These are two ocs who aren't in any of my current WIPs, but I thought of them and came up with their lore like months ago, so I figured why not put them in a roleplay server and see how it's like writing them?
Because this is self-rp, keep in mind that its very dialouge based, and there's barely any setting description since this is all takes place in a pre-existing setting in the series this server is roleplaying!
I'd still like to give some backstory though. This roleplay server is based off of the Gone series by Michael Grant, a six book series where the plot is essentially that everyone over 14 suddenly disappeared, and all the characters are in this indestructible dome, and no one knows what it's made of.
This scene takes place just a few hours after the disappearance, but you'll notice there's already chaos.
(also if youre interested in learning more about the series, make sure to follow my fandom side-blog, @cainesmirrorminion)
Finally onto the scene ^^
A dark cloud loomed over town, any store that sold food had already been looted of most of it's tasty treats. The atmosphere was post-apocalyptic, despite it only being a few hours since the adults disappeared.
Two boys had stuck together and kept on the outskirts of town, the shorter of the two walked ahead of his brother, holding his hand and leading him.
Away from town and all it's chaos, to ralphs, where they'd find something instant to cook and eat.
Mateo, the younger of the two, rambled all the way to the store, his brother followed and silently nodded along, only speaking to make small comments.
"It's gonna be a total dystopian wasteland and no time!" Mateo exclaimed, "If there's already a fire, just imagine how bad it's gonna get later!"
Polo didn't want to think about later, already the world was too unpredictable for his liking, he'd had a meltdown just moments after finding out all the adults were gone. Thankfully, his brother was there for him, just like he always was.
Polo was still incredibly anxious, but his brother's hand in his brought him warmth and comfort, as well as a feeling of familiarity in a whole new world, so he was able to control his emotions a little better.
"It's gonna be like Urinetown." Mateo suddenly said.
"We'll have to pay to pee and we'll all be too poor too so we'll try to use the bathrooms anyway and instead get killed by two police officers with a homoerotic relationship?" Polo asked.
Mateo rolled his eyes, "No, Polido. The deeper messages of it are what I mean, about conserving water and stuff."
Polo didn't understand why his brother associated conserving water with a musical, but he didn't question it.
"So, to prevent it, we have to be rich! We have to be Caldwell B. Cladwell, you get it?"
"Ugh!" Mateo suddenly stopped, frustrated, "We have to be greedy businessmen if we wanna survive!"
"Do you know anything about businees?" Polo asked.
"Don't get smart with me!" his brother snapped, "There's books like, everywhere, I can read one and figure everything out."
"It'll be harder than that to run a business," Polo reasoned, "If it was that easy, wouldn't everyone have a business?"
"No because most people are lazy," Mateo retaliated, "But I'm not, I'll be a businessman, I'll tax people for using the bathroom and all that. Are you gonna be there with me or are you just gonna crush my dreams!?"
"I'll be there." Polo replied with a small nod.
He didn't want to leave his brother, and it wasn't like it would be super hard to start a business in a world with only kids. Or a dome with only kids, Polo had heard some talk about an indestructible dome, which made him remember that he wanted to measure the circumference of it.
He looked around but there was no end in sight, everything just looked how it normally did, he looked up at the sky too, and it seemed as limitless as always. He didn't bring up the barrier to his brother, Mateo wouldn't care about measuring the circumference of anything.
The boys entered the grocery store, Mateo let go of Polo's hand and walked around, hands on his hips. On the counter, Polo noticed some coins and paper bills, people must've paid before taking stuff out.
Had everyone paid? If everyone paid why did they refer to it as looting? Looting was stealing, wasn't it? If kids paid then they were just shopping, making a mess, sure, but still shopping.
He approached the counter and began counting the money left outside the cash register.
Mateo was already in the pasta and rice aisle, looking for instant noodles. Some kids must've had the same idea as him, because the shelf was almost empty.
He was grateful to find some instant food packages, and grabbed all that was left.
"Can't run a business my ass.." he mumbled, "Businessmen think about the future, am I not thinking about the future right now?"
He looked to his left, where he assumed his brother would be standing, but he was the only person in the aisle.
"Polo." his brother replied loudly.
Mateo huffed, he held all the instant pasta and noodles he could carry in his arms and made his way to the counter and left the pasta and noodles on it, then he looked around for the unmistakable bright blond hair, before marching into the snacks aisle, where his brother was standing, holding one finger up and muttering to himself.
