☼ Summer Break ☼ {Semi-Advanced RP} discussion
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Instead of heading to her room, Fate changed her mind. She headed to the bar instead. She wasn't going to drink, but she figured if she was lucky no one would come in here. Sharing the room with three other girls just showed her that it probably wouldn't be private. She sits at the counter, punching in letters. Fate could smell the alcohol, but it's not like she wanted it. She hated alcohol. She needed to get her work done though, and it was like going to school all over again. She was always working, but she had nothing else to put her mind to, so she worked. Work work work. Fate was too nervous to almost ever have fun. She wasn't sure what to do anymore.
Fate was amazed that she had given the note to Cole. She wasn't one for big courageous things. She was more of someone you meet, and never talk to again. Fate was shy, and quiet, not usually talking to people. Pushing up her sunglasses, she continues punching in letters for her work. She was a strange girl. She knew it, or at least she thought she was strange. She never knew how people looked at her, and she barely knew how she'd react in situations. It was like not even knowing yourself.
She didn't hear Cole come in. She was a little too occupied by her thoughts to notice him or anything. In her thoughts, Fate hated being the one girl who escaped from situations by doing homework. "I can't spend my summer doing homework!" She mutters under her breath. She was too shy to hold on conversation, and she always used homework as her excuse. She just did the homework to make up the few days she was missing, as she was behind. "I need a tutor." Fate sighs, and pulls off her sunglasses. She didn't want a tutor, she didn't want to be blind. She hated being blind. Fate thought it ruined her whole life. She was going crazy wasn't she? Why else was she talking to herself? People never understand how hard it is. For Fate, it happened after she talked to people, when the day was ending. It was when she had her break down, a lot of blind people have their withdrawals. Fate had hers a lot. Almost everyday, it hit her how much she missed in the world. She was too self conscious, too worried about how people viewed her, if she would fit in. She was one to hide away, and was always one to be quiet. After a while she just tried to stop thinking, going back to writing. If she just didn't think, and wrote maybe she could finish the paper. After finishing the paper, she could figure out something. She needed to find something else, somewhere else she could go. Somewhere with people, where she'd be forced to be social. Working on her homework, she pushes some dots into the paper, making small little 'pop!' sounds. Fate ran a finger through her hair, biting her lip. What was a good way to write an essay? She was a good writer if she put her mind to it, but her head was in the clouds. She hurried, pushing in letters. She wanted to get it done, she need to stop having an excuse. What happened to friends? Fate needed some friends, she had Ivy already. Just finish the paper. She told herself, pushing in more dots, as her hand rested under her hair. 
Fate looked up, her face a mask of surprise, and confusion. She had heard someone laugh, she had heard someone in there, but not come in. She didn't want to look like complete idiot. See, this was being blind. She could either be completely alert, or completely unaware. People were deceptive, they could trick a person with one word. Fate knew this, all she had to was remember high school. So many people had used her, and all they had said was "Here." And handed her what she thought was water. People hated difference. They hate her, or any other person who had an imperfection. She was actually nervous, and slightly curious knowing that someone was there, and she didn't know who. "Hello?" She asks softly, looking down again at her paper blushing. Fate didn't like knowing that someone was there, maybe even watching her. After a few seconds she slowly punches in letters tilting her head every few seconds. She wanted to know if someone was there. "Is anyone in here?" She bit her lip, her lip, looking up, as if asking God for a response. She just didn't want another stalker, or drunk guy taking over her. She closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath. She had imagined it. She was crazy, paranoid. "I'm so stupid." Fate sighed, shaking her head and going back to work. It was probably her imagination."Nothing." She repeated to herself.
