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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀gen info ; rhys / any char i’m obsessed w atm .. | 18+ | bst | somewhat active .. but i’m working on it !

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i write a lot. seriously. a lot. and i’d prefer to work with someone who would match that and not write the bare minimum in return. besides, i <3 detail when i get to use it.

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀i use 3rd person & 2nd person when writing. especially when pronouns clash, as it makes it so much easier to differentiate who’s who. 1st person makes me cringe, and i cannot stand it, sorry. especially after some of the things i’ve read.. no. nor can i do strictly 2nd person, it’s just wrong. so very wrong.

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀when roleplaying, i tend to stick to “” for speech, and italic thoughts as it makes it far easier to tell apart. though ‘ ‘ works. // || whatever else for ooc, as usual.

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀example writing !

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀;; rhys / from a past roleplay a the t!rhys hc me and my friend settled on ! (one of my fav hc im sorry)

The usual *ever charming* smirk graced Rhys’s lips. What do you expect? Sober or off his face he’s still *pretty fucking* charming. No wonder people wanted him in power. Well, that and his ‘way with words’ as people said.

He idly played with the glass in his hands, which was paired with the occasional clink of ice the bartender insisted he had in his drink. *Maybe he was nervous about something? Probably.* A lot more hidden under the belt than he was willing to it. Even *in* his book he withheld quite a bit. Then again, Lockwood *knew* so.. That man had to ‘drop out’ somehow and never be seen on planet earth ever again—. *Anyways.* Rhys was only human, wasn’t he?

“I would say *not* having gouged your eye out is.. Definitely an improvement.” He returned with a laugh. *Not overbearing.* Just his usual controlled laugh — or as controlled as it could’ve gotten while he was drunk. “I could *never* be a professor. I think I’d end up quitting on the spot or.. End up throwing something or someone.” *What a man.* In fairness, while he may be able to argue points — he would not be able to do that against teenagers who go straight for the jugular.

He awkwardly shifted in his seat. *’Definitely hasn’t noticed anything, we’re fine.’* He’s insecure about *something*, but what? It wasn’t clear. “According to Kate he was on the cusps of losing his job. Surprised he’s so jolly.” He nodded in his direction where he just seemed to be chatting up anyone who *wasn’t* Kate. *What a boyfriend that man is.* “Because I would be losing my shit, knowing I don’t have a backup plan. Did all that work, just to end up back where you started — mummy and daddy’s never ending vault of dosh.” He shrugged as he brought the glass to his lips and drank the remaining liquid in it. *There was a good amount left in there so that’s fucking stupid, Rhys.* It wasn’t helping here. It just made him more worried something was off about himself — even if there wasn’t visually.

Before he could really say much back, a server came over and took the glass. Which he then requested another before they disappeared again. *Yeah, it was lazy but it was an offer to save him getting up. Which isn’t bad.*

“Ah, me.” He mumbled as he wiped his upper lip with his forefinger and thumb. “It’s been.. *Yeah* great.” *Why is he so awkward talking about himself?* And *why **now?!*** “Aside from.. Well every segment of my life over the past month being reported on to *hell and back* it’s been.. Slow.” *What a descriptive man you are, Montrose.* “Gave up trying to get my ex-wife back anyway, as obviously it wasn’t going anywhere and she was clearly fed up with me trying to explain myself.”

*Oh yes, he begged for her to stand at his side until he was finally given the title.* He had.. Apparently no shame in itting that to the American sat to his side. But then again, he’s drunk and not exactly thinking like he should’ve been. So *anything* could slip past that man’s lips and he wouldn’t have even realised until it hit him in the face.

The server soon returned and he handed the glass to him before they disappeared again. The now full glass returned to being held at his thigh as that seemed to be the most comfortable.

“But. I got here without her, so that says a lot.” He shrugged again, though this time adjusted his polo a little. Mainly around the chest area. *He had nothing to hide.. So what the fuck was he doing?*

*’Being paranoid. He doesn’t fucking know.’ He thought to himself as he took a sip from the new glass. ‘It’s not even obvious.’ He scoffed to himself.*

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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀;; jamie ! wrote this on a whim. it’s been a second since i’ve used him in a s4 setting as opposed to echo beach

Every word that met Jamie’s ears barely ed, their eyes fluttered closed then snapped open every few seconds. God, could this cover lesson be any more tiring? Why wasn’t the professor actually *here*? And why on earth was there something staring at them in the corner of their eyes—?

And that suddenly sight snapped him awake. The feeling wasn’t pleasant, and it felt even worse knowing it was just the exhaustion from the past few nights creeping up his spine and trying to rip him apart. Though with his sudden jerk, it caused this week’s book *’The tell tale heart’* to suddenly fall to the polished wooden floor bellow. And now he had the entire classes eyes on him, great.

It was a hell of a wake up call.

But not a word came from them as they took a slow breath, then swallowed any semblance of fear that still clung to their flesh, before they pushed their chair back. With some room to work with, they reached under the desk and quickly retrieved the book with a minimal amount of ‘looking like a twat’. Once they’d sat themselves back down, the supply spoke.

“Do you have anything to add to this conversation, Jamie?” Those words were by far the most ive aggressive things he’d ever heard in the past few months. *Who hires these people? A psychopath with a hatred for small errors?* Yet their silence remained as they shook their head. *No need to add anything, not that they ever wanted to.*

A soft tut soon resounded and all eyes were off him again as someone else was picked on for answers, *and it should’ve stayed that way.* Feeling like a wounded puppy surrounded by bystanders who were doing nothing was not a pleasant feeling at all. And some part of them just wanted to pack up their bag and leave, but in hindsight it wouldn’t do anything. It would only draw unwanted attention, and in all honesty, they just wanted to curl into themselves and not move an inch.

With talking now filling the previously *deathly silent* classroom, Jamie finally took a breath. *Jesus*, this heart was beating far too fast for a simple slip up. It was the furthest thing from pleasant, but it woke him up more. Apparently. His hand gently rested on his hoodie — over his heart as he lightly pressed down and took a handful of quiet, slow and deep breaths. What next? *Student has heart attack after being called upon for dropping a book*? That wouldn’t look good on this institution, not at all. But that was really where this felt like it was going.

However that odd thought soon decimated as their heart rate finally calmed down, which was a relief. That hand then moved up and gently rubbed their over their Adam’s apple, while their palm rested against their sternum and fingers pressed against the side of their neck. It was an odd move they did to comfort themselves, but whatever worked. ‘Maybe I could hide out in the library at lunch..’ They pondered as he continued his comforting rubs, changing the direction their thoughts were already trying to run in. ‘Get a nap in there for the hour, get my next class done with then go to work. It’s convenient, and I doubt being half asleep would help me anymore today.’ Their thoughts continued as they soon stopped rubbing and returned their hand to rest on their lap.

After some mulling, he finally settled on his plan for later. In the meantime, his eyes danced along the classroom again. His grey eyes never settled on any one thing as it was more him keeping occupied for the time being. Which was working, apparently, as with every he noticed smaller details he never would’ve noticed before. Like how the desk was missing a small chunk on the right side facing them, or how one of the students sat across from them didn’t even have their pen touching paper — it was just *barely* hovering and rocking to simulate writing. Or even how one of the girls to his left didn’t properly blend her makeup in — yes, it was that obvious.

It made the people around them seem more human than they ever acted.