Me and Jaynehkinz (Possible PG 13)

Only PG-13 because of rape topic stuff that might end up coming up. LOLz. I don't really have a plan for this so. We'll see how it goes.

Plot is basically Ria moves to a different city and comes back to highschool.
Yea.
After two years of homeschool and stuff.
;3


[center]Maricia "Ria" Chastmen
16 years old
Baby blue, puppy-dog eyes. Messy layered chocolate brown hair that sweeps down across her right eye which goes down to her mid-chest. Doesn't neccesarily have a specific style. She could fill the country-girl boots or the modern-chick heels. But, she wears what she feels like, when she feels like. Her hair either in a messy bun or down, framing her face. Her eyes are usually rimmed with brown eyeliner, then accented with pink and grey eyeshadow to give it the smokey eye look. Her personality is usually quite stand-off-ish. Around the girls she has many friends. But, the minute that you get a guy close to her that she doesn't know she gets quiet and hides behind her bangs and friends. She can 'read' the girls emotions and tell whether they are lying to her because she can't stand to be betrayed, her heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Other important information - Was kidnapped at the age of fourteen for two months time. During that time she was raped multpile times. News of her kidnapping was all over the news, though no one knew about the rape as her family kept it hidden from the reporters. Only one article exists telling about her rape, and it is from her old city. She has moved to a different town and her parents have forced her into a trauma treatment center because she is still having panic attacks at school after being homeschooled for so long after the incident. She prefers not to talk about it, and anyone getting in her personal space usually causes some issues, ecspecially if they are of the opposite gender.


You can start the RP!
;3

Carson Rodger Lychester
17
Male
Carson is a stand-offish sort of guy. He doesn't like being bothered and is always getting himself into trouble. Playing pranks constantly and loving attention he often lands himself in a bad situation. He is shy around girls, but loves attention so long as he doesn't have to talk to anyone afterwards. Being rather daring he'll do many things he regrets. But in the time he is doing them, he feels 'wicked awesome' in his opinion.

Carson's life has been pretty much normal. He was raised in a 'caring' family. His mother and father were divorced when he was thirteen years old. He has become very bitter since then. His father was an alcoholic and wasn't very nice to Carson but he doesn't like to think about it. He now lives with his mother all the time and attends his high school when he feels like it. Other times, he just doesn't show up.

(yaya. You may start. ;3)

((Nevermind. I'll start with the same post I had done with the RPG Polo and I are doing. -is a lazy bum-))

The sunlight filtered into the room, the cold room with pure white walls and no emotional pieces scattered around. The wooden floors were freezing to the touch in this house because the air was always cranked up as high as possible so that Ria didn't have a panic attack when it got too hot. Afterall, the cell she had been placed in had been tiny, concrete walls and floors with a tattered cot in the corner and a bucket for the toilet. Food had been given to her through a tiny opening, only big enough for a tray with food to slid through, that was positioned on the floor. The door was a cast iron one, almost like you would see on a safe. No windows, only artifical light from one naked bulb in the middle of the room, dangling slightly. Her room was bright for this reason. No personal effects because any of the ones from the past reminded her that she really had been kidnapped. She had distanced herself so well from everyone after the incident she literally had no friends. But, after missing her freshman year of highschool, and with her father getting a job in a different state, her parents were insisting that she return to school. They said it would be much better if she could socialize with people and get used to the world again. They also said that maybe she could find someone of which she would trust and or possibly a guy that would understand, wouldn't care, and would want to be with her. Ria highly doubted that someone like that existed at this age but yet she took their advice. Her eyes slowly fluttered open as the sunlight hit her eyes, reminding her that it was now around seven o'clock in the morning. She had almost two hours to prepare for school. Silently, she allowed her feet to peek out from under the thin sheets and then dropped them over the side of her bed. They dangled just about the floor before she scooted to the edge of the bed and allowed them to drop, hitting the floor just right as she stood up. Her eyes darted around the room once more, ensuring herself that it was not the confined space of the kidnapping cell before she exited the room and entered the bathroom down the hall. Her hand gently spun the shower water onto hot, her eyes catching the parallel scars on her wrists from when she had cut herself with a razor while stuck inside that cell. Of course, the disgusting animal who had kidnapped her would require her to shave and take a cold shower before he forced her onto a bed and did what he pleased until his heart was content. But, she had hidden the razor from him, under the cot, and when he had left her and she was able to move she had cut a slit in her wrist. Once for each time he had done it to her. It was a haunting reminder, but at the time, it had released a lot of the fear and pain that had been building up inside of her. She had seven or eight parallel lines on each arm, and if you looked closely a few more on her legs. As the days had inched on, she had become more of a toy to him than the girl he had just kidnapped. It had seemed as if he had forgotten that he had even taken her and that the cops were looking for them. Either that, or he knew for sure that they wouldn't find her now. Well, he thought he knew, as they obviously found her. Her mind inched back into real life before stripping down and then slipping into the warm shower and washing her hair and continuing with her normal routine. The smell of the shampoo proved to her that she was safter than she had been two years ago. She bit her lip, hopping out and then drying herself off with the towel. Her wet locks clung to her back as she paused infront of the mirror, taking herself in. She had realized that her expression seemed to be locked in that of a scared cat's. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth set into a straight line or a frown. Her brows were slightly furrowed. Shaking her head she grasped onto the hair dryer and dried her hair quickly, without much thought before sitting down in the chair and quickly applying her makeup, bringing out her blue eyes unintentionally. Quietly, she slipped back into her room before rummaging around her closet for an outfit to wear. Finally she decided upon a pair of dark denim jeans and a nice flowy shirt along with a bunch of bracelts to hide the scars. Then, she sat back down infront of the mirror and straightened her hair so that it wasn't wavy as it usually was. Her gaze inched towards a clock and realized that by now it was 8:15. Rolling her eyes she slid into a pair of red pumps and grasped her red bag with all of her school supplies before slipping down the stairs. "Have a good day at school sweetie!" her mother called at her as she opened the front door. "I hate you." Ria called back before slamming the door shut and sliding into her red mustang she had recieved as her sixteenth birthday present. She turned the radio on a bit louder before becoming aggrivated with the talk and no music, no matter which station she turned it onto, and quickly put in her OneRepublic CD. She turned the volume up in even louder before pulling out, singing along to it in her perfect tune. That was one of her talents, along with art and photography, her singing was something anyone could easily recognize. And with that she headed towards the school building, her body trembling slightly in worry. There were going to be too many people there in one place. No one would notice if she disappeared, like she had but two years back...