Fate smiled softly, "You scared me, I didn't hear you come in." Fate went quiet, punching in some letters, "I thought I was going crazy." She gave a small shrug. "Guess not." Focusing on the her work, she ran her fingers over the bumps. "You're the guy who brought in my papers." She remembered. "Thanks again for that." That's why he sounded so familiar. Cole. She thought. That's his name. She was calming down, but her high school memories still haunted her. She had a fear of people, all because of high school. Fate continued writing her paper, taking her mind off of the memories. She had written about five, six pages so far. And she had more pages at home. So she'd be finished soon. Her hair falling in front of her face, she starts punching in letters. "Sorry. I'd talk, but I have to finish." She gives a soft blow, and the hair in her face flops up, and over to the side. She giggles and continues punching in letters. Letters, letters, letters. ABC. She just wanted to finish, and fast. She'd finish this page, and then take a break. She could use a break. Fate hurried, pressing in words.
Fate finished up the page, putting in the final letters. Each one made a small pop, and as she reached the final one she let out a relieved sigh, setting down her stylus. After running her finger over it, to make sure it was all right, she spoke again. "Homework?" She asked, looking sideways at him. She knew she had her sunglasses off. It worried her slightly, but wasn't the worst problem of the day. She let her thoughts wander. Why was he here? She wondered why he came to the bar. It didn't seem like a normal place to work, but look who was talking. She had come there to work. "Or what kind of work?" She asked, curiously. She usually didn't talk to guys, especially after a party. They could be drunk, and that never ended right. She felt no harm, in talking to him though. He seemed nice, and if anything, someone would probably hear her if she screamed. She shuffled, reaching down to pick up her bag, and sliding her papers in it. "Finally finished that." she said with a smile. She hated writing that paper, and she was done for now. She focus her attention on Cole, swinging her legs and facing him with a small smile. "I'm Fate, if you don't know."
She laughs gently, "It's hard to know who knows my name." Fate smiled, "Anyway, I should let you get back to that then. It sounds important." She picked up her back and slung it over her shoulder. Picking up her sunglasses she debated if she should stay or not. Cole probably wanted some privacy. Fate could go to the beach. Fate was planning on going there soon anyway She slid off the stool, "I'm done here then I guess. Have fun working!" Fate didn't need to be at the bar any longer, she had finished her work, and the smell of alcohol wasn't keeping her there either. She walked to the door, leaning on the door frame. "Cole, just one quick question. Which way is the beach?" She didn't see his smirk, or what he was reading, but she was still the polite girl if anything. She just wanted to know how to get to the beach. Fate tilted her head, waiting for an answer. "I was going to head to the beach next. I haven't been there, and I just don't know the way." It seemed so far away, the beach, and water. After she got directions she just had to go to her room, change and see if she could get there. Of course, without getting lost. She'd probably get lost though. Oh well.
Within three seconds of closing the door in front of Etain, Fate burst into tears. She hurried over to the bar, where she'd know it'd be quiet. And as Fate was, she couldn't stop sobbing. She was so confused, she just couldn't wrap her head around what was going on. It seemed that everyone hated her, and being blind made it even harder to tell. Still crying, she leans against the door. Fate was breaking down, thinking about high school. The oddest part was, she brought it up. "Special. Special Special." She whispered to herself, reminding herself of her mother's words. Fate couldn't stop thinking about what went on, and the feeling she had felt, that one, sick feeling, she had felt for the past few years. Every time before she crawled into bed, that urge to lock your self up, the urge to protect yourself, when you knew you couldn't. At all. She gave a sigh, sliding on her sunglasses as the many tears slid down her face.
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Ben walked into the bar through the other door, whistling as he looked at all of the alcohol on the shelf,"Well arn't you a beauty." He said slowly, not really paying much attention to the girl who was sitting on the stool. He assumed that she was drinking and probably wanted to be alone. Benjamin walked over, his let her boots leaving a soft thud behind him as he made his way to the counter, waiting. It took him a few moments before he realized that you had to get your own drink, which made him sigh as she went over and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He just made it here this morning, knowing very well that he was a week late, and also knew very well that he needed a drink to unwind. Ben took off his leather jacket and set it on the counter as he sat a few seats away from the girl, "Well, if I would have known that this was self served I would have gotten my drink give minutes ago instead of waiting like an idiot in front of a pretty girl." He said with a small chuckle.
