ROLEPLAY HQ - black-orchids

TW:gore, abuse, drinking, non/con, sex and drugs

I suppose the day started well, some minor inconveniences along my dreary path to class. A couple junkies here and a wall of homeless men in alleys who took turns aiming their piss into bottles. The usual. But then, against my expectations, I discovered myself to be the last to class. Nothing out of the ordinary. What was weird, unexpected and altogether awkward was the small girl sitting in my seat. Still, I walk up, confident she’ll get up. But with each step I take up those stairs, I become more and more unsure of my earlier thoughts. Finally, I reach the top and stand, waiting silently. No one looked at me, they knew not to now. But she did, right at my face… my scar. My teeth grit and heat rushes through me. The blood inside me feels like it’s boiling hotter than magma. I can’t help the brief tightening of my my fist. But no. I don’t hit women. “Could I please have my seat.” @I have Naka to do with it!

It had a year since Mira had suddenly seemed to have changed for her parents. From the girl that loved to wear crop tops and shorts, she had suddenly gone to baggy clothes and chains. She had dyed her black hair with a colored under layer that changed every few months. And just overall she had seemed different. Her parents had tried to talk to her about it, but she had always kept her mouth shut. Why would she talk about the abuse? It was not like it would change anything. Even at school she had become an outcast. She had pushed all her friends away, hadn’t let anyone near her in fear of someone hurting her again. The loneliness had become her best friend as she had build that wall around her up high and strong. It was because of this that she had been changed to different classes. Her parents worried about her and thinking that perhaps a change of people would help her. She had not cared enough to fight it, so she had agreed. So when the dark skinned guy walked up to her, she had been unsure of the reason that he approached her. Even just the act of it, the way he walked, the determination in his steps.. it made her heart race quick inside her chest. By the time he had reached her she could feel the panic rising through her, but she was not about to show it. No.. she knew better the to appear weak, especially before someone new. So instead she forced herself to look up and meet his eyes. Hers were light in colors, a sea of blue’s and greens. She could see the tension in his jaw and of course she saw his scar as well. Part of her wondering how he got it. “Could I please have my seat.” It had not been a question. Even if there had been a please in the middle of it, he was expecting her to get up. So she did she only thing that she knew to do. Fight back.. “Your seat?” She said, a smile on her face with the softest of chuckles. “I don’t see your name on it. There is plenty of empty seats dude, pick another one.” Her voice gave nothing away of the interna

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l fear that dances inside of her. Her wall had been so perfected that she could pull the tough girl act out of her ass by now. So she just looked away from him as if she had lost interest. It was only then that she saw that almost everyone in that room was now staring at her. @Deleted User

“Your seat?” Yes. MY seat. She continued speaking but I didn’t even spare a second of my thought for her. Growing impatient, I try to stay calm. There was another rule after not hitting girls. Not being a liar. My head turns to the side, tilted down and away as I chuckle. It starts slow before it becomes louder but never escapes a low rumble. There was a gravelly grit to my voice, deep in tone but buttery in pronunciation “There might be better ways to do this, but… I don’t like your face.” I smiled poisonously before yanking her chair back and stepping in. With one hand, my fingers reach down to clench the back of her collar. A short huff leaves my lips as I yank her into the air, holding the girl away from me and above my head “You see my name now?” With an air of distaste, I throw her back, only enough that she would fall on her ass. The brat deserved some humiliation for picking a fight with me. The scar wasn’t for show. Neither was the empty seat, seeing as I quickly occupied the chair. It was extremely amusing to watch the entire class turn away as soon as my head turned forward. There was a rule about staring, I didn’t mind being seen but attention always led to more issues. I frowned, unhappy as I realized my folly. It had been a long time since some fool tested me. Perhaps I wasn’t as established as I thought? A cocky smirk spread across my lips, I doubt that. @I have Naka to do with it!

