I pretty sure Ollie/James collab will be finished up tomorrow. :D
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I've been on here since before the fall, way back when I was a middle schooler. It seems a lot more slow paced on here then it once was. I'm also old now soooo maybe that is it.
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Being an adult with a job, how does one come back to RPing?!
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Was excited to dye my hair blue tonight...it is now obsidian black....oops
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I thought there would be a bunch of new interest checks since it’s the weekend...but nooo!
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OMG!!! Thanks to the Wayback Machine, I've found all my Characters, and RPs before the guild fall! Pure JOY!
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The walk home was brutal. Olivia’s feet were killing her, she was pretty sure she now had at least three blisters on her left foot, and she was freezing thanks to jumping over a fence and landing in a mud puddle. It took her over two hours to get home, even with the short cuts through the McDougal’s corn field, and old man Colin’s huge pear orchard. Her cell phone had died hours ago, so calling for a ride was not happening. Millington was exactly eight miles long, from one edge of town to the other, a fifteen minute car ride and that was it, you had seen all of Millington. But walking and driving through were two different things. Olivia had discovered that her tiny town was actually pretty big, once you had walked over six miles of it. By the time she actually got into town, she didn’t even think to walk into any of the stores and call one of her siblings who could drive. She just kept walking and that’s when Mrs. Temple, her old fourth grade teacher, slowed her car down and offered pitiful Olivia a ride home. She was so thankful, that she didn’t have to walk the last mile to her house.
Three minutes later Mrs. Temple dropped Olivia off in front of her house and said goodnight. Opening the front door she crept quietly into the house and all the way into her room. Passing by Zoey who was watching T.V. and chatting on the phone. Standing in her room she plopped down onto the floor and took her shoes off, which were caked in dry mud. She looked behind her dreading having to wash up a trail of muddy foot prints, but thankfully she had left no trail. She was just happy to be off her feet, and her legs ached from her long journey. She had not gone to ballet practice since her parents died, so it was a given that she would not be in the spring production of swan lake. The weird thing was that it didn’t really bother her, normally she was all about ballet, and trying to get one of the lead parts, but as of late she didn’t really see any point to it all. She massaged her feet as she sat in the middle of her room. She tossed her dirty coat into the Landry basket, and just tried to relax.
She crawled around the room on her knees as to not use her poor tired feet. Going over to the wall she plugged her phone so it could charge, and then opened Spotify on her laptop. She clicked shuffle play, and Ugly Truth by Lauren Aquilina came on. She had the volume up loud enough to not be able to hear the goings on of the rest of the house, and she sang quietly along with lyrics. She noticed that the letter she wrote Zoey was still on her pillow. Embarrassed, Olivia scooted over in the computer chair and took the letter back. She stuffed it in her muddy shoes, and tossed them under the bed. She remembered Sophia saying something about having her homework done, but all of her stuff was still in her locker at school. She decided that was a good enough excuse to not do any studying at all. Looking down at her grass stained, dirt covered pants she begrudgingly stood up and went into the closet. She changed into some light grey sweatpants, a blue loose fitting tee shirt, and an old zip up hoodie that had once been Sophia’s before it was handed down to Zoey and now was Olivia’s. She slipped on her warm soft slippers, and sat back down at the desks.
She unbraided her hair, and bushed through her long brown hair with her fingers. She listened to her music, and was still humming along to each song that came on. Let Me In by Zee Avi played calmly through her room. Unloading her sketchbook and pencils from her purse she flipped through her artwork. Dreamy cheerful drawings of trees, birds, and people filled most of the pages. The newer drawings were quite different: drawings of the graveyard, unhappy faces, skeletons, and dying plants littered the last nine or so pages of her sketchbook. She heard a knock on her door, and so she clicked her music off. Hoping no one heard her singing; she opened the door, and nodded to Claire. She followed Claire down stairs to help set the table. The little hands comment made Olivia suspect that Claire saw her as a child rather then the adult she felt like she was. The smell of lasagna was mouthwatering, but she mentally chastised herself, and calculated how many bites of the cheesy goodness she could have.
