Possible RP ideas for my char (Char = Character) and other char's in my group RP

Char: Dani/Drake | Idea/Route 8 | POV: Dani

I sat there on the walkway silently, my gaze looking around anxiously.

Where was he?

Ever since we got back from my clone's captivity, he hasn't been the same.

I'm worried about him.

What if he got hurt?

What if it was his own doing?

What if he got taken again?

What if it was because of her again?

I sighed, laying back against the wood.

Worry won't do much good, I have to find him.

He's going to be fine.

He's going to be alright.

We're going to be alright.

...

I sat up, glancing at the night sky once more.

All of the memories rushed into my mind. All the pain. The happiness. Those moments of confusion. The times where we'd just sit outside and look at the sky.

Everything.

I pushed myself off the ledge, waving my hand so that the 20 foot drop would have a thick flowerbed at the bottom, which would soften my fall. I continued forward, my eyes searching for that head of black hair I knew so well.

It took me 2 hours.

And I still didn't find him.

After a while, I decided to head back.

Who knew.

Who knew he'd be stumbling up the walkway, waltzing around it.

I knew I had no right to angry.

He was a grown man.

If he wants to go out, he can go out.

But something ignited inside me.

A fire.

Anger.

Rage.

Concern.

Hate.

Hate for myself, not for him.

So why did I take it out on him?

I snapped my fingers, a dent in the ground forming. I took a few steps back before sprinting towards the dent, using it to push myself up to a branch, which I used to turn and land on the walkway.

"What the hell are you doing back here so late? It's 1 in the fucking morning."

Now in front of him, I realized why he was literally waltzing up the steps.

He was drunk.

Heavily so.

"Have you been drinking? What the hell, Drake; you could've gotten fucking hurt." I pinched the bridge of my nose, my eyes narrowing in irritation and anger.

"So? Doesn't exactly add up to this." He pointed up to his eyes, them being no longer of use.

Back when we were in my clone's captivity, she blinded him eternally. 

My clone.

Blinded him.

"So? Fact is, you could've been hurt. And you're willing to so willingly dismiss that?"

"Does it look like I give a shit, woman?" His words were slurred, pauses often in between them.

"Does it look like I'm in the mood to deal with your shit?"

The second I said it, I wanted to take it back.

Fuck.

He paused, his eyes moving to my general direction, though it wasn't centered on me due to obvious reasons.

"I should've let you fell."

I froze, my entire body practically turning to ice.

My memory rushed in.

The cliff.

I jumped.

He caught me.

And now, he has a limp.

He got hurt because of me.

Twice.

I made him both blind, and slightly disabled.

I watched as he turned, stumbling his way over to his hut.

I stayed there, unwilling to move.

I didn't want to move.

If I moved, the weight would fall.

His words would sink in.

And I'd feel utterly alone.

As I was.

I didn't have a choice though, I couldn't stand out there. I took a step forward, and instantly fell to my knees. My body shuddered and quaked, an endless amount of shaking wracked through me. 

I nearly threw up.

My body convulsed, arching over the ground in preparation of my lunch getting spewed across the walkway.

'What the hell is wrong with you.'

'You did this.'

'You bitch.'

'You can't do anything right.'

'You should've died.'

'You should die.'

'Die.'

'DIE.'

I gripped at my head, nearly pulling my hair out.

I had to get out of here.

I pushed myself off of the ground, stumbling toward my hut. 

The second I got in, I fell to my knees, an emotional cry of pain wracking through my body once again. I dragged my nails across the floor helplessly, as if I was trying to grip something. Each time, a claw mark would be scratched into the wood.

I turned my head, a glint catching my eye.

Glass.

I needed peace.

I needed her to leave.

I needed her to leave my head.

I dragged myself over to the bottle, smashing it open without a moment's hesitation.

Taking the glass shard, I held it to my arm.

And cut the pain away.