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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 11, 2017 18:40:35 GMT -5
mintedstar/fur🦇So I'm fine with starting over (cuz its been at least a year) or resuming where we remember leaving off Also definitely open to a new plot entirely (which could be with the same characters or new ones) I'm all for whatever is easiest honestly. ...I'm lazy but i put effort into said laziness
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 11, 2017 18:47:32 GMT -5
Oh great. I'm restarting a RP with someone as non-committal as myself. Because I'm good with any of the three as well. I remember very little of the old RP, so that would actually make things hard if we just tried to restart it from where we remember leaving off. I'm up for either restarting it at the beginning or a new plot entirely. Have any alternate RP plot and we could sort of weigh those again the old RP plot?
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 11, 2017 18:57:04 GMT -5
At least neither of us will have super high expectations to meet And same I remember parts but there's like an 80% chance that they're actually just made up by my subconcious or something to make me feel better If my grandpa quality memory serves the first plot was something like A runs into B in the woods, and B is super self absorbed and doesn't talk to people. Then somehow the two become friends and A starts to realize people can't see B But we could always put twists on that if we wanted a new plot like change up whats wrong with B or make A some super natural journalist, a nonbeliever, etc.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 11, 2017 19:53:05 GMT -5
Sorry for late reply. Things are going to get busy over here. ^^
This is true. I remember that Mary was looking into pools of water, at her reflection. My character had something that she didn't like with her dad. She was bored, ect. There might have been something about a cafe?
Yep. That sounds about right. There was also something about the town, but I can't remember...
Honestly, Eveline is perfect for super natural journalist. xD
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 11, 2017 20:00:42 GMT -5
Its all good!
Yeah there was some very intense description in the first few posts. I think they agreed to go get tea or something, and that's when things got weird?
The only thing I remember about the town is that it was on the edge of a creepy forest
Then go with that. Maybe she's visiting the town to go check out the forest? I think there will be plenty of changes from my end (cuz I won't remember what I had before) but for the most part all of the important details are gonna stay the same.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 11, 2017 22:45:13 GMT -5
Something like that. Yeah, same. Works for me. Pretty much, the reactions will be the same, but there really isn't much for me to edit, since I just changed her name when I started using her again.
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 11, 2017 23:44:50 GMT -5
Now it's to step up my game and write things like a pro. After putting a period on the end of that sentence, I am feeling confident. I should not let myself get too bold but its happening anyway. So long as there's nothing I'm forgetting to go over, I'm going to do a starter post (from the beginning of course) and then we can go whatever way we want with it. It doesn't have to be exactly like the original
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 12, 2017 0:10:03 GMT -5
That works with me. Speaking as someone who will probably be adding a 'last edit: so-and-so hours ago by mintedstar/fur' at the end of all her posts, there is nothing to worry about.
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 12, 2017 0:20:05 GMT -5
Boy am I out of practice oml))
The woods was not far from the town, but it was superstition that kept the people out. 'A forest of bad luck,' they said. 'A scourge upon the land.' It had always been that way; one could ask any living soul. As long as anyone could remember, they merely kept their distance. But once, it had been traveled; once it had been paved. That path was overgrown and traveled by few.
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The night breeze was soft and gentle, lifting and swaying the silver boughs of the weeping willows. The leaves seemed to almost glitter like metal; solid, unbreakable, lifeless. All was dead, cold and beautiful in this forest of silver; the trees with their trunks of ash, the stones seemingly made of glass, the broken marble docks. Even the flowers that bloomed at the banks of the scattered pools had petals the colour of snow. Bushes of strange dark vines curled up into the inky sky, reaching like fingers hoping to hold the moon.
The water was still, sparkling like a mirror. The ruins of the old structure had crumbled into the pond, marble columns peeking from the water’s surface. The whole world around the pools was reflected, making it impossible to see beneath the surface. Far from the shallows, the largest could have been hundreds of feet deep.
Even with the landscape seeming to be made of moonlight, her own reflection the most lovely sight by far.
She lay atop the fallen pillar, leaning over its edge to marvel at what she saw. The woman’s skin was pale like porcelain, and her was hair inky and black. It hung loosely around her neck, seeming to drip off of her shoulders, hanging in the water. She wore a dove grey dress, one that went down to her ankles. The skirt was split on either side, reaching halfway up her thighs.