She placed the nice tablemats down, followed by her mom’s favorite set of dinner plates. They were white with a pretty yellow floral pattern, and had been a birthday present from all the kids to their mom about 6 years ago. She opened the silverware drawer and counted out the forks and knifes. “Sophia has a date tonight, so I don’t think she’ll be eating with us. Is everyone else home?” She asked Claire wondering how many places to set at the table. Olivia liked Claire, and thought she was good for Riley. She reminded Olivia a little of herself with the whole overachiever thing…at least how Olivia use to be. She heard a knock at the front door, and assumed Zoey would get it, but she seemed way to involved with the movie she was watching that she waved for someone else to get it. Olivia rolled her eyes and was just about to scurry over to the front door, but Sophia got there first. Standing on her tiptoes across the room, Olivia tried to get a look at Sophia's date, before she went back to helping Claire.
Three minutes later Mrs. Temple dropped Olivia off in front of her house and said goodnight. Opening the front door she crept quietly into the house and all the way into her room. Passing by Zoey who was watching T.V. and chatting on the phone. Standing in her room she plopped down onto the floor and took her shoes off, which were caked in dry mud. She looked behind her dreading having to wash up a trail of muddy foot prints, but thankfully she had left no trail. She was just happy to be off her feet, and her legs ached from her long journey. She had not gone to ballet practice since her parents died, so it was a given that she would not be in the spring production of swan lake. The weird thing was that it didn’t really bother her, normally she was all about ballet, and trying to get one of the lead parts, but as of late she didn’t really see any point to it all. She massaged her feet as she sat in the middle of her room. She tossed her dirty coat into the Landry basket, and just tried to relax.
She crawled around the room on her knees as to not use her poor tired feet. Going over to the wall she plugged her phone so it could charge, and then opened Spotify on her laptop. She clicked shuffle play, and Ugly Truth by Lauren Aquilina came on. She had the volume up loud enough to not be able to hear the goings on of the rest of the house, and she sang quietly along with lyrics. She noticed that the letter she wrote Zoey was still on her pillow. Embarrassed, Olivia scooted over in the computer chair and took the letter back. She stuffed it in her muddy shoes, and tossed them under the bed. She remembered Sophia saying something about having her homework done, but all of her stuff was still in her locker at school. She decided that was a good enough excuse to not do any studying at all. Looking down at her grass stained, dirt covered pants she begrudgingly stood up and went into the closet. She changed into some light grey sweatpants, a blue loose fitting tee shirt, and an old zip up hoodie that had once been Sophia’s before it was handed down to Zoey and now was Olivia’s. She slipped on her warm soft slippers, and sat back down at the desks.
She unbraided her hair, and bushed through her long brown hair with her fingers. She listened to her music, and was still humming along to each song that came on. Let Me In by Zee Avi played calmly through her room. Unloading her sketchbook and pencils from her purse she flipped through her artwork. Dreamy cheerful drawings of trees, birds, and people filled most of the pages. The newer drawings were quite different: drawings of the graveyard, unhappy faces, skeletons, and dying plants littered the last nine or so pages of her sketchbook. She heard a knock on her door, and so she clicked her music off. Hoping no one heard her singing; she opened the door, and nodded to Claire. She followed Claire down stairs to help set the table. The little hands comment made Olivia suspect that Claire saw her as a child rather then the adult she felt like she was. The smell of lasagna was mouthwatering, but she mentally chastised herself, and calculated how many bites of the cheesy goodness she could have.
She placed the nice tablemats down, followed by her mom’s favorite set of dinner plates. They were white with a pretty yellow floral pattern, and had been a birthday present from all the kids to their mom about 6 years ago. She opened the silverware drawer and counted out the forks and knifes. “Sophia has a date tonight, so I don’t think she’ll be eating with us. Is everyone else home?” She asked Claire wondering how many places to set at the table. Olivia liked Claire, and thought she was good for Riley. She reminded Olivia a little of herself with the whole overachiever thing…at least how Olivia use to be. She heard a knock at the front door, and assumed Zoey would get it, but she seemed way to involved with the movie she was watching that she waved for someone else to get it. Olivia rolled her eyes and was just about to scurry over to the front door, but Sophia got there first. Standing on her tiptoes across the room, Olivia tried to get a look at Sophia's date, before she went back to helping Claire.
I'll have my posts up for Chris and Olivia some time tonight! <3
OMG KYLIExRILEY
Is anyone else at the mall location at the moment Other then James and Nathan ?
