Ready!!))

Alrighty. How do you wanna start off?))

a quick summary of the world and maybe a bit on who our characters are and how they became orphans??

orphans because I don't like families in rps they can become very inconsistent and hard to rp))

Alrighty! Do you want to start us off or should I? I’m perfectly fine startin’ us off, but I’d just need a few minutes to think. ))

could you start us off?? I honestly can't start rps since it decides the flow of the whole rp and then I want to change it later once the rp pattern sets in))

Alrighty. Gimme a few minutes to think. ))

kay!!))

you still there??

(Is this any good?))
 

The world was indeed a harsh, unwelcoming place, where prospects for those lacking in societal status and monetary abundance were scarce. My twin and I had been bereft of guardianship since our nascent years, rendering us incapable of relying on the goodwill of others as we roamed the unsympathetic alleys of our city. We had matured all too quickly, appreciating the treacherous nature of trust and the perils of depending on others. We strove tirelessly to nurture the talents and faculties essential to our survival, constantly honing and refining them with meticulous diligence. 

I had always been the more assertive of us two, harboring an enigmatic and authoritative disposition that had an indubitably magnetic effect on those around me. On the contrary, Minx bore a passive  and standoffish persona, often causing her contemporaries to grossly underestimate her true capabilities. Believe me when I say this… people regret judging her later on.

Despite the manifold obstacles that had plagued our existence, we had, against all odds, managed not only to subsist but also to thrive. We had forged a labyrinthine network of alliances and informants who had each facilitated our successes in unvarying manners. But beneath the façade of ruggedness that we donned, Minx and I were both tormented by our individual demons, ones spawned from the traumatic memories that had forever shaped us.

My schizophrenia and PTSD perennially plagued me, serving as agonising reminders of the brutalities that I had endured amidst the unforgiving streets. As for my twin, she grappled with severe anxiety and a growing sense of claustrophobia. However, the two of us had, through thick and thin, always supported and defended each other with unwavering dedication, resulting in a connection that even the throes of death could be deemed powerless to sever.

perfect!! starting from when they are adults or from when they are children on the streets??))

Children. We can do some character development that way and sort of build a closer relationship.))

kay!! my replys will get long but right now I'm getting use to the character so it'll be fairly short replies for a bit))

The light woke me up it was cold though Corax tried to keep me warm he couldn't do much being rather thin. I quickly got up and started to brush myself off, clothing full of dirt from sleeping on the ground, then I set off to the town well to draw water for a quick bath and to drink. on the way I assume he woke up as my ears started to become fuzzy indicating I was just a bit too far for me to hear him. “I should try and get something to eat…” I muttered under my breath pausing to stare at a candy dispenser before quickly running to the well trying to ignore the pitiful looks from the townspeople. I drew the bucket of water before quickly heading back not wanting to worry my twin.

As I awakened from my slumber, I sensed my muscles creak in opposition to my movement. While a part of me yearned to luxuriate in repose for just a while longer, I knew that our journey required our departure with immediate effect. "We should move," I muttered to myself whilst I dusted off the detritus of foliage and soil attached to my garments.

Observing with transfixed admiration, I watched as my sister gallantly proceeded towards the well to fetch some water. Despite the hostile circumstances in which we persistently found ourselves, there existed a subtle elegance in her gait, a composure that left me profoundly entranced. If only I could emulate such poise, yet regretfully, my motion always seemed disjointed and unwieldy. Of course, that was just my personal opinion…

"Minx," I called out, my voice slightly croaky from the clammy air. "We should get moving. We have a long way to go, and I don’t want to get caught out in the open at night."

I nodded quietly and tried to smile he seemed to like it when I did, soon he was helping me tie my hair as I started to wash my face and gather what little we have. it was once again time to set off. our destination was the capital where we have a better chance of finding work, the fact that people are less likely to follow us there is a plus though. “we should find a place to get leftovers soon." I say with a hopefully unwavering voice hoping that he won't notice how little food we actually have, it would last us a couple of days at most. while waiting on an answer I decided to finish gathering the stuff and putting it into the small bag we got from the trash, while a bit torn it worked quite well I don't quite get why people throw stuff like this away when you can just sew it. the silence was now starting to bug me but I didn't want to turn around and see why he was so quiet.

