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Post by Lea on Dec 5, 2016 17:34:19 GMT -5
"No! You can't do this!" The sound of struggling echoed through the halls. No one could see what was going on, not from behind their doors, but they still rushed to their windows.
A single girl could see what was going on, she was slamming herfist on the window. Her hair and eyes wild, panicked, "No!"
The people in the hall, dressed in white outfits, flanked by men in suits, were trying to pull another girl down the hall. She was struggling, kicking and screaming. She was restrained, pulled into a wheelchair, her arms and legs strapped tight, her head held in place by a strap around her throat.
The girl behind the door screamed an ear-piercing scream, "Quit it!" one of the men dressed in all black slammed his fist against the glass of her door and she fell back, startled, "Or you'll be sent to Termination like this Defunct."
She whimpered, but did not rise. The girl in the wheelchair was screaming, snapping her teeth at her assailants but it was no use. Drool rolled down the side of her lip, her pupils were enlarged. One of the white-dressed men pulled on a needle, a white-dressed female began running her hand through the drooling girls hair, "Shh, it'll all be over soon honey. You're going to be okay."
The girl was still fighting, but as the needle slid into her arm and the syringe pushed, the fight slowly began to leave her and her eyes went dull, she was still drooling, but was now docile and complacent.
"Good girl." both the male and female said in unison, then the man pointed down the hall and she was pushed away. In a matter of moments, they were all gone and the hall was quite again. Through the silence, weeping could be heard, and a squeaky whispered echoed down the hall, "She wasn't defunct. They did this."
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Post by Lea on Dec 5, 2016 17:41:34 GMT -5
Name: last, first Gender: male or female Age: 13-19 years old age
[ hair color | eye color ][ Ability | two personality traits ]
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Post by Lea on Dec 5, 2016 17:44:19 GMT -5
this role play revolves around teenagers with unique abilities. most of them have been here for years. their parents sent them here or they were ordered by the government to be placed here. this facility is part of a government project to weed out those unlike the others. these kids are seen as extremely dangerous, but also very vulnerable to illness. they all have a "time limit". supposedly, at some point they "expire" and begin to drool from the mouth, their limbs move without their approval, and they become animal like - dangerous. often either they deteriorate into insanity or they are injected with the Defunct Infection - but that tends to only be when they are uncooperative and rebellious. this facility is used to study them. many of them "expire" and the lab staff is tasked with eliminating the Defunct Infection so that the government may be able to utilize these children and their abilities - as well as recreate them for adults to create super soldiers. ages: 12-19
As a member of this role play, the goal of your character(s) is to make it through the day to day life of the facility, make friends, and work toward rebellion. Be careful, however, as if you are not you will be caught and sent to Termination, with the excuse that you are defunct.
defunct infection - either occurs naturally or is injected into the teens. their senses deteroriate, they become animal-like and dangerous, limbs flailing and teeth snapping, drool falling from their mouth. The best option for them is to be taken to Termination, as otherwise they will die as eventually oxygen stops making it to the brain and they fall into a coma and die. termination - you know where they put down dogs? Inject the tranquilizer and then the drug that takes away their life? Basically that, expect they're teenagers. the facility - from our characters perspective there is the dorms, the mess hall, the classroom, gym, termination room, laboratories, and shower room. the facility is much larger than that with barracks for the faculty and office space and faux lobby for parents bringing their young teens. abilities - something small, but make them different or unique and make the government scared. Like, super intelligence or strength, or even something as silly as a photographic memory. All of them, however, have their abilities dormant in the presence of ebony. White-dressed - scientists and doctors in complete white garb. Suits - men and women who work as sort of guard service.
dorms - two person rooms, steel doors, ebony tree-wood made beds and beside tables, window on their doors. Can only really see what's in the hall right outside their room. No underside of beds, there are drawers there, with clothing. Their uniforms are grey sweat pants and white shirts with the option of white sweaters or sweatshirts, no pockets. white shoes. girls tend to hair their hair up, boys have military style hair. boys room with boys, girls with girls. the mess hall - one of the only places they're allowed to converse. hey're watched like hawks, but they're fed the best food money can buy. they can make the choice based on meal options and are allowed to bring cookies and cakes back to their room if meal time ends before they are completed eating. the classroom - set in rows and they're not allowed to converse. typically only the teacher is in there. a different teacher everyday, the same six teachers each week. sundays they get off for religious freedoms and showering and laundry. the laundry room - multiple dryers and washers. laundry is done on sundays and wednesdays. 13-15 year year olds wash their close on wednesdays, 16-19 year olds wash their clothes on sundays. the gym - large room, one side is like a court - basketball - the other has workout machines like treadmills and steps. weights here too. free to talk here, but again watched like hawks. there are "blind spots" here where conversations can occur. termination room - not much is known, other than it exists. shower room - a giant shower. girls shower in the morning on sundays and wednesdays, boys shower in the evenings. talking is allowed but discouraged, not really watched, limit security. restrooms are also in here, must be accompanied by a suit to use the restroom. Laboratories - like doctors offices. blood work done every two weeks, check ups every week, supplements given daily.
