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Raycre Village (Roleplay)
I sit and bury my head in my hands.
"I hate death. I just..." I sniff.
I walk over to the thief, grabbing his arms and twisting them behind his back. "Drop the stuff and leave." I growl.
"I'm sorry. It got to me." I say, lying back, staring at the ceiling again. "I'm sorry."
I turn and leave the building and fly to the roof using telekinesis overwhelmed by everything and watching the sunset. I start to cry.
"I'm terrified of magic." I say.
"I'm so scared that I might hurt somebody, or myself." I feel so overwhelmed that tears start to leak out.
I realise I am no help to anyone and that I should leave the 3 by themselves as they need some alone time.
Not thinking, I grab Cindra and hug her.
"I can teach you to control it. I promise." I say.
I go back to the 3 and say, "You shouldn't be scared of your own strengths because without them you wouldn't be who you are today." I say in a comforting voice.
"How are you supposed to teach me when you can't yourself?" I say, and cry into my hands.
"We all will be no matter what happens because that's what friends are for." I say smiling at Cindra
"I can control it! It's just... It gets to me when I'm mad. I promise, I promise." I say, starting to slightly tear up myself.
"Not now." I say, covering my eyes.
I start to sob.
"Okay...okay..." I say quietly.
(How can you be so freaking positive? The point of an RP is to create a story,not be happy 24/7...)
"I'm... Sorry, everyone." I say quietly. I get up slowly and walk to my room.
I bury my head in my knees and cry quietly, in a tight ball.
I'm not sure what hurts more, the fear, or Jay not being there....
(OHOHOHOHOHO CHEESY)
"I think I'm gonna go and check on my home... If it's even there.." I grunt, bolting out of the door, away from the drama to check on my own home.
I'm not happy twenty four seven I'm being nice but if you insist ill go pessimistic
"I ruin everything." I say to myself, laying on the bed.
"I don't deserve to be treated so kindly."
"Why am I even here?"
"I'm gonna stay with you." I say