Her soft blue eyes were the only colour in a land of black and white.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 12, 2017 1:50:22 GMT -5
They'd told her not to go, of course. They'd said she was foolish, that it was cursed, that it was worse than walking under a ladder holding a black cat and walking on mirrors or somesuch nonsense that she'd completely ignored. But that was the reason she was going... to find out why they seemed to think it such a forbidden place. The path was overgrown, but clearly others had walked these woods before. They needed to, to have made the path. Didn't that mean it wasn't as 'cursed' as the people in town all said? There was a pencil tucked behind one ear, mousy brown hair handing in loose curls around her shoulders. In this place, it seemed like her green shirt and brown hair were the only color against the silver and grey. Even her light blue-grey eyes fit right in. Her chuckle seemed loud in this quiet, but it also seemed muffled, like didn't quite fit in. But the woman hardly noticed, her steps taking her further down the path. She ducked under low hanging tree branches and tried to make sure that she didn't get her hair caught in it, but she hardly seemed to mind walking around like this, hunched over half the time. What lay at the end of the path? Did someone, or maybe animals, continue to walk down it? So many question that she somehow needed to answer.
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 12, 2017 2:59:23 GMT -5
It was dangerous in there, and easy to get lost. The later in the evening, the more wicked it became. When the moon was not directly overhead, the thick vines blotted out the sky. It was mysterious. It was dark. It was all of the things that kept young children up at night, and more. Perhaps it was the inspiration for nightmares, the beginnings of a real life horror story? Surely nothing could in such a vile place.
Only, when the darkness fell within the trees, the air would slowly fill with fireflies the colour of blood.
The real animals were long gone. Here, one would expect ravens or wolves; giant wolves, six feet tall, maybe. But there was none of that. No life. No movement. In the clearing, there was the illusion of life, of movement. In the clearing, at the end of the winding trail, there was Mary. She had found the perfect place, where the trees gave way to let the sky bask in her radiance. Here, she could glow. Here, she did not have to let the wicked thoughts gnaw at her brain, burrowing their way inside her head. They festered, they rotted.
There was a whole woods of things left to explore, but she rarely did that anymore. She had wandered the trails -the main road and its many false ones- until she found this place. It was perfect here; perfect like her. The unnatural colours, the shifting and changing of the forest… all of it she was used to. She was the queen of this place. Self proclaimed, but it didn’t matter. She was the only one she had to impress out here, and she certainly did that.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 13, 2017 1:46:36 GMT -5
(Sorry for late reply. Both today and tomorrow are busy for me.)
The figure continued to move, even though she had long ago lost track of the path she had been following. If the dark forest unnerved her, if the blood red fireflies were odd in her view, if she expected some wild animal to just out at her at any second...well, she never showed it. She seemed far to interested in the adventure she had found. It was just something out of the ordinary and her life needed that more than anything. It fueled her life and she couldn't help but grin every now and again, glad that she could finally find something to entertain her. A foot stepped on a twig, sending a sharp 'snap' into the quiet, and she paused. Suddenly she wondered if it was possible that anyone had heard that. Suddenly, at the noise, her excitement had broken just a little. She didn't belong here. Why hadn't she noticed before? When her clothes and hair had stood out, when she had first wondered off the path, why couldn't she have noticed before. Yet she moved forward still, knowing she was lost and that getting back to the town she had left behind would not be as simple as turning around and walking back. It was continue onward or walk in circles. The silver moonlight lit up her pale eyes, but other than that, she seemed invisible in the darkness. Pushing her hand out in front of her, she pulled away a tree branch, ready to duck under it. Then she paused. Frozen, she looked out on the clearing and the woman standing there and every atom in her body just stopped. I shouldn't be here...still rang in her head and slowly, she let the branch go, backing up a couple of steps. She shouldn't be here.