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Kylie’s jab at Olivia being a snitch and the dirty look she gave her didn’t really bother Olivia; she just rolled her eyes as a reply. Growing up with that many siblings you learned to ignore dumb remarks and pick your battles. Olivia stood up and walked into the kitchen. She paced back and forth in front of the fridge for a short moment, until she gave in and opened it. She looked at the tupperwares full of leftovers. Olivia crinkled her nose at the spaghetti, pancakes, tuna casserole, and mashed potatoes sitting on the shelves inside. She added up all the carbohydrates and calories in disgust. She glanced at the assortment of juice, pop, and junkfood and frowned. She was fending for dinner herself tonight, so she opted for one rolled up piece of sliced turkey, four celery sticks with peanut butter, and a handful of almonds. Placing her choices on the counter she closed the fridge, and poured herself a tall glass of ice water. Then with her dinner in hand she made her way upstairs to her room, bypassing Zoey in the living room who was happily texting her friends on her phone.
She set her food and water down on the desk, and sighed. She really did feel bad about her behavior today, and wanted to apologize, but speaking up was not something she felt confident about. She got the idea to write them each a letter, like she uses to do when she was little and still learning how to write. Opening up a notebook she ripped a piece of paper out, grabbed a pen and started writing, as she nibbled at her almonds. It was not hard to write once she got going, and her letters ended up as more of a deeply depressing diary entry on how she hated herself, that everything was all her fault, she missed her parents, and was sorry for ruining everyone lives. Once she was finished writing them, she reread, and then crumpled up the papers. She buried them in the bottom of the trash next to the desk, and started on simpler apology letters.
Folding each letter she wrote the recipient names on the back. She placed one on Zoey’s pillow, and then went to each bedroom and slid the letter under the corresponding door. Going down stairs she went down to the basement, and peered into James’s room. He was out so she placed the letter with his name on it, on his bed and lingered for a moment looking over at his closet, which was open. She loved borrowing her brother’s sweaters and hoodies. They were big, warm, and best of all it covered up her boney body. She typically has to borrow his clothes fresh out of the dryer, because James always locked his closet door. She quickly went over to his dresser to barrow his green cable knit sweater that she loved to wear.
Opening the first drawer of the dresser on the right she was in for a surprise. It was full of woman’s underwear, and some squishy things that looked like boobs. She glanced into the second drawer, and it held some dresses and skirts. Pure confusion was all she felt. Folded neatly inside the next two drawers was more women’s clothing, and none of it Olivia had ever seen anyone in the house wear before. She picked up the corset. Why did James have a whole dresser of girl’s clothes in his closet, and fake eyelashes? Did he have a secret girlfriend that slept over or something? Olivia raised her eyebrows and shoved the corset back in the drawer. She had no clue, but she really hoped he was not secretly a pervert like Riley.
Curious now she opened the other dresser to the left, she found it full of James’s clothes he wore all the time. Spotting the green sweater she pulled it on. She clumsily closed all the drawers, and then walked to the door. Turning back she stared at the closet, and in the back of her mind she knew she had found something she was not meant to. She opened the door to leave, and looked up the staircase. Second guessing herself, she pulled the green sweater off. She folded it and put it back where she found it. Unknowingly leaving the drawer slightly opened, she rushed out of the room and up the stairs.
She put on her coat, and pink converse. Grabbing her purse off the table she walked out the front door. She didn’t think to ask permission from anyone to go out, since she never had before. She got her old purple bike out of the shed, and after detaching the childish glitter streamers from the handlebars, she hopped on. Olivia rode her bike down the cobblestone pathway that lined the scenic river. She went all the way to the bridge, and her legs burned from peddling so fast. She propped her bike up against the big willow tree, and walked down the incline that led under the bridge. The water had been really low the past few months, and thankfully that meant there was no water covering the rocky river bank. Sitting down, she leaned against the brick wall under the bridge. Olivia yawned and gazed up at the graffiti and faded murals. This was a favorite place she uses to hang out with friends, when she still had them. They would play mermaids, talk about ballet class, and draw with chalk all over the bricks and rocks. She wondered about the clothing in James’s closet, it was a weird thing to find in a 20 year old mans closet, but nothing to dwell on in Olivia opinion. There had to be a regular reason for it.
