[Sketchasaur]

Dropping out. I just don't have time to focus on this ;n;

[the force awakens.]

Name:
Rory.
Gender:
Female.
Song:
Nightcore -- If I Lose Myself
500 or less word story about them getting lost:
"Wait -- where am I?"
Once on a treasure hunt with her dear friends, Rory was trying to find a specific form of a disc in the woods. However, that didn't go well in her favour, as soon she was asking that question, she then started to sing her little high-pitched tune, her own signature tune. Still waiting, she kept singing the tune until she gave up as the sun was coming down and for itself to sleep through the night. At the setting sun's moment, Rory began to panic. She was all alone out in these woods; what was to happen to her? Would she hear voices and never be the same? Singing her tune even louder, she wanted to be found, it was the only thing she needed. It would save herself from the horrors of the night.
---
"Rory?" She heard a few hours later, still alone, this time in the dark. This was when she was fearing such voices, was it clear she was hearing them? Or was it someone else that she heard?
"Yes?" Rory responded in fear, wondering if this was a real, actual Parrapup.
"Rory, it's me, your own friend, clearly!" Rory's friend responded. "I was so worried that the others and I had lost you for good, so it's great we were able to reunite!"
And in this moment, Rory began to feel much happier, and her wings began to lift her as a sign of hope.
Extras(if you want):
WIP

[Xhat]

Name: wipppp
Gender; Cisgender male
Song; Here's to all the Zeros - Marianas Trench
500 word story about them getting lost: wip
Extras; wipppp

[NoLongerOnCS]

Res

[epimetheus]

mmm might try

[Zuppe]

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[dr pepper.]

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maybe hmm

[saint.EXE]

. . .ｔｈｉｓ ｍａｙ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ｙｅａｒ

ｉ ｄｉｓａｐｐｅａｒ...

name:

iktsuarpok
- the frustration of having to wait for someone to show up [inupait]
- goes by tsua
gender:

male
song:

this may be the year - mystery skulls
500 word :


looking into their eyes
low beats of music reverberating throughout his head
the feeling when he wakes up in the morning after a rough night, or in someone else's bed
dreams that take him away to fantastical worlds
- -
he opens his eyes with a snap, pushing himself out of the bed with more vigor than he'd feel all day. his earbuds fall out, leaving his ears sore and aching. the only constant in his life is his home, where he comes back to every night, after every party.
his memories blur as he gets ready for the day, and his mind is wandering, wandering through his dreams, and hiding in the crevices of his head.
"Tsua! Tsua!"
he blinks as he remembers the phone at his ear.
"God, your head is so far up in the clouds. I need you to come by the party, we're lacking "cool" people."
he smiles, and in his quiet, grave voice, he agrees.
"Alright. Fine by me."
- -
it's loud and colorful. the music drums his body as he relaxes on the couch, not paying much attention. again, he forgets how he got there, why he was there, and he sighs. the voice in his inner mind is telling him to have fun, get to know the others here, but his heart tells him to stay there. he's only a face, only someone they speak about to their friends, the image of a party. they say its not one without him, but he doesn't do much. it's after the party, when everything has died down, but the drunks are dumb enough to listen to whatever he says, and the alcohol in their blood persuades them to tag along.
- -
again, he comes back to reality. time had meshed together, just a drunken blur of laughing, planning, and running. he's running down the sidewalk, a couple of others who had tagged along on his adventure following behind, nearly stumbling with every step. his hand is clutched around a spray can, his sleeve had a long blue streak on it from the can slipping earlier, and his hood had been pulled down by the breeze. he slows down, breath making clouds in the cold air, knowing he's far from the authorities.
"They'll remember that."
- -
he wakes up again. his ears ache again from the bad earbuds, and his body aches from the running. the gears in his start to turn, slowly, clumsily, and noisily. his head feels like its about to explode, and he lays back down in the bed, throwing the earbuds off to the floor, and hiding under the sheets. hours pass. he wakes up again, gets ready, and does it all again.
it doesn't matter to him what happens, he won't remember it later.
- -
feet pounding against the sidewalk
lights blurring together
words spoken but not understood/not heard/not listening
dreams that last outside of sleep
- -
he's lost in his mind, and that's somewhere no one can find you.

personality:

- lax
- "cool guy"
- aloof
- distant
- very inattentive
- forgets easily
- fears forgetting something too important
- desires to bring himself to remember things again
- has a pretty good intellect


history:

- born into an alright family
- parents were a little absent, very eclectic
- did whatever he wanted
- moved around frequently
- got to the point he just forgot about others to save himself from hurt feelings
- got into a bit of trouble as a teen
- vandal, got into fights
- now a young adult, still parties
- somehow does very well in college
extras:
- art ?

im keeping everything else short n sweet :0 since the focus is on the story.

[dr. pupper]

Name: petrichor

• the smell after it rains
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!!!!!!

[vordic.]

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res