Fate sniffled and looked up, facing Ben. "Do I know you?" She asked, pushing her sunglasses up father to hide her red, puffy eyes. "I didn't think anyone else would be here." She sighs, and trails off, picking at her nails. There were a lot of people at this house, and apparently no privacy. She couldn't find one single place where she wouldn't be interrupted. Fate didn't even want to try bathrooms, she'd probably have a couple making out walk in. She knew her outfit was still wet from the beach. It had gotten soaked from the spray, and it was worse she was wearing a white shirt. Not like she knew colors, she'd just put together an outfit. White blouse, and some blue shorts, nothing fancy. She turned over, so she wasn't slouching over the counter, and sat up straight. She gave a little wave, and attempted a small smile. "I'm Fate."
Ben looked at the girl and shook his head,"No... I don't think so..." He said, then gently slid the bottle over as he took his jacket to come sit next to her. Okay, by the moment that he was closer to her he could definitely tell that she was crying, which only made him wonder why. "Well I mean, it is a bar.. And I just got out of my flight and I'm tired, so naturally I go to a bar. It calms me down a bit." Ben said, looking back at her. "I'm Ben." He greeted, giving a small smile, oblivious to the fact that she was wearing glasses indoors because she was blind, "So, Fate... Do you want a drink?" He asked casually, trying to be friendly, maybe get her mind off of whatever was making her cry. He reached over through the other side of the counter and got two glasses,"I've got whiskey at it's finest, 1983." He said with a nod, then tilted his head a bit,"But you look like a beer type of girl, because I know how some people hate the taste of whiskey." He concluded. He was pretty good with alcohol, so he could usually assume which would probably suit a person.
Fate looked down, thinking of her mother. "I don't drink." She tells him, "I can't. But thanks for the offer Ben." She gives a small smile, putting her hands in her lap. Fate had drunk before, she and her mother drank one drink a week, and it was to help her mother stop her addiction. Fate didn't really like it, but she'd do anything to help her mother. She had learn to actually hold it down, and not puke it all up. When you're fourteen and drinking, that's a big deal. She slides off her sunglasses, rubbing her eyes which now hurt, and were quite red from crying. "Thanks for the offer." She repeats softly, just trying to keep a sob of hysteria down. She could smell him, and the alcohol in the room. It was intriguing and sickening at the same time. Of course he didn't smell sickening, that was just the liquor in the room. Why was the bar her safe place? Maybe it just reminded her of her mother, but it was strange. A bar was her place to go hide. And apparently meet guys.
Ben frowned slightly, gently setting the bottle down as he realized how upset she was. The problem was, he didn't know over what. Ben looked at her and gave a small smile,"Ahh. I take it you're under age?" He asked, before sliding it a bit so that it was no longer in front of him. He could drink later. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was clearly upset and obviously trying to hide it, which only made his eyebrows furrow. He was silent for a few minutes before he spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked carefully, slowly. He gently reached his hand over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, before resting it back on the counter. Most people ran away from their problems by drinking, and she didn't look like one of those type of girls. Ben wondered what was nothing her, but knew that if she didn't want to talk about it then it was his que to leave and give her some space.
Fate gave a small nod, "I'm underage. 16." She also just didn't like alcohol. As he tucked her hair behind her ear, she blushed slightly and turned away. "I'd rather not talk about it." Fate didn't want to think of it anymore, she was in Hawaii for crying out loud, but it just came back to haunt her, and at the wrong time. She looked down, "I'd rather do anything, but talk about it. I just don't want to talk about it." She rambles on, trying to make it clear that she didn't want to talk about her being upset. And the fact that she was flustered he could read her that well. She wasn't used to being read like a book. She was still blushing as she looked up. Fate added on with a small smile, "Anything but what happened to me." Fate bit her lip again. Some guys would take that as a flirtatious sign, others wouldn't see anything from it. Fate didn't know which she meant to do with it, but she does it. A lot.
When Fate told Ben that she was sixteen, he instantly threw out any idea of being anything more than friends with the girl, not that he instantly thought of flirting with her, and she was really pretty, but suddenly when she looked up at him, she reminded him a bit of Kora, who was like a little sister to him. Okay, well she was way different than Kora, being much more shy and vulnerable at the beginning, but still. Ben nodded slowly,"I understand, I just don't like any reason to why a pretty girl is crying." He said honestly, giving a small smile. ((Sorry it's short!))