Getting her pencils and sketchbook out of her purse she began drawing. About an hour later she had finished her drawing. It was a self-portrait of sorts. It was not really how she saw herself anymore, since it was based off an old doodle from last summer. She put her pencils and sketchbook back in her purse and stood up. She dusted the dirty of her jeans, and walked up to where she left her bike. That’s when she saw Him walking towards her with his sister and mother. He smiled at her, as Mrs. Chadwick waved at Olivia. Taylor had been one of her good friends ever since 1st grade, but as of two months ago they had broken off their friendship after a fight in ballet. Taylor’s older brother was Him.
His name was Lyle, and he was what haunted Olivia’s nightmares. Olivia held her breath as the little family walked over to her. “Olivia dear, how have you been managing? Are you well? I’m so sorry to hear about your parents. You have not been over to the house in ages. You and Taylor should plan something, I would be glad to drive you girls into the city for some shopping…” Mrs. Chadwick flittered on and on. Taylor dug her toe into the dirt and awkwardly waited for her mother to shut up so they could go home. “Yeah, Olivia where have you been? Taylor don’t you miss Ollie?” Lyle said grinning as he spoke, and patting Olivia on the shoulder. Olivia cringed at the use of her nickname coming out of His mouth, and visibly pulled away from his touch. This made him laugh “Whoa, a little jumpy there huh?” Lyle said putting his arm around Taylor, as he tried to stifle a knowing smile. Lyle was very good looking, and one of the most popular guys in the junior class. He was on the varsity swim team, and everyone seemed to adore him. Why he did what he did to her made no scene.
She bolted, she couldn’t take it anymore, and so she just turned and ran. She ran as fast as she could, leaving behind her bike. She kept running, and then she slowed down after about a mile and a half. She bent over to catch her breath and then vomited. Dry heaving for moment afterwards, she walked aimlessly down the road, and tried her best to shake the feelings of fear, disgust, anger, and hysteria. Her hands were shaking and she was sweating. His voice and touch made her remember everything all over again. How he pinned her down and covered her mouth. How he ripped her shirt, and marked her chest and stomach with hickeys. How she hit him over and over again as she tried to scream but he just squeezed her mouth shut tighter. The pain, humiliation, and fear.
Olivia sat down in the tall grass on the side of the road; she had walked all the way to the outskirts of town. She couldn’t do anything to banish the memory so she just let it envelope her. Holding her knees to her chest she cried like the world was ending. She let is all out, and cried so hard she could hardly breathe. Ten minutes later she was hiccuping as she laid in the grass and looked up at the sky. She ran her fingers through the tall blades of grass surrounding her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The front of her coat was covered in tears. And her shoes were caked in mud, but she felt like she could breathe again, for the first time in forever.
She set her food and water down on the desk, and sighed. She really did feel bad about her behavior today, and wanted to apologize, but speaking up was not something she felt confident about. She got the idea to write them each a letter, like she uses to do when she was little and still learning how to write. Opening up a notebook she ripped a piece of paper out, grabbed a pen and started writing, as she nibbled at her almonds. It was not hard to write once she got going, and her letters ended up as more of a deeply depressing diary entry on how she hated herself, that everything was all her fault, she missed her parents, and was sorry for ruining everyone lives. Once she was finished writing them, she reread, and then crumpled up the papers. She buried them in the bottom of the trash next to the desk, and started on simpler apology letters.
Folding each letter she wrote the recipient names on the back. She placed one on Zoey’s pillow, and then went to each bedroom and slid the letter under the corresponding door. Going down stairs she went down to the basement, and peered into James’s room. He was out so she placed the letter with his name on it, on his bed and lingered for a moment looking over at his closet, which was open. She loved borrowing her brother’s sweaters and hoodies. They were big, warm, and best of all it covered up her boney body. She typically has to borrow his clothes fresh out of the dryer, because James always locked his closet door. She quickly went over to his dresser to barrow his green cable knit sweater that she loved to wear.
Opening the first drawer of the dresser on the right she was in for a surprise. It was full of woman’s underwear, and some squishy things that looked like boobs. She glanced into the second drawer, and it held some dresses and skirts. Pure confusion was all she felt. Folded neatly inside the next two drawers was more women’s clothing, and none of it Olivia had ever seen anyone in the house wear before. She picked up the corset. Why did James have a whole dresser of girl’s clothes in his closet, and fake eyelashes? Did he have a secret girlfriend that slept over or something? Olivia raised her eyebrows and shoved the corset back in the drawer. She had no clue, but she really hoped he was not secretly a pervert like Riley.
