If you are reading this right now, you have decided to either lurk upon or participate in this roleplay. Well, I hate to break it to you, but this is not just a roleplay. This is an RRM, or Random Roleplaying Moment. An RRM starts off in Medias Res, or in the heat of action. Biographies for charaters are not constructed, but features are explained as the roleplay goes on. Posts rarely consist of more than a few short but deive paragraphs.

Basically, the person who creates the RRM (namely me), will decide what is going on at the moment. Yes, I know this is a lot to take in at the moment, but it will make more sense as we progress in this roleplay.

Please attempt literacy. To join, just ask to join. No bios are needed, and anyone can join at any time.

(I'm so in this and you'll never take me away. o_o Ever. o_o )

((Haha, let's do this.))

Crispin grasped her fragile arm with his strong one, the auburn ringlets of his hair obstructing the view of his milky grey eyes. He shuddered, bracing himself against the brisk autumnal air. The time progressed to the acme of midnight, and the sky was jet black and cloudless. Sitting on the faded, rusted parkbench with her reminded him of when they had thought of each other with love, and the memory itself was colder than the breeze. He craned his head by hers, bittersweet tears rolling down his porcelain face.

"I still... love you," Crispin whispered. "I always have, always will. I regret that night..." He cried, knowing there would always be an untrusting tension between them.

The wind whistled through the muscular elm trees that served as a backdrop for the bench, and the amber waxing moon shone through them. Crispin felt so disconnected from life. His slender fingers tore at his hair manically, seemingly to dig his skull for the right words, and he stared disjointedly at the cobblestone below.

 He was surprised to hear words stream from his lips, his voice somber. "Wait. Nal..." His eyes once again glanced back into hers. "Do you-- Do you love me? I mean, really?" He asked innocently, combing his long bangs from his eyes.

The first drops of rain started to drip down, saturating the cobblestone tenderly. Crispin was grateful for the drizzle, because it disguised his tears.

"Because.... because I am stupid, Nal. I didn't mean to, at first. It was just one kiss, and before I knew it, it became two kisses and then..." He whimpered, guilt clouding his entirety. "It was the most stupid, reckless, arrogant thing I have ever done. I want you back, Nal." By now, he had managed to walk over to her, and enclosed both of her hands in his. "I'm so sorry. I'm not asking you to forget, but... Could you find it in your heart to forgive? I swear, I would never have done it had I known I would hurt you." He babbled on stupidly, trying to say the right words and hold back the wrong ones. He leant his mouth over her left ear, whispering promises. "Even if you don't know if you love me, I know that I love you. And you should know that, too." The faint choking of tears clogged his voice. He once again looked at her, the handsomeness usually embracing his being drained out in sadness. His hands clung to hers desperately, not wanting to let her go.

Crispin sat back on the bench, his heart and thoughts weighing him down. "Don't... go..." He said breathlessly to an invisible audience. Why couldn't Nal forgive him? He'd forgive her. People that love each other forgive each other. Wasn't that how it was supposed to be?

Crispin's mind seemed to surrender to grief, and began playing clips of when he and Nal used to get along, before he met her friend, Allison, who got a bit too close with him. He suddenly had a flashback, to just a few months before. Unlike the others, this time, Nal wasn't featured in his memory. He was alone, in what seemed to be a small store. Large diamonds shone with dazzling grandeur, protected by a transparent counter-top. Although some of the stones were enormous and expensive, Crispin admired one that was slightly more quaint, with a thin, silver band.

That same ring was on Crispin's bedside table, and though he intended to give it to Nal, he never got the chance. He had spent a great portion of the payment he received from his job as a waiter on that ring.

Another flashback ran through his mind.

The next month was Nal's birthday, and Crispin hosted a small get-together for her and her friends at his house. Given Nal had turned 21 that very day, Crispin, who was a couple of years older, naturally suppied alcoholic beverages. Nal ended up getting sick, so she went to bed, but her friends and Crispin stayed up. He then met Allison, who didn't handle the alcohol quite as badly as Nal, and it all went downhill from there.

Crispin felt disgusted with himself, and withdrew his cellphone from his pocket. He immediately texted Nal.

I miss you, Nal. I'm so sorry.

((Cool, full. <3))

Crispin groaned, tired after waiting for ten minutes for Nal to respond. He gently slipped his phone into his pocket and rose from his seat, the worn bench groaning from his applied weight as he sprung off of it. Nal still consumed his mind, even an hour after she left him alone.

He didn't understand why he loved Nal, actually. She wasn't exactly beautiful, though not particularly hard to look at. He wondered if it was just the prospect of dating he enjoyed. But no, that wasn't it either. If there was anything outstanding about Nal, it was how happy she made him. He was always surprised by how talented and smart she was. Crispin was so used to dating girls who were incredibly gorgeous, ridiculously popular, and so arrogant. Nal wasn't any of those things. She was perfect, because her imperfections made her that way.

Allison, in contrast, was so... fake. Sure, she was very attractive, but she wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. She had so little personality that it made her seem robotic. And she had little discrepancy in who she dated, so that she didn't seem like such a catch.

 Nal was the real catch. True love is when you see that spark in someone. However, Crispin didn't see sparks in Nal- he saw fireworks. Nal could have lit up all of New York on a cloudy night.

Without him knowing it, Crispin's body started wandering- no, running- to Nal's house. And in what seemed like a bl
ink of the eye, he was just outside her second story window. He picked up a small pebble, and threw it accurately at her bedroom window, attempting to get her attention.