Crisis RPG IM Example

pete skeets: i'm bryce

pete skeets: patrick person is morgan

mediocre m0rgan (9:47:34 PM): *waiting for you to get back from your last class or track or whatever it is that you're at at the end of the day, he gets bored just sitting on his bed and sits down at the desk, looking through the mail and all that. seeing a letter addressed to you and suprised when it isn't your parents or even a name he recognizes, he can't help but be a little curious and start to read it, getting all =o as he does.*

bryce shettel (9:50:03 PM): *Walking home from track, he shakes off in disgust of being sweaty and breathing hard. God he had turned into a girl. Walking to the cabin, he opens the door and runs in, tackling you down on the bed and pinning you by your wrists; leaning down and kissing right under them.* hey someone in track missed you.

mediocre m0rgan (9:54:15 PM): yeah. *looking a little annoyed, he frees his wrists from your hands and sits up, moving away from you a bit and fixing his hair, clearing his throat* i think i might have to talk to you about something.

bryce shettel (9:55:17 PM): *frowning, he climbs off of you and sits on the bed, raising an eyebrow and running his fingers through his hair.* uh, ok. what's up morgan? is everything alright?

mediocre m0rgan (9:57:37 PM): i don't know, why don't you tell me. *leaning over and picking the letter he had read up off the desk, he tosses it at you and crawls back away from you, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, looking away from you to the other side of the room*

bryce shettel (9:58:34 PM): *Raising an eyebrow, he takes the letter and lets his eyes skim over it. Rolling his eyes, he crumples it up, tossing it into the trash.* Morgan it's an exgirlfriend chasing old dreams. It even says we're not together anymore in there. Come on. I want nothing to do with her, I love you.

mediocre m0rgan (10:03:14 PM): uh huh. this letter sounds like it was in reply to another one, so have you been writing to her? she sure sounded enthusiastic about some stuff you must have said to her, whatever the hell it was. i don't even want to know. *huffing, he shakes his head and still looks away from you.*

bryce shettel (10:05:19 PM): I haven't written to her, my parents probably told her I was here. Besides it's not like I haven't come to this place every summer since I was like, 7. *Rolling his eyes, he gets up and walks into the bathroom, taking off his shirt and spongebathing himself before walking back in and slipping on new clothes.* We talked about getting back together before I left but we decided not to, so I don't know what she is saying.

mediocre m0rgan (10:13:00 PM): this doesn't make it sound like you decided not to, she makes it sound like you were still talking about it. and i still think it sounds like she was responding to something you sent her. so just tell me the fucking truth, what have you been talking about with her. *picking his nails and glancing out you from the corner of his eyes, he looks all smug and refuses to give in on this argument.*

bryce shettel (10:16:29 PM): ok, and shes a girl. what do girls do? they use you, they suck your blood dry. that's what she did to me, and we broke up, a while ago, and we talked about getting back together over the summer, but i realized i don't want to be with someone who cheats. i haven't spoken to her since a few months before i came here so fucking christ morgan will you drop it? *Glaring over at you, he huffs as he rolls his eyes.*

mediocre m0rgan (10:21:25 PM): i'd drop it if i believed you. you sound like you're just saying exactly what you think i want to hear so you'll get me to leave you alone about it. you're lying, i can tell. you didn't even read that letter, did you? it wasn't just based on nothing.

bryce shettel (10:22:18 PM): I READ IT. jesus christ you are being so dense! I'm telling you everything, the truth, you aren't listening. What is it going to take to prove that to you? *Huffing, he walks over to his desk, scribbling some stuff down on paper.* get me that address. i forgot it.

