Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180617024644/@comment-35702393-20180622234054

Here’s the Red and Riley one shot I’ll be doing. Next would be Newt, then Nik, and lastly, Cora. The first part of this one shot is just about Red, so you guys can know more about her character and what she has been through.

Enjoy!

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(After the whole “Nik hugged Red and he got punched in the jaw” incident; a day after that)

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Red’s POV

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It was raining.

I liked the rain. Hearing the continuous splashes of raindrops hit the hard ground somehow made me calm. I gues... I’m like this because I used to be scared.

I was in the arena, alone, training by myself. I told Cora that I wouldn’t go here by myself because she was worried but sometimes a girl needs her space. I didn’t bother that thousands of rain drops hit me every second as I’m training. Yes, I could get sick, but I didn’t really care at the Moment. I needed to think.

I continued scratching the wall, leaving scratch after scratch, all of them differ in thickness, waves, but nonetheless, the composition looked... beautiful.

I was drawing... myself.

I don’t know how many scratches I’ve left already, but it did show an image of a girl. Me. BUt no matter what I do, no matter what I try, even though the eyes, the nose, the hair, the shape of the head, everything looked similar to how I looked like... I couldn’t see her. Through this drawing, I couldn’t see Red.

I mean... heh, Nothing was lost in the composition. My eyes were there, my mouth, my lips, my smile, my fiery hair. Everything was there.. Nothing was lost... but...

... something was missing.

I flinched.

A loud and frighten8ng boom of thunder echoed through the dark sky, making the grey tinted clouds looks just a little bit More scary, compared how dull it was.

Until now, thunder and lightn8ng always seemed to scare me. I guess my fear towards it, never really went away.

I was fearless, I can say that. And I hate it that I am. Sometimes it made me reckless. Yes, there are some upsides when it came to being fearless, but it has its downsides as well. A lot of people tell me “you should be afraid.” Or “How are you not scared of that?”. I just wasnt. And honestly, it made me feel like I wasn’t human. That maybe, somewhere inside me, I was insane.

Because fear is what makes us human. It makes us know for a fact that we’re sane. But because of how crazy and fearless I am, it made me think that I was different from other people, in a bad way.

This is why I like the rain.

Rain, lightning, thunder, it was the only thing I was actually scared of. It gave me hope that maybe, I am in fact, sane, and... worthy of being loved.

I looked at my drawing on the wall again.

I still don’t get it. Why didn’t it look like... me??

Giving up, I sat down in the floor, placed my glaive beside me, and hugged my knees. It was no doubt I was getting cold. Really cold. But... I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay here, surrounded by puddles of water and endless drops of rain falling and hitting on ground, including me.

And with that, I cried.

Crying in the rain makes it much easier. No one would think you’re crying, because your tears easily blended with the beads of rainwater, hitting your face at the same time.

I don’t know why Im crying though.

I just sometimes get the urge to just cry, and in every tear that drops down my face, it’s one problem gone.

“Red?”

My eyes widened, and I looked behind me to see Riley.

He didn’t carry an umbrella as well. He was was soaking wet, and yet managed to pull off a perfect posture. I stood up, almost falling down in the process, and forced a smile. “H-Hey Riley.” I said. He frowned, but decided not to ask any further.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, walking towards me, carrying his shield.

“Training.” I shrugged. He scoffed, “In the rain?”, he pointed to the sky and how dark it was.

I rolled my eyes hastily, blush8ng in embarrassment, “Whatever.” I muttered.

He walked pass me and straight to the part of the wall where I left the drawing of me. Of Red. He smiled, “It looks nice.” He says.

“It doesn’t look like me.” I admitted, standing right next to him, examining my work of art. I then noticed that the rain started to go down. ''Dang it. ''

Riley chuckled, “it doesn’t look like you because you drew yourself smiling.” He finished. Was tha5 supposed to be offensive or a compliment?

Riley’s pointed to the drawing, directly on the lip. “The drawing here shows you smiling. And we both know you rarely  smile. Buuuut... since you already carved that smile on the wall, and you obviously can’t change what you’re drawing looks like, why not change...” he paused before his finger pointedness to me, “...You”.

Oh...

“Smile a little Red. And trust me, the more you smile, the more you’ll notice just how beautiful your artworks are. The first time I saw this drawing of yourself on the wall, I immediately knew it was you, you just need t look at things differently, and see that you, are in fact, beautiful.” He said, explaining every little detail.

The rain was gone, and the sun was slowly rising on the horizon.

I looked at my drawing on the wall again.

The hair, the eyes, the nose, the lips, the smile.

That’s was me.

It looked like me.

I smiled at Riley before giving him a friendly hug to show my gratitude, Thank you Riley.

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Wow. This actually wasn’t humorous 😂 I’m proud of myself 😂😂 Anyways, Skylander, If you want to, you can do Riley’s POV in this situation, or just continue this in the first place. To give you ideas 😉😊