(no subject)
My second and last RP log.
Who: Emo!Ren only.
What: Suiciding
Rating: PG
His hair blew dramatically as he climbed the cliff, tears glittering in the wind as he looked down over the edge. With everything that had happened, he couldn't help but feel absolutely, one hundred percent miserable. He sat there for a minute, watching the cliff, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he should reconsider. But...no. The last time he'd done that, he'd only gone to more angst and more strife than before.
He'd left his diary open on his desk to the suicide note he'd written. Maybe someone would find it, maybe he'd be remembered forever and ever as that poet who had such a tragic life that no one understood. That had a nice ring to it.
He opened his bag by his side, taking out a razor blade. Yeah. That's it. Just do it. Watch the blood spill out of your body as you fly to your death. He lifted his hand to sweep it across his skin, tears flowing out of his eyes as he felt the sharpness dig in.
All of a sudden, a vulture swooped down, shoved him off the cliff, and onto an oncoming bus.
Emo!Ren landed with a satisfying splat on the pavement.
So there you go. I quit. Everyone else did, so I'm quitting too. Doesn't matter much, I didn't really do a whole lot anyway.
Anyone want my character, you're welcome to revive him as a paralyzed, broken soul. Or you can just have him as a ghost or what not. Or you can just kinda...forget he existed and start over.
Sorry to whine, like character, like player, huh?
Who: Emo!Ren only.
What: Suiciding
Rating: PG
His hair blew dramatically as he climbed the cliff, tears glittering in the wind as he looked down over the edge. With everything that had happened, he couldn't help but feel absolutely, one hundred percent miserable. He sat there for a minute, watching the cliff, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he should reconsider. But...no. The last time he'd done that, he'd only gone to more angst and more strife than before.
He'd left his diary open on his desk to the suicide note he'd written. Maybe someone would find it, maybe he'd be remembered forever and ever as that poet who had such a tragic life that no one understood. That had a nice ring to it.
He opened his bag by his side, taking out a razor blade. Yeah. That's it. Just do it. Watch the blood spill out of your body as you fly to your death. He lifted his hand to sweep it across his skin, tears flowing out of his eyes as he felt the sharpness dig in.
All of a sudden, a vulture swooped down, shoved him off the cliff, and onto an oncoming bus.
Emo!Ren landed with a satisfying splat on the pavement.
So there you go. I quit. Everyone else did, so I'm quitting too. Doesn't matter much, I didn't really do a whole lot anyway.
Anyone want my character, you're welcome to revive him as a paralyzed, broken soul. Or you can just have him as a ghost or what not. Or you can just kinda...forget he existed and start over.
Sorry to whine, like character, like player, huh?