After The End RP: NewTown discussion

((Creeeeeepppyyy.))

Christi approached, frowning deeply.

((Yep!))

Haley followed slightly behind. She opened her mouth to ask if Christi was ok but froze, afraid to upset her.

Christi wanted to break down. She didn't even hear Haley behind her. She kicked a column then cringed in pain.

Haley swallowed. "you ok?" She asked softly, almost hesitantly.

Christi turned, a smile on her face. "Absolutely, but not really. I tell you guys I am all the time, but I lie."

She tilted her head, a bit curious, "Wanna tell me about it?"

"Not really, but I will if you wanna hear."

She sat down on the steps. "Yeah! I want to know so I can help."

"Where to start," Christi clicked her tongue.

"You could try the beginning." she suggested.

((I know it's a little cliche))

"That would be my dad, I guess. By the time I was three, he abused me and my mum very badly..." Christi sige=hed, biting her lip.

Haley listened sympathetically.

"He would hit us and push around. It would get worse when he was drunk. You know the scar on my eyebrow I wouldn't tell you about? He threw a beer bottle at me..."

She nodded, sounded like a hard time and she could only guess how bad.

"Well we just lived like that. I went to school and told them little stories about what happened. Just believable enough. Then my mum died and my dad drunk more and he got worse. That was when I started hurting myself to feel okay. I was falling apart from my mom's death and my dad's hurtful words. I was only nine...When the end hit and dad died I stayed here and took in family, but Scree reminds me of my dad. He's not abusive or terrible, he just is quiet like him, and looks like him and he's so kind and it kind of scares me, I don't know why..."

((Aww))

((Good job Bre! You're perfect charrie in whom I quite love is causing her mental problems!!))

She nodded, "That's understandable."

((Ahhh and he would freak if he knew! In his own quiet Scree-like way))

"ANd I mean, I love you all but it just makes me wish I had friends or siblings when I was younger, to help me. I love Scree, I do. He just looks...yeah."
((Yerp))

She reached over and squeezed her hand. "I understand. Sometimes the past is difficult to forget or move from."

Christi smiled, wishing she believed that Haley really under.

stood.

She smiled back. Now she seemed more like a mature (or atleast a maturing) adult instead of a child. She knew when to act goofy and when it was time to be serious.

Christi was quiet. "I still hurt myself. As a coping mechanism. Scree knows."

She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "I'm always here if you ever want to just talk you know."

"I know, that's just scary."

Christi gave her sister a small hug. "I'm gonna meet you at home," she mumbled, and ran back home.

Haley stayed there for a while before running after her.

Grant walked up, spinning a knife.

Ádryan was sitting on the altar, one headphone in, and swinging his legs absentmindedly.

Grant shot him a glare.

((Should we have this as an enmity that we build up, rather than having them know each other already?))

Ádryan looked at him. "Problem, mate?"

((Grant is a douche. He's just a jerk to anybody who seems to be enjoying themselves. What do you think?))

"None at all," he replied drily.

((I think mine, cos it lets us develop it really well, and allows me to forge Ádryan into someone worthy of a nemesis.))

((Okayyyy!!! Grant is kind of the Adryan opposite. That was how he was made.))

((Nice I should probs read his profile))

((Haha. Ya.))

((Special or normal?))

((Special.))

((Read it))

((Sweet.))

Whatever {Redemption is for the Beautiful} wrote: ""None at all," he replied drily."

"Good to hear." Ádryan replied, changing the song on his iPod.

Grant kicked some rubble, silent.

Ádryan jumped down from the altar, and held his hand out. "Ádryan Morales," he introduced himself.