She gives a shrug, "My past came back to haunt me. Just some bad memories." She didn't want to get in full depth of her problems with a guy she had just met. She sighs looking down, "I had very rough high school years, you might say. And I can't get what happened out of my head." Fate clutched the counter tightly, looking back down at it. She wondered what Ben looked like, what he thought. Almost everything was unknown. Then again, she wondered a lot of things. "Anyway, enough about me. Tell me about yourself Ben."
Ben nodded understandingly,"Yeah, highschool can be a bitch." He agreed, running his hand through his golden hair. He understood why Fate didn't want to talk about it, those four years of anyone's life are usually the hardest. Well, until after high school anyway. Usually life just got harder, busier, more stressful. He didn't want to tell her that, because no one would ever really want to figure out those kind of things. Not yet anyway. When Fate asked about him, Ben shrugged, letting his hand fall into his lap after having it run through his hair so many times. Bad habits usually die fighting. "What's there to tell?" He asked, shrugging a shoulder,"I'm from California, I'm 21, I dropped out of Stanford around six monthes ago. College just isn't my kind of thing." He said as if he needed to explain to her. Usually people always wanted that kind of thing from a dropout.
"California, huh?" She smiled, her mood perking up a bit. "I'm from Miami. I'm blind, 16, and live with my mother, no father." She counts them off on her finger, finally nodding. She didn't feel like there was much to her. There wasn't much of a backstory, or at least a backstory filled with glamor, and money. Everyone seemed to have be plastic with all their fake backgrounds, and fake looks. Why would you need that anyway? Fate didn't see the point in not being yourself, usually that just got you into trouble. She's hypocritical about that though. She pretends to be someone else all the time, but she didn't count that as pretending. Fate considered it... hiding behind shades, and acting normal. As her mind returns to Ben, she pushes her hair behind her ear again. "So you just got to Hawaii? Have you gotten to see anything yet?"
Ben nodded slowly, figuring that the girl was blind once she took off her sun glasses. She was looking at his direction, but not exactly at him. "I don't mean to be rude, but just out of curiosity, have you always been blind?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. He really didn't care, but he was curious. He knew that being born blind and suddenly getting blind at some point in the middle of your life were two different types of lives. Sure they all couldn't see, and generally they learned that they didn't need their sight to survive, but it was still a curious thing that he was always interested in. Ben always seemed to take an interest in people given their circumstances.
Fate wasn't used to people asking her questions about being blind. She was always quiet, and was never really realized that people were curious about... well, everything. "Blind since birth. Cataracts." She tells him with a small nod. "Weren't removed until 5, and by then they were too far developed to get rid of all the consequences." Her mom was a drunk until five. And then she got her act together. Actually, Fate wasn't a registered person until five. Let's just say there was lots of custody battles, and work for her mother to be able to keep her. it was just her life, nothing super big at all. Pretty boring. Especially as a five year old.
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Coral wrote: "Great. Just the person Charity had been hoping would join her at the bar. Mark, the jackass of all people. Tutus? What kind of nickname was that? "If you want to come, you've got to keep up." Chari..."
Mark sighed when he followed Charity into the Bar. Man was this girl a Debbie downer. It would be a hell of a lot more fun if she just loosened up and learned to calm down for a change. Well at least he was getting some Alcohol. A great day to get intoxicated. Just saw his brother for the first time in years. And that little punk already stole his pack of cigarets! Does he even know how expensive those little shits are! "Why don't you take a chill pill?" He called out to Charity as he made his way through the house and down to the bar. This sure is hell wasn't going to be as fun as he thought it would be. Well I mean, she got yelled at Colton, slapped by some girl who thought his pick up line was atrocious. Damn, and here he was thinking it was so good. As he walked into the bar he noticed other people were in here. He ignored that. Scanning his dark brown oculars around the room until he found Charity sitting on a stool. He walked over to her and hopped onto a stool that was next to her. "You seem tense, you always like this?" He asked. He was confused. He didn't understand why the people around here were SO anti social and such stick in the muds. Well. They were all teenagers. Maybe that had to do with something.