 I don't want to know why he's so quiet.

I acquiesced with a nod of my head as Minx and I readied ourselves to depart. It has perpetually seemed as though we exist in a constant state of movement, drifting unrelentingly amidst the unforgiving currents of life. Even in childhood, our sagacity allowed us to grasp the cruel realities of our circumstances, and we have continuously fought to survive and establish our notoriety in the world.

Perched atop a hill, overlooking the bustling metropolis, the city stands as the culmination of our labors, the epicenter of our aspirations. If we can achieve success there, then surely we are capable of overcoming any obstacle. Despite the numerous obstacles we are certain to encounter, each more formidable than the last, we cannot surrender in our pursuit.

We departed without so much as a word, braving the subtle winds and unrelenting cold that assailed us. Minx and I adhered to the shadows, slipping seamlessly through the chaotic pedestrian traffic like moths that are drawn to a flame. The prospect of sustenance relentlessly assailed our stomachs with greater urgency than ever before. Yet, we persevered, constantly vigilant, with our resolve unwavering against the mercilessness of fate.

"Leftovers..." I muttered under my breath, my voice hushed. "We'll find some, Minx. We always have." Although I knew that my twin was not telling me the truth regarding our provisions, I elected to maintain a stoic façade regardless. We opted not to surrender to our adversities, knowing we would eventually find a way to overcome them, as we have always done.

as we made our way through the shadows stopping every once in awhile I spotted a noble which was quite odd since this was the commoner area. ‘could we steal some money from them? they might have some to spare' I thought while staring at the woman who seemed to be inspecting the area. ‘they must be building something new…but why here?’ as I thought this Corax tugged on me seeming to notice that I paused, though it never showed on his face nor in his voice sometimes I could just tell what he felt from looking at him. like right now he was worried. I wonder if all siblings could do that or if it was a skill acquired from how they lived.

Now looking at the ground, avoiding his gaze, I asked the question. “…could we steal from her…?” I asked in a hushed voice not quite sure if it was ok to ask this but trusting fully that he would give the right answer. I don't know when it started but at some point, I became afraid to look people in the eyes including my brother, which proved inconvenient during times like this when I really need some kind of read on how he was feeling…I would be fine as long as it wasn't disappointment.

I looked up

hopeful

With apprehension gnawing at my gut, I fixated my gaze upon the lady adorned in gilded finery. A potential target for the taking, her status symbolized an opportunity for us to acquire the means necessary for our survival. I pondered the probability of succeeding in our theft, weighing the risk of potentially attracting undue attention or even worse, irrevocably tarnishing our reputations.

"… I don't think so, Minx," I muttered under my breath, fully aware of the potential consequences that stealing from someone of such status could entail. "We don't want to attract the wrong kind of attention… It's better that we find another way." Though my stomach growled in protest, I remained steadfast in my decision to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to ourselves, but I couldn’t help but subtly tense as the hunger pains kicked in.

I nodded slightly hearing my stomach growl I desperately tried to ignore it while we continued on. moving slowly through the shadows I noticed something else in the shadows. moving. ‘how odd’ I thought as I looked again analyzing the object. person? I realized we were being followed by people who look to be merchants of some kind. ‘why are they following us? we don’t have anything valuable nor should they be able to see our ears with the hoods.' I thought as I continued to follow Corax holding his hand I tug at him, whispering  “Someone is following us…they seem to be merchants I don't know what kind." when I finished speaking his expression changed enough for me to be worried as he almost always had a rather emotionless expression. one that I think only I can read.

I pause.

‘what could be so bad that he visibly looks a mix of upset and…scared?' as I think this he tugs my arm violently and starts running. this scared me as he was always overly gentle with me as if I was made of glass… ’ Who are they?' I think as the people start to run as well. chasing us.  we were running like our life depended on it and my hood fell I struggled to put it back up over my ears as we ran. while I was use to the situation something was different this time.

I was terrified and hungry.

