Realistic or Modern Free-falling

[Celestiel]

"Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do."~Pete Wentz

Face Claim: Rafael Miller

The Basics~• Jordan Chris Meyer •
• 18 years old •
• trans-male •

Outside~• brown hair •
• hazel eyes •
• 5'10 ft tall •
• sporty build •
• vitiligo on both hands •
• two long scars on his chest •

Inside~Jordan is, most of all, insecure. All his life, his parents had made him believe that everything outside the binary was wrong; not knowing that their own daughter was feeling like a boy in a girl's body.
When his parents had been arrested for murder and a very open and supportive woman had adopted him, it was only a matter of time until she noticed the little things, like Jordan trying to hide her breast and being extremely depressive whenever she was on her period.
She finally helped her become him, did everything to make his true self come out, the Jordan he is today.
He is incredibly thankful for all her help and support, but is still very insecure about being accepted.
Most of the time he just pushes the fact aside that he's not always been a boy (at least biologically) and desperately tries to keep it a secret.
Apart from that, he is a very friendly, rather silent person, and a bit of a wallflower- as long as you don't make him angry. He will hardly defend himself, but his endlessly loyal nature makes him defend those he cares about in every possible way. He loves to try new things and constantly finds new things to indulge in, such as acting, singing and rping.
His two biggest secrets, apart from being transgender, are his love for plushies and Otome Games.

 

[eliwantscake]

They wished that they could say that it was just like any other Monday morning during what they enjoyed referring to as 'play season.' Play season, of course, was something that actually occurred about four times a school year, but as they were all separated by a few weeks, it would always be a horrible time in their life when it was anything other than play season. Most play seasons, they would spend their Monday mornings on a stage, doing vocal warm-ups and reading lines. They would laugh along with their fellow actors when one of them stumbled over dialogue that they had only just started learning. They'd practice dance routines with their friends while he watched with crossed arms and a look of disgust. If they were really lucky, he'd be on stage with them, and they would be the ones dancing together. They hoped that he knew that they always preferred being on stage with him to being on stage with anyone else. Of course he knew. Who else would they rather be on stage with than the love of their life?

They thought this, but Casey knew not-so-deep down that they would jump on any opportunity to be in the spotlight. It was why they sang; it was why they danced; it was why they acted. Maybe it was vice versa; maybe they wanted to be in the spotlight because they loved to do all of those things. Either way, to them, performing was absolutely intoxicating.

It upset them to say that this was not just like any other Monday during play season, and that they were not on a stage. Rather, they sat in the band room floor, eyes closed, reclining comfortably against their boyfriend's back. It always comforted them to listen to Roman playing his violin, or listening to him play any music, if they were being honest. Still, it didn't completely get rid of that underlying disappointment that they were here, and not elsewhere. They should be rehearsing together. They could be, but Casey had not wanted to. They wanted to spend their time before class started relaxing. It was hard, though. This wasn't what they wanted to be doing with their time.

As if he could hear his partner's thoughts, Roman stopped playing and set his violin down. "You'll get over this whole 'play' thing soon enough," he muttered, turning around and wrapping one arm around Casey, pulling them close. "It's all ridiculous anyway. We'll be in better shows together. We don't need to act in some silly high school production of Frozen when it's only a matter of time before we're on Broadway together." Casey smiled at this. Somehow Roman always knew what to say to make them smile. The thought of the two of them being on Broadway together was something that never failed to put them in a good mood. "Hey. Isn't today the day you're supposed to meet the new kid?"

Relaxed as they had been a few moments before, it was quite a shock to Roman when Casey jumped to their feet, grabbing their bag. "Oh my stars, you're right," they confirmed. "I can't believe I forgot! I hope I'll still get to the office on time. Thanks for reminding me." They leaned down, planting a kiss on their boyfriend's cheek. They didn't like leaving so abruptly, but they would rather do that than be late to meeting someone new.

The school's guide system was on of Casey's favorite things. They had been a student guide every year since their sophomore year, and they found it to be an amazingly rewarding experience. They got to make new friends and help new students find their place in the school. For someone as social as Casey, it was an amazing opportunity. Roman didn't feel the same way; he seemed to think that it was pointless, and he claimed that it was annoying because Casey would proceed to give all of their attention to those they were assigned to as a guide. They knew this wasn't true; they made time for everyone in their life.

Now, as always, they were ready to invite another new friend into their life. They stopped a few feet before reaching the office, pushing some of their hair back and pulling a mirror out of their pocket. They groaned internally. They looked fine, but they were so desperate for this to go well. Putting the mirror away, Casey took a deep breath, before stepping into the office and looking around hopefully for their newest friend.

//hnnnng this isn't the best but I wanted to hurry up and get a first post done

 

[Celestiel]

Jordan let out a long, forcedly calm breath as his dark hazel eyes locked to the worn-down plate above the entrance of the school. 'Gilbert High School', the faded black letter spelled, sending a little shiver down the boy's spine.
all his life he had been home schooled... And all his life he had been a girl. And even though he was through all surgeries and hormone replacement therapy had done a fine work, he still found himself scared to somehow be somehow mistaken for a girl.
and that even though he looked more masculine than some of the cis guys here.
Maybe he should have gotten his name changed; though it was a gender neutral name, he often felt conscious about it.. but maybe that was normal, minding it had only been two years.
He rested his hand on his chest for a moment, as if to make sure it was still flat, before he stuffed his earphones into his ears and hurried down the corridors, blending out anyone and anything.

it wasn't that he didn't like people in general, he did, really.
but his parents indoctrination had basically taught him that everyone was bad and full of sin and he knew if they would see him now, they would wreck his ass.
from a girl to boy, pansexual, on a public school that was known for being especially accepting towards the non-binary concept; there even were 'neither' restrooms for those who didn't feel comfortable in the ladies or gents restrooms.
It was amazing, it really was, but he had never been among so many individual people, so many people who lived as they wished, not as they were told to.