(im kinda stuck on my phone now. So bare with me.)

Ria finally arrived at school and she sat really unsure in her car. Her mind was whirling around her for a few minutes until she finally grapsed herself enough to stand up and grab her things. Her eyes fluttered around taking everything in as she headed towards her locker. When she got there she grumbled something about school incompetence before twirling in her combination and yanking it open. She switched out her things before exiting the building, still having another twenty minutes to spare. She found a secluded tree and sprawled down underneath it. Immediately, she pulled out her sketchbook and began to continue the drawing of her cell, adding herself now in hopes that it might rid the memories from her mind if it was on paper.

(stupid phone doesnt like me. .O.)

Ria continued drawing. Her mind completely zoned out from the world around her. The pencil began adding more detail to her arms, painstakingly adding detail to the razor making herself cut herself in the picture in hopes she wouldnt recieve anymore memories of that. When she stirred from her trance she jumped, immediately sitting up and grabbing her things. She pushed a few strands of hair out of her face, allowing her braclets to fall to her elbow and the boy to see the bunching of parrallel scars from her cutting time.

(Urm. Can we say he has the randm idea of going to a cafe just to get outta the house or something? XD)

(Time skipping to afterschool)

Ria exited the school, quite a few people recognizing her face and immediately giving her a bit of space. The sadness which marked their faces only made her curl up inside herself even more. Actually, she quite enjoyed people who acted more like Carson from this morning. They gave her no sympathy for her past and meerly treated her as if nothing had happened, only for who she was today. Yes. She would much prefer that. Shaking her head she hopped into her car before heading towards a local cafe. She needed a bit of food and a coffee to get her into a better mood than school had left her in.

Ria ordered a ceaser salad and an iced mocha before plopping down in a window booth. She pulled out her sketchbook and began to sketch a couple who were swaying down the street holding hands and falling deep into each other's eyes. She bit her lip. Ah. Love, something she didn't believe she would ever find due to her past. Her hand quickly blocked out their basic shape and then, looking away she began to add in the detail, starting with their faces. Their faces the one thing she forgot so quickly. Halfway through it she paused, taking a sip from her cold beverage and then a few bites from the salad. The salad was actually good, considering how few places had made it like her favorite resturant back home. They made it perfect there, but of course it wasn't a chain resturant so she would have to find another good one here at a later date.

Ria heard a familiar voice and glanced up to see Carson. She managed a tiny smile to him before going back to her drawing. Her hand racing over the paper adding stroke after stroke causing it to look real in greyscale as if she had simply taken a camera and photographed the scene. Well, that was if you only looked at the upper portion of the drawing. She took another quick bite of her salad, her hand immediately returning to the sketch before stopping for a moment as she paused to think. Her hand reached absentmindedly for her drink before taking a long sip, thusfor calming her soul in a manner that words and drawings couldn't. She looked up again to realize that he was approaching her and she immediately moved her things closer to her incase he felt the need to sit down across from her.