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Post by Lea on Dec 5, 2016 17:46:21 GMT -5
1. this is an advanced role play. this means detailed role play posts, good grammar and spelling, ect. I understand that sometimes you are unable to do this, if you only type up a few sentences it's fine, as long as you don't make a habit of it. 2. activity is important, but I personally know that there are days where I am absent or just not up to role playing. All I ask for is one or two days per week, if not more. 3. general forum rules apply. 4. these kids aren't going to use very many swear words, therefore keep them to a minimum. In the sense of language, keep it PG. Violence at PG-13 and romance at PG if not G, this isn't a romance role play so let's keep it that way. 5. I used to be better with rules and have long lists and yeah, but senioritis has made me kinda lazy in most everything so here are my five rules. ya'know, no perfect characters and all that fun stuff. If you have any questions on whether something is okay or not, please ask. um, genders don't have to be even but don't let there be 20+ girls and like five boys. and um yeah, have fun!
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Post by Lea on Dec 5, 2016 17:49:31 GMT -5
[ 2m | 2f ]
Holmes, Gideon [13m] [ brown | green ] [ invisibility | anxious and shy ]
Rochester, Amanda [15f] [ blonde | blue ] [ gravity | observant and resilent ]
Adamson, Rachel [18f] [ brunette | brown ] [ dream walking | two personality traits ]
Guy, Lester [19m] [ brunette | hazel ] [ dream walking | two personality traits ]
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Post by Lea on Dec 5, 2016 17:52:45 GMT -5
[ thank you for your interest! Don't worry about length descriptions, I would much rather prefer you to have more room for character development and also jump right in. There is a character page Defunt ➧ the Children - this page is optional to post on and you can decorate your post however you want and put your characters together at your own pace. ]
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Post by LiliesoftheDawn on Dec 6, 2016 20:43:57 GMT -5
Name: Cleremont, Alice Gender: female Age: 16
[ copper | hazel ][ Plant Manipulation | Passionate yet Wary ] Name: Moore, Roman Gender: male Age: 14
[ blonde | brown ][ Metal Manipulation | Outgoing and Impulsive ] (I can give more description if needed, of course.)
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Post by Lea on Dec 7, 2016 17:50:22 GMT -5
LiliesoftheDawn - I don't need more description c: If you want to elaborate on your characters for your reference you can use the character page
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Post by LiliesoftheDawn on Dec 7, 2016 18:52:33 GMT -5
(Alright, thanks! I'll probably put something together in a bit. I'm still not the best at bbcode, and I'd like it to look nice.)
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Post by LiliesoftheDawn on Dec 7, 2016 19:06:13 GMT -5
(I was a lot better at html too. There were somethings I couldn't do, of course, and I was pretty rusty because I hadn't used html for a while before we switched over, but BBCode kind of confuses me. I'm mostly sticking to the built in stuff write now because I have't really had the time to relearn.)
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Post by Lea on Dec 7, 2016 22:40:40 GMT -5
WIP STARTER POST
Monday, Date Unknown:
7:00 a.m. - Morning Class The lights were dim, silence deafening. For only a moment, however. At the moment the clock at the end of the hall hit 7:00 a.m., the steel door below it was thrown open with a clang. Bright, white lights flickered on in the hall, and in each room lined down the hall a yellow light turned on. An automated voice rang throughout the halls, into the rooms, "You have five minutes to dress." An army of men and women in black suits rushed own the halls and positioned themselves, in pairs, outside each room. One woman dressed in white walked down the hall with a check list. She stopped at the last room and when the time went five minutes, she snapped her fingers and the first door was opened. The suits stepped into the room, grabbing each of the teens sitting on their beds by both arms and pulling them out of the room. They didn't struggle, or look concerned, it was almost as if this were a daily thing. The woman wrote something down on her checklist, then walked behind the men as they walked toward the steel door, but she stopped at the door beside the last and nodded to the next pair of Suits. Same thing happened with this room as the last. An again in the next room, and the next, and then on the other side of the hall the same took place. The Suits were walking these teens to a room, the door left open. A teacher-looking older man stood beside a black board, hands behind his back. The teens were brought in, put in seats, and then left. Once all of them were in, the door clattered shut and it was just the teacher-looking man and a handful of Suits, "Good morning class." Mr. Kiest was the teacher; he taught them history and etiquette.