"Ugh," Mateo frowned, "You're supposed to assist me, what the hell are you doing here!? Chips are tasty, but they're not gonna last us long."
Polo looked down at him, "Canned food will last us."
Mateo's nose scrunched in disgust, "Have you ever opened any canned foods? The smell is horrible, that on it's own is enough to stop me from wanting to get it!"
"Canned pineapples don't smell bad." Polo said, "We can get those."
"I hate pineapples," Mateo hissed, "You should know that."
"You didn't mind them a while ago."
"Well I mind them now! Why are we talking about pineapples anyway!?" he crossed his arms, "Listen, all I'm willing to get is spam and sausages, so we can make pasta and sausages, and spam's not bad when fried."
"It's really salty." Polo muttered, more to himself than his brother.
"And if you want any chips, get them, don't just stand around doing nothing." Mateo looked at the few chip bags left, "It's not like you've got much options anyway."
"It's not about that." Polo shook his head, "I counted the money on the counter, now I'm calculating the price of the stuff missing to make sure no one stole."
Of course Polo had given himself a ridiculous task to stay busy, Mateo sighed loudly, visibly frustrated at how easily distracted his brother was.
"You really think a bunch of kids didn't steal with no police around!?" Mateo demanded.
Polo stared at him with the same blank expression he usually had, and then Mateo felt the need to clarify that it wasn't an actual question.
"Obviously they did, Polo. You don't need to count how much the store lost, let's just go now, alright?" he asked, sounding tired.
It took Mateo a lot to be patient with his brother right now, it seemed he wasn't aware of the fact that there was a fire in town, and that kids would be behaving like rabid dogs soon enough. They had to take care of themselves, and they only had each other.
But no, what mattered to Polo was that no one stole, not the fact that the adults were gone and they didn't know for how long!
Mateo always knew his brother was unusual, even as toddlers, Polo just didn't seem to think the same way others did. As they grew older, Mateo noticed Polo didn't care the same way he did, he processed things differently. Over time Mateo had grown used to his brother's strange behavior, he had grown fond of it.
The same pattern Polo always seemed to follow, his strangely endearing worries about things that didn't really matter that much. Mateo had memorised his brother's daily pattern, it brought him comfort watching Polo walk to the same places, drink the same thing, eat the same things, even behave the same way.
It was something he loved about his brother, that no matter what Mateo went through in his day, no matter how crappy, no matter how good, Polo would be in his bedroom, finishing up homework, listening to classical music, and then talking to Mateo about some new thing he'd engineered, before happily showing it to him.
Polo was predictable, he had his meltdowns, but Mateo always knew how to handle those, he seemed to be the only person able to comfort him.
There was never anything intense with Polo, he was never dramatic, he'd bounce back quickly, and his range of emotions was easy to understand.
Now it felt like all the traits he'd come to appreciate in his brother were inefficient. Mateo had to think about the worst case scenario, that the adults wouldn't come back, that their mother was dead and they were now orphans.
If that was the case, then they had to be smart, they couldn't stand around wasting time thinking about who stole what or counting money.
Polo completely ignored Mateo's statement, instead he turned back to the almost empty aisle and continued staring at it.
"It doesn't fucking matter, Polo!" he snapped, "Just turn away and let's go, grab a bag or two if you want, but just- you can't be like this, okay?"
Polo took a few more minutes of staring at the aisle, then he nodded to himself, and turned back to his brother, "A few people definitely stole."
Mateo had already turned away by the time Polo spoke, and made his way back to the counter, silently picking up all the noodle and pasta packages again, before glaring at his brother.
"Pay from your allowance if you're so against stealing." Mateo spat, before walking out of the store, dropping some bags on instant noodles on the floor behind him.
Polo couldn't believe his eyes, he thought he knew Mateo better than anyone, he thought he understood him, he thought Mateo could do no wrong. But right now, before his very eyes, he was doing wrong!
The world around him had come crashing, and his brother along with it. He thought Mateo was perfect, as perfect as a person could get. He was a hard worker, he knew what he wanted and fought tooth and nail to get it, he was the most talented person Polo knew.
As a singer, as a dancer, as an actor, just as a performer he was perfect.
But as a person… Was he not perfect as a person?
Polo reached into his pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill, just for now, until he got to count what Mateo had taken and pay for it accordingly.
Before leaving, Polo grabbed some sausages as they had discussed, and left the money for them on the counter.