mediocre m0rgan (10:25:38 PM): i am listening just fine, it just doesn't sound like the truth to me. oh, what address? that whore's? here. *grabbing the envelope out of the trash can and tossing it to you on the desk, he exaggerates a sigh and leans back on the wall again, looking away from you as much as he can*

bryce shettel (10:29:45 PM): *Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head* then you really don't know me. what am i going to do, go for some relationship through letters with some hoochie over having something with you, and here? yeah. ok. *Finishing the letter, he walks over to you, taking a seat next to you on the bed. Grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, he holds his polaroid up, snapping the picture before pulling away and wiping his lips. Sliding the picture in the envelope, he reads the letter he wrote.* Dear (her name here). Hi, A lot has happened at camp. I am not as stupid and naive anymore and I don't want to hear from you again, though I thought I made that clear a month or two ago. Have I mentioned I've lost my virginty to a boy named Morgan? Enclosed is a picture. As for you asking, yes I have been busy. Classes and sucking my boyfriend off with my tongue ring sure does consume time! Well, I'd better be going. Please don't write back. Bryce. PS- this isn't a product of bitterness, this is just being happier than anyone could be. *Giving you the letter so you can see he actually did write it, he takes it back when you're done.* Are you coming with me to mail it?

mediocre m0rgan (10:38:01 PM): *reading the letter and shaking his head, he folds it up and hands it back to you, sighing* yeah. whatever. don't mail that, it's too sarcastic. just forget it, okay? forget i said anything. i'm sorry i brought it up.

bryce shettel (10:39:27 PM): i want it mailed. *licking the envelope, he grabs a stamp and smacks it on, rolling his eyes.* Its too sarcastic. Nothing is good enough is it? and no, I can't forget something liek this, sorry. *Grabbing your hand, he rouhgly tugs on your arm, going outside to the mailbox and putting the letter in before turning away from you, his eyes only locking with yours for a second before stomping back to the cabin.*

mediocre m0rgan (10:43:29 PM): *tugging his arm away from you, he turns back and quickly heads to the cabin the second you mail the letter, jumping down onto his bed* nothing is good enough, what would even make you say that. And why can't you forget it? Why the hell are you the one mad at me?

bryce shettel (10:44:56 PM): "It's too sarcastic." That's my tone, Morgan. That's how kids know me. They're not going to open the letter and be like "Hahaha that kidder! Oh Bryce he's so funny." They're going to be like "haha dude that faggot." But you know what? I don't care. I'm the one with the gorgeous kind of boyfriend, even if we're fighting right now. And I'm mad and cant forget it because it hurts you don't trust me.

mediocre m0rgan (10:53:45 PM): you always throw that trust shit on me, i never said anything about not trusting you. i would believe you just fine if i thought you were telling the truth. but you know, whatever. you go ahead and stay mad at me about this. we'll see how that goes. and i don't know when i became your boyfriend, but you can go ahead and keep saying that too.

bryce shettel (10:56:32 PM): you AREN"T trusting me, because you are saying I am not telling you the truth when i am. i have not spoken to her in months ago and when I did, MONTHS AGO, it was breaking off everything. The relationship was broken off, but also the possibility of reconciliation AND friendship, ok? I love how you're trusting some girl you never met over me. *Shaking his head, he walks over to his bed, laying down on it. Looking over at you, he frowns, his face turning from aggravated to just hurt before rolling over away from you and putting the pillow over his head.*

mediocre m0rgan (11:02:39 PM): *looking back at you, he shakes his head and closes his eyes with a sigh* it just doesn't sound right. you guys broke off all ties months ago but i can still come home and see that nice little letter laying right on the desk. it made me real nervous to see such a friendly letter addressed to you from someone i didn't even know existed.

bryce shettel (11:03:37 PM): SHE IS A GIRL, MORGAN. SHE'S FUCKING INSANE MY GOD. I DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE TO PROVE IT TO YOU. *Pulling the pillow over his head, he speaks in a muffled, shakey voice, but clearly audible.* I'm not your boyfriend anyway so what does it fucking matter to you.

mediocre m0rgan (11:08:37 PM): *shaking his head and rolling his eyes when you say that, he covers his face with his hands* and what would you like me to say to that, huh? do you want me to get on a huge guilt trip and come over to your bed to apologize and all that? i think that must be it because i don't even know why else you would say that.