Curious now she opened the other dresser to the left, she found it full of James’s clothes he wore all the time. Spotting the green sweater she pulled it on. She clumsily closed all the drawers, and then walked to the door. Turning back she stared at the closet, and in the back of her mind she knew she had found something she was not meant to. She opened the door to leave, and looked up the staircase. Second guessing herself, she pulled the green sweater off. She folded it and put it back where she found it. Unknowingly leaving the drawer slightly opened, she rushed out of the room and up the stairs.
She put on her coat, and pink converse. Grabbing her purse off the table she walked out the front door. She didn’t think to ask permission from anyone to go out, since she never had before. She got her old purple bike out of the shed, and after detaching the childish glitter streamers from the handlebars, she hopped on. Olivia rode her bike down the cobblestone pathway that lined the scenic river. She went all the way to the bridge, and her legs burned from peddling so fast. She propped her bike up against the big willow tree, and walked down the incline that led under the bridge. The water had been really low the past few months, and thankfully that meant there was no water covering the rocky river bank. Sitting down, she leaned against the brick wall under the bridge. Olivia yawned and gazed up at the graffiti and faded murals. This was a favorite place she uses to hang out with friends, when she still had them. They would play mermaids, talk about ballet class, and draw with chalk all over the bricks and rocks. She wondered about the clothing in James’s closet, it was a weird thing to find in a 20 year old mans closet, but nothing to dwell on in Olivia opinion. There had to be a regular reason for it.
Getting her pencils and sketchbook out of her purse she began drawing. About an hour later she had finished her drawing. It was a self-portrait of sorts. It was not really how she saw herself anymore, since it was based off an old doodle from last summer. She put her pencils and sketchbook back in her purse and stood up. She dusted the dirty of her jeans, and walked up to where she left her bike. That’s when she saw Him walking towards her with his sister and mother. He smiled at her, as Mrs. Chadwick waved at Olivia. Taylor had been one of her good friends ever since 1st grade, but as of two months ago they had broken off their friendship after a fight in ballet. Taylor’s older brother was Him.
His name was Lyle, and he was what haunted Olivia’s nightmares. Olivia held her breath as the little family walked over to her. “Olivia dear, how have you been managing? Are you well? I’m so sorry to hear about your parents. You have not been over to the house in ages. You and Taylor should plan something, I would be glad to drive you girls into the city for some shopping…” Mrs. Chadwick flittered on and on. Taylor dug her toe into the dirt and awkwardly waited for her mother to shut up so they could go home. “Yeah, Olivia where have you been? Taylor don’t you miss Ollie?” Lyle said grinning as he spoke, and patting Olivia on the shoulder. Olivia cringed at the use of her nickname coming out of His mouth, and visibly pulled away from his touch. This made him laugh “Whoa, a little jumpy there huh?” Lyle said putting his arm around Taylor, as he tried to stifle a knowing smile. Lyle was very good looking, and one of the most popular guys in the junior class. He was on the varsity swim team, and everyone seemed to adore him. Why he did what he did to her made no scene.
She bolted, she couldn’t take it anymore, and so she just turned and ran. She ran as fast as she could, leaving behind her bike. She kept running, and then she slowed down after about a mile and a half. She bent over to catch her breath and then vomited. Dry heaving for moment afterwards, she walked aimlessly down the road, and tried her best to shake the feelings of fear, disgust, anger, and hysteria. Her hands were shaking and she was sweating. His voice and touch made her remember everything all over again. How he pinned her down and covered her mouth. How he ripped her shirt, and marked her chest and stomach with hickeys. How she hit him over and over again as she tried to scream but he just squeezed her mouth shut tighter. The pain, humiliation, and fear.
Olivia sat down in the tall grass on the side of the road; she had walked all the way to the outskirts of town. She couldn’t do anything to banish the memory so she just let it envelope her. Holding her knees to her chest she cried like the world was ending. She let is all out, and cried so hard she could hardly breathe. Ten minutes later she was hiccuping as she laid in the grass and looked up at the sky. She ran her fingers through the tall blades of grass surrounding her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The front of her coat was covered in tears. And her shoes were caked in mud, but she felt like she could breathe again, for the first time in forever.
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