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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2019 17:33:26 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
When she had first received the mail, Cecily had thrown it in the trash. Junk mail. A scam most likely. Just a ploy to get the recipients money or something more sinister. She had gone to class - it was days away from graduation - and forgotten about it. But when she came home that night, it was set back up on the table and somehow, someway, her roommate had convinced her to look into it. And after all the research she had done on it, it seemed legit. That still didn’t mean she had planned on going. But Ally has managed to do it again. So had Maddie, Fefe... even good ole’ faithful Georgia had betrayed her.
Now, boarding the sixteen passenger plane and surveying the crowd, she wished she hadn’t listened to them. She had given up an internship for this trip. It had killed her, but when she told her family that it was either an unpaid internship for hours she didn’t need or an all expenses paid three-week vacation to a tropical island... well her mother’s opinion was the final nail in the coffin.
Cecily hugged her bag against her chest as she fit down the row, overhead luggage in tow. Accent thick, she spoke softly as she passed by the others, “Excuse me, excuse me.” Taking a seat, she pulled out a book, ready to hunker down and tone out the conversations around her.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2019 17:33:56 GMT -5
If anyone has another character, feel free to dump them on Cecily!)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 17, 2019 20:18:22 GMT -5
(I think ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ had a free person! And I’ll get replies up later tonight)
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Post by Redfleck on May 18, 2019 20:36:22 GMT -5
( May I join? I notice open spots. )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 18, 2019 23:18:30 GMT -5
(yes go ahead!! Do you want one spot or two?
And sorry y’all! I’ve been working a wedding all day! So tired XD I’ll try to get responses up tonight but if I pass up I’ll do them tomorrow :) )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 18, 2019 23:39:13 GMT -5
(go for it!)
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Bisexual
rat
don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
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Post by rat on May 18, 2019 23:48:15 GMT -5
Aiden Beatha // 21 // Male // Major: Zoology, Minor: Photography // Pittsburgh, PA // Aiden is usually very diplomatic, having had to deal with a very temperamental family during his earlier years, and believes violence should only be used in defense of those you love. He’s inclined to be very softly spoken and occasionally timid, especially when meeting new people, and is generally a very loving and forgiving guy. He copes well under pressure, and is usually able to keep his cool in stressful situations. // Aiden is of average height and has a very small, light build with defined cheekbones, slim fingers and a sharp jaw. He has slightly slanted dark brown eyes that make for an excellent puppy dog look, and full, slightly pink tinted lips. The most prominent physical feature he has is the great contrast between his fluffy locks and smooth skin, the dark raven of his hair making his ivory skin appear even paler. He was often labeled “the emo kid” during his youth, due to his tendency to wear oversized dark hoodies whenever he could, and still has that habit now, although he’s found college to be far less judgmental than high school. // rathope that's okay!)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on May 19, 2019 0:36:29 GMT -5
Mira Bishop // 20 // Female // Criminal Justice Major, Political Science Minor // Scottsdale, Arizona // Mira can be very impatient, cold, arrogant, and is slightly intimidating. She likes being right and absolutely hates when she is proven wrong. Not that she'd ever verbally admit that she was wrong. She's stubborn. Mira has a 'get-stuff-done' attitude and is easily annoyed when people complain or sit around doing nothing. She is usually always moving, thinking, or doing something that might be helpful or important. Just like her twin, she's very sarcastic and enjoys a worthy rival of her cutting words. She's not always mean. Sometimes she can be kind when the situation calls for it. But she doesn't make it a habit. // Standing at 5'6" with brown skin with a very curvy figure. She has blonde dyed hair, the roots of her hair reveal her natural dark brown hair color. Her eyes are a deep cold brown and always lined dramatically with eyeliner and eyeshadow. Full lips with a piercing through the center of her bottom lip and a matching piercing through the septum of her nose. Freckles dot the bridge of her nose and parts of her cheeks but