My veins engorged with the fervor of adrenaline as my legs projected me forward, whilst the delicate hand of Minx enclosed within my grasp. Although guilt for neglecting her apprehension momentarily stung my consciousness, focus on the present was required. With the merchants fast approaching, prompt action was necessary for both our safety

"Keep running, Minx!" I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. Though my muscles were slowly succumbing to fatigue, I still maintained a marginal pace comparable to my sibling's. Yet, our momentum continued to surge as adrenaline surged through our veins. "We have to lose them!" My eyes scanned our periphery in an anxious state, struggling to find some useful element that may benefit our escape endeavor. Suddenly, a narrow alleyway caught my attention, just wide enough for us to traverse through. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, I guided Minx towards the passage, hoping that our pursuers would be deterred by its lack of accessibility.

I found myself unable to contain a grimace amidst the increasing pain in my abdominal region, involuntarily inclining my head downwards so as not to expose myself to Minx's scrutiny. The sheer strength of my resolve prevented me from clutching my midsection in an effort to alleviate the torment, which I surmise was further compounded by the physical exertion involved in the preceding activity. It appeared that the hunger pains had been sufficiently aggravated by the running. "Ghhk…"

 

I stared wide-eyed for what seemed like an eternity watching every move he took not knowing what to do. my heart pounded as my stomach growled. I tried to catch my breath and calm down before speaking, “…we should eat something before we continue…” I decided to not bring up what just happened, instead, I opened my bag and handed him the food that was meant for that afternoon thinking we should eat now instead of later. As I do his condition seemed to get worse. I helped him sit and started to help him eat hoping that he would feel better once he ate. I gave him my portion aswell…I could wait another day to eat…I can do what he does for me.

As the rush of adrenaline gradually dissipated from my corporeal form, I surrendered myself to the unrelenting floor, which was undoubtedly unyielding. I respired in a labored, manner, my hunger pangs morphing into a dull, persistent throb, and I was indebted to Minx for reminding me of the inadequacy of our provisions. I showed my gratitude towards her for not questioning my abrupt anguish or belittling it, her kind and considerate nature always acted in opposition to mine. Her hand gracing my shoulder, I met her gaze and expressed my thanks, my expression solemn, "… Don’t know what I’d do without you…" An arm was wrapped around my midsection. My sides were burning from the run.

We lingered in tranquil quietude for a few fleeting moments, enclosed in a cramped nook. The cacophony of turmoil and bedlam reverberating distantly. "… Are you ready to continue…?" I inquired after a beat, my speech barely above a murmur. I never shouted too often nor did I raise my voice. My tone being subdued like that was characteristic.

I struggled to assess the situation as he asked me this I contemplated the pros and cons of leaving. I quickly decided that it would be best if we stayed in the alley for the night. while rather cramped, it was small and out of the way making it hard for anyone to find them. “…we should stay here for the night…I'm going to search for food, stay here and rest, ok?” as I spoke I started to talk away not giving him the chance to respond and quickly disappearing into the shadows.

as I roamed the streets looking through alleyway restaurants and stores searching for anything of use. only finding a small box of fruit that would give us an extra 3 days and a couple of small knives for protection since our old ones had become dull. soon night fell and I headed back to the alleyway I left Corax at to see him peacefully sleeping. 'He only ever looked this calm when asleep...' I thought as I packed the stuff I found into our respective bags and cuddled up to him drifting into a peaceful slumber.

As I slipped into unconsciousness, the suppressive mechanisms which I had meticulously developed over time valiantly battled to keep the demons of my past at bay. Initially, I was able to preserve my composure within the cozy embrace of slumber, my thoughts playing out illusions that provided momentary solace.

However, my grasp on reality was tenuous, and in no time, the shattered fragments of my history began to seep into my dreams, melding with them seamlessly. With each passing moment, my suppressed traumas flared up, and scenes of unbridled agony began to gain dominance. Consequently, the seeds of panic were planted within me, and the invisible chains of my trauma coiled tighter and tighter. 