bryce shettel (11:10:02 PM): i don't want a guilt trip. it's what you said to me. you're not my boyfriend, and i'm not yours, so what do you care if i get a letter from someone, huh? i think you should rethink your concept on love, too. because love is based on trust, and apparently you have none of that for me, so maybe you should take back telling me you loved me. i don't want to hear it unless you mean it. *pulling the blanket over the pillow over his head, he closes his eyes.*

mediocre m0rgan (11:14:07 PM): if i started calling you my boyfriend right now it wouldn't make a difference. i'd still feel the same way about you as i did before i sait it, and i'm guessing its the same with you. that letter was just kind of an, i don't know, wake up call. i trusted you just fine before i saw it and i trusted you just the same when i told you i loved you.

bryce shettel (11:16:51 PM): you don't have to be so cold about the way you said it. that was just harsh. "I don't know when I became your boyfriend but you can go ahead and keep saying that too." *Saying it in a mocking voice, a sniffle breaks through but he quietly covers it with a fake sneeze.* a wake up call to what? you're insane if you think i'm cheating on you. i'm head over heels for you, and everyone knows it. i act like a lovesick puppy dog around you and not because i want to but because you have that effect on me. but i wish i didn't because this is absolute bullshit.

mediocre m0rgan (11:23:07 PM): well then maybe i am insane. i'm fucking paranoid, bryce, even the thought for one second about you with anyone else makes me go crazy. *frowning when he hears you sniffle, he wants to apologize but is too much in that 'macho' state of mind.* not because you want to. you always make an argument like that when we fight. you're with me or whatever because i effect you a certain way and you don't really want to be.

bryce shettel (11:29:13 PM): well then don't think about me with anyone else, i'm with you and only you and that's how i want it. *Sniffling again, he doesnt bother hiding it, deciding it isn't worth the effort. Shaking his head, he pulls the pillow over it.* i don't mean it like that. i want to feel that way about you, but i wish you felt that way about me, or trusted me, or something. i don't know. i feel like i want and need this more than you do. like you don't need this, you just like the benefits. and yeah,you love me, but i don't know. i don't know i forget what im saying

mediocre m0rgan (11:35:46 PM): i do trust you, i seriuosly do. but the whole time, in the back of my head im thinking that, 'there has to be a catch to this, it's too good to be true.' so when something like that fucking letter pops up it just seems to explain everything and i can't help but believe it. *looking over at you, he frowns again, shaking his head.* look, don't make this such a big deal. and why would you feel that way? what gives you the idea that you want/need it more?

bryce shettel (11:36:24 PM): And you think I don

bryce shettel (11:37:46 PM): 't think of that? Of course I do. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, but instead I trust you and I enjoy it. *Shaking his head, he pulls the blankets as tight as he can over his head.* It is a big deal, and the way you said about the boyfriend really cut deep. I don't know why but it did, and right now I wish it was right through the veins. *Curling his legs up to his chest, he shakes his head under the blanket, sniffling again.* i don't know. because i cant believe someone like you needs me or wants me? i don't know.

mediocre m0rgan (11:43:34 PM): *running his fingers through his hair in frusteration, he sits up more and leans forward* if i didn't need you or want you i wouldn't be fighting with you about this now. But you know what? i shouldn't make you feel that way. So maybe if i do, you need someone different. someone who won't fight with you and say some stupid fucking thing like i did that makes you cry.

bryce shettel (11:44:49 PM): i don't WANT someone different,and i'm not crying. *Unable to hold back his sniffles, he keeps them as subtle as he can, his face growing hot under the blankets but not wanting to come out with his face all red, shaking his head and quieting down.* Just.. whatever. Fuck it. This is all pointless.

mediocre m0rgan (11:50:00 PM): no, it isn't pointless. it made me realize that i treat you like shit and i feel like the lowest asshole in the world right now. *getting up quickly from his bed, he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, turning the sink on hot and splashing wather on his face, sniffling hard himself*

bryce shettel (11:51:07 PM): you're not an asshole and you don't treat me like shit. if you did i wouldn't be as mad about you as i am. *Frowning, he gets up when he hears you walk away, wiping his eyes on his shirt and going to the door, resting his face against it. Knocking quietly, he closes his eyes, listening to you and speaking softly.* Morgan?