do nothing to make her seem friendlier. Mira constantly looks like she's annoyed/bored with everyone around her. // Leo Ezra Bishop // 20 // Male // Creative Writing Major // Scottsdale, Arizona // Kind, always tired, and easy to talk to, Ezra is the nicer one of the twins. He's smart but he would never admit that he was. He likes to let his sister have the spotlight while he stays to the side and creates stories in his head. Ezra, however, can be pretty lazy, especially when he gets bored. He can be intimidating when he gets mad but that is to rare most people have nothing to worry about. Just like his twin, he's sarcastic and enjoys someone who also has a fire in their soul. // Ezra stands at 5'10" with brown skin and a moderately athletic build. His hair is a curly dark brown with the sides trimmed. Deep warm and friendly brown eyes matching his goofy lopsided smile make him easy to approach. Because he always seems to be tired, Ezra's eyes are always slightly hooded giving him that signature tired look. He has a septum nose piercing and a piercing in his left ear. // Leo (Hey 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 Sorry it took so long these weeks have been busy! Lemme know if anything needs to be fixed or what not)
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Post by Redfleck on May 19, 2019 14:27:41 GMT -5
( Just one spot. ) Felice Marie Brendel // 20 years old // Female // Physics major, computer science minor // Chicago, IL // Felice is extroverted but shy, loving to spend time around others but afraid to speak up herself. However, this changes if discussion becomes something she is knowledgeable about, and she can accidentally become extremely talkative, or even argumentative, which has won her a problematic reputation around a few circles. She understands this, and feels as though she can't connect with many others because of it. Sometimes she feels as though her existence is a bother to her friends. Despite her low self-confidence, however, she still faces everything with a determined attitude. She values persistence and self-motivation, especially if they're able to motivate others with their example. // Felice is much smaller than most, standing at 5'3 and having a thin frame. Her curly brown hair is usually very messy. She has little fashion sense, if any at all, preferring just to cycle through various shirts, jeans, and jackets depending on what's clean and easy to reach for that day. // Redfleck Image: Code: Felice Marie BrendelLocation: L | Status: S | With: P, Q, R"Speaking speaking speaking." Thinking thinking thinking. Other narration other narration. [div style="line-height:1em;" align="center"][font color="b93dff" face="Kaushan Script" size="5"]Felice Marie Brendel[/font] [font size="2" face="inconsolata"]Location: L | Status: S | With: P, Q, R[/font]
[div style="width:80%;text-align:justify;color:black;font-family:serif;font-size:1.2em;line-height:1.2em;"][b]"Speaking speaking speaking."[/b] [i]Thinking thinking thinking.[/i] Other narration other narration.[/div][/div]
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 19, 2019 14:35:25 GMT -5
(they look great guys!! I’ll add them later I’m about to take a nap before I go babysit)
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2019 14:49:06 GMT -5
rat Leo Redfleck Cecily is open if any of yall want to rp. )
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Post by Redfleck on May 19, 2019 15:41:54 GMT -5
I'd be up for it, but Cecily and Felice don't seem like they'd have much interaction between them. Here's a response post anyway.
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: in plane | Status: excited | With: CecilyIn this day and age, who used physical mail? The day Felice read the advertisement for this vacation was the first day of that whole year that she checked her mailbox—and boy was she glad that she did. A three-week vacation in the Pacific? Sounded sketchy, but she would do anything for a nice, relaxing break from school. Sure, the introductory-level classes were nothing strenuous, so would Felice really turn down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this? She had the time and she had the want. She dialed the number listed on the letter that came in, and it was just as the letter said: completely free, completely real. With nothing to lose now, the girl decided she was going to do it.
It was the day before they would all meet at the airport. Now Felice began to pack her bags—one larger item of luggage containing clothing and toiletries, and a carry-on backpack with an empty metal water bottle, a book for the plane ride, phone charger, camera, and a couple other small things that were better stored on her person. The larger bit of luggage was not all that large, actually. Despite her weak arms, she easily lifted it into the overhead storage. Then she dropped her backpack on the ground by her feet.
