Jare wanted to die. Time for a cringe. Jare looked at Ryu now, eyes still wide in horror and fear, and tried to be brave. He just kept repeating in his head, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. while trying to block out other thoughts. Swirling thoughts of rabid raccoons, lions, tigers, and bears, oh my! Or ax-wielding madmen from Russia. Or circus clowns that were murderous and on the run from the law. AH! Jare didn't want to go in the woods. Didn't want to go anywhere near the woods. It was probably his fault for being out past curfew anyway. There was obviously a reason there was a curfew. Jare had just realized it. When he next spoke his voice was soft and whispery, "You sure this is a short cut?" He didn't want to break the silence. Jare was afraid a huge animal would come running after them in they heard Jare's voice. He was close to Ryu now. Very close. There was no way Jare was getting lost in the woods. And if Ryu got lost and was never found again then Jare would have major regrets for the remainder of his life.
^^I was all proud of that one.[/size]
Name: Aiden, bitchesss
Age: 18.
Experience: I've been doing this on and off for quite a few years. It used to be Harry Potter (Shut up!), LotR (That was only 2), and then lately it's been this real life stuff.
In The Mirror
Name: Ebony Orion Wynter
Age: 18
Grade: Twelve
Sexual Orientation: Bi (Because we all know Aiden can't make a straight character)
Physical Description:
[eyes]
Now Ebony's eyes are something to behold. Without makeup they're wide, innocent, and absolutely gorgeous. A pretty sea-green color that often shifts to a darker green or a more blueish color. Sometimes Ebony will wear eyeliner, but for the most part he doesn't. His own eyes are beautiful enough. They're even framed with the thick lashes that girls apply layers of mascara for. So if you haven't realized what I'm trying to say yet. Ebony has gorgeous eyes. They also hold a lot of expression, so people should look at his eyes to see if he's being sarcastic or sincere.
[face]
Beautiful. In a feminine way, of course. His cheekbones are high and defined, skin pale and milky, and chin delicate. He has a heart-shaped face, something that doesn't help the whole feminine feel, and full lips. One piercing is located in his lower lip, right through the middle of it. One of three piercings. Lip, and one in each ear. But not everyone is perfect, even though Ebony is pretty damn close. His nose is hooked and out of place on his face. It's not a Snape hook or anything, but it is hooked, and it can be rather noticeable. Ebony hates it, but also hates surgery so he'll never correct it.
[hair]
Longer than what is deemed acceptable for guys, Ebony's hair falls to hide his ears. It's layered, choppy, and a blue-black color that is all natural. He doesn't dye it much. Sometimes he'll add some odd color in the mass of hair. But for the most part it's just the shiny blue-black that most people try to attain. The layers usually fall in his eyes. It's emo hair but he doesn't cover the whole eye. It does attack his field of vision sometimes, which is a pain in the ass when driving.
[body]
Skinny white kid. Yeah, that sums up Ebony incredibly well. He's tallish, standing at 6'1, and a little less than 130 lbs. His limbs are long, and he's actually a pretty fast runner. There is muscle on Ebony. It's just not so noticeable. He's meant to be graceful and not a fighter. Which could be why his fingers are long and slender. He's too quiet and child-like to be mean and vindictive. He's just pretty. A pretty, skinny, white kid.
Physical Flaws:
-Hook nose that's wonky as hell
-
-Middle finger has a bump on it and points in a weird direction. The bump comes from writing too much.
Celebrity: BellZ
Celebrity picture:
Deep Inside
Personality:
[sensitive]
No, really! Little Ebony is such a sensitive bugger. You can say something and he'll take it the wrong way and that's that. He'll be all sad inside. Call him emo, but he's just sensitive. It also makes him sensitive to other people's feelings. Kind of like a people-reader. Ebony can look at someone and get a feel for what they're feeling. He's really quite a sweetie. There aren't many men like him in the world. Ebony doesn't always go after sex. Yeah, he does sometimes. But he's a guy. Blame it on the Y chromosome if anything. He's just generally sweet, caring, sensitive, and will treat you right. But betray him and that's it. There are no second chances with Ebony. Mess it up and he's out of your life for good. Ebony falls for people quickly and often ends up getting hurt. He really is a sweetheart.
[Passionate]
For anything Ebony does he puts passion in it. Painting, modelling, relationships, or anything like that. Screw 100%. Ebony puts in 110%. Over-achiever? Probably. Ebony just wants to put his all into everything he does. Makes him a wonderful boyfriend, but he's more prone for going for the guys. They seem to treat him better. He'll probably be gay in 2 years. Or less. Right now painting is his one true love. Screw the rest of the relationships.
