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Lets see whats wrong with her.He opened his mouth,for some reason her was scared...He opened his mouth and nothing came out.C-C-Arson!- Did he yell?He didn't mean to.He kinda tensed but then laid down and looked at her,waiting.​

 

“I don’t know you and I don’t love you. I loved one person and you’re not him.”
❤ ​

I held my ears as he yelled what sounded like Carson... Damn this guy was loud... Very very loud... I was almost temped to put my headphones on and leave the room but something held me back. With my hand shaking I took Ben's picture out of my pocket. "His name was Ben. Ben Mason. He had two brothers an older brother, hal and a younger brother Matt. He was my best friend and I loved him." I laughed suddenly-he would probably think I was crazy but I don't give a shit anymore. "It was hard to believe this picture was taken just two weeks before he died..It was taken right in front of the tree house but his brother Hal. I-I'm sorry I can't say anymore," I fled from the room shame written all over my face. I was running away... Again.. Just like always... Always.. Running...

I ran until I found the balcony once again. This would be my safe haven. I knew that for sure... This would be my safe haven for sure...

OOC: I has a reason for not telling how Ben died yet xD

 

Jaden

'Can't hold on much longer,
But I will never let go.
I know it's a one-way track,
Tell me now how long this'll last...
I'm not gonna think this way,
Nor will I count on others.
Close my eyes and feel the burn...
Now I see what I've gotta do.
Open your heart and you will see...'
​

Jaden simply looked at the girl, his eyebrows raised for a slight second. The frown and head cocked to the side suggested confusion... not that he was a mind reader...

...she really is cute... he couldn't help but think.

He then smiled warmly, he understood... so he thought.
"...You're just as nervous as I am aren't you? ...Well, I guess that gives us something in common other than both being in this situation together."
Congratulations Jaden! You may not know it, but you literally did read her mind!

Crud... I hope I'm not wrong... or that'll seem extremely stupid...
I'll seem extremely stupid...
GAH! I'm such a dumbass!
She's so cute, and... nice. I just blew it didn't I?

Then he noticed her looking directly into his eyes, the locks of her hair having drifted away like a curtain and revealing them to him. Those beautiful and pure hazel eyes...
He felt like he was being drawn into them, and the blood was rushing to his face giving him a slightly faint blush.
His head shifted slightly, his hair moving to block his eyes... albeit, it wasn't very effective due to his style of hair, so she would still be able to see them, especially his face..

Smooth Jaden... smooth...

 

Claire
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Claire somehow, inexplicably, found herself smiling again. It was so odd for her, to be standing so close to someone, to be so damn nervous, her heart beating so fast, her throat dry with anticipation... but actually smiling. She was the first to break their eye contact, swallowing the fact that she was amazed he didn't want to leave the room and never see her again.

"It's that obvious, huh?" she began quietly, staring at the simmering kettle. "How nervous I am, I mean... but, really." She cut off the thought for a moment, and shook her head to try and physically get her sad, oppressive ideas out of her head. "We should talk more about ourselves, I guess. This is kind of like... a very odd, awkward first date, isn't it?" Claire blushed again, but not from embarrassment; he seemed to like her so far, and that had to be a good thing.

 

What just happened?Carson silently said to himself.-But Wait! He yelled out,His arm stretched out reaching for her.What was this?This feeling he was starting to feel.He had never cared about anyone but him self,What was Happening to him?He winced away.Let it go Let it go Let it go. He let his arm slowly fall.He watched as she exited the room.He sat there.He fell asleep soon after.He dreamt..well...nothing...Just Darkness swallowing Darkness.t just kept getting darker.​

 

“I don’t know you and I don’t love you. I loved one person and you’re not him.”
❤ ​

I was happy- happy that he didn't come after me. I wanted to be left alone. Forever... I let sleep take me under its wing and fell into a deep, dreamless, sleep.
OOC: And now we wait for the others XD can't wait for a new day. I really love this Roleplay :D

 

Jaden

'Can't hold on much longer,
But I will never let go.
I know it's a one-way track,
Tell me now how long this'll last...
I'm not gonna think this way,
Nor will I count on others.
Close my eyes and feel the burn...
Now I see what I've gotta do.
Open your heart and you will see...'
​

Jaden had to laugh slightly at what she said, it wasn't a mean laugh, it was just pure and true.
"I guess you can say that again." he said truthfully.
He looked around for a few seconds. "I guess we should get familiar with the place too right? Check out our new... um..." he coughed. "Home." he finished.

 

Claire
​

Claire nodded, glad he was keeping the conversation going; yes, she wanted to learn more about him, but she wasn't good with talking. How was she supposed to go about this process of becoming close with someone, when, any second, she could burst into tears and hate herself enough to just lay down and die? So far, however, she was doing well... as long as nothing bad happened.

