Fluorescent
New Member
Fluorescent submitted a new role play:
A Lovely Cage (Akeira and Fluorescent) - 1x1, two characters who believe they've lost everything find each other.
@Akeira
"So, Isaac, tell me why you’re angry.”
Mrs. Ganderson was a lumpy woman, her arms sticking from her sides like bloated chicken wings, full of creases and obtuse angles. The glasses perched on her nose were think, relating to a older era of style, only encouraged by the graying hair mucked full of more hair wax than could ever be necessary. She lived off campus with her husband, probably drowning in cats and air fresheners while she devoured souls of the living.
“I’m not angry,” Isaac muttered indignantly, looking from her glassy eyes to the window outside, praying the glimpse of another place would keep himself from snapping and drawing out the session. Clearing her throat, she continued on, giving him a glare of contempt.
“You flipped Mack’s food tray in the kitchen, set Patricia’s homework on fire, and were caught trying to hitchhike to town.” Sighing, she set aside his files and leaned over the table, her fleshy hands clasped in a mixture of pity and false honesty. “You can talk to me hun, that’s what I’m here for.” No way, I thought therapists were class A pokemon trainers. She sat back in her swiveling chair, probably bought from the nearest office max. “We can take all the time you need, we have until my shift is over,” she smiled, resembling a crocodile, eyes lazy and wide. Feeling his thumb slide inside his hand, curling into an instinctual fist, Isaac was ready to speak his mind when a knock on the door saved them both.
“I brought you tea,” a shaky voice stammered. Isaac stared at the newcomer, not entirely sure whether to be mad that he barged in, or grateful that he’d broken the spell of aggravation circling the room.
“Oh, Maxy, what a dear,” Mrs. Ganderson sang, her pitch rising at least three octaves. “Just put it here, I was about to go fetch you. Mr. Rendal told me about what you made in pottery today!” She lugged her weight from the chair, patting her pet on the shoulder affectionately.
“Ah, thank you!” Max beamed, placing the cup on her desk. “I was reading about Traditional African pottery in history today, guess I got inspired,” he laughed awkwardly. At this point, the two bantered about breakfast, cats (Isaac was right about that), and the weather over the weekend. Counting himself as excused at this point, Isaac made for the door.
“I- just a minute,” Mrs. Ganderson held a finger to Max and turned to Isaac. “We’ll continue our lovely chat tomorrow,” she promised, sounding more like a threat than anything. Feeling entirely pissed at everything about the situation, Isaac paused in the doorway. “Use protection,” he smiled, continuing down the hallway past a horrified looking secretary.
A Lovely Cage (Akeira and Fluorescent) - 1x1, two characters who believe they've lost everything find each other.
Read more about this role play...Isaac and Natalie have never had easy lives, growing up amongst sadness and anger. Once sent to a boarding school designed to help kids such as themselves, they consider themselves stranded, alone. However, unexpectedly, they find each other in this place.
@Akeira
"So, Isaac, tell me why you’re angry.”
Mrs. Ganderson was a lumpy woman, her arms sticking from her sides like bloated chicken wings, full of creases and obtuse angles. The glasses perched on her nose were think, relating to a older era of style, only encouraged by the graying hair mucked full of more hair wax than could ever be necessary. She lived off campus with her husband, probably drowning in cats and air fresheners while she devoured souls of the living.
“I’m not angry,” Isaac muttered indignantly, looking from her glassy eyes to the window outside, praying the glimpse of another place would keep himself from snapping and drawing out the session. Clearing her throat, she continued on, giving him a glare of contempt.
“You flipped Mack’s food tray in the kitchen, set Patricia’s homework on fire, and were caught trying to hitchhike to town.” Sighing, she set aside his files and leaned over the table, her fleshy hands clasped in a mixture of pity and false honesty. “You can talk to me hun, that’s what I’m here for.” No way, I thought therapists were class A pokemon trainers. She sat back in her swiveling chair, probably bought from the nearest office max. “We can take all the time you need, we have until my shift is over,” she smiled, resembling a crocodile, eyes lazy and wide. Feeling his thumb slide inside his hand, curling into an instinctual fist, Isaac was ready to speak his mind when a knock on the door saved them both.
“I brought you tea,” a shaky voice stammered. Isaac stared at the newcomer, not entirely sure whether to be mad that he barged in, or grateful that he’d broken the spell of aggravation circling the room.
“Oh, Maxy, what a dear,” Mrs. Ganderson sang, her pitch rising at least three octaves. “Just put it here, I was about to go fetch you. Mr. Rendal told me about what you made in pottery today!” She lugged her weight from the chair, patting her pet on the shoulder affectionately.
“Ah, thank you!” Max beamed, placing the cup on her desk. “I was reading about Traditional African pottery in history today, guess I got inspired,” he laughed awkwardly. At this point, the two bantered about breakfast, cats (Isaac was right about that), and the weather over the weekend. Counting himself as excused at this point, Isaac made for the door.
“I- just a minute,” Mrs. Ganderson held a finger to Max and turned to Isaac. “We’ll continue our lovely chat tomorrow,” she promised, sounding more like a threat than anything. Feeling entirely pissed at everything about the situation, Isaac paused in the doorway. “Use protection,” he smiled, continuing down the hallway past a horrified looking secretary.