100 Days Of Sunlight (if anyone else wanted to join :) )
Thread Topic: 100 Days Of Sunlight (if anyone else wanted to join :) )
When 16-year-old poetry blogger C1 is involved in a car accident and loses their eyesight for 100 days, they feel like their whole world has been turned upside-down.
Terrified that their vision might never return, C1 feels like they has nothing left to be happy about. But when their grandparents place an ad in the local newspaper looking for a typist to help C1 continue writing and blogging, an unlikely answer knocks at their door: C1, a person their age with bright eyes, an optimistic smile. . . and no legs.
Knowing how angry and afraid C1 is feeling, C2 thinks they can help them. But they have one condition: no one can tell C1 about their disability. And because they can’t see them, C1 treats them with contempt — screaming at C2 to get out of their house and never come back. But for C2, it’s the most amazing feeling: to be treated like a normal person, not just a sob story. So they comes back. Again and again and again.
C1 spurns C2’s “obnoxious optimism”, convinced that they has no idea what their going through. But C2 knows exactly how they feel and reaches into their darkness to show them that there is more than one way to experience the world. As C1 grows closer to C2, they finds it harder and harder to imagine life without them — and C2 can’t imagine life without them. But they still haven’t told them the truth, and when C1’s sight returns they’ll have to make the hardest decision of their life: vanish from C1’s world. . . or overcome their fear of being seen.
My char (i'd prefer C2, but either is fine with me :D )
Name: Vivian M. Grace.
Appearance: Medium length curly/ringlet silver hair with a blue-ish purple tint, pale complexion, freckles, heterochromic eyes (one brown/hazel, one blue), slim, hourglass figure (pfp is her appearance), wears clothing in the cottage/bloom core/art hoe/softcore aesthetic.
Personality: Calm, bubbly, very kind-hearted, warm and welcoming, gives off mom friend vibes, somewhat sensitive, has random bursts of energy and random stims at times.
Likes: Reading, playing various instruments (prefers the ukulele, piano and flute), art, nature, sewing.
Dislikes: Rude people, being late, her self-criticism, need for perfection.
This sounds awesome, may I yoink
Sxnny_Skxes NewbieYes, ofc!
Which char would you like to be? I'd kind of like to be C2, since I think my char fits it, but either char is fine with me!
I'd like to be C1, thanks!
Name: Oliver J. Rodrigo
Appearance: Messy dark brown hair, pale gray eyes and light skin. He usually wears a light gray hoodie and comfy jeans. He also got them cheekbones
Personality: Independent, introverted, creative, secretive, etc.
Likes: Being alone, music, writing, piano, gardens, cats, has a secret soft spot for cheesy movies, etc.
Dislikes: Parties, nosy people, little kids, and dating because he's had a lot of...well, bad dating experiences.
Other: I'm ready to roll 🕶
Not It >:D
( s a d n e s s xD )
Vivian sat on the couch of her living room, scrolling through it.
``You wanted to remove the ad?`` He could hear his father say from the kitchen, walking into the living room. ``For the blogger who lost their sight in a wreck not too long ago? God, I'm sorry for him. Hope he gets well soon, and the ad will be removed.``
A blind blogger, huh? Intriguing, she thought to herself, watching her father hang up the phone.
``Vivian! Can you go get my computer?`` Her father called.
``Yeah!`` She replied, standing up as her prosthetics held her. She had lost her legs a few years back due to a stupid mistake she made, but it's not a complete loss. She can still function like a normal person, maybe even better. I think I've just found my next job for the next few weeks, she said to herself, grabbing her father's computer, pulling up the edits of the newspaper, finding the address of the house and writing it in her phone.
``This'll be interesting.``
*cackles evilly in laziness*))
Oliver held an marble ball in his hand. He could feel the smooth and cool surface, drawing the heat from his skin. He could imagine it polished and glistening, catching the light in ways dazzling to the eye. He lost himself in his imagination for a moment, before coming to his senses and to stark reality. He couldn't see anymore.
Oliver put the marble ball back in its place with a trembling hand, before getting up and carefully striding to his window. He cracked it open and let a cool breeze rush over his face, carrying the crisp scent of an approaching winter. He envisioned the sidewalks and the landscape. Would he ever be able to see them again?
( xD. me on a daily basis lmao )
Vivian walked outside, her silver hair pulled up into a ponytail and resting against the oversized sweater on her shoulders. She pulled out her phone, pulling up the address of the house with the blinn blogger. She soon navigated her way to the house and knocked on the door, it soon being opened by an young-ish man. ``Hello, may I- May I help you?`` The man said, looking down at Vivian and her prosthetic legs.
``Hi, I'm Vivian. Daughter of Matthew Grace, owner the local newspaper. I happened to hear about the ad for your, I'm presuming kid? And I thought I'd be able to help.``
``Uh, well, we did remove-``
``Yeah, I know you asked for it to be removed, but I really think I can help them.``
``Well, come on in, then,`` the man said with a small smile, opening the door for Vivian. She smiled and walked inside, looking around.
``So, where's the blind kid?`` She asked, crossing her arms.
``He's upstairs,`` he replied. ``I'll let him know you're here, though I'm sure he won't be happy, especially considering he didn't want me to put the ad up in the first place,`` he added, making his way upstairs and to Oliver's room, lightly knocking on the door.
Oliver heard a gentle knock on his door. It sounded unfamiliar. Whoever it was, he wanted to be left alone.
"Go away," he snapped. "I'm not in the mood to talk."
``Oliver, there's someone here to help you with getting back into your blogging groove,`` his father said, slowly opening the door of Oliver's bedroom. His father gestured for Vivian to walk inside and she did, slowly walking inside.
``Hi, I'm Vivian,`` she said with a soft smile, standing in the middle of the room.
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