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 13, 2017 2:38:16 GMT -5
Don't worry about it. Life always comes before rp )) Movement in the trees caught her eyes and she whirled, scattering droplets of water everywhere in her haste. She stood tense, like a deer ready to flee. But she did not run; se listened. Could she hear a heart beat, could she her labored, fearful breaths? She walked forward slowly. The woman did not slip in the shallows, but as she moved, she she felt the ice water soaking into the soles of her bare feet. She edged forward, her steps silent now. Something had moved out there. Other than insects, other than trees. Something lost, something lonely, something scared. Mary lifted her skirts and walked across the shallow part of the pond, stopping on the far bank. The soft ashy grass underfoot felt smooth and gentle, a sharp contrast to the unforgiving stoney bed. She wiggled her toes, enjoying the familiar comforts. There was only so much pleasure one could get out of routine. Tonight was going to be farther from the usual occurrences than any other had ever been. This meant change. People out here was a change. Mary hated change. She hated it almost as much as the people hated the woods; the loathing was there and came in the form of a fiery rage. It had always been there and wasn't going away. She would watch for now. Perhaps if she was lucky, this stray creature had come to drown itself, and she could watch. Or perhaps it just wanted to wander. The creatures didn't wander much anymore, and other than the insects, there wasn't anything here left to be wandering. Quite the change indeed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 14, 2017 22:44:03 GMT -5
(The contrasting pair these two make. )
Eveline waited, quiet, breathing as shallowly as possible. Her breath played against the leaves of the tree branch she had pushed aside and she couldn't seem to move. So she watched Mary, just as the other lady seemed to be watching her, though she really hoped that the other woman wasn't aware of her gaze. Her view was greatly hindered by the tree branch in her way, but it also hid the deep green of her shirt from sight, so she didn't try to move it to see more. Her breath tickled in her throat again, too quiet for her to hear, but it still felt so loud.
What should she do? Should she say something, or should she try to move away without the other woman noticing? Why was she here?
Her hand twitched a little, like she was almost going to close it. But instead, she wanted to grab at something in her pocket. No one was supposed to enter these woods, yet Eveline had been right. People had to have walked those paths. That must mean that this place wasn't cursed. But that didn't explain why the woman was here.
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Post by The Forgotten on Aug 15, 2017 3:40:43 GMT -5
Try as she might, Mary couldn't see anything when she peered into the trees. Whatever was there had probably already gone, but she was certain there had been something. There had been movement; she wasn't crazy. She didn't imagine things that weren't there. Normally, Mary wouldn't have bothered venturing off to find whatever had passed by, but now she was growing curious. "Just curious," she said aloud, as if she had to convince herself. She didn't have to prove to herself that she wasn't crazy. That wasn't the issue here at all. She was too good for insanity.
The woman knew people never came here; the townsfolk were terrified of this place. She was curious, and she was already standing, and she had just crossed the pond; what more insensitive did she need? There wasn't any harm in looking, surely? It wasn't like the creatures in these woods -if there even were any- would attack her.
Her hesitant step forward sent the crimson fireflies underfoot into the air. The red cloud pulled apart, splitting in all directions and dancing off into the night. Ignoring the insects, Mary brushed her dark hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ears. Her stride was confident when she marched toward the tree line, blue gaze surveying just below eye level. Whatever it was, she was more likely to spot it close to the ground. It would be crouching. And if it wasn't, she'd see its legs, and be able to look up at its face.
Uncertain of where it had been, she stopped a few trees over from Eveline, leaning on the ashy trunk of the willow. Where had the creature gone? She had only seen it in fleeting. She stepped back, turning around to look back at the clearing. The spot where she touched was withered, and soot came away on her finger tips. She narrowed her eyes, confused, glancing around and turning in circles like a lost child.
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Aug 16, 2017 0:57:04 GMT -5
(School's breathing down my neck...
Um...You know, I can't remember which one it was, but one of their names might have been Grace.)
What is she? said the only part of Eveline's brain that wasn't on fire, screaming worries and doubts at her. What could she do? What could she do? But it looked like the woman had moved to the wrong place, if she really was looking for her. 'Just curious', she had said. What was that supposed to mean? Should Eveline be worried about what would happen if this odd lady found her or should she be reassured by the words? Honestly, she was in a sort of silent panic now, so she tried to draw reassurance from what she could.
She was practically holding her breath and her fingers slipped on her palms, coming away with sweat on the fingertips. The woman was praying that she wouldn't be noticed, knowing that any movement that was more noticeable than the drifting of a silver leaf or the dance of moonlight would draw Mary's attention to her. This didn't look like the type of things that people should happen to see. She was reminded of the story of the hunter that had happened upon Artemis when she had been bathing. The Goddess had turned him into a dear and then set his own dogs on him.
This was not reassuring.
She blinked, hardly noticing that her eyes had been drying out from staring so long. The sent of soot tickled at her nose and she hoped that it wouldn't cause her to sneeze.
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