Fantasy Role-Play

Sweeney:
Sitting by lake, thinking.

 

Melodie: *Grabs her dagger in all regret, walking to the opposite side of the lake cutting her wrist and putting it in the water*

 

Sweeney:
"Oh my dear sweet Melodie..."

 

(what is this? I waltz onto this rp and people are all depressed! )

I spot Melodie, and quickly fly over. "Hey! What're you doing…?!"

 

Melodie: *Cringes* Absolutely nothing. *Smiles*

(Teehee, I'm no where depressed today. :3 and I have a list of fears >.> 45.)

 

Sweeney:
Sighs.

 

"That looks like something." I say, looking at her wrist.

(I'm in the 70's for my list of compulsive stuff. )

 

Melodie: *Starts to sing, tears dripping as she takes her wrist out of the water and lies down* Do the D a n c e, 1 2 3 4 fight, stick to the b e a t...

 

Sweeney:
"MELODIE!"

 

My eyes widen, and I quickly heal her wound. "Please, don't do this to yourself."

 

Melodie: *Closes her eyes, humming lowly and barely speaks* I'm alright love...

 

"No, you're not." I say firmly

 

Melodie: Trust me, I am. Just a bit tired of life right now...

 

"Why?" I ask quietly, looking over at her.

 

Melodie: Everything likes to hit a person at once, you know? Getting pregnant, then being proposed to and then just wanting to scream in frustration over nothing to piss him off. The usual. *Huffs*

 

"Y-you're pregnant?" I ask in surprise, looking at her stomach. "And… think of the baby…" I say, glancing up at the sky.

 

Melodie: ...... *Bursts into tears, covering her eyes*
(Nice job Imani, now she's crying)

 

Myles

-lifting weights, listening to music-

 

(Aren't I awesome with words?)

I blink in shock, awkwardly hugging her. "I-it's okay! Shhhh… calm down…"

 

Melodie: I suck.. *Hits her leg* I believe I havent introduced myself. I'm Melodie Harveed, love. You might you be dear lady?