"I looked around a bit before you got here," she spoke, leading the way out of the kitchen. "There's really not much to it, but... I guess it could be called home."

 

"Mr. Joshua Murder?" She giggled, realizing she made him say so. Whether she was laughing because he made a blunder or due to her joy of making him confess such a thing would not be revealed.

"My name? It's Tessa Williams." With a pause she tilted her head in thought. "Tessa Murder now, I suppose." She frowned, not liking the tone in that. Her new name kind of stinked.

Defeated she fell backwards on to the couch, suddenly feeling very sad and tired. For a short moment she did nothing but stare at the ceiling in silence, but when the moment ended she burst into a random laughing fit. The whole ordeal was just too funny.​

 

​

Oh, look, she's laughing.
I'm a regular comedian.
Or she's mocking me.
Or she's insane.
I liked it better when I thought I was a comedian.​

I stuff my hands into my pockets, looking to my shoes."You know, I-I'm not going to murder you." I mutter. She probably knows that. I open my mouth to continue, but no words come out. There's another crack.

Should I go sit next to her? That would be polite. But, when did I start caring about being polite? "Uh... I'm going to go lie down." I say, already turning back to the stairs. I'm honestly scared out of my wits. Every step I take, I get closer to the edge of sanity. But according to the doctors, I already fell off.

​

 

OOC: where is my husband?? haha

BIC:

Jay Lavera


Jay shakily took the pen from her brother and the contract from the lawyer. Her eyes quickly flitted over the lawer: a squat, awkward man who would not meet her eyes. She frowned at him before looking down at the contract. At the bottom of the page was space for her name and for her "husband-to-be". Exhaling once to calm her nerves, Jay signed away her single-hood. All she needed now as her husband's signature and they would be legally bound together for life. Her eyes closed for a moment, taking it all in.

When they opened, Jay was not the one looking out at the contract. A slight variation in her expression told her brother--who was esspcially talented at telling when Jay's "friends" came out to play-- that She had appeared.
He subtely took hold of Her shoulder as he slipped the contract and pen out of her grasp and handed them to the lawyer. "There. Now we can go to Jay's new home and wait for her husband to arrive and sign these." He tightened his grip on Her shoulder, a silent message that he wasn't going to stand for her pranks today.

She was the strongest personality, aside from Jay herself. She was michevious and did not like sharing a body with other people.
She was the other female personality. She was much less mature than the other personalities and seemed to be no more than a child, possibly pre-teens at the oldest.
He was the first of male personalities, a calmer person than the rest.He and Jay were the first to make some kind of understanding via notes and experience.
Finally He had a nasty temper and was probably the most confused by the whole situation.

She sighed loudly and rolled her eyes--eyes which seemed to grow wider and less innocent as soon as She appeared. "Is that what we'll do, dearest brother?" She questioned, pouting Her lips. "Let's not wait a moment then."

Although Jay was no longer with them, the family and lawyer made the trip to the new house in general peace. Jay's brother did not allow Her out of his grasp until they were inside the house with all of Jay's belongings (packed firmly in boxes) inside.

"And now we wait." She piped up, sitting on and lightly stroking the couch in Jay's new living room. "I do hope he just adooores me."She added, in a soft croon. The lawyer and parents looked away, all equaly uncomfortable.​

 

She was glad to see that she scared him. Perhaps not scare...but if she weirded him out then she was save, at least this is how she thought. "Nighty-night~!" She called after him, still laying back on the couch.

Sleeping even on the same floor as him seemed to weird and she simply could not do it. So instead of getting up she rolled over and curled up there, not caring for what time of the day it was or to even get ready for sleep. After all, she was wiped. Just that little encounter there had been enough to wear her out.​

 

"It's so...bland!" Ollie couldn't believe it as the car pulled up to the house. He didn't waste a moment before jumping out of the vehicle and proclaiming, "It really needs some color, don't you think?" And it was true. The house in front of him didn't have an ounce of color, it was simply shades of black and white, a big gray mess. And for that matter, the sky could use some color as well. It was blue earlier, wasn't it? Ollie turned around to see his lawyer, who his parents had pawned him off on, step out. The man's red hair was just another shade of gray, as was the car he was stepping out of. While Ollie didn't know it, it happened to him a lot. The colors of the world will fade into black and white, like an old movie, but to him, it wasn't anything extraordinary. His parents were told that dreams are mostly black and white and people color them upon remembering them (like in books where people color in scenes that aren't described in color). Ollie had a similar problem with his...disorder. His brain wouldn't go through the trouble of coloring the world for him until much later when Ollie thought back to the "uncolored" moment. By then, his memories were colored and Ollie would forget they were ever black and white. "Is my bride-to-be inside? I bet her beautiful smile will add some color to my dark world!" He said, his green eyes glittering with joy.