He had to admit though, that he had never seen so many people with this kind of spark in their eyes either, that he had never seen in the eyes of all the oh-so-holy church-goers.
They seemed more alive, maybe even more real.

A yellow sheet on the notice board caught Jordan's attention, and he finally removed his earphones because, for whatever reason, he didn't seem to be able to focus on reading when he was hearing music.
Music.
Where words couldn't reach him anymore in his darkest times, music had helped him stand up and push through it.

"Auditions", Jordan mumbled intrigued. Though he wasn't particularly fond of 'frozen', he figured it would be a good opportunity to get to know some people and get rid of this awkward 'the new one' reputation. He couldn't hide forever, could he?
So Jordan gave himself a push and quickly scribbled his name behind 'Kristoff', like a few other people had done.

Then Jordan continued on his way, seeking for about ten minutes until he had finally found the office.
"Sorry I'm late!", He burst out, awkwardly running his hand through his hair. "I got lost... Four times... This school is big-"
Then he noticed the other kid in the room, probably the guide he had heard of. Clearly an agender or Genderfluid.
He had to admit he was impressed how openly they showed it; Jordan himself kept it a secret at all cost that he was transgender.
And he was scared. If someone would notice, it would probably be someone of the lgbtq+ community. At the gym he could just tell the other guys that his scars were the result of an accident, but someone who was a little more educated would probably recognize them as the typical scars of a mastectomy. God hopefully they wouldn't have sports together... He couldn't wear his pullover for sports, after all, he would have to change, they would see the scars and-

Jordan just pinched the root of his nose, noticing that he had slipped into one of his anxious overthinking marathons again.
"Eh, hi", he said, waving for a second. "I'm Jordan... Are you Casey?"

 

[eliwantscake]

Casey had been unsure of how to feel when they'd found that there were no new students in the office upon their arrival. For a brief moment, they wondered if the student whose guide they were supposed to be had been sent off to another school on short notice. They knew that their school was expensive, and while many were there on scholarships, the standards for getting and keeping financial aid was high. Many students changed their mind about attending because they wanted a less stressful experience. Casey couldn't blame them. They were a straight A student, but it came almost effortlessly to them. They knew that others might not find it so easy to maintain perfect grades. They shook their head. They other student was surely still going to show up. In this case, they felt much better knowing that if either of them was late, it wasn't them.

They stood in the office for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and thinking. They had been a guide before, and every year, the students they got were different. Some of them were... reluctant, to interact with someone like them. After all, while the school was very strict about diversity and inclusion, not every student was quite as liberal as the majority. Many of them were quite prejudiced, in fact, but were not vocal or hostile about it, or were not so strongly against anything that they felt the need to change others. There were some who had made horrible remarks to them in private. They had gone to the school's administration with these complaints. It was very rare that these students were at the school for long afterwards. They often regretted their actions in these scenarios, as going to the authorities meant denying another person of an education at a very good school, but they knew that their fellow LGBT students were thankful that they came forward with these complaints. It was for all of their safety.

They found themselves snapped out of these thoughts when another student entered the room, apologizing for being late. They nodded in agreement. The school could be rather hard to navigate at first. They watched as the student thought about something, taking in his features. He was fairly attractive. More than fairly attractive, in all honesty, but as they were in a committed relationship, Casey didn't feel the need to think that much about it. Roman wouldn't like them checking out strangers, especially when they were essentially going to have to become friends with this stranger. They also noticed that they had automatically referred to the person standing in front of them as a 'he.' They were glad that they had a moment to think about this before speaking up. Even someone who had been raised to avoid making assumptions about one's gender, Casey often did assign male or female pronouns to others in their heads upon first meeting them. Fortunately, they were very good at asking first.

Another thing they noticed was how nervous the (probably) male was. But that was normal. He was at a new school, a big one, full of strangers, and they knew how intimidating that could be. Hell, they were extremely sociable, they made friends with everyone who was willing to look their way, but it had been intimidating even to them for the first few weeks. They would make sure that it didn't take so long for other students to adjust.

"Yes, that would be me," they confirmed when Jordan asked if they were Casey. "They and them pronouns, please." They hoped that Jordan would take this as an invitation to announce their pronouns as well, as they still weren't entirely sure, and they didn't know how Jordan would react to being asked flat-out. Some people didn't like the question very much. However, before Casey got an answer, someone cleared their throat behind them, and they turned to see one of the office aides holding out a sheet of paper towards them. They took it with a quiet 'thank you.' He looked over it before turning back to Jordan and holding it out to him. "Here's your schedule! We should have all of our core classes and any shared extra curricular activities together; from what I can tell we did, but I guess if I made a mistake we'll find out later."