These internal struggles resulted in a violent disruption as I jolted upright, gasping for air. My eyes frantically scanned my surroundings, and my heart pounded with the ferocity of a beast as the shadows crept toward me. My heart racing, my breathing erratic and edgy, the phantasms of my past reluctantly retreated into their dark crevices. "Oh… oh…"

"Minx..." I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper, my hand reflexively reaching towards my ear-frame as though attempting to fend off an invisible adversary. "… Where are you…? Are you here…?"

I quickly jerked awake surprised by the sudden movement I look to him only to hear panic in his voice while he calls out for me. I quickly grab his hands in my own and shuffled in front of him to try and calm him letting my voice lead him. “…hey? Could you tell me what you see?” I say with as calm a voice as I can muster. while these happen often they never fail to scare me. I continue instructing him to explain what he sees and to breathe among other things hoping to try and decrease his stress and panic. once he was able to look at me without shaking I hugged him putting as little pressure on him as possible as to not scare him.

as I did he hugged back shaking ever so slightly. we sat in silence for the rest of the night. just being comforted by the other's presence.

I tried ;-; I don't have the energy to read a paper on neither schizophrenia nor ptsd at the moment but I'll do it sometime soon. also, how do you like the rp so far?))

Like,

love it,

want more of it. ))

thats good 

I was worried I was getting too excited and fast passed with my replies…))

Nah, you’re good. I never really care about punctuation. I just want decent spelling-.))

I think I've been doing good on that front!))

You’ve been doin’ amazing. 💀👍))

yay!

anyways, any critiques on the rp before we continue? I'm not the best rper so I often survey the people I like rping with to see why I enjoy the rp so much so I can do more of the same kind of rps))

First of all, I love basically everything about the roleplay.))

The plot line,))

the characters,))

the ✨d R a M a✨.))

The fact that you are a decently-active roleplayer also makes me happy because I’m not waiting a week for a reply.))

No shade to those who have a job and stuff like that and can’t be on all of the time, though-.))

the ✨DRAMA✨ is amazing!! the tension honestly gives me goosebumps sometimes

also yeah I'm online from about 5 pm to about 1 am waiting for my rps to continue so I'm online almost all day.so when I have to wait a long time for replies it bothers me also…))

but besides the positives anything negative? like too much happening too quickly or something? I've gotten that one a lot before.))

Nothing negative so far. ))

Surprisingly enough, ))

I’m keepin’ well-paced with the roleplay.))

Well, ))

I think so.))

No complaints here.))

yay!!

this is probably one of the best rps I've ever done on this site!! and the first with this account too!!))

YIPPEE!))

😄

could we just talk for awhile? I'm not tired enough to leave and go to sleep but not awake enough to type another paragraph for the rp.))

I understand. ))

Yeah, sure. ))

We can talk. ))

I copied and pasted my RP reply into my notes so I can send it tomorrow and you can reply when you’re able. :) ))

thanks and sorry))

You’re fine. I completely understand. ))

My wrist cramped anyways because of my rushed typing. 💀👍))

oof-

I hate when that happens cause then I have to twist it in weird ways to make it stop hurting))

Top 30 worst feelings: ))

lol

well how has your day been??))

Nothing much happened today, actually.))

Got a little wet while guarding the hose from my brother’s younger friends because they fight over it like there’s no tomorrow. 💀👍 ))

Practiced some ROBLOX piano.))

Played ROBLOX-))

Vibed with my bestie-))

Did a separate roleplay before my RP partner had to leave-))

that sounds nice

how did the rp go?))

She didn’t understand the words I used. 🥲 :’) ))

I did my best to tone it down,))

but the roleplay was just awkward.))

What I mean by "awkward" is, y'know, it was quiet, uneventful-. ))

damn-

That sucks. The only thing worse than a bad rp is a boring one.

I figured this out because there's this one friend of mine whos super nice and I love rping with but the problem is that they only to one liner rps and it gets repetitive very quickly…they try to do paragraphs but they cant move the plot along like how I like and it makes me feel bad cause I've restarted rps with so many times now ;-;))

😭 I understand your pain. This was the first time I’d actually roleplayed with her, and she is a one-liner, too. I was expecting a little more because she wanted an experienced roleplay. ))

I’M NOT SAYING ONE-LINERS AREN’T EXPERIENCED-))

I-))