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Lost In The Rain

CharmingNightmare

Names Raine(f). Names Rai(m).

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A guy finds a girl, about his age or slightly young, sitting in the park as it poured rain. He can't just walk away and leave her alone can he? He goes to the girl and asks for her name. She doesn't know and stares. He asks where her parents are. She shakes her head and looks down, crying. Feeling bad, the guy decides to take her home out of the rain. He realizes the girl has no memory of who she is, what her name is, or where she came from. Will he be able to help her remember? And will the girl actually be happy with knowing the truth?​




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We'll use this for our two main characters, and if you'd like to add any other characters, for these two to interact with in the roleplay we can use this as well or just make them as NPCs..

 
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Name: Unknown

Age: Appears around 17-18

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has long flowing silver hair that goes past the shoulders. Her eyes are violet and she has pale skin.

Personality: She is very timid and gets easily frightened by the smallest of things.

Biography: ((Will be left blank for the time being.))​
 
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Name: Milo Kraven

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: He has dark chocolate hair, usually in a casual mess and few fringes that hang in front of his face. His eyes are deep brown and has light fair skin.

Personality: He isn't too good with people, though he tries very hard to speak out. Most people think he's stuck up, because of what was his families status and the aloof expression he holds on his face most the time, but he does this as a sort of wall to everyone, a bit afraid to open up. To the very few he has opened up to, he is loyal, caring, protective and friendly.

Biography: Milo was born into a strict family, his father a well-off business man and his mother a proud house mom. Ever since he was about to walk and talk, his father pushed him to become a business man like him; making him make friends with the children of his fellow associates. His mother, taught him at the same time, how to be a proper gentleman, and taught him to play piano, to 'win the heart' of the perfect girl, in a wealthy family.

As the years passed, Milo didn't feel happy in the position his parents had placed for him, with all the business and economic classes driving him crazy, but never once had he spoke out, afraid of how his parents would react to him. He much preferred to play piano and be outdoors, taking photographs. Behind his parents back, Milo became a bit of a amateur photographer, thanks to a friend of his that was interested in the field.

One day, during an arranged dinner with a wealthy family, Milo sat silently as his parents bragged about him, his grades, his manners and his plans for his future, that his family had created for him. He finally spoke out, telling his parents along with the other family that was in the room, that he was not happy and did not want to become a business man to take over his father's business. He spoke saying that he enjoy taking photos and wanted to become a photographer. His parents argued that photographers don't get much money and wasn't a 'real' career. Milo told that he did't care about the money, that it was his passion and he enjoyed just that. His parents disowned him.

Milo felt alone after that. He was kicked out of his parents manor and left to the city, finding a simple apartment with the money he had saved up in secret. He wasn't wealthy anymore, he need a job, and became a freelance photographer. To learn more of the trade, he registered to a community college as a photographer student.

One rainy night, Milo was making his way home from school, black umbrella in hand, keeping his upper exterior from getting wet. As he walked by a park, he found a girl with long silver hair, and clothing simple, and tattered. He stood still for a moment in silence, just looking at her. The only sounds heard were the large rain droplets loudly slapping against the pavement. After what seemed for so long, he made a brave move…

He approached her…



 

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The droplets of the rain continued to pour heavily, as the sounds of the ripples coming from the surrounding puddles would echo throughout the park. Among the rain, was a girl with silver hair sitting onto a wooden bench. Her hair was completely dampened by the continuous rain, though she remained where she was. Her clothes, tattered and close to becoming simple rags, was heavily soaked. And yet, she did not seem to care. Not noticing anyone or anything within her presence, it felt as though she was stuck in a trance.


Her hands clutched onto her clothing, as her mind thought about of what she had to do. But the more she though, the more her head begin to ache. Her memories were blocked as if an impassable brick wall was preventing her from progressing further.
 
Milo's boots made loud splashing sounds as he walked through the puddles to the park. He held tightly to the handle of his umbrella as the cold wind whisped against his face, his cheeks and nose gaining a rosey shade upon his light fair features. As he drew closer to the silver haired girl, he noticed her small hands clutching to her soaked clothing and raindrops glistening upon her features. Her eyes were downward but he could see that they seemed distant, as she was in a daze or a trance.


He stopped walking a few feet away from the girl, and cleared his throat, loud enough for her to hear, hopefully. The rain was not letting up one bit, which was giving Milo the chance to spoke out and loud then he usually would. "Excuse me..." He started.
 
