Soulmates // open

So like, I stole this from @Rvan

Its cute, and angsty, and just yes.
So someone pleaaaaase rp this with me.

(Looks super cute, may I join?)

(Ye)

(Thanks!!)

(Would you be okay with me bein the nerd?)

(Totally! I actually have 2 jocks I've been meaning to use 5ever)

(Okie! Do you want a template or to just jump right in?)

(template, I like knowing what the characters look like)

Name:
Age:
Grade:
Occupation (if any):
Appearance (photos are welcome):
Personality:
Backstory:
Other:

Name: Fiori Miller
Age: 18
Grade: 12
Occupation (if any): Coffee shop
Appearance (photos are welcome): Fi is tall and broad-shouldered, with a well-muscled body and tanned skin. He's ruggedly handsome with strong, severe features and a perpetual scowl. His eyes are a glassy green with golden flecks. His hair is black and cropped close to his head.
Personality: Fi's not big on talking-especially not when it comes to feelings- so a lot of his communication tends to be nonverbal. He hides his emotions behind a wall of anger, but every so often he'll relax and let loose. He actually really likes affection but he thinks showing it is a weakness so he doesn't show it super often. He's really sensitive to being seen as weak/looked down on by his peers so he's always trying to posture for his friends.
Backstory: Basically: Mom left when he was young, dad spiraled into alcoholism. Was constantly punished for showing 'weakness' so the toughened up and tried to run with a crowd his dad would be happy with.
Other:

(Almost dome with mine. Btw he's great)

((May I stalk?))

(aww, thanks!)

(May I also stalk?)

(May I also stalk?)

(Go for it)

Name: Jude Wrighton
Age: Seventeen
Grade: Senior
Occupation: Starbucks barista (baristo?)
Appearance: https://pin.it/fi4grfzkyym6hy
Jude is a bit on the scrawny side though he is somewhat in shape from all the running away he does. He wears oversized shirts and goodies not because he's huding but because they're really comfortable and he has a horrible fashion sense. His haor is always disorganized. It's always floppy and getting in his eyes. Occasionally he'll use a scrunchie or some clips to keep his hair out of his face. He likes to paint his nails every once in a while. Never really anything bold, he prefers neural colors.
Personality: Jude is a nerd. He likes learning in school (mostly, math is the pain in the ass). He likes to hole up in the library for lunch and his off period. Its also tge only place he knows he'll be left alone. The one time anykne tried to bully him there the librarian look like she was going to kill them. Since then, he had been left alone any time he was in the library. He only has a couple friends and the three of them are the goofiest amd weirdest people ever. They're always doing some weird shit together.
Backstory: Jude's life was fine until he got to middle school. Though he was diagnosed with epilepsy. Middle school was when all he'll broke loose. People started bullying him for being a late bloomer. He was always the smallest. He wore glasses. And his fashion choice was awful. Of course ge was bullied. But it came with a horrble side affect. Jude has a major depressive ordee and has psychotic breaks occasionally. It only haplened once at school where he as attacked another student.
Other: He has a disorder called Impulsively Using Sarcasm or IUS for short. He has to take anti-depressant and anti-epilepsy medication

(He looks super good!!)

(How do you want it to start?)

(Maybe they're both staying after school and Fiori notices Jude so he follows him into a bathroom and corners him or something?)

(Sounds good)

(Can you start?)

(Yep)

(thx :)

Jude was actually glad when Mrs. Braxton asked him to stay after school to help her. One, it meant that he would escape the bullies. They all would have left by now which meant he was safe to drive home, assuming they didn't slash his tires again. Second, it was actually fun work he was helping her with. You see, he had a potential science. It was something he was relatively good at and enjoyed. And it was also the only time he didn't mind complicated math problems. But the thing about science that it almost always made sense. Unlike AP statistics which made him want to curl up in a ball and cry, or die, whichever one came first. So Mrs. Braxton had asked him to help her prepare for the lab next week. He had been staying late for the past couple of days helping her do and prepare the experiment so that everything would go smoothly and some idiot wouldn't almost blow up the school again. When five o'clock rolled around, the teacher sent him home. He went to his locker first, to gather his homework and his books. He looked at his hands and realized that he had stained them while working. It was just a dye, so he didn't have to worry about anything harming him, but he had just gotten the last dye off of his hands. He really didn't want to have to walk around for days again with spots of blue on his hands again. He went to the nearest bathroom and started scrubbing his hands.