 

Jaden

'Can't hold on much longer,
But I will never let go.
I know it's a one-way track,
Tell me now how long this'll last...
I'm not gonna think this way,
Nor will I count on others.
Close my eyes and feel the burn...
Now I see what I've gotta do.
Open your heart and you will see...'
​

Jaden followed after her as he took in the house.

"You're right, it's a house and a half isn't it?" he whistled.
Then they reached the upstairs...
and it occured to him. "One sec." he told her as he made a sweep of the rooms.

"...ah." he looked at her as she looked back at him.
"There's, um... only one bedroom." he scratched the back of his head. "I guess they figure since we're married..." he trailed off as he said this. "No worries, I got the sofa." he gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm not much of a sleeper anyway." he added to reassure her further. He had the feeling she might object, but this was the only solution. He could tell after all, they had just met. It was WAY to early for them to share a bed together. Like sheesh, what were their parents thinking?

 

Claire
​

Claire bit her bottom lip, looking down at the floor. See? she thought immediately. He doesn't like you; the bed is big enough, and so is the house, but he doesn't want to be anywhere near you, let alone try and have a relationship with you. You had your chance, Claire, and you blew it. Don't even try to get his attention again.

She glanced over Jaden's shoulder at the window of the second floor of the house; it was already dark outside, the smoky remains of the sunset still clinging to the horizon. It seemed like the entire day had gone by so fast, nighttime already arriving; for a day that was so stressful and eventful for her (and for Jaden as well, she imagined) Claire found herself amazed it was already over.

"I don't want you to have to do that," she whispered, but wasn't surprised that her voice was so quiet without her willing it to be. She crossed her arms over her chest, putting her head down so her hair fell in front of her face again. "The bedroom... it's fine... for us... I mean, you don't need to..." She cleared her throat, floundering. "Why is it you don't sleep?" she finished weakly.

 

Jay Lavera


She heard a car pull up to the house and swept Herself out the couch to see who was there. Jay's husband to be? Her lips tightened as the young man came into sight. He seemed fairly excited, which surprised Her; She didn't exepct the man to be happy to be pushed into this. But then agian, it was a sort of freedom and maybe that's why he was happy. She certainly was at least a little pleased to be free of Jay's parents and controling brother... Her eyes drifted down to Jay's torn cuticles--that stupid habid Jay had annoyed Her-- and in an instant Jay could see her own fingers again. Her soft sigh of surprise and the softening of her features allowed her brother to breathe easy again: Jay was back in control.

Her eyes flipped back to the window and the young man near his car. "Is that him?" she asked, picking at her fingers nervously. "When did we get here?" she added under her breathe, angry that she lost control at such an important moment. A sick feeling of dread swept through her: how long could she hide them from him? Already she didn't want to dissapoint or upset the excited man outside.​

 

Jaden

'Can't hold on much longer,
But I will never let go.
I know it's a one-way track,
Tell me now how long this'll last...
I'm not gonna think this way,
Nor will I count on others.
Close my eyes and feel the burn...
Now I see what I've gotta do.
Open your heart and you will see...'
​

Jaden looked at the girl.
Oh god! I hope I didn't offend her... I'm such a dumbass.. I mean I was trying to be a gentlemen but.. I guess it didn't come across well.
IDIOT!
He shrugged while trying to hide his blush as he turned away from her. "Well... It would be more comfortable than the sofa... and.. I mean, if you really don't mind, I guess I don't either."he felt the blood rising to his face more. Oh god... if the blood rises to my face any more, either my head will explode or my body will just collapse from blood loss.
I really don't wanna get a nosebleed either.

And so... he was actually a little relieved when she asked about his sleep thing.
"Oh that? It's the reason I'm here.
It's my... insanity issue or something as they called it."
He then recited the clinical description of what he had word for word as he had been told it many times:
"Parasomnia - Parasomnias are a category of sleep disorders that involve abnormal and unnatural movements, behaviors, emotions, perceptions, and dreams that occur while falling asleep, sleeping, or between sleep stages." he told her. "And so basically, my sleep isn't always the smoothest part of my day."
He sighed as he finally faced her, his face having calmed down. "Apparantly that warrants them to smack a label on me that says I'm ready for the loony bin. But meh." he shrugged again. "I guess.. Well, I've never slept in the same bed as anyone before... so I kinda.. well, I dunno how I'll be near someone." he finished.

 

OOC: Luckily for us we all appear on to be in or near the same timezones RPly. So sleep tight couples! For when the sunrises, and the day starts. One by one we will slowly slip into the other world.

​

When he'd given her the note he went a head and dug into his suitcase strewn in the middle of their room. He gazed at the bed and wondered if it were really fair of him to give up their bed but swiftly courtesy kicked in and he was once more reminded that he did the thing he wanted to do. The gentlemanly thing.