[Moody]
Not quite bipolar, but Ebony has more moodswings than a teenage girl. Usually it stays with happy. But one minute he'll be all giggly like a little Catholic school girl, and the next he'll be biting your head off like that stripper who shall remain nameless (had to throw that in there. I love you, Shar.) With the moodiness comes sarcasm, but Ebony is known for his astounding wit. His comebacks are quick, snappy, and usually aren't understood unless you're of his intelligence level. He's not violent. He can be but isn't usually. Mostly it's a words thing. Words can hurt, though. Especially with Ebony. Screw him over and he gets downright nasty. Ebony will end up hating you for the rest of your life
[Childish]
You just want to squeeze the bugger. He's rash, impulsive, and has been known to swing on swings or play hopscotch. Ebony is still a child despite his 18 years of age. He relates better to children and their wonderful innocence and openness. Ebony didn't have much of a childhood so he's kind of living it now. It makes him wonderful to be around at times. The genuine sincerity and the mushyness that makes you want to puke. He loves physical contact and will hug anyone if they're looking sad. Anyone. Even an exotic dancer with a lazy eye. Anyone.
[Dreamer]
Ebony is a day-dreamer. He can spend hours and hours with his head in space. He's usually found with a notebook around him so he can sketch his thoughts into that. Some of the artwork tends to creep people out, just the intensity of it, but it's not some lost little emo child calling for help. Really. He's not quite sure what he wants to do after high school, or even after college, and that's odd for Ebony. He focuses a lot in the future, something that is a major flaw, and tends not to live for today. But to live for 10 years from now. That's why his relationships don't always work out. He'll love passionately and look to spending the rest of his life with that person. They'll get sick of his "and one day we'll live in this beautiful house" talk. Really does get irritating.
[Depression]
Ebony is prone to bouts of depression, but they're not usually severe. It might have something to do with all the heart wrenching music he listens to. Or all those fucking romance novels he reads. Ebony is a hopeless romantic, but anyway. These are the days that Ebony is silent, cold, and distant. He won't speak, even to his friends, and locks himself away. If he were at home in London then he would be in his attic with his paints. But he's not at home. He's in Canada and therefore just grabs his headphones. He won't look at you, speak to you, or even make any movements to acknowledge your presence. There are a few things that happened to Ebony when he was younger (Things I cleverly left out of his history. Go Aiden!), and he won't talk about them. Sometimes they come back to haunt him, and that's when Ebony has a break down. Try to help him then and you'll probably get punched.
[Quiet]
He is, above all else, a very quiet individual. While most strive for human contact and depend on everything else, Ebony is independent and views himself away from everyone else. He has a few close friends, fellow artists, but for the most part he won't interact with anyone else. Ebony is painfully shy, horribly innocent, and social situations make him cringe. He could very well be suffering from Social Anxiety Disorder, as his friends or mom still have to order food for him, but Ebony is content with having the few friends he has. A lot of people try to get him to talk, but he'll usually just stare at them with a thoughtful expression on his delicate features.
History:
[birth and early life]
Ebony was born and raised in London, England. His father is still a lawyer and his mother is still a nurse. The house he grew up in is the house his parents still live in. A modest house with very beautiful decorating thanks to his mother. The Wynter family didn't flaunt their wealth, though they certainly had it, and focused more on the family. They were, and still remain, a very close family. There was nothing horrible or scarring about Ebony's birth and young life. He can only remember the family dinners and the way his father would sit around the fire and tell stories. The Wynters are just a very close and loving family, something you don't find inthe world today. Sure, there were plenty of eccentric family members, but no one ever felt out of place or unloved. Besides, the crazy family members made everything more interesting. This was the world Ebony was brought up in.
He was a member of private schools for his life in London. It was arts oriented because his parents found out their little son had quite a knack for the arts. It was one of those nourishing schools that were supposed to help children grow in their skills. Ebony did. The Wynters had the money so might as well send their son to an awesome school. And to think, that was just the kindergarten and elementary schools. He entered his first year of middle school, but that was when the Wynters found out about a school in Canada. It was time to move Ebony.
[Moving Day]
Ebony didn't have a lot of friends in London. Actually, he didn't have many. His quiet personality kept a lot of people away from him. But he was moved to Canada at the age of 16, something that didn't really shock him, and started at Abbington Heights. His parents still reside in London, sending him money occasionally, but Ebony has found something else he's good at. Modelling. Now it's his last year at Abbington Heights, and he's positive he's going to miss it, but he's already been accepted into a wonderful arts college that will make him go far in life. On a modelling scholarship, as well as a few for his painting, Ebony will leave this school at the end of the year.
Likes:
+Food
+Chocolate
+Chocolate covered strawberries
+Fruit salad
+Air conditioning
+Concerts
+Band t-shirts
+Black and white movies
+Photography
+Black
+Eyeliner
+Boys&&girls
+Oranges
+Children (Not in the M.J way!)
+Ancient history
+Old houses
+Ghost stories
+Music
+Snowmen
+Rain
+Bubblegum
Dislikes:
-Scene girls
-Posers
-Mean little kids
-Rap
-Bad music
-Evil girls
-Sneezing
-Public bathrooms
-The camp beds
-Thunderstorms
-Strippers
-Expensive food
-Cars
-Immaturity
-Math
-Body odor
-Public swimming pools (Do I need to explain why?!)
-Bad music
Character flaws:
-Makes "aww" noises at small animals. Almost constantly.
-Swears. A lot.