9:00 a.m. - Breakfast Class was long, drawn out, and boring. Once finished, Mr. Kiest let out a sigh and muttered the word Dismissed. The students stood and formed a line to the door. Half of the Suits took the lead, a few took the sides of the group, and a few took the position of the caboose. The students were led to a large dinning room. Immediately upon entering, the kids picked seats, linked arms with friends, or headed to the meal line - they looked like regular kids. The Suits stood to the side and back of the room, keeping their eyes on the teens at all times. At the head of the room sat a group of White Dressed Men and Women, observing the teens.
Adamson, Rachel ↓ She had chosen to sit down upon entering, choosing a seat near the meal line. She knew better than to jump right into the meal line. All the rowdier boys took line first and they were like a pack of wild dogs. Rachel was easily made bored by History. She could retain the information pretty easily and she spent most of the time day dreaming. Two hours worth of class was torture to her, but at least the morning class wasn't as long as the others. What, with the morning routine, at least fifteen minutes were stolen from class time. Rachel's room was near the middle end of the hall. These days she shared a room with no one. They still positioned two Suits at her door each morning. She wasn't dangerous. She was sarcastic and bratty, but not dangerous. She had a good swing and powerful legs, but she was tiny and what could she do? She was like a gnat. Rachel tapped her knuckle on the table, waiting for someone to come sit with her. Since her roommate had gone Defunt she'd been pretty lonely, with no one to talk to at night. Her sleep was restless lately and she was more irritable than usual. Depression and loneliness was slowly creeping up on her, but her aim was to not let it take root. She knew stories of depression falling into insanity and then Defunct-ness, she didn't want to go to Termination. As much as she hated it here, she didn't want to die - because that's what happened in Termination. She rather stick with this boring life than meet her maker. Actually, she wanted to meet him and give him a piece of her mind. Why in the hell would you make me like this? That's the first thing she would ask him. She could wait though. With her knuckles, tapped her toes, a song by her own creation playing in her head. I hate it here / Blah blah blah / History is a bore / Show me the door outta hereeeeee. She narrowed her eyes at the White Dressed adults, She fought the urge to give them the bird.
Guy, Lester ↓ Not necessarily in line yet, he was nearby, just waiting for it to thin out so he could not have to fight over anything - not that they needed to anyhow, some boys just wanted what other boys wanted. He was picking at his nails, not really watching everyone else. He was more-so listening to the chaos. Anyone in their right mind would prefer to stay out of the wild animal drama of teenage boys, even teenage boys.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Dec 8, 2016 17:37:21 GMT -5
Name: Calvner, Caden Gender: male Age: 18 years old [ Naturaly a dark red | dark brown ] [ Fire Manipulation | defiant, lazy ]
Name: Basil, Anabelle Gender: female Age: 13 years old [ dull brown | dark brown with an amber ting ] [ Extreme Luck | Ditzy, Clumsy]
Name: Valentine, Ashlyn Gender: female Age: 15 years old [ blond | green ] [ Feeds on life energy | Elegant, strategic ]
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Post by LiliesoftheDawn on Dec 9, 2016 17:01:13 GMT -5
(Anyone on?)
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Post by Lea on Dec 9, 2016 19:05:12 GMT -5
Monday, Date Unknown:
7:00 a.m. - Morning Class The lights were dim, silence deafening. For only a moment, however. At the moment the clock at the end of the hall hit 7:00 a.m., the steel door below it was thrown open with a clang. Bright, white lights flickered on in the hall, and in each room lined down the hall a yellow light turned on. An automated voice rang throughout the halls, into the rooms, "You have five minutes to dress."
An army of men and women in black suits rushed own the halls and positioned themselves, in pairs, outside each room. One woman dressed in white walked down the hall with a check list. She stopped at the last room and when the time went five minutes, she snapped her fingers and the first door was opened. The suits stepped into the room, grabbing each of the teens sitting on their beds by both arms and pulling them out of the room. They didn't struggle, or look concerned, it was almost as if this were a daily thing. The woman wrote something down on her checklist, then walked behind the men as they walked toward the steel door, but she stopped at the door beside the last and nodded to the next pair of Suits. Same thing happened with this room as the last. An again in the next room, and the next, and then on the other side of the hall the same took place.
The Suits were walking these teens to a room, the door left open. A teacher-looking older man stood beside a black board, hands behind his back. The teens were brought in, put in seats, and then left. Once all of them were in, the door clattered shut and it was just the teacher-looking man and a handful of Suits, "Good morning class." Mr. Kiest was the teacher; he taught them history and etiquette.
9:00 a.m. - Breakfast Class was long, drawn out, and boring. Once finished, Mr. Kiest let out a sigh and muttered the word Dismissed. The students stood and formed a line to the door. Half of the Suits took the lead, a few took the sides of the group, and a few took the position of the caboose. The students were led to a large dinning room. Immediately upon entering, the kids picked seats, linked arms with friends, or headed to the meal line - they looked like regular kids. The Suits stood to the side and back of the room, keeping their eyes on the teens at all times. At the head of the room sat a group of White Dressed Men and Women, observing the teens.
