What,Are You In Love With Me Or Somethin'? //OXO//OPEN!

Character: Evelyn Rose Dimon (You decide)
Template: character is on here, if you have one for your character please send it over!
Time period: Modern, possibly Magic
PROMPT: Person A: “Please don’t tell me you threw someone out the window again.”
Person B: “Ok.”
Person A: “…..Oh god you totally threw someone out the window again didn’t you?”
Person B: “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
Person A: “….”
Person B: “….”
Person A: “….”
Person B: “…..but if I did”
Person A: “Oh My Fucking God.”
(I am person B)

No oh my gods Write, I wanna do this. TOTALLY fine if we do it.

Well you said that you had the perfect character, let me see them.

Yeah totally fine

hey, cause i know ill forget prolly, just do a poke in the morning or whenever so i remember to read the characters?

(Ayee! This is from my prompts! :) )

(THANK YOU SO MUCH!)

(I like Min-Hyuk. Like okay when she was in 9th grade you saw this annoying cringe child and by bad memes and music refrences you two somehow became bestfriends and now she's a lost 11th grader and your in 12th and have to play a second role of her brother whose give up on her and is to busy being gay anyways, and make sure she doesn't set a house on fire everytime she goes to a party with any type of alcohol and basically your this idiots self control and it's FABULOUS)

Oh wait shit i read it wrong, no Evelyn most definitely would chuck someone out a window because she could. I need more sleep but no I'm an insomniac and so ye. I was thinking like she's like "FIRE!" And your like 'Evelyn not AGAIN!" And like you try to stop her, sometimes you do. Sometimes you don't. A lot of the time you end up liking her idea and decide to help.

Hmmm…dunno. So window…OH! She's telling a story and you jump to conclusions and are dissapointed yet strangely proud cause of this idiot who worked her way. Also. She calls you Minny and only she calls you Minny and you hate it but whatever you can't stop her. You call her Rosey as revenge

Hucky

Hmmm…I'll roll with Min-Min then since thats on his sheet. Maybe she makes fun of him for it, pissing him off cause she's an ass.

Anyways. Want me to start?

Alright))

Evelyn was walking through the halls. Band shirt, ripped jeans, converse, and jacket, earbud in one ear. You two had 3rd period gym together, which is where she was headed now. "OH! I LOVE THIS SONG!" She rammed the earbud in her ear and went dancing down the hall, past you, lost in her own little world as she spun around a few times. She lived her life in a musical frenzy of insanity and depression. She never talked about her past.

She turned around and saw you, and took out her earbud, walking by you, nudging you. A sign to listen and talk with her. "Sup Min Min!" She said, cheerful as always. She always had a cheerful facade, her true emotions hidden with a smile and lights in her eyes. You had experienced her mental breakdowns before, and even helped her through most of them. You notice she had redyed her pixie cut, so now it was pink and orange, and red at the roots. Sunset/sunrise dye. There was streaks of purple going throughout it.

"MIN! Cmon!" She tugged at his hand glaring. A lot of people assumed they were dating, or shipped them together which she just didn't get. "I mean, I could call you Minny like I did in 9th grade! Ya know, before you punched me in the gut and left me crying for a while." Evelyn could forgive anyone,almost. She could yes hold grudges, but after a lot of hugs and I'm sorries and a talking too from you, you had been lifted of the month of silent treatment that had followed afterwards. She angrily ran down the hall, running a hand through her hair. "Ya didn't even notice the new 'do! Asshole."

"Quit being such a crab cake." She said, poking you in the side. Suddenly her phone rang out with. 'Because I don't like it.' She had gotten a phone translator. She listened to the message in her ears. "And whaddya mean you don't like it?!?!? Well I think it looks bad ass and your just a jerk." She was always very sensitive about her hair. She adored it and prided herself on it. And then you saw something in her eyes for a moment, a brief sign of brokenness. She was secretly super sensitive. But then the cheery side returned to her eyes once more and she was back to normal. "Maybe my hair doesn't like you." She sassed.