mediocre m0rgan (11:56:35 PM): what. *turning the sink off and wiping his face on the towel, he wipes a few tears off and resting his hands on the edge of the sink, leaning over it and sighing heavily, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.*

bryce shettel (11:57:22 PM): can i come in? *Biting his lip in, he scratches lightly at the door with his fingernails as he stays pressed against it, wiping his eyes* please? i won't say anything if you don't want me to I just want to be around you.

mediocre m0rgan (11:59:34 PM): yeah, sure. *wiping his face off again and trying to adjust himself, he stands up straighter and opens the door for you, looking down at the ground and leaning back against the wall*

bryce shettel (12:01:22 AM): *Walking in, he thanks you quietly. Closing and locking the door behind them, he grabs a washcloth, wetting it and dabbing gently at your face, then at your neck, trying to cool you down, his eyes stuck on yours.*

mediocre m0rgan (12:05:42 AM): *closing his eyes, he sighs quietly and relaxes a little, but not letting himself look at you, biting his lip and opening his eyes only to look down at their feet, still working to keep from crying.*

bryce shettel (12:06:52 AM): *Gently putting the cool wash cloth against your neck, he leans over and presses his lips to your head to feel for fever. Putting the washcloth in the sink, he slides his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug and burying his face in your shoulder, breathing in deeply.*

mediocre m0rgan (12:12:29 AM): *slipping his arms around your waist, he hugs you back tightly and leans his head on yours, still sniffling just a little. pulling away after what feels like forever, he wipes his eyes again and leans back against the wall, looking at you for a moment annd then back down at the ground, speaking real quietly, almost in a whisper* i don't know if i can do this anymore, bryce.

bryce shettel (12:14:24 AM): *Breathing in your scent, he rubs his hands on your back and clings onto it when you pull away before pulling away himself, reluctantly, a few seconds later. Inadvertantly pouting a little, he looks up at you, feeling his heart jump into his throat.* if you can't do what?

mediocre m0rgan (12:17:30 AM): i don't know. *sighing quietly, he points unsurely at you and then to himself, frowning a little and bringing that hand up to rub his eyes* this. us. whatever we are.

bryce shettel (12:20:05 AM): *nodding quietly, he looks down, unable to look you in the eye. Opening his mouth to say something, the words won't come out, just a feeling over overwhelming naseau. Just nodding again, he keeps his eyes on the ground, dropping his hands to his sides.*

mediocre m0rgan (12:25:08 AM): come here. *frowning, he pulls you to him again, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly against him, then resting his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back from him a little bit, but still keeping his hands there, his eyes on the ground* you treat me better than anyone has ever treated me, ever. and it makes me so disgusted that i can't give that back to you.

bryce shettel (12:29:08 AM): *Letting his arms go limp at his sides, he just lets you move him around. Not looking up at all, he nods a little, biting his lips in and then shaking his head no, feverently.* That-that's not true. You give back to me ten times more. *Swallowing hard, he tries to keep his words at a minimum so he doesn't start screaming, or crying.*

mediocre m0rgan (12:35:59 AM): shhh. *sliding his hand over to your face, he rubs his thumb gently on your cheek , looking in your eyes for just a moment before glancing back down* i don't. you have been nothing but sweet and amazing and perfect to me and how do i repay you? by acting like a total dick and making you cry. when i came in here i almost wanted to break the fucking mirror. if i keep doing this to you, i'm not going to be able to stand myself at all, and you probably won't be able to, either.

bryce shettel (12:39:49 AM): *Shaking his head, he pulls away, narrowing his eyes.* No. NO. you aren't a dick. and i made myself cry. i love you, i love to be near you. i didn't want to be all over you at first because I was confused about feeling this way and feeling it for a boy, but I couldn't help myself and judging by your reaction, you couldn't either. And then I got to know you more, and I like feeling that way. I like how some days you are just totally affectionate and some days you aren't, but it doesn't mean you're cold. No, I think the only way I couldn't stand you is if you gave up the potential, the what's already in this, because of a petty argument. Then, and only then, you're right, Morgan. I would be too disgusted to give you another look.