Adamson, Rachel ↓ She had chosen to sit down upon entering, choosing a seat near the meal line. She knew better than to jump right into the meal line. All the rowdier boys took line first and they were like a pack of wild dogs. Rachel was easily made bored by History. She could retain the information pretty easily and she spent most of the time day dreaming. Two hours worth of class was torture to her, but at least the morning class wasn't as long as the others. What, with the morning routine, at least fifteen minutes were stolen from class time. Rachel's room was near the middle end of the hall. These days she shared a room with no one. They still positioned two Suits at her door each morning. She wasn't dangerous. She was sarcastic and bratty, but not dangerous. She had a good swing and powerful legs, but she was tiny and what could she do? She was like a gnat.
Rachel tapped her knuckle on the table, waiting for someone to come sit with her. Since her roommate had gone Defunt she'd been pretty lonely, with no one to talk to at night. Her sleep was restless lately and she was more irritable than usual. Depression and loneliness was slowly creeping up on her, but her aim was to not let it take root. She knew stories of depression falling into insanity and then Defunct-ness, she didn't want to go to Termination. As much as she hated it here, she didn't want to die - because that's what happened in Termination. She rather stick with this boring life than meet her maker. Actually, she wanted to meet him and give him a piece of her mind. Why in the hell would you make me like this? That's the first thing she would ask him. She could wait though.
With her knuckles, tapped her toes, a song by her own creation playing in her head. I hate it here / Blah blah blah / History is a bore / Show me the door outta hereeeeee. It had been years since she had actually listened to music, the last song she remembers is something about Timber? Idk, she knew that whatever song it was, was a lot older than she was.
She narrowed her eyes at the White Dressed adults, She fought the urge to give them the bird. From the time spent in what she deemed the real world, she had caught on quickly to the things older kids did and for years now she had been teaching the younger kids stuff they shouldn't be doing or saying. The adults got frustrated, it was a small victory. Speaking of adults, she knew that she was legally one now. She wondered where her rights were at. Right out the door, honey. She thought to herself. Rachel rolled her eyes, then looked around the mess hall.
oops I said Amanda, I meant Rachel xD
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Post by LiliesoftheDawn on Dec 9, 2016 20:02:19 GMT -5
Alice shuffled out of the door to the history classroom, a handle full of people behind the middle of the line. Though she was slightly excited for lunch, as she always was, she was not looking forward to the etiquette class after their lunch. She rose up on her toes slightly as they walked, hoping to get a glimpse of one of her friends. Said friend roomed far enough from her that it was often difficult to spot her in the morning walk towards the class. She always worried, the fact that her parents had given her up to the facility without a fight taking all of her trust. She didn't trust that any of her friends were safe, and even less so herself. She fell back on her heels as she walked, having found nothing. Finally, the children reached the cafeteria and broke the line. Alice gave up on finding her friend for the moment, the rush and random movement of everyone else would certainly block her view. So Alice wandered through the cafeteria before settling down onto a chair at one of tables near the start of the line. After she sat, she looked up to see one of the older girls across from her. She offered her a smile, mind mostly distracted with the class she'd just finished.
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Post by _Shinx_ on Dec 9, 2016 22:14:25 GMT -5
Anabelle walked into the mess hall, the two med who had escorted her there suddenly gone. It was her first day here and she was really confused. Why had her parents given her up? Was she really that bad? What even was this place? She'd heard rumors enough to know it wasn't any good. Her dark brown eyes looked around the room, her eyes catching on the line of rowdy boys trying to get food and she decided it would be best not to try get food at the moment. She spotted a mostly empty table and decided her might as well sit down, talk to somebody. She was always good with most things, getting B's on tests when she'd just guess, talking to people she didn't know without them thinking she was weird. It was nice. She walked toward the table, but her foot caught on something and she tripped, pulling her arms in a wall to cushion her face, elbows skimming the floor as her body made impact. That was another thing. She was totally clumsy in this place, nothing like her normal life. Maybe she was just having a streak of bad luck. Anabelle pushed herself to her feet with a grimace, heading back toward the table. She sat down next to one of the girls at the table, facing the other. "H-hello." She said, calling up a friendly smile, despite her mixed emotions. -- "Yesssss! Got through the lunch line without any bruises!" Caden laughed, sitting at a table with a bunch of his friends. He set his tray on the table with a clang, the bland food seeming like the best thing since that night's sleep. He put a spoon through his food and stuck it in his mouth, listening as his friends told the only interesting stories there were to tell, dreams. The adults don't really like his messy red hair, but they'd given up, maybe they didn't mind as long as he didn't do anything against them. He barely noticed the new girl, only concerned with his clique of friends.
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