Coral wrote: ""I'm not tense." Charity replied with a roll of her eyes. "It's your jackass attitude rubbing off of me." She said, taking the first few sips of her drink. Vodka, she could tell just from the taste..."
Mark sighed. It's not like he has never been called a jackass before. So it didn't really phase him. He shook his head at her and looked over at the bar tender. "Keep coming with shots of Patrón," he said putting his arm up to get the guys attention. The bar tender came over with his shot. Sitting if down next to him. He picked it up with two fingers and chugged it down in a matter of seconds. The burning sensation down his throat didn't phase him. He was use to it. He looked over at Charity and sighed. "You know, maybe you should try and relax some more. You look like your on a mission all the time," little did Mark know; that mission was seeking out guys who she would sleep with. "Why don't you take a break from whatever your doing and loosen up. What's your name?" He asked. Trying to get some more information on this girl. He wanted to get to know her. Maybe she knew some things about Colton that he didn't know. Or maybe she knew nothing about him. Either way was fine. He just wanted to let loose and have a little fun before the night was over. Once the bar tender walked over with another glass. Mark did the same thing he did with the last. He chugged it down in a matter if seconds.
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Mark nodded his head. He liked the ring to her name. Charity. Seemed sweet and innocent. Funny. This girl had nothing to do with those two words. After the fight he just witnessed. God why were teenagers. What's the word? Immature? He wasn't clueless he knew the fight had something to do with his brother. But he rather stay out of that. "So, Charity. Tell me about yourself," he said. In all honesty he really wanted to get to know this girl. Not knowing if it was him talking or the alcohol. For god sakes he was an alcoholic. So who the hell knows what was going through his head. One thing was for sure this girl was hot. He didn't know if he was hoping to sleep with her. Or. Whatever. Mark was just so unpredictable. Once she gave him seductive look he began to get a little freaked out. What was this girl like 16? He didn't know how old she was. He was 22. Almost 23. He can't be having those ideas. He grabbed his glass and chugged it down again, fast. He started feeling a little tipsy and light in the head. God he loved this feelings. "Woo! Hit me up again brad!" He said to the bar tender. He didn't even know the guys name. He was just giving him a name in his head. His vision was starting to get a little blurry and out of focus. He looked up at the tv screen and noticed the World Cup was on. "Go patriots! Go! Get em! Brad pit!" He said and looked over at the bar tender and squinted his eyes. "How the hell are you doing that! How are you there! But here too?! You freak!"
Mark moved his head over looking at Charity as she spoke. He raised eyebrow. Wow. He didn't know she was eighteen. He looked back over at Brad and shouted at him. "Where is my drink!" He yelled. The bartender pointed down in front of Mark. "It's right there sir," he said. "Huh?" Mark said looking down. He picked up the shot class and guzzled it down. Slamming it on the counter top. "I think that's should do it," he said talking to himself. He looked back over at Charity. She wanted to know about him? No no no. What was the fun in that? "Tell me more about you, where did you come from? What part of the world are you from?" He asked. He didn't really know what he was thinking about this girl. One thing was for sure. He was drunk and he was unpredictable. He could end up sleeping with this girl. But, he really didn't want it to come down to that. But, he would be okay with it if it had.
Natasha ~ Life in Black and White ~ wrote: "Fate wasn't used to people asking her questions about being blind. She was always quiet, and was never really realized that people were curious about... well, everything. "Blind since birth. Catara..."((Sorry, I had writers block for a while >.<))
Ben looked at her, then looked at the door as a boy walked in, and within a few minutes a pretty blonde also walked in, with another guy following not too long after. He also noticed how the bartender showed up, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Where was he when he wanted a drink? Ben shrugged though, deciding not to pay anymore attention to anyone but Fate, because she was actually interesting to him.