The trance would suddenly break, as a voice would echo within her mind. It startled her before she'd look up slowly to see who it was that was speaking towards her. As her eyes looked towards this man, she'd curl up in fear, as he thought she was going to attack her or something. Her body shook, a combination of the coldness of the wet rain and the fear of being hurt being surged within her.


"P-Please.. d-don't hurt me..!" Her cries were filled with fear, her voice and expression begging to be left alone. She'd open her eyes slightly, revealing the colors of violet within her irises, though it still gave that frightened and confused display that was shown.
 
"Whoa..!" He started, a little taken aback by the girl's sudden cries. He held up a hand in defense, while the other held his umbrella and shook his head as he tried to reassure her he was no threat. "I-I'm not going to hurt... It's okay.." Milo's expression was of worry and concern as he saw how shaken and scared the girl was. His eyes were mostly stuck upon her violet ones, the depth of them showing her fear.


"It's okay..." He repeated, his voice more calm as he took a step close and held out his umbrella to shield the girl from the rain overhead of her. He stood in this position for a while, waiting to see the girl's reaction and response to him.
 
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The girl was expecting to be slapped or even worse if her cries fell to deaf ears, as her violet eyes would close tightly when the man stepped closer. She yelped before after a moment or two, she'd find herself no longer feeling the rain dropping onto her body. She'd open one eye, wondering what was going on. "H-huh..?" She cried out softly, as she'd stare back towards the stranger.


The girl would still be a bit wary, but instead of a look of fear, it was instead a look of dumbfound confusion. Why wasn't he hitting her and why wasn't he screaming at her? "You're.. n-not going to hurt me?" She asked, as she kept a defensive distance from the man.
 
He blinked at her, confused as to why she would think he would hurt her. "N-no, of course not... Why would I..?" He asked, tilting his head slight with concern. Something must have happened to this girl, why would she think I would hurt her? I don't even know her? He thought to himself, her clothing, they're soaking wet, she'll catch a death of cold out here.. He continued to think.


The rain pounded against the umbrella and the ground around the two silent beings. The chill air blowing, creating the rosey shades on Milo's face to sting a bit. He had to get out of the rain soon or he'll catch cold too. "What's your name..?" He asked, calmly.
 
The stranger was right about one thing, if she didn't get the proper clothes or get out of the rain really soon, she'll catch a cold. The first signs of this would soon show, as she'd shiver in place, the sounds of her teeth clattering against one another. She'd soon calm slightly, as this man didn't seem hostile. Though she'd still be cautious around him.


When asked about her name, he didn't get an immediate response. She needed a moment to think about her name was and with a sigh, she'd shook her head at him. "I.. I don't know.." She softly whispered, as her mind was a blank when she tried to remember. Her hands would clutch tightly onto her arms now, as she was cold from the rain.
 
Milo watched as the girl started to shiver and hold on to herself tightly from the cold, her teeth slightly chattering as she whispered softly to him. He sighed sadly to her answer, This poor girl.. With his free hand, he started to undo his coat, untying and unbuttoning it, while his other hand continued to hold the umbrella over the girl's head.


"Do you at least know where you live or where your parents are..?" He then asked, manuvering his arms to take off the coat but still shield the silver haired girl. Once the coat was off, he slowly held out it to her, "Here, please wear this, it's a little dryer than what you are wearing..." He told her, leaving himself in a dark red, long-sleeve turtleneck.
 
As the coat was being offered to her, she'd continue to stare at him. Never has she received some treatment before, as she'd reluctantly take the coat and wrap it gently around her lithe, cold body. The slight comfort and warmth of the coat helped ease the shivering, but they weren't quite out of the woods just yet.


When asked about where she lived or if her parents were available, again, the man didn't receive an immediate answer. She thought long and hard, but a wall within her mind prevented her from remembering. She let out a sigh, shaking her head in defeat, "I.. I don't know.. All I remember.." She paused, as she felt a sharp pain through her head. She let out a cry, as her hands clutched tightly onto her head.
 
"Er..!" He flinched, hearing the girl cry and watched as her hand quickly gripped at her head. He was reaching out a hand but wasn't sure if he should touch her, seeing as she had been afraid of him approaching her to begin with. Milo wasn't what to do in this situation. "W-what is it?!" He urged, his voice giving away to his slight to confusion of what was happening.


It didn't seem like he was going to get any clear answers from this girl, not with them in this blasted downpour and not with the girl in the state that she was in. "Miss, please... Why don't you come with me, I'll take you someplace warm and out of the rain. It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He offered, with his hand to her.