mediocre m0rgan (12:51:40 AM): *biting in his lip, he tugs you to him again and presses his forehead to yours, still with his eyes on the floor* I'm not giving up the potential. We are not going to lose what's already there. but what happens when we make up this time, bryce? everything will just be okay again until i run my fucking mouth. i can't believe the kinds of things i say to you anymore than you can. and they make me hate myself so much because you don't deserve any of it. and this has happened before, and i thought it never would again for sure because i would have learned my lesson or whatever, but it did. and i can't let myself keep doing this to you.

bryce shettel (12:56:52 AM): run your mouth, it's called free speech. its not like you're calling me names ot beating me or something, youre saying how you feel. *Rolling his eyes, he presses his forehead back to yours; craving the light contact and sniffling a little, shaking his head.* Then what are you proposing, Morgan? That we just end this? Go back to being friends, or forget one another exists, change cabins and sit across the cafeteria from each other? because i'm sorry, i don't think i can do that. i'm very vulnerable, to the right people. i'm vulnerable to my mom and to my best friend and to you, all in different ways of course. i'm vulnerable to you because you're a good person to be vulnerable too. you are loving and caring, you just don't see it the way i do because you're you. i love that you're possessive, because usually i know you do trust me. and i love how you compliment me all the time and how you got scared to post an entry because that ugly beast caleb would snatch me up. would it happen? no. would i want you to stress over it? of course not. but it feels good, it feels good being cared about.

mediocre m0rgan (1:18:12 AM): *choking up a little more, he sniffs hard and rubs his hands on your arms before pulling all the way back, leaning against the wall more and crossing his arms* and all that is amazing and i love it. and i don't want to move cabins or forget you exist or sit on opposite ends of the cafeteria, i just can't do what i've been doing. even if you love it about me. i just. *sighing, he closes his eyes and tilts his head up to the ceiling* i can't live with myself the way i am to you. its going to kill me. i'm sorry.

bryce shettel (1:23:07 AM): Then what do you propose, Morgan? Since I love you as you are, I support whatever will make you happy, because when you love someone you want them happy. So what do you propose, and I'm sorry, but I'm not letting you go. *Biting his lip in, he grabs you around the waist* so why don't you just calm down right now, i'll give you a nice little massgae and we'll cuddle.

mediocre m0rgan (1:31:02 AM): j

mediocre m0rgan (1:34:58 AM): *sighing quietly, he nods slowly and loosely wraps his arms back around your neck, basically giving up on what he was saying.* yeah, okay. alright.

bryce shettel (1:35:55 AM): *Frowning, he looks in your eyes, pressing his forehead to yours.* no, what were you going to say? do you have something in mind because i just thought you had a general overview or something that you wanted to change something, for you. because i love you, as you are.

mediocre m0rgan (1:42:17 AM): no, nevermind. it doesn't matter, don't worry about it. i'll calm down, and we can go and lay down. *wrapping his arms around you again, he buries his face in your neck and breathes in deeply.*

bryce shettel (1:45:44 AM): baby.. *speaking softly, he leads you out of the bathroom, holding you super close to him as he steps over to avoid Hawk laying on their bathroom floor with his weightbench/computer.* Tell me, please. *Kissing your ear gently, he walks you to the bed, running his fingers gently in your hair.*

mediocre m0rgan (1:51:09 AM): *sitting down on the bed, he rubs one hand on your side gently and tugs you to his side, resting his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes* no, i don't want to talk about anything else right now, i don't want to argue with you or fight with you or any of that right now, okay?

bryce shettel (1:52:31 AM): *Nodding lightly, he snuggles his arms around you tight and lays down on the bed, pulling you with him and cuddling you protectively, massaging his hand on the back of your neck, still speaking quietly.* i love you, tell me later or tomorrow then, please? iwant to know whats on your mind.