-Rolls his eyes
-Glares
-Can be very, very, very bitchy. Don't piss him off.
-Sometimes judges people too quickly
-Is too quiet
Other
Clique: Artists
Clubs: Art Club and Newspaper
Other: BOB is the sexiest mofo on the planet! - edited by Admin :][/color][/size]
Sample
Roleplaying sample: -blinks- Hoe, I'm an admin.
"I have no doubt that you'll remember. Don't worry, I'll show you one day. You'll just be blinded by my skinny and pale legs," Jare said from his place on the ground. He sat up and shook the dirt from his back now. He really was pale. Jare made an albino look Mexican. It wasn't from lack of going out in the sun. This summer Jare had spent a lot of time in the sun. It was more of a genetic thing. Everyone in his family was pale. Somehow Jare just looked paler. It might be the black hair. Such a contrast to the white of his skin. That was the only excuse Jare could think of. His tired mind was so not working right now. He seriously doubted if he could pick up a writing utensil and write his name. Pen. Haha, that was a funny word. Jare smiled at the thought of it. Pen. Wait, no. It was definitely time to get sleep. Sleep was your friend. Sleep was good. Sleep was something Jare desperately needed right now. He could always hang out with Ryu later. He probably would. Ryu was Jare's first friend. Or, someone that Jare could be friends with. There weren't many other people here that Jare had met that shared his interests. So yes, now Ryu was Jare's friend. Run while you still can, Ryu. Run.
"My brother, Cayden, is eighteen." He wasn't even sure why Cayden was at camp. Really, Jare didn't question it. He was mostly adding Cayden in as an after-thought. It would require some major begging on Jare's part. The two were close. Cayden just didn't do much unless there was gain in it for him. Jare couldn't see anyway that Cayden would prosper in the fact that Ryu and Jare were going to get ink placed in their skin with needles. But the thought soon broke off. Too. Tired. Must. Sleep. The new thought rebounded in Jare's head and echoed, rather painfully, as he closed his eyes for a minute. Just a minute. He had to shake himself to wake up. Rubbing his eyes, Jare shook his head harder. Until it hurt. If he was going to follow Ryu then he needed to be able to stay awake.
"Hon, I'm tired and the beds are gross. If you gave me a tattered blanket and a semi-clean pillowcase I could probably lunge and you and hug you senseless. So you just bought my love for sixty-four dollars. Feel special. It's usually a lot more expensive." Actually, Jare pretty much loved you if you were nice to him and proved you were a good friend. But Ryu. Wow, Ryu had proved to be nice and was lending him sheets. If Jare wasn't so tired then he'd get up and hug the tiny boy. Again. But Jare was tired and instead shifted, his brain protesting, and supressed yet another yawn. He shook his head again, muscles twinging in pain, and finally did yawn. Repeat the squeaking process.
Jare's gaze followed Ryu's finger. "Swee Lord allmighty, we're going in there?! Holy muffins, I'm going to fucking die!" Jare's blue eyes were wide now. Terrified. Dark woods. Dark creepy woods. Dark creepy woods of mass destruction! Jare took a deep breath and shook his head. Fuck. This was going to be loads of fun. He felt like whimpering again, like a little lost puppy, but squished the thought. Those woods were evil looking. What could be in there?! Big animals. Big scary animals. Big scary animals of mass destruction! Jare for the millionth time shook his head to clear himself of those thoughts. Maybe there was nothing in the woods. Maybe it was completely empty. And maybe Britney Spears wasn't a cheap blonde.
"Ryu, I'm going to stay so close to you that you're going to have to push me away. We have no flashlight and I'm just a skinny little boy. Wait, optimistic thought," Jare paused and thought for a moment, "if there is anything horrible in there that wants to eat us they won't. Even put together we're not enough of a meal. Right?" They really weren't. Both teenagers were pretty skinny. It still didn't help much that Jare had said "if there is anything in there tha wants to eat us." Assuming there wasn't anything in there. Maybe it was just a rabid raccoon. Rabies could be taken care of. Right? Jare hoped.
Now Jare followed Ryu closely. Very closely. He wasn't going to lose Ryu and be lost in the woods to die. No, that was not a way Jare wanted to die. Time for a cringe. Jare looked at Ryu now, eyes still wide in horror and fear, and tried to be brave. He just kept repeating in his head, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. while trying to block out other thoughts. Swirling thoughts of rabid raccoons, lions, tigers, and bears, oh my! Or ax-wielding madmen from Russia. Or circus clowns that were murderous and on the run from the law. AH! Jare didn't want to go in the woods. Didn't want to go anywhere near the woods. It was probably his fault for being out past curfew anyway. There was obviously a reason there was a curfew. Jare had just realized it. When he next spoke his voice was soft and whispery, "You sure this is a short cut?" He didn't want to break the silence. Jare was afraid a huge animal would come running after them in they heard Jare's voice. He was close to Ryu now. Very close. There was no way Jare was getting lost in the woods. And if Ryu got lost and was never found again then Jare would have major regrets for the remainder of his life.
^^I was all proud of that one.[/size]