The moment he started to chuckle her eyes grew a bit more restless. Even her wall was not thick enough to not let her fear sip through a small bit. After all, he was much bigger then her. Before she could even react he had grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her off the chair she could not help the yelp that escaped her. He picked her off the floor easy before throwing her backwards as she landed on the ground. The whole classroom seemed silent in that moment, waiting on what would happen next. This time it was her turn to laugh. The chuckles came before she knew it and she was unable to stop herself. It was either laughing or crying and she sure as hell was not going to cry. She picked herself off the ground without saying another word as she made her way for one of the empty chairs, still stiffling laughs as she put herself in that chair. Even if she did not look at him again. @Deleted User

I didn’t hate the sound of her laugh, it was a little sad and broken but it also held an ounce of madness. My hand covers my face, falling down and feeling the groves of my face, my scar. Standing up, I grab my bag and walk over to where she sat, plopping down next to her “Look at me.” Seeing her ignore me was irritating and made me frown, slowly, a sick smile had nestled itself onto my face. Leaning over, I came close enough to get in her face, grabbing her wrist and squeezing harshly. It was a dangerous grip, I could easily break her small wrist if she wasn’t to my liking. I grab her ear with a toght pinch, pulling and making her look at me. I tug her around a little bit, laughing as I play with her head “You fucking idiot. So you picked a fight and now you’re quiet?” An angry growl tore from my throat as I pulled her face to me. The pinching ended and I let her face go, flicking her forehead roughly back into her seat. Turning away, I didn’t explain to her why I’d come close nor why she wasn’t allowed to leave. If she tried to get up, I’d grab her hand and slam her back down into the seat. I was relatively laid back, but fucking with me was different and she tried it. No one fucked with me. Well, no one happy anyway. @I have Naka to do with it!

She had finally stilled her laughing when she saw him coming from the corner of her eyes. Her feet starting to tap against the floor nervously. What does he want from me now? His hand reaching for her wrist was to quick for her and she was soon stuck in his grasp. "Aaah!" She yelled out as he grabbed her ear and turned her towards him. Her face instantly turning into one of anger as it was the easiest reaction she could manage. "What is your goddamn problem?! I gave you your stupid seat!" She would come to regret these words as he pulled her even closer and growled at her before pushing her back in her seat. She attempted to just get up and put more distance between them, but he roughly put her down in the seat again. The chains around her legs and chest chiming in complaint along with her. "Are you serious?!" She scoffed at him before she just put her arms over each other and turned her head away from him. She pinched herself, trying to keep the shakes away from her. Shit.. shit.. why did I agree to switch classes.. @Deleted User

I purred in amusement, a much more genuine laugh than the odious chuckle from before. But as she became upset, angry with me and turning away, I felt a pang of loss. Weren’t we playing? She seemed tough. Did she not want to play anymore? If she wanted the part, she had to act it. And the slight shivers of her shoulders were alluding to many things. Her tension from being close to me, the stress of having transferred into a new class. I go to speak but pause and sigh “Look. I did ask you nicely, considering you just transferred into this class and picked a fight with me over a routine I’ve been doing for 3 years, I was pretty gentle.” The part that really made me angry was that my seat was always empty. Despite being the last person to class, my seat was untouched. Because, it was after all, my seat. A seat that remained empty since I got here. She obviously came late as well because she was sitting in that seat. This was the one class I never passed, the subjects surrounding math were bad enough but Calculus was awful. It made me want to spoon out my eyes and then claw my brains through my empty sockets. She made my mind confused, panicked. I lived for adrenaline “Look at me.” I bit my lip and leaned in, going close to her ear silently but prepared to be hit. Since her head was turned she wouldn’t see me coming. Near her ear, I huff softly and whisper “Please. I just want to talk.” @I have Naka to do with it!

Of course she came late. It was another mechanism that ensured that nobody talked to her. If she came late nobody cared. If she had come early, everyone would have wondered who the new girl was and wanted to talk to her. She didn’t want that. No, she was fine being ignored. It was why this guy suddenly deciding that she had been in his seat had been more then just a small inconvenience. Perhaps if she just ignored him he would go away. So for a good part she simply did not answer him. “Look at me.” “No, thank you.” She mumbled into her hand as she still stayed turned. It wasn’t till he went near her ear and talked that she jumped a bit and turned. He was close, way to close. She was leaning back as she faced him, her eyebrows knit together in annoyance. “Well.. I don’t want to talk.” She just said. It wasn’t a lie. She was not comfortable with him this close. She could feel her heart rising inside of her chest, she had to try hard to keep her breathing under control and not start to pant in her seat. “So.. just go back to your seat and leave me alone.” She could only pray the teacher would come soon and relief her from needing to talk to him anymore. @Deleted User

((@I have Naka to do with it! It seems your partner for this is no longer in the server. Would you like to archive this RP?))

@💚Slytherin Shay💚 - jump O.o oooh wow. I didnt notice he left. Uhmm yeah. Sure