They were together for a year and then, one day, he disappeared. She woke up and he was gone. No note. No text. No explanation. No goodbye.
The police searched for him, but at the end of the day they dismissed his case as that of just another missing teenager. And life moved on. She learnt to cope without him, only just, but still. She was starting to get over the loss when he returned, out of the blue. He wouldn't say where he had been for the past year. His family were over the moon, but she was confused. He was different, changed by his experience. He couldn't remember who she was. She knew she still loved him, but could she still trust him?
I'm open to playing either character.
(I could do this. I'd like to play the girl, please.)
((Okey dokey, I'll post my skellie probably first thing tomorrow. It's about midnight where I am and I have an exam tomorrow so sleep's probably a good idea right now...))
Name: Cody Griffin
Appearance: Cody is tall and skinny, with a layer of hard muscle covering his limbs. Since returning, he has several scars which he won't say where he got. His hair is dark brown and in slight need of a cut and hangs loosely, falling in front of his eyes. His eyes are a pale blue and look pretty innocent. Cody dresses like your average teenage boy in jeans and hoodies.
Personality: Cody used to be a but of a troublemaker. He would never deliberately hurt anyone however and was liked by most of his classmates and teachers. He always had a smile or a joke to fill any situation and never took anything seriously. He worked hard at school and got relatively good grades. Since coming back his grades are slipping, but everyone puts that down to having missed a year of school.
Name: Meg Ravn Joyce
Appearance: Meg has straight honey blonde hair that makes it to the bottom of her ribcage and leaves bangs in front of her fair face. Her bangs and her hair from her chin down are dyed hot pink. Freckles are dashed across the bridge of her nose. White, square glasses cover her innocent blue eyes. Her lips are thick and blood red. She’s average weight for her height of 5’0”. Her tiny frame has small, subtle curves. She likes to follow the fashion curve and usually has the latest look before it’s hot.
Personality: Meg is irresistibly adorable. She has a good heart and a child-like outlook on the world.
((She's brilliant (: I think we're ready to start.))
Cody sat on a swing at the very bottom of his his garden, out of sight of the house. Ever since he returned his parents had been smothering, refusing to let him out of their sight. He'd managed to get them to let him go outside but only for a little while. Apparently there was a girl called Meg coming round, but he wasn't sure who she was.
"Cody!" Meg rushed to his side. "It's true, then! You really are back! Are you okay?" She sat beside him on the swing and stared at the new scars. "What happened to you?"
Cody frowned, looking the girl up and down. He tried to place her, but he couldn't. She seemed to know him though. "Um... have we met before?" he asked, confused.
Meg gasped and leaned back in surprise. "Yes. Don't you remember me?" Her eyelashes fluttered, forbidding tears from pooling. Her teeth gripped her lower lip as she took a deep breath in and her eyes searched his light blue ones.
Could he be serious? He seemed like he'd been through a lot, but to have forgotten her entirely seemed unlikely.
"Were you in my class or something?" Cody looked at her straight on, trying to place her face. He was sure he'd be able to remember someone so sweet. "Are you the Meg my mum said was visiting?"
"yeah, something like that," she turned away so he couldn't see the small tears that had forced their way through. She didn't know whether or not to tell him everything right now. Something was clearly wrong. He probably couldn't handle the truth if she told him right now.
She ignored her aching chest and knotting stomach. "I heard that you came back, I just wanted to see for myself."
He had come back, so it seemed, but he hadn't come back him. He still looked like Cody, albeit with a few small scars, but he--wasn't. Not the Cody that she'd known before he suddenly disappeared on her.
"Hey, are you alright?" Cody asked, shuffling along the swing so he could put a hand on her shoulder. After a second he took it off again, not sure whether she wanted him to do that. "I, um, didn't realise I meant so much to you."
For a moment, his hand lingered on her shoulder and she almost felt like everything was going to be all right. And then it moved.
She dabbed at her eyes with her shirt sleeve and stood. "Yeah, we were just--close. I--Well, I've never had anyone just entirely forget who I am. She tried to smile.
She dug her tennis shoe's nose into the ground. "So, you probably want me to go now. Long conversations without a direct point were always a little bit of a pet peeve, even if you did deny it."
She turned, but her feet didn't move.
"Hey, er, come sit back down," Cody said quickly, suprised at how well this girl seemed to know him. "We can give this conversation a point."
He nervously ran a hand through his hair, brushing it off his face. "Are you sure that I should definitely know who you are? What kind of relationship did we have before I... left?"
She toyed with answering his question. What kind of relationship did they have? Well, she'd thought it was serious. It had been a year that they were together: 11 months and 12 days.
"Where did you go?" she asked directly, though she hadn't been planning to. If he'd cared, he wouldn't have left her. He wouldn't have taken off without so much as a goodbye and left her alone for a year, always wondering if he'd call, always hoping that the doorbell meant that he'd come back.
Cody immediatly shut off. He refused to tell anyone where he'd been or what he'd done for the last year. Although Meg wasn't to know that. "I've been around," he said quietly. "Lots of different places."
"With lots of different people?"
She sighed. He wouldn't even tell her the truth?
"What kind of relationship did we have?" she brought her attention back to what he'd asked her. "We--No, I loved you. I thought you loved me too, Cody, but I guess I was wrong. How could you love me if you'd be willing to just take off and not tell me where you were going? Even now, you can't just be honest with me. So, to answer your question, we had a one-sided relationship." She didn't bother to hide her tears this time. "You know what, I really have to go. Goodbye."
Cody saw her tears and almost wanted to cry himself. "I'm so sorry Meg. I want to remember you, I swear I do." He punched the swing frame, angry that his mind wasn't obeying him. "I can't tell you where I've been or who with, or anything, alright? I would if I could, but I can't. Please don't ask me why."
He got up, running a hand through his hair. "Please stay. It feels better when I'm with someone who isn't my parents."
"Really? How does it feel better to be around someone that you can't even talk to? If you 'can't' tell me what you've been doing for the past year, than what do you want to do? Make small talk? Well, the whether is nice and no, I didn't see last night's game. There."
She felt a little guilty for being mad. But this wasnt' her fault. He couldn't just stroll back into town and do this to her. She had finally learned to live without him.
Cody leaned forward, his head in his hands. He was glad she was angry with him. It certainly beat his parents' endless pity and worried looks. He wanted her to yell at him. He knew he deserved it.
"Can't you tell me about yourself or something?" he asked, struggling to remain calm. He took a couple of deep breaths and sat up, ready to listen to her.