It would be either she accepted his hand and walked with him or he would have to carry her as she might struggle a bit from the pain she was experiencing. Either way, he was going to get her out of the rain. He'd feel terrible leaving her out here.
 
The sharp pain she was experiencing was a mixture of blackness and brief images of flashbacks within her mind. However, things were coming too quickly at a rapid pace as it came to a point where she couldn't handle all that cluster. Then suddenly, the pain came to halt, as her eyes would open wide before looking back towards the stranger. She eyed at him now, wondering why he was there or why he was even near her.


"P-Please.. you should just.. you should just.." Her mind was becoming hazy, her vision becoming blurry, as her lips tried to move. "Just.. l-.. leave.." And with her last breath, her body would suddenly feel heavy. As if bricks and stones were tied to her ankles and wrists, forcibly making her fall upon the wet ground. She'd collapse from the seer amount of exhaustion, and if the man wasn't quick on his heels, she'd fall down off of the bench she was sitting on.
 
Milo didn't understand what the girl meant by her last words, again how could he leave her out in the cold? As he was about to speak, his eyes went wide as he saw her body begin to collapse, caught sight of her violet eyes rolling to the back of her head as she passed out. "Whoa!" He jumped forward, dropping his umbrella to catch the girl from falling completely to the ground. "I have you.." He whispered. But heard nothing


"H-hey... H-hey.." He called, "you okay..?" He had her head rested on his shoulder, hearing her quiet breaths. He sighed in relief, glad that she was still alive and just seemed exhausted and sick from whatever she had been through. Milo fixed her in one of his arms, having her drape her tired arms around him to carry her. Letting out a small groan, he stood after getting his umbrella back and holding it overhead of both himself and the resting girl.


It was about time they get out of this dreadful weather, Milo, adjusted her once more and started his way to his apartment complex. "Everything's going to be okay... Alright..?" He spoke softly to the girl, knowing well that there was a chance she couldn't hear.


(Um, not sure if it seems I'm controlling your character, let me know if this is wrong and I can change it.. I figured she was passed out.)
 
(She's passed out. If you want you can do a time skip if you prefer!)


The girl would not give a response as she was clearly passed out. Her arms and legs were limped and she was pretty much exhausted. She required a good night's rest, and hopefully by then, the man can receive actual answers hopefully from the girl whenever she awoke from her slumber. Until then, however, what exactly is the origins of this particular girl? Where did she come from and how did she get to where she was in the first place?
 
(Alright then.)


Milo laid the girl on the couch, closest to the heater so she could get warmed up from being out in the cold. He wrapped her up in blanket and left her to rest. Not sure how she was going to react when she woke up, he laid himself to sleep on the floor, in a simple sleeping bag till morning..


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The man woke up early the next day, and looked at the silver haired girl, who was still fast asleep. Leaving her be, he got up and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. As he stood in front of his open fridge, his mind raced of what he was going to do with the girl once she woke up, having not recieved a simple clear answer the night before.
 
The girl continued to slumber after she unfortunately collapsed the previous night from before. If it weren't for him arriving, she would of gotten really sick if she continued to stuck around in the heavy rain. When she would hear small noises from the kitchen, she'd let out a soft moan, as her eyes would slowly open.


"Mmm.." She mumbled, as she stood up slightly from where she was laying down. She looked around to where she was, confused but somewhat relieved that she was out of the rain. "H.. H-Hello..?" Her voice called out, as she wondered where she was now or if the person that saved her was still lingering about. After all, the man did want to get some straight answers hopefully from the woman. At this moment, she seemed to have calmed down and felt a lot warmer thanks to being nearby the heater.
 
"Hmm..?" Milo questioned, as he thought he heard a small voice from the livingroom where the girl had been slumbering. The eggs and bacon he was cooking, sizzled and popped on the stove, small bursts of aroma from the cooking started to fill the air in the kitchen. The man, turned down the heat from the stove and slowly walked to the open of the kitchen to look out to the living and found the girl sitting up on the couch.


"You're awake, good.." He said, sighing in relief. A small smile tugged at his lips as he was glad she was alright. She appeared to feel warmer and seemed to be calm at the moment, that was all he wanted for her to be. "Um, are you hungry..?" He asked, turning his eyes away from her and ruffling his already messy hair.
 
Right when he asked if she was hungry, Milo can hear the growls from her tummy rumbling. She blushed in embarrassment, as she'd give a slow nod towards the man, "Y-.. Yes I am.. if that's alright with you." She said, her voice still sounding a bit shaky. She'd take a moment to look around her surroundings, taking in the decor and furnishings within her sight.


