Silence v.s. Craziness

[Charlotte Bouvier]

Charlotte Bouvier wandered around the small park, her notebook and pen in hand. She had come to New Zealand under less-than-pleasant circumstances, but was enjoying the scenery and found the park comforting. Seeing children playing and seeing the chairs and green plants, Charlotte enjoyed the peace and the nice weather, which she knew would soon change into cold, unpleasant weather. As a breeze blew through her wavy hair, she pulled her coat closer about her and sat down on a park bench, opening her notebook and beginning to doodle on it. Her brown eyes were distant, her mind elsewhere - it was on her father, and her mother, and how glad she was to be starting in a new place. This was her chance to start a new life, and she was taking it - although she missed her father. As she sat there, another breeze blew some of her long hair into her face, and she tilted her head back, gazing at the blue sky and thinking of how different New Zealand was to Europe.

 

[Zeph Miles]

Having been banished from England, Zeph really didn't know what to do with himself in New Zealand. He had found himself in a park. Not quite sure how he got there, or how he was going to get back to where he lived. If he was honest, he could hardly blame himself for not remembering how he had gotten to this park. But the half empty bottle of vodka sitting on the kitchen table may have had something to do with it. Zeph, was lying on the roundabout, being spun around by the little kids who didn't seem to listen to the parents, when they were promptly told to get away from the homeless drunk. After hearing the 6th or 7th parent mutter that all too loudly, Zeph sat up, his world was completely spinning, literally. He stood up and walked one step before falling back to the ground. "F##k" Zeph muttered while he lay on the floor. He pushed himself up and while holding on to anything that he could. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He didn't feel sick, but he felt pretty sleepy. When drunk, Zeph was the type to be slightly crazy, but vodka, had a completely different effect on him, it made him feel very sleepy. He noticed a girl, about his, perhaps a little younger, walking round the park. He was curious as to what she was doing, so staggered over to her. He coughed, not to get her attention, but because, he had a tickly throat. Zeph leaned over the girls shoulder, and noticed she was drawing. "That is some, f**king amazing drawin'" His strong bristol accent spoke. "I mean forget Van Gogh, and whatever those other famous artist are, your stuff should be in a gallery in London. F##king amazing"


[Mehh, sorry it sucks]

 

[Charlotte Bouvier]

As Charlotte sat on the bench, she suddenly heard a cough from behind her. She gasped and her eyes widened as she spun around to see a boy about her age, who looked utterly and completely trolleyed (drunk), and who proceeded to compliment her drawing, albeit using more-than-G-rated language. She was terrified of the boy - drunk people meant danger to Charlotte. Fear was the only response she knew to such behaviour and such a state, but she also knew that if you do not answer drunk people, they can get very very angry, so...
Flipping to a different page in her notebook, she quickly wrote down in her neat, cursive writing 'Gallery in London? I was drawing circles!' She smelled alcohol on his breath, and could tell that he was really and truly drunk. She had experience with drunk people, her father-
No, she would not think about him. Instead, she wondered why this boy was so drunk - in the middle of a nice day like this one! But she knew better than to ask. She had to be cautious around this boy, otherwise he would probably hurt her, like her father did. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable, and shifted slightly in her seat, still wide-eyed and scared, absent-mindedly fingering one of her scars - this one went up the underside of her lower arm, right up the middle.

(Yours wasn't at all sucky! Sorry about mine, not really used to RPing a shy, scared person yet. I had to keep deleting things, because they were what my other character would say, not Char )