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[Y/N] worked at a coffee shop, about a quarter mile from Coral Springs University where he went to school. It was a decent deal, and it paid well enough to put [Y/N] through school, so he was able to deal with the awful, entitled customers and the college students who were so sleep-deprived they could barely form coherent sentences, much less put any effort into being polite. It wasn’t all bad, though. Occasionally someone cute would come in and smile and [Y/N], and sometimes they’d call him when he wrote his number on their cup.
Example A: the cute guy who had been coming into the shop for about a week, bundled up in what seemed like a hundred layers, with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. [Y/N] knew the man as Owen Hendrix, because Owen had been in a few of [Y/N]’s classes. Owen was quiet and shy, but everyone knew he had some of the best grades on campus. He was also kind and gentle and overall very sweet; more than one person had seen him stopping to feed stray animals or pick worms up off the sidewalk after a rainstorm.
There were, however, two problems with Owen. Problem Number One: Owen seemed to be entirely unaware of how adorable he was, which was honestly a crime in [Y/N]’s opinion. Any time someone complimented Owen, he would brush it off with a smile and tell the person that he wasn’t “really all that great.” Many chalked it up to low self-esteem, but [Y/N] had seen how dark and sad Owen’s eyes could get when he thought no one was looking and worried that there was something more behind Owen’s inability to accept a compliment. Problem Number Two: [Y/N] had never really talked to Owen beyond casual greetings and taking his order. Of course, it would help if Owen would text [Y/N] – he’d written his number on Owen’s cup the first time Owen had come into the coffee shop, for God’s sake – but that didn’t seem to be happening and [Y/N] didn’t know if there was any other way to talk to Owen that wasn’t either mildly humiliating or extremely awkward.
[Y/N]’s opportunity presented itself just before midterms. Owen came into the shop as usual, his face flushed beneath his scarf because of the cold wind that usually meant snow was coming. However, today, Owen ordered his coffee for in the café, rather than to-go like he normally did, and moved to sit down in a corner booth by the windows, then pulled a folder and a laptop from his bag. There were only two other people in the shop at the moment, and two of the staff were loitering, bored, by the counter. When Owen’s coffee was finished, [Y/N] realized that if he wanted to, he could be the one to bring the mug over to Owen.

(That was painfully short, but oh well. I’m looking for a kind, sweet, patient, and understanding seke who can, despite his positive personality traits, get angry and upset and be generally a three-dimensional character. I would like at least three lines – the longer the better – but as long as your responses are more than one line long, you should be fine. I also require good grammar, spelling, punctuation, and capitalization, which means I will allow absolutely no text talk (i.e. u/ur, thx, ily) unless the characters are texting. If you cannot meet these requirements, I will delete the roleplay. This roleplay will not contain cheating of any kind, involving any characters. I also ask that you please not tag me in every response; I am busy and I have a life outside of Google+, so I will not be able to reply instantly all day long. If I do not respond within 24 hours, then you may tag me. I will give you the same one-day time frame for responses. Comment “Shy” if you have read the entire roleplay and agree to the rules.)