"... T-Thank you.." She softly whispered, as Milo doesn't seem to a hostile person at all. Since, well, he saved her from the endlessly pouring rain. Her violet eyes showed a bit of gratitude at least, as it no longer showed fear. "W-Where am I.. mister..?" She paused, as she didn't quite know this young man's name just yet.
 
He blinked, hearing the girl's stomach grumble. He held back a slight chuckle from the sound, and gave a wry smile to her as he heard her whisper her gratitude. Walking further more into the room, Milo watched the girl's vibrant violet eyes scan around, taking in her sights. "Oh, you're in my apartment... I couldn't leave you out there in the cold with what you had on..." He told her, gesturing his head to her tattered, almost ragged clothing.


"I uh, don't have anything for a young woman to wear in this house but um, I can give you something to wear. It would at least be much warmer than what you have on." He offered, quite nervously as well as he averted his eyes anywhere but where the girl was. "Name's Milo, by the way..." He then introduced himself, having heard the silver hair call him 'Mister'.
 
"Milo.." She softly muttered his name, as she'd repeat it quietly so she can remember it inside of her head. "Thank you, Milo.. and if you do not mind handing me new clothes then I appreciate it. But I.." She sighed softly, as the girl seemed saddened. "I do not have anything in return for your gratitude. And I also do not want to cause any more trouble for you." The girl felt very bad, before curiously looking at the man's own home.


"So this is your home.." She said, as her violet eyes seemed interested into exploring. Though, she'd calm herself as she'd sigh once more. "And.. I'm sorry for.. for what happened before." The girl would rub the side of her forehead and if Milo took a closer look, there was a noticeable bruise from his distance. Perhaps that could be a reason why her memories seemed to be so hazy. "I'd tell you my name but.. I cannot.. remember." She'd clutch onto the blanket with her hands. She was upset at herself for not only being incapable of remembering anything but having this man involved in her problems.
 
"Uh..." He watched as the girl's calm expression saddened, "it's alright, really... I just thought I should help is all." He told her with a shrug. "I'll be right back.." He then quickly said before leaving to his room and grabbing a shirt he didn't care for and some sweatpants. He wasn't sure if they would fit her correct, seeing as she was a lot small than he was but, they were at least better than what she was wearing.


When he returned back, he heard her speak again, while her eyes looked around the room. "Yes, it is. It's not much, but it what I can afford." He told her. He walked over to the couch and gently put the clothes beside her, "it's okay, it's understandable, I'm a stranger to you. Besides, it does look like you've been through a lot." He then said, having seen the side of the girl's forehead and spotted a bruise, he wasn't sure if he should point it out to her. "Y-you... You really don't remember your name..?" He asked, his expression going back to concern.


He would have waited there for her reply but he had nearly forgotten the food he had left on the stove, "Oh! W-wait just a sec, b-be right back!" He said, panicking and rushing to the kitchen to serve a plate to the nameless girl.
 
The girl would wait for Milo to return with the clothes that he was going to offer towards her. With her lithe and smaller body, she seemed unsure if they would fit her, but at least it's better than the rags she was wearing right now. She'd silently nod at him with a look of gratitude, before placing the clothes onto her lap. "Is there a place where I can change?" She'd ask, before she would be asked about not knowing her name.


She shook her head, a bit saddened that she can't remember much of anything. "No.. I'm afraid I don't. I.." She placed her hand onto the side of her head, as she tried to think really hard. "... All I remember is waking up near the park and making my way there. The park.." She paused, as that particular place seemed to have some importance to her. She did not know why, however. "I feel drawn towards its presence.. yet I do not know why."


She'd blink before the nameless girl watched him flee back into the kitchen, as her tummy begin to rumble in anger once more. The girl blushed, as she'd cling onto her tummy with her hand, as it growled rather loudly. Who knows when the last time she ate some decent food.
 
Milo quickly served the plate and went back into the living room. He placed the food on the nearby coffee table and looked at the girl as she spoke to him. "That's awful that you don't remember your name..? I did find you at the park, was it the area where you possibly got into an accident that maybe... I don't know.." He paused to clear his throat, "m-maybe lost y-your memory?" He finished.


He tried very hard to be gentle with the subject, "It must whole some importance if you were drawn to it.." He then said. Milo looked down at her as she held on to her tummy as well as the clothes that laid in her lap. "Um, if you'd like to change, there is a bathroom right down that hall and to the left..." He gestured in that said direction.
 

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