the incident || OPEN

[sock]

Violet Littleberry
he/him || a tall, thin boy with curly blonde hair usually tied into a short ponytail. He has dark blueish-grey eyes, pale skin, and a few freckles on his nose. He usually wears an oversized Wicked hoodie he received when he went to see the play, and grey sweatpants. He's been wearing the same ratty sneakers for a few years

This little cafe was the only place he really felt comfortable. At home, he couldn't be his true self. At school, he was bullied or ignored. But here, everybody was cool with his existence, and the staff all knew him. He sat at his usual table, sipping a vanilla milkshake. In front of him sat a sketchbook, and he was spinning a pencil between his fingers. Violet stared down at his paper, frowning. He wanted to draw, he really did -- but he just didn't have the inspiration. Of course, there was a comic he made that he updated monthly, but he just didn't feel like drawing that.

Even though there weren't many people in the little coffee shop, the noise of people talking was starting to annoy him. He knew he should be doing homework right now, but he just didn't want to do that -- it was math, and he stunk at math. Also, he just couldn't. It was like, impossible. He was smart enough to do it, but all the numbers and letters intimidated him, causing him to go through a constant cycle of, I need to do this, and I know I can. That's too much, I can't do this. I have to do this, but I REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT TO.

After a bit more staring, he closed his sketchbook with a sigh. Violet sat there a moment, unsure of what to do, and reluctantly pulled out his phone. At first glance, it was chaos. Too many notifications. Most were from months ago, but there were a few from earlier that day. Ever since The Incident, he'd stopped replying to his few friends' texts. Emery had initially texted him a lot, but after a few weeks, stopped. The same had happened with Jenny and Jordyn.

But Riot persisted. He'd in fact been the one who'd texted Violet earlier that day. But Violet didn't feel like replying. He scrolled through the two's chat history -- most of it was Riot asking if he was okay. Violet frowned, feeling a little guilty. He couldn't reply now; what if Riot got angry? What if he... what if he left him? Violet couldn't bear thinking about losing his best friend. Riot's sister, Jill (why did he have so many friends whose names started with J?) had informed Violet that she was no longer his friend just a few weeks ago.

Violet had cried when that happened, and he never cried. He had felt like a fool, been so so upset, but now he was just angry. Angry that somebody he'd known and been friends with since they were little would just... leave him like that. Just because Violet had started hanging out with Riot a bit more. He felt tears coming to his eyes, and rubbed them with the heels of his hands.

I am not crying in public.

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[Solaris.]

 

Originally Posted by sock

Violet Littleberry
he/him || a tall, thin boy with curly blonde hair usually tied into a short ponytail. He has dark blueish-grey eyes, pale skin, and a few freckles on his nose. He usually wears an oversized Wicked hoodie he received when he went to see the play, and grey sweatpants. He's been wearing the same ratty sneakers for a few years

This little cafe was the only place he really felt comfortable. At home, he couldn't be his true self. At school, he was bullied or ignored. But here, everybody was cool with his existence, and the staff all knew him. He sat at his usual table, sipping a vanilla milkshake. In front of him sat a sketchbook, and he was spinning a pencil between his fingers. Violet stared down at his paper, frowning. He wanted to draw, he really did -- but he just didn't have the inspiration. Of course, there was a comic he made that he updated monthly, but he just didn't feel like drawing that.

Even though there weren't many people in the little coffee shop, the noise of people talking was starting to annoy him. He knew he should be doing homework right now, but he just didn't want to do that -- it was math, and he stunk at math. Also, he just couldn't. It was like, impossible. He was smart enough to do it, but all the numbers and letters intimidated him, causing him to go through a constant cycle of, I need to do this, and I know I can. That's too much, I can't do this. I have to do this, but I REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT TO.

After a bit more staring, he closed his sketchbook with a sigh. Violet sat there a moment, unsure of what to do, and reluctantly pulled out his phone. At first glance, it was chaos. Too many notifications. Most were from months ago, but there were a few from earlier that day. Ever since The Incident, he'd stopped replying to his few friends' texts. Emery had initially texted him a lot, but after a few weeks, stopped. The same had happened with Jenny and Jordyn.

But Riot persisted. He'd in fact been the one who'd texted Violet earlier that day. But Violet didn't feel like replying. He scrolled through the two's chat history -- most of it was Riot asking if he was okay. Violet frowned, feeling a little guilty. He couldn't reply now; what if Riot got angry? What if he... what if he left him? Violet couldn't bear thinking about losing his best friend. Riot's sister, Jill (why did he have so many friends whose names started with J?) had informed Violet that she was no longer his friend just a few weeks ago.

Violet had cried when that happened, and he never cried. He had felt like a fool, been so so upset, but now he was just angry. Angry that somebody he'd known and been friends with since they were little would just... leave him like that. Just because Violet had started hanging out with Riot a bit more. He felt tears coming to his eyes, and rubbed them with the heels of his hands.

I am not crying in public.

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>>Ollie<<
>he/him, short with fluffy white hair and blue eyes, usually wearing an oversized band hoodie and jeans.

Alone, yet again. none of his friends seemed to want to meet up, even if they did say yes. Brayden failed to come last week because of his 'job', that he didn't have. today, Riley failed to show. why were they all no-shows? Were they real friends..? Yeah! Yeah they were.. right?

He looked around at the sorta quiet cafe. there was another person sitting alone. would they like company? no..Yeah? Whatever! Just wing it! Ollie got up from his seat, and came over, a bit nervous. NO! CURSE YOU SOCIAL ANXIETY! he thought, though his expression was calmer than what he was thinking. "'Ello, er- I was wondering if you'd like some company..? Just asking, I got nobody to really talk to and-" he noticed that the guy seemed sad, and felt a bit of sympathy. "Uh- You okay..?" he asked in more of a quiet tone.