꠸ꪀ ꪻꫝꫀ ᥇ꪖᥴᛕ ꪮᠻ ꪑꪗ ꪑ꠸ꪀᦔ. //OxO// Open

"I'm scared
It feels like you don't care
Enlighten me, my dear
Why am I still here?"

It's December in the city of Chicago. Circa 1993, a bombing of a news building creates a fiasco in the city, as well as throughout the world. Many died, Character A ends up saving Character B by pulling him from the rubble of the newly destroyed news building, where they simultaneously worked side by side for three years without even noticing. Both non-white citizens trying to make the news more about racial profiling or dreadful crimes committed against people of color.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decisions you made
But why?"

Character A refuses to leave Character B to ride in the ambulance alone.
He stays with Character B until he wakes up and even then, Character A cannot seem to understand why it hurts him to think of leaving Characters B's side.

"In the back of my mind
You died
And I didn't even cry
No, not a single tear."

This is a roleplay of young men, whose lives were changed while they were trying to make the world more educated on the topic of colored people and their struggles.
They, as men of color who also both turn out to be part of the LGBTQ+ community, have developed a bond far deeper and stronger than the two of them ever dreamed, all because of a psychopath who bombed a news building to stop a story from getting out.

"And
I'm
sick
of
waiting
patiently
for
someone
that
won't
even
arrive."

I prefer to be character B, and here's the character sheet:
Name:
Age:
Ethnicity:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Backstory:
Why he wanted to be a journalist:
Other:

Sure! Just give me a brief realistic fiction sample first, and I'll let you know!
Also the time thing is fine, my activeness is a bit spotty itself :)

You're in! Just fill out a character sheet! Remember this is MxM so you're character has to be a guy, and the age preference is 20-24.

No problem! Get your sheet up whenever!

(I'm going to assume he's asian since I'm going for a rp with diverse ethnicity in characters and asian counts as diverse.)

(I'll get my sheet up whenever I can, I'm at school rn)

Name: Marco Ramirez
Age: 21
Ethnicity: Mexican-American.
Likes: doing his research, drawing and writing.
Dislikes: ignorant people and racist people.
Backstory: Marco's parents were hate crimes and murdered when he was only 5 years old, so he's lived with his abuelita since then. He's still currently living with her. She is a plump, short woman with kind brown eyes and a warm face.
Why he wanted to be a journalist: Marco wanted people of color to get the recognition they deserved, ever since his parents were hate-crimed to death.
Other: Marco has a older half sister who lives in New Mexico.

(mk! I'll get a starter up.)

Marco's face was covered in a dingy grey tinted dust from the explosion of the cement inside the building's walls. He coughed into his fist, equally dust covered and his throat felt as if it were on fire.

He heard a faint groaning coming from his right and he saw a singular leg sticking out of a small hole of the mountain of big debris piled on top of a metal beam.
He used his hands to try to clear away a big chunk of concrete, he lifted with his legs as he had been taught and after a slow process, managed to shove it off the top of the pile. It revealed an only slightly dusty guy who seemed unconscious.

"Hello?" Marco said quietly. "Can you hear me?"
He saw that the man's leg that wasn't sticking out of the debris was stuck under a slab of concrete and he began to work at pushing it off.
"This might hurt a little," Marco said apologetically.

Marco looked around in panic, saw an ambulance a few feet away, with medics getting out of the back.
He ran over, leaving the man alone for a second.
He tugged on the medic's arm. "There's a man, this way." He shouted, over the wailing of the siren.
"Sir," the medic said. "Calm down, I can't understand you."

Marco had problems with his accent his whole life. He took a deep breath and spoke as slowly and as clearly as he could. "A man, trapped under debris, over here." He said and the medic nodded, even though Marco's pronunciation of debris came out sounding like de-bri-es and not de-br-ee.

He led the medic over and the second one followed, Marco helped them lift the man and they got him onto a stretcher. The medic was attempting to speak with him, though he was not answering.
They loaded him into the ambulance and before they could shut the doors Marco jumped in as well.

"Sir," one of the medics said. "When we get to the hospital we will get you a doctor, but your injuries are not that major."

"No," Marco said. "not for me, I don't want him to be alone."
The medic gave a look of surprise.
"Ambulance ride is a lonely one, so I will stay with him." Marco said and smiled at the medic, who registered a sedative to the man, for the pain and Marco sat back, watching a world that seemed so far away.

Marco looked up groggily, he had been there for almost eight hours, after getting a checkup to make sure the explosion gave him no internal damages, he had been sitting in the same chair since.

He looked around. He then looked at the guy and smiled lightly.
"Hi," he said slowly, to give his accent less of a dominance in his speech. "I'm glad you're awake."

"My name is Marco." Marco said, introducing himself, his accent made the M and C very sharp.
"I've been sitting here for eight hours, almost nine, actually." He added gently. "But I'm not complaining, you looked very peaceful while asleep."

Marco gave a small smile.
"Because I wanted to know who you are." He said slowly and lowly. "To see if you were doing okay once you woke up, I saved your life but I didn't even know your name and that hurt me a little, to think I could leave you without ever knowing anything about you."

"Ah," Marco said, grinning. "But that, Quinn—" Quinn came out Cuh-wen.
"The doctor said you'd be here for at least two weeks so that is exactly the problem, do you want me to call your family?" Family came out Fam-e-lee.

Marco nodded once, sternly and stood up, making his way to the phone connected to the wall in the hallway, by the vending machines.

He called the first number and asked for Luna. He told her Quinn had been injuried at work, in a bombing. He told her slowly that he was okay, what his room number in the hospital was and what floor he was on. He then called the next number and asked for Mei-lin. He repeated the same thing he had said to Luna. When he hung up he put the phone back on the cradle and rested his forehead against it for a brief moment before walking back to Quinn's room and sitting in his chair again.

"Are you hungry?" Marco asked Quinn, raising a dark, thick eyebrow.

Marco stood up once again.
He bent down, touching his fingers as far on his legs as they would go and sighed as his back cracked.
"There's a vending machine." Machine was machene. "I can buy you good American snacks."

With that, he left, waking down to the vending machine and pulling his wallet from his pocket. He inserted five dollars, getting Quinn a large cinnamon bun, cheeze-itz, water and a bag of cheddar flavoured chips.
He then inserted another three dollars and bought himself a bag of chips and a bottle of water.
He then took the armful of food back to Quinn's room. He sat the food and bottle of water bought with the five on the foot of Quinn's bed, close enough so he could reach and took the singular bag of chips and water to his chair and sat down, opening the chips and beginning to eat.