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Jackson Hawk, Celia Crowe, Rachel Arlen, Emmelia May, Collin Glen, and Devin Owens. These were six of the most well-known names at Mountain View High. These were the names that were whispered in the hallways rather than shouted or cheered. Sometimes the tones that accompanied these names were reverent, sometimes they were scornful, and sometimes they were fearful. One way or another, everyone in the school knew these names.
Most, though, only knew their names, labelled them “the emo kids” or “the weirdos” and moved on. No one ever bothered to know them by anything more than their reputation. They were used to this, but it didn’t ever make it easier to deal with.
Devin was known as the womanizer of the group. The way his neat appearance and his slight Irish accent made girls swoon only added to his reputation. No one ever bothered to look beyond his flashy good looks and his charm. No one ever bothered to know that the only relationship he’d ever been in was not only abusive, but he was reluctant to be in it from the start, which only made everything worse. No one ever bothered to learn that he was a foster child who had been abused physically, verbally, sexually, or some combination of the three in each of the many foster homes he’d stayed in, as well as the one he was currently stuck in. No one bothered to realize that he hated any sort of physical contact unless he had explicitly said it was alright, or that he was scared of the dark, or that he couldn’t stand to watch horror movies.
People called Collin a freak. He was quiet, never smiled, never really opened his mouth for any reason at all. No one bothered to find out why. No one bothered to plug his name into a search engine and find the news article from nine years ago: an eight-year-old boy rescued from a basement where his mother had been keeping him, so dehydrated and malnourished that it was a miracle that he was alive, and with a mouth full of blood from his mother cutting out his tongue. While the articles all said that the mother had been arrested, none mentioned the aftermath. No one knew that Collin had been shipped off to live with his uncle, who continued to abuse Collin physically and emotionally, while Collin could only endure it in silence. No one knew that Collin had tried to kill himself five times in the past year.
Collin’s girlfriend, Emmelia, was another so-called freak of nature. She was jumpy, socially awkward, and stuttered so badly that she was barely understandable. Between that and her small stature, she was naturally the first target for bullies and snide remarks from people that passed her on the street. She, too, had tried to kill herself multiple times, and that was actually how she first met Collin – in the hospital after trying to overdose. What the bullies at school and the people who taunted her as she walked to and from school didn’t know was that her parents had died in a house fire when she was five. This resulted in her having to live with her brother, who was only eighteen at the time. He ended up blaming her – first for being the only one to survive the fire and then for existing in the first place. By the time Emmelia was eight, her brother neglected her so badly that she had to teach herself how to fill out the documents to register herself for school because he wouldn’t do it for her.
No one was entirely sure why Rachel would ever hang out with a group of supposed “delinquent good-for-nothings” like she did. Rachel was kind and intelligent; she did well in classes, had no apparent trouble socializing, no behavioural issues, and no one could really say a bad word about her. However, her ex-model mother’s strict and unhealthy ideals and expectations caused Rachel to develop a serious case of anorexia at a disturbingly young age, and her overzealously religious and extremely homophobic father taught her to repress her sexuality to the point that she could barely look at another girl without feeling so guilty she wanted to cry.
Celia, on the other hand, flaunted the fact that she was gay and Rachel admired her greatly for it. Celia had a reputation for punching people in the face and looking flawless as she did. Every guy in the school had asked her out, and then proceeded to make nasty remarks about her out of bitterness when she inevitably rejected them. Her parents were successful business people, so Celia was rich, but they also travelled a lot, which left her alone in her family’s mansion more often than not. On one hand, this meant that she was able to offer her friends a safe place to see whenever they needed it, but on the other, the extended periods of solitude had left Celia with a hatred of silence and severe, untreated OCD that stemmed from her belief that her parents might stay longer next time they came home if the house was just a little neater and if she looked just a little more put together and if her grades were just a little bit better.
And then there was Jackson. He was the typical “bad boy” type – black leather combat boots, spiky piercings, a permanent sneer, and a penchant for beating the hell out of people that pissed him off or hurt his friends – more commonly the latter. Beyond that, he was a mystery to most people. Only his close friends knew that Jackson had been kicked out of the house by his abusive father when he was sixteen for being gay. Only those few people knew that his first and only boyfriend had doubled as his pimp and that Jackson had spent almost ten months being unwillingly whored out to men two or three times his age.
Of course, it would have been different if anyone had bothered to ask. They didn’t make an effort to hide their pain or to keep their struggles a secret. It was just that no one cared enough to look.
[Y/N] was the exception. [Y/N] was new to Mountain View. He had transferred in the middle of the school year; no one knew why because, as usual, no one bothered to ask. For the most part, people ignored [Y/N], which was fine with him. There were a few jackasses, of course, and these were the bullies. They didn’t harass [Y/N] much, though, because they had other targets – bigger fish to fry.
One of the bullies’ favorite people to victimize was Collin. He was an easy target; he couldn’t speak to defend himself from their verbal taunts and his frail build made it difficult for him to ward off their physical attacks. More often than not, Collin would be seen sporting a black eye or a split lip or a variety of multicoloured bruises. Some of them were from home, but a fair portion of them were from school. Eventually, [Y/N] got tired of seeing Collin brutalized and decided to step in. A few days later, [Y/N] got the opportunity to make good on his decision.
Just before lunch the next Thursday, [Y/N] saw three of the star football players corner Collin in an empty classroom. [Y/N] interrupted them before they did any real damage; as expected, the bullies fled the instant they were confronted. [Y/N] walked Collin to the cafeteria and then they parted ways.
The next day at lunch, [Y/N] had just sat down at his table in the corner of the cafeteria, expecting to eat alone as usual, when Jackson, Collin, Rachel, Celia, Emmelia, and Devin all sat down around the table with him.

(Seke needed who is sweet, kind, and protective, but has a personality beyond that, meaning that he can still get angry and mess up. Your character will end up with Jackson if you choose to pursue a romantic route. This is a long-term roleplay. Please keep in mind that a romantic or sexual relationship will not automatically make Jackson “better” and it will not “fix” him. This roleplay will not contain cheating of any kind, involving any characters. I require good grammar (meaning correct punctuation, spelling, and capitalization), as well as a minimum of five lines in response. and absolutely no text talk (thx, ily, u/ur, wtv, etc.). If you cannot meet these requirements, I will delete the ropleplay. I have a fairly hectic schedule, so please do not tag me in every response. I will wait three days for you to respond before I tag you, and I expect the same in return. Also, if I am misrepresenting anything in this roleplay, please let me know so that I can fix it! Comment “Heathens” if you’ve read through all of this.)

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