USERNAME//
Cammie.
NAME//
"I'm Boyce.
But you can call me B.
That weird girl that was here a few minutes ago. What was her name?"
"Cammie?"
"Yeah. She called me orange juice."
"Why?"
"..." He sighed and grumbled,
"Because I'm sour and sweet and my eyes look like tiny oranges..."
GENDER//
"Well that's a tad offensive you had to ask that. I'm a guy. You saying I look feminine?"
EXTRAS//
{ personality . art . a few of my favorite things }
Cammie sat up straight in the cold, metal seat and asked "How would you describe his personality?"
"Unstable. He's loud and annoying, his emotions are always random, he's always up to no good. I don't even know why you're here right now."
Cammie looked over through the glass window in the door behind them to see him, sitting out in the hallway. He looked around, calmly. He had good posture. He was sitting up, just gazing at the ceiling. She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered why everyone thought he was so bad.
"Worst of all he has a short fuse that leads to people getting hurt. You wanna be responsible for that?"
Cammie sighed. She kinda did. She needed to gain some responsibility. And she thought he was worth the struggle.
"He's rude, crazy, and only plotting evil. You don't see it now, but just you wait. You'll see."
She stood up to leave.
"Everyone will see."
She shoved her chair into the table, and walked out into the hall with him. She grabbed his arm and jerked him up to take him back to his room. He barely struggled.
Cammie couldn't see the bad in him.
Only the others around him.
"You're making art? Of me?"
She nodded in excitement.
"I think you're really cool."
"And I think you're really weird."
She shrugged. She didn't mind.
"What are some things you really like?"
"I really like when people like you aren't asking me so many stupid questions."
He looked off, away from her.
She stared at him, question unanswered.
"... well, yeah, that's understandable...
but I mean do you like anything?"
"Silence."
She paused. Was that a hint?
"I mean something cool!"
He moved around in his seat, uncomfortably. "... you're gonna keep asking until I give you a serious answer, aren't you?"
She nodded her head 'yes' excitedly.
He smiled a bit.
He can smile?
"Well... I guess if I had some friends, I'd like them."
He leaned back, gazing at the ceiling.
"I like apples. The green ones.
I like really loud music.
I play the piano, too.
Oh and cats? I love cats. They're cool.
So are sharks."
He rambled on. She smiled with a feeling of success.
"I like analog clocks. I never learned how to read them though.
I like riding my bike, or skateboarding.
I have a tendency to sniff any flower I see.
I can't smell real well, but I like to imagine what its scent is.
I like arcade games. The old ones.
I could kick your butt at Space Invaders, ANY DAY."
He laughed.
"I like basketball. I suck at playing, but I like watching it."
He pretended to throw a basketball, and smiled.
"People find it hard to believe, but I do find joy in little things."
This is a WIP.