Fi had been leaning up against Jude's car for the past ten minutes, waiting for him to come out and find the tires slashed so he could do the proprietary beat down and finally leave. It had taken long enough to convince his 'friends'- in big air quotes because they were closer to coworkers he tolerated at an awful job than people he liked being around- to leave that he was surprised Jude hadn't left the school yet. He was a little glad too. It was always worse when four or five people were beating him up instead of just Fiori. There was always blood and soft little pained sounds that made Fiori want to do something instead of hanging back and pretending he wasn't disgusted.

He let out a wistful sigh as he stood up, wandering into the school. He meandered through the halls asking about Jude's whereabouts, finally hitting a lead when he talked to Mrs. Braxton. She was very helpful, especially when he mentioned Jude, and it sent a twinge through his consciousness. She'd probably hate him if she knew what he was about to do to her favorite student. It would be justified.

"Hey, nerd." He slammed open the bathroom door, trying to muster up some kind of anger. It fell flat, he just sounded tired. It didn't matter much anyway, he still crowded into Jude's space until his back was pressed against the sink, the front of his shirt balled in Fiori's fist. He was so small up close. So breakable. "How was school?"

Jude jumped at the sound of the bathroom door banging open. turning to see who walked in made him wish that his school was like the other ones where there were no doors to the bathroom. You just walked in, did your business, then walked out to wash your hands and that was that. He would be safe if the school was like that. However, life just didn't seem to really like him, like at all.

His breath became a little uneven as Fiori got into his space. He hated being backed into a corner. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And in situations like this, he just made everything worse by opening his mouth. "Oh? My day? Well, it was the same as all the rest. You know, wake up, go to school, get harassed at school, pray that I don't have to spend another four hundred dollars on tires because I have to buy them myself and I really don't have that kind of money right now. "What with having to pay bills and helping out with buying groceries and stuff. Shit you wouldn't understand because your daddy pays for everything."

Why didn't Jude just go kill himself while he was at it?

Fiori's grip on Jude's collar tightened at the mention of his not so dear old dad, the way he was shoving Jude against the sink going from uncomfortable to downright painful. He was grateful for the anger, really he was. It made beating up people like Jude so much easier on him because he could pretend it was justified for a few hours.

"Don't you fucking talk about my father." The words were snarled, properly intimidating. "You don't know shit about me, freak. I'll fucking kill you."

Once upon a time the calculated ease with which he threw Jude to the floor, as hard as was possible without giving him a concussion, would've made Fiori sick. Now he relished the violence heavy in the air, drawing a leg back to kick him in the ribs. This was his headrush these days, the one thing that let him feel powerful, and he'd be damned if he let his conscious get in the way of it.

And it was in that moment that Jude realized he should have just kept his mouth quiet. There were a lot of those realizations. Keeping quiet would probably save him from a lot of damage, but he just couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut.

He let out a loud yelp as he was thrown to the ground. There would be no one saving him. Just about everyone had gone home. His head hurt. He wanted to start crying. He trued curling up in a ball. He wanted to scramble away but the kicks made it hard to breathe. He wasn't sure if he had broken anything. All he knew was pain.

Then, something strange happened. Something that distracted him fron the pain. His chest started….glowing? But how could that…. No.it couldn't be. He was officially going to throw himself in front of a bus.

Fiori forced down a shocking noise, taking an involuntary step away from Jude. A look of pure horror spread across his face when he looked down and realized his chest was glowing. Fuck. He couldn't… Jude couldn't be… His dad was going to kill him. How could his soulmate be a man? Or… a boy really, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that his rotting body was going to turn up in a ditch when Dante Miller found out his son was gay.

He could practically see the headline; boy beaten to death with beer bottle, one suspect in custody.

"What the fuck did you do!?"

Jude weezed. He turned his head to the side, coughing, which ended up with him spitting up blood. He tirned his murderous gaze to Fiori.

"What did I do?! Are you seriously fucking asking me that!" Jude attempted to yell but it inly ended in him cough a bit violently. "Yes, I totally did something becahse I defiantly wanted to be soulmates with the boy who beats me up everyday."