"I don't know if you would want to slap me after this, and if you do then that's fine. But if it helps, seeing the world is just like any other experience through any other sense. There are just as much beautiful things as there are terrible ones." He said honestly. The smell of alcohol started to hit his nostrils, and he could tell that these people were here to get drunk, for whatever reason- maybe to get laid, or run away from his or her problem. Ben didn't really know, and at the moment didn't care much either.
Mark put his hands up and started waving them around. "Whoa there little missy! I didn't ask how you were conceived!" He said with a small grin on his lips. He sat back in his chair. Trying to think of some other questions he could ask her. His mind was drawing a blank. He has no idea what to ask next. He would decided just responded to her Answers. "California. That's a nice place. I'm from New York," he said. Thinking about the good old days he had with his family. "I decided to leave when my dad shot Colton." Whoops.. Did he just? He covered his hands over his mouth. Oh god. A drunk Mark wasn't the best thing.. He would always say what was on his mind. Hopefully this girl would forget he said anything about that in the morning. She needed to get more drunk. "Here drink up!" He said and handed her his shot glass putting it in front of her. He was trying to avoid what just happened maybe if would just slide by. Hopefully.
Fate smiled, trying to ignore how many other people came in. Drunk people were dangerous, and she wanted to scream at them to stop drinking. But she probably couldn't. Putting her mind back to Ben she shook her head. "I don't want to slap you, but it's just..." She sighed, standing up to stretch her legs. "I don't have colors. I don't have definite shapes. It's a guess, and again I don't really understand colors." She stretched, glad to be moving again. Her legs were sore from sitting down on the stool. She listened to the others in the room. Some drunk people, quiet people, it was amazing what kids of people came in here. fate came here because she thought it would be quiet. Oh, well then.
Ben gave her a small smile, knowing that she would probably always be curious,"I guess that's true, I don't think I could ever understand that." He said, smiling at her. He could tell that she felt uncomfortable,"Do you wanna go outside?" He asked, from all the talking he himself was getting a slight headache. Slurred words only sounded the same when you're own words were slurred, but then again when you're drunk speaking to other drunks only make half as much sense.
((Sorry it's suppppper short, I'm kind of rushing through all of my rp's right now and idk why Dx))
Fate gave a quick nod, "Yes please." She couldn't think of anything to help these drunks so far. They were too busy hooking up, or drowning out life. She looks at him, "Will you take me outside?" She offers him a small smile. He seemed like a good guy, not too drunk. Fate holds out her hand, "Please?" Ben just seemed like a great guy, and she felt like she could trust him. Although she could be wrong, she went with it anyway. He'd help her, right?
Ben chuckled slightly at her slight eagerness as he got off the stool and gently took her hand,"Sure, let's go out back." He said, walking with her to the backyard. Fate was... Nice. She reminded him of the little sister that he never had. And the fact that she didn't like drinking made him oddly attracted to her. Not the kind of attraction that makes a guy want to kiss a girl, but the kind that makes that guy just want to get to know someone better.((Backyard and pool? I have my other new character there haha so if I get them both in one area I actually wouldn't mind that xD plus, we can rp all together! I don't care or mind hahaha))
((Sure! I'll probably be able to do one post, but then I have to go to bed. Who'll post first?))
((Uhh can you? Sorry, I wouldn't have much to write because I just wrote, that's why haha))
Mark took a deep breath. Good. It flew right past her. It would soon fly right past him in a few seconds. When he was drunk he didn't really keep a steady mind. "Get out of here?" He said, saying her words over out loud. Was this girl trying to sleep with him? Mark was trying to decide if he should take this opportunity or just let it pass. Even though Mark was completely drunk he still was in a here and now kinda place. "Where are you going?" He asked, he leaned his elbow on the counter, but he missed the counter with his elbow like a few inches away. Instead, he ended up slamming his chin on the counter top. "Oh mother fucker that hurt!" He said picking himself back up. By the looks of it he could have been distracted by Charity's appearance. But, that wasn't the case at all. It was because of him being drunk. Just give it to Mark, for trying to be smooth but ending up being a klutz. That's Mark for you.
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