Okay, so the idea is that there's this girl who's been moved through several foster homes. No one seems to keep her very long because her behavior is...horrible. But then she gets moved into this new home, where there's only one other kid, and that's the foster parents' son, who happens to be her age. Long story short, he's the good influence that makes her change and she ends up falling for him, but he doesn't realize it. This is a dedicated, mature 1x1 containing some incest depending on your own idea of what counts. I want to play the girl.
DO NOT JOIN IF YOU ARE NOT DAILY-DEDICATED! (missed days here and there are okey. But there has to be effort. There is no disappearing)
I will if you'd like. If not, that's totally fine
I'll do this with you if you're up for it.
Name: Siarra Jones.
Age: 15 1/2.
Appearance: Siarra is underweight, to the point she gets asked if she is anorexic, even though she's not. She's really just a small package, standing only at a little over 5' with a small but proportionate femenine figure. Her hair is pretty long, light brown and can range from curly to straight depending on how much work she puts into it that day. She wears a variety of clothing, and she's usually rolling her eyes.
Name: Jasper Camton
Appearance: Jasper has jet black hair with bangs that fall over one of his bright blue eyes, and is lightly tanned from the time he spends outdoors. He has a normal amount of muscle tone and is of about average height for a guy his age, maybe 5'7"-ish. He usually wears black t-shirts, with dark jeans and black boots.
Siarra sat as low in her seat as she could, trying her best not to let a panic attack set in. She hated cars. Absolutely hated them. One car accident that nearly killed her was enough to cause that fear. Normally she tried ot refuse to ride at all, but the home was an hour drive away from the airport. There was no walking that.
Her foster father went on and on about their home and how much she'd like it there. She learned of Jasper, her only sibling in this home.who was 17 and she automatically assumed he was a jerk. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, Siarra darted out of it and into the house. She made a bee-line for the bathroom and slammed the door, locking it.
She vomited and flushed, sitting on the bathroom floor and refusing to come out.
(We can switch out who plays the parents according to convenience, but currently I'll play the dad and you can play the mom)
Mrs. Camton raised a brow and nudged Jasper. She was busy making dinner - one of her elaborate ones that were made specially for guests - and couldn't exactly get to the bathroom with flour and sugar all over her hands.
Jasper shook his head in silent protest, but his mother kicked his shin lightly with a very pointed look. Finally he rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom door, knocking a few times. "Siarra?" that was her name, right? "You okay?"
[Alright, that's fine~ ]
"Go away." Siarra's bitter reply came back. She hated this. She hated new homes. She hated every home, for that matter. She hated siblings, and she hated families in general. Basically Siarra hated the world. Not without reason, but because of all she'd been through. She'd learned early on that the only way to make it through life was to scare everyone away and keep moving.
Jeez, someone sounded delightful today. "I'm not going anywhere till you tell me what's wrong," Jasper muttered with a sigh. Even before she had a chance to answer or do anything, he could tell this might be a while. She seemed like the stubborn type. "Anyway... Do you want me to show you where your room is?"
"I don't want to be here! That's what's wrong!" Siarra strained not to shout. She curled up and closed her eyes. "Just give me directions. I'm not coming out any time soon. You're wasting your time." At least she was honest.
Jasper glared daggers at the door. "Well that wouldn't be very chivalrous of me, now would it?" But when did he ever practice chivalry? He slid down the wall to sit against it, just inches from the door. "I'm staying here till you come out. And I can be just as stubborn as you."
"Fine. I can live a whole week in here. Le'ts see you sit out there without any water for a week." Siarra growled. She was nearly serious. It wouldn't be the first time she kept herself locked up somewhere for days. She knew how long she could last without food, and how long without water. She knew when it was time to give up, and when she could hang on.
"And there's where you're way off," Jasper said with a smirk that could be heard in his voice. "There are other people out here to bring me food and water if I ask them. So I could stay out here for weeks. H.ell, maybe months. Let's see you sit in there all alone without any food or water for a month, hm?"
"I'm in a bathroom I have a sink." Siarra countered. "And I can take a shower if I want." She sighed, resting her forehead on her knees. "What happens when you have to use the bathroom, hmm? I have what I need. But you don't."
"And I'll have the food, but you won't." Jasper sighed, wishing she'd just give up already, but knowing she probably wouldn't. This girl really didn't plan on budging, did she? "Don't worry - I'll make sure it smells fantastic so you can drool over what you don't have."
"Jasper, you have to go to the bathroom sometime. I'm sure your mother wouldn't want you soiling yourself and the carpet. I'm sure your mother woudn't like you stinking up her house from not showering either."
"Of course," Jasper agreed with a shrug she couldn't see. "Which is why you're going to come out here soon, right?" Already he was growing impatient; no way would she stay in there for too long, right?
"I'm. Not. Coming. Out." Siarra said firmly and stubbornly, crossing her arms. What she didn't know what that there was a key to the bathroom door, due to the previous owners of the home having a severely autistic child who could not be let in the bathroom unnattended.
"Dinner's ready!" called Mrs. Camton, and Jasper groaned.
"C'mon, Siarra..." With a sigh, he finally got up and went to the kitchen, fishing around in one of the drawers till he found the right key. Hopefully it was the right one, anyway. "If you don't come out willingly, I'll just drag you out myself."
Siarra tensed. "What are you gonna do? Beak the door down?" She asked, slightly afraid he might, but more focused on being stubborn and staying put.
"Uh, no. I'm not that stupid, thanks." Jasper quickly turned the key in the lock and dropped it into his pocket, and the door easily swung open. "Tada. Now - it's time for dinner."