CHARACTER NAME: Artie Abrams
LOCATION: New York, New York
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
SHIPS: Artie/Chemistry (It usually depends on the RP and how the characters interact, nothing forced.)
PERSONALITY: Hard-working, determined to get over any obstacle, honest, trusting, likes to think he has a good sense of humor.
BIO: Artie has always been used to being on his own if he has to be and enjoys independence. When he moved to New York City, he was set to take on his dream of being in the film industry. Starting as a film studies major at NYU Tische, Artie worked several jobs while attending college. Some of them quite unusual, including pretending to be a cyborg, to taking pictures for small gigs throughout the city. He was never really without work on the plus side. He is a bit more out-going and straight-forward in what he likes to do. When he has a goal he sticks to it and does his best until it is comepleted. If he can take it to the next level, he will do his best. On the other had while he may seem serious with school, he is the type of person who likes to try getting along with others, as long as they don’t step on his toes or hurt his friends. He is extremely optimistic and sometimes people take advantage of his kindness. He is a sweet jokester that sometimes has trouble being mean, but will defend his friends and family if he needs to. Now interning at a local news station, Artie is hoping to get off the ground and set on the long road to what he does best.
(My only question would be if Artie is wheel-chair bound or if this is a more AU direction. I’m fine with either! I just want to be clear.)
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: Pressed against one another on the bed, Artie had to calm himself down again. He was far too easily wrapped up in being with Elle, but he couldn’t help himself. Tangled bodies and lips colliding, he leaned his forehead on hers and brushed his mouth along her nose softly. This had started just from him wanting to kiss her before he left for the store, but being alone in the apartment and his emotions for her always strong, they had gotten carried away and pasta resulted. Letting out a ragged breath, Artie rolled over in the bed with a breathy laugh and sighed out a long breath, brushing the hair out of his face with his hand. “Well then…I suppose I should be heading to get that gift now, huh?” He looks over to her on the bed and tells himself that he needs to draw the motivation to get up and get dressed so he can head to the store briefly. They would have more time for this after.
Once he managed to part from her side after a bit more fooling around, Artie found his discarded boxers and moved to the suitcase to pull out some fresh clothing. Since he would just be running to the store, he didn’t really need to get dressed or anything like that, just a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Looking out the window and seeing that it was raining, Artie threw up his hood and moved back to Elle. “I have my phone on if you need me, it shouldn’t take me too long, though,” he tells her kissing her on the cheek and then the lips again. Not wanting to get carried away again he steps back. “Be back soon, I love you.” He beams to her before grabbing his keys and wallet, stepping out the door and to the front of the apartment where he parked his car.
Slipping in, it feels good to get out of the rain. Thankfully it’s not that cold, though. Artie wasn’t in rush, so he’s not going to speed in this rain. It’s coming down lightly, though so at least he can see the roads. California doesn’t have snow, which is a relief after being in Canada for two months. Arriving at the store, Artie locks up his car and drifts his way through the aisles to the layaway area, where he’s supposed to pick up the Princess kitchen set for Kayla. He had a feeling that she would like it and imagining her face pulling off the wrappings made Sam smile quietly to himself as the clerk went back to retrieve it from the back. They give him a trolley to take it to his car and he loads it carefully in. He has a feeling that he and his brother will have to make it some sort of project to put it together later, but he’s okay with that. Once it’s all loaded up, he makes sure that it is paid for before getting back into the car to head home.
Unfortunately the rain is coming down harder now and Artie knows that he’s going to have to be even more cautious on the streets because of this. He wasn’t really a big fan of driving in cities like this in general because the people were horrible drivers. It was dark and the roads were slick from the rain, which really wasn’t helping at all.
It was clear for the most part until Artie came up to the exit where he was supposed to get off. He thought something was up when the person far ahead didn’t seem to be moving. They weren’t moving. Why weren’t they moving? He pressed his foot on the break, slowing down his car enough so that he wouldn’t hit them. His breaks were almost shrieking as they pressed against the rain and the road to slow down. Even though he was sliding a bit he didn’t hit the tail of the car in front of him.
Coming to a stop, Artie let out a quick breath of relief, feeling his tight insides coming down from a worry before everything in his world was spinning. There was a blackness and lights sparking in his eyes. He couldn’t tell what end was where or what his body was doing in reaction to anything. He just knew that his adrenaline shot up and he felt the silent scream in his head and he willed for things to slow down and for him not to die. He couldn’t die now. No no no. Just no. Something in his mind was telling him not to die. Just as rapidly as it started, it had stopped and Artie’s head was still spinning as his mind tried to work back to figure out what had happened. He was hit and there was a car accident…that much was clear, but his mind was panicking now and telling him that it couldn’t be real. This hadn’t happened to him. His heart was racing and everything felt like it was floating and surreal. He wanted to find his phone instinctively, but he had no idea where that was. All he could smell was burnt rubber mixed with a haze of gas. He had to get out of the car. Now. “Fuck,” was all that he could manage to whisper. His entire body was shaking, but his mind was racing and he needed to get out. His stomach was clenching and telling him that everything was on overload right now. He needed to stay calm before he lost it because he was alive and that’s what mattered most. The car was definitely totaled and he could tell this just looking in the seat behind him that was pushed up enough to almost be in the front seat. The passenger side was just as in ruin. Almost as if some sort of safety bubble kept him alive. He was suddenly very grateful that Elle hadn’t decided to come with him. He wouldn’t have been able to bear it if anything happened to her.
Doing his best to push out of the car, he could hear people scrambling and someone ran up to him. The driver of the pick-up truck that had rear-ended him. “The rain…I couldn’t slow down…are you okay…sir?” He was rambling and Artie couldn’t form proper words to answer, he just went over to the side railing to sit down and calm himself enough to get away from the wreak. Glass was on his shirt, on the ground and everywhere. “Call 911,” was all he managed to spit out. It wasn’t until then that he looked himself over. He had been so startled by everything that he wasn’t even sure if he was okay. Touching his head, it was aching, more or less whiplash to an extent and his mind was still jumping through too many thoughts for him to even be coherent. His left arm then shot in a sudden pain that made him swear. His sweater had caught some blood on it too, but from what? Carefully using his free hand to roll up his sleeve, he saw a gash on his arm. It didn’t run deep, but it was enough to be the source of the pain.
Everything was overwhelming him right now and he knew that he needed to get to Elle, tell her what happened, but god damnit he didn’t know where his phone was right now. Closing his eyes, he will himself to breath and just wait for an ambulance to come. As they arrived on the scene, one of the cops saw his arm and immediately called someone to shunt it on something so that he wouldn’t move it too much. “We’re going to have to backboard you until we get X-Rays sir,” they told him. Sighing deeply, Artie nodded and let them lower and strap him onto this board. He couldn’t make out what they were doing now other than working to lift him onto a stretcher. “Do you know your name? Your age?” They were asking him preliminary things to make sure he was okay. He answered each of them as he was brought into the ambulance. His mind was still trying to make terms with what had happened. Once inside they hooked him to an IV and heart monitor as preliminaries, making sure that he stayed awake and giving him oxygen to calm the nerves. He was sure that it would take him while to sleep either way. Not after that. All he wanted was Elle and for her to be with him. He couldn’t do this alone. He made sure to give them her number as a contact to call as they drove him away with sirens screaming.
YOUR NAME: Z
YOUR AGE: 22