Standard gray sweat pants, white cotton Fruit Of The Loom t-shirt and dripping matted hair he emerged fresh from his shower. He liked that just out of the shower feeling. Purposely not drying off fully to let himself air dry was also an added benefit of showering. Barefoot on the new woody floor Cameron marched straight to the living room and quietly but surely began to prep his new bed up for some sleep time. Once again his eyes were blank, his expression a stone wall and his behaviour almost robotic.

 

Claire
​

"Don't worry," Claire said calmly, though her mind was processing all the information he'd just said. Parasomnia, she thought, getting a feeling for the word in her mind. It sounds like something that can be fixed, with help; why would anyone deem someone insane for one small problem like that? She shook her head, remembering that she had started a sentence he was waiting to hear the end of.

"Don't worry about keeping me up, I mean," she reiterated now. "I can sleep with my headphones in; it helps me clear my mind and rest. Part of my... medication is a sleep inducer, but I've been taking it for so long it doesn't help or hurt anymore. So music is my solution you kn-"

Claire suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth, amazed at all she had said; she'd never spoken aloud to anyone, not even a family member, about her "treatment" or problem. How was it, all of a sudden, when he's just spoken a little bit about himself, that she'd just opened up and talked so casually? It had amazed her into silence and extreme embarrassment; it had always been deemed shameful for her to talk about herself; her mother and father had always had the attitude of "if you don't speak about the problem and ignore it, it isn't there."

"I'm sorry," Claire began suddenly, speaking through her fingers. She turned around, trying to push aside her sudden, confusing burst of emotions. "I guess... I'll go get changed." She walked as quickly as she could into the bedroom, immediately going to her bags and pulling out the long shirt and shorts she usually slept in. The bathroom in the large bedroom was also big enough, and, after closing the door behind herself, she changed as quickly as possible.

Claire glanced at herself in the mirror; she always wanted to wash herself out, wearing bland, neutral, boring colors so she wouldn't draw attention to herself at all. It wasn't like she went out much anyway, but... the big, plain white t-shirt and light grey shorts were something she was comfortable in... despite the fact that her skinny, white legs were showing.

I hate my legs, she thought, frowning at herself in the mirror. They're so boring and ugly; there's a reason why I always keep them hidden under jeans. Every part of me... I hate it all... Claire sighed, ran a hand through her long hair, and exited the bathroom. She went to sit on the left side of the bed, her iPod and headphones still on the pillow where she'd left them earlier. Claire glanced outside the window over the bed, amazed at how it had gotten even darker in the last few minutes. Blacker already, she thought sadly. But the night is good; everything is simple in these colors.

 

Jaden

'Can't hold on much longer,
But I will never let go.
I know it's a one-way track,
Tell me now how long this'll last...
I'm not gonna think this way,
Nor will I count on others.
Close my eyes and feel the burn...
Now I see what I've gotta do.
Open your heart and you will see...'
​

Jaden watched as the girl before him, Claire. His wife... clasped her hands over her mouth almost like she felt she had said to much. How she apologised and turned around and mentioned about how she was gonna get ready for bed.

He watched her go as he just seemed to stand in place in the hallway. She doesn't trust me does she? Well... we just met so I can't really blame her. I think she scared herself.
Maybe I was too open, I didn't want her to have to feel like she needed to tell me stuff like that.
It's not like it's easy for anyone. he sighed as he headed to the place where his bags and trunk was.
He pulls out a pair of shorts and a shirt and headed for the other Bathroom. "How many bathrooms does this place need?" he found himself muttering the question aloud. "Well.. I guess it is convenient." he changed and threw his old clothes into the washing bin that was there.
"Sheesh... it's like I'm adapting to life here already, and it's only the first night."
...I wonder how she'll adapt?
I wonder how we'll adapt together? he sighed again. He found he was sighing a lot lately.
He left the bathroom and headed to the bedroom, knocking before opening the door slowly to enter.
He heard no protest, so he figured it was okay.
He then saw her sitting there on the bed, she wore simple clothes, but she still looked very... cute? but sad. Definitely pre-occupied.
Well of course she's sad Jaden. She has to live with a guy she's only just met.
"Are... you alright?" ...this was odd, he found his voice was very... quiet and... soft. Like a loud noise might cause the girl before him to shatter and break like glass.
He sat himself down on the floor. Leaning against the wall opposite her. He felt his gaze being captivated by her... but he tried not to look at her for fear that she might think him weird, and usually he wouldn't care about that. But again, he was going to be living with her... It would be simpler if he didn't scare her by accident, and so he found his gaze shifting by force to the outside window where the scenery had turned black now... The night time... everything seems so much simpler at night eh? he pondered to himself. Yet life is never so simple.