Welcome to Will to Live, a RP set in the fictional town of Monroeville, Maine. Orginally a small fishing village turned college town turned tourist trap, long-time locals are now outnumbered by newcomers in their ever-expanding hometown. Plots are primarily member-driven, with a wide range of interesting and diverse characters to interact with. Feel free to jump right in; fresh perspectives and ideas are always welcome.

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Dec 2 2017, 04:28 PM
time: 8:43pm
contact: carrington haigh
    hey, i just wanted to say i'm sorry for how things ended between us. i was in a really shitty place but that's not an excuse for how i acted the last couple months and certainly not an excuse for how i broke up with you. you don't have to forgive me or anything, or talk to me ever again if you don't want to, but you deserve an apology. i hope you're having a good night.
Nov 28 2017, 03:30 PM
to: Yasmin Tweed-Najafi
time: 5:49pm
    hi, yasmin! i realize this is coming several months after your initial offer, but i'm finally feeling a little more like a person after everything and i was wondering if anything at the paper was still on the table. i completely understand if not.
Oct 30 2017, 03:29 PM
when the child was just a child
it did not know what it was

for Adrienne Kang
outfit: here // lyrics: stillness is the move - dirty projectors


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It's been a long day at work.

Most days are long, but they're getting easier. Lottie is doing better. Not good, but better. She's leaving her room, leaving her house, for reasons that aren't work. She isn't back in school yet, but she's going to start applying soon. New schools. Far away schools. She's going to get the hell out of dodge.

But for now, it's been a long day at work. Still Bernard's, still Monroeville. Still the same customers day in and day out, including (of course, because she's hot and evil and inescapable) Adrienne Kang. Lottie tries to avoid helping her, because she's exhausting. Worse than that, Lottie knows she's been having a hard time, and she wants to help. She doesn't know that Adrie deserves her help, but she still wants to give it. Not that she knows how. And she's pretty convinced Adrienne wouldn't want it, anyway.

But it sucks to see her with bags under her eyes when Lottie's so used to seeing her Collected and Calm, directly at odds with Madison and holding her own. Now she's coming in for coffee in the evenings, and Lottie thinks she's doing better than she has been, too, but she's not good, either. Better, maybe. Not good. She looked tired tonight.

Lottie is closing. Lottie is locking the doors to Bernard's. Lottie is heading to her car, except that when she turns around from locking the doors, Adrienne is there, by her car, looking tired -- no, frustrated. Lottie inhales and then exhales and then speaks.

"Hey, everything okay?"
Jul 16 2017, 01:34 AM
i must have left a thousand times
for Berkley Park
outfit: here


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It’s been seven months, she tells herself. She needs to be leaving the house again, needs to be seeing people again. It’s hard, though. Everyone she used to hang out with is at MC, most of them are Pi Phis, and that still hurts. She doesn’t want it to, but it does; she thinks about campus and cries, she thinks about her sisters and sobs.

That’s not even touching the way she’s still hurt about Carrie, the way she feels guilty about breaking up with her. She knows Carrie took it personally, she knows her well enough to know that. Carrie probably blames herself, and that kills Lottie. Carrie literally did nothing wrong – Lottie just collapsed under pressure. She couldn’t handle dating someone who was still a Pi Phi, she couldn’t handle dating someone who was dating one of her best friends, too. She thought she could handle it. She tried to handle it. But no, her fucking brain

she’s trying not to dwell on that as she gets ready for a night out with Berkley Park, who has been a massive support to Lottie in the past few months. Parker tries, too, but it’s been different between them since he started dating Carrie too, and certainly since she broke up with her. Berkley is a step away from the drama and a step away from Pi Beta Phi, and she’s kind and sweet and Lottie is eternally grateful. Lottie flicks her eyeliner like a big girl and drives her car (an early 2000s model that never belonged on MC’s campus to begin with, like her) to Alibi without crying, and that’s enough for now. She finds Berkley inside at a table for two, live jazz in the background, and she sinks into her chair with a sigh. “Hey,” she says

paints on a smile.
Jan 10 2017, 12:35 AM
you get too high, you'll surely be low
for Madison Darlington
outfit: here


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She's already started packing, resigned to the news.

She also looks like shit today, all dark circles under red eyes, all chewed up nails. The fishtail braid she's wearing is messy in a way that doesn't look like it's supposed to be, and the lack of mascara she's wearing is a pretty obvious clue that she's been crying.

She has one fucking semester left and they're taking it from her.

She texted Madison to meet her at one of the coffee shops on campus. She has no energy to get to Mugshots or somewhere trendier. She's trying to figure out what the fuck to say, cracking her knuckles, chewing her lip. This is fucking ridiculous, and she's going between indignant anger and resigned sadness by the second.

She waves when Madison enters, and she doesn't know how to start.

"Hey," is what comes out, hoarse and tired.
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