All other rows having already been taken, she had opted for this seat next to a girl with long blonde waves, glasses resting delicately on her nose as she concentrated on her book. Felice had planned to do the same, but she couldn't help but peek over the other girl's shoulder at her book.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2019 15:55:38 GMT -5
Either way! I’ll respond in a sec, but feel free to jump at any time Rat!)
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2019 16:18:32 GMT -5
Cecily Abernathy “Alea iacta est...”
☼☼ ☼ ☼☼
With her earphones on, Cecily barely noticed the curly headed woman beside her. The rim of her glasses slipped down slightly, lubricated by the oil on her nose. She sighed slightly and pushed them up. As much as she loved the glasses, they had a problem with sliding. Constantly. Had she brought her spare? Gosh, she hoped so. She would be miserable all three weeks if she couldn’t wear the others in the hotel room. Bare fingers turned the page of her book. It was the third time she had read it, but Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility had always been a favorite.
Cecily felt the burn of curious eyes on her hands, on the pages of her lovingly worn paperback. She glanced up and to the side to see a doe-eyed, young woman. The blare of music accented the sense of amusement that came with the look. Her head was a mess of curls and Cecily couldn’t help but think of Georgia and the hours on end she had spent complaining about her own hair. It was beautiful; curly hair was something she had always wanted. And with Georgia having the brightest red and tightest ringlets she had ever seen, Cecily had always been slightly jealous. This girl’s hair wasn’t quite as dramatic, but stunning nonetheless.
The next thing she noticed was the book hanging from her finger tips. A fellow lover of literature. Cecily cracked a smile and decided to be brave for once. She spoke softly so not to disturb the others on the plane and her accent hung in the air, “It’s nice to see that someone else likes to read around here.”
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2019 16:59:45 GMT -5
ok! )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 20, 2019 1:30:08 GMT -5
(Just quoting this to say that you claimed a spot, but its been almost a week since you made your claim! If you could get your post up by this wednesday, that would be great!! Otherwise, I'm going to have to open up your spot again.)
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Post by Redfleck on May 20, 2019 9:40:26 GMT -5
Felice Marie BrendelLocation: on plane | Status: excited | With: CecilyHer eyes skimmed over the page open in the other girl's lap. Nope, no idea. There was a slim chance that Felice would recognize anything anyway. Although she enjoyed reading, she still wasn't very knowledgeable about literature.
And then the girl noticed. And she didn't just notice Felice sitting by her and looking on with her book, but she was talking to her. She felt her heart pound a little, a little self-conscious but happy to have someone to talk to. She let out a small laugh, a little bit nervous, a bit polite, and a bit out of just Isn't this what you're supposed to do when you're having a conversation with someone? Great, now she was overthinking it. Calm down! she commanded herself.
"Yeah. Well, I gotta fill the time up with something, right?" She looked up from the book, bringing a hand up to brush a lock of hair back. "What are you reading?" she asked.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 20, 2019 21:19:11 GMT -5
(getting up replies now! And if you want, rat, you can jump in with Miller and magic!
Also, I know we don’t have all the characters yet, but I may go ahead and post the introduction of their host and pilot)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 20, 2019 21:24:34 GMT -5
Reuben flashed her a charming smile, “Of course. Although I’ve always been more of a sailboat kinda guy, as opposed to a yaught,” he clarified. He had grown up learning how to sail every summer when his family vacationed up north to escape the brutal Southern heat. Though in recent years, the family sailing trips had ceased, Reuben still hoped to one day buy a boat of his own.
Laughing when she returned his compliment, Reuben shrugged. “I do what I can,” he teased, before glancing up to where he saw a man in his mid fourties standing at the front of the plane, whom he assumed to be their host.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 20, 2019 21:29:11 GMT -5
“Okay then...” Miller hummed, closing one eye as she brought the other closer to the camera so she could see what she was shooting. Pointing the camera at Magic, she smiled and waited for him to do the same before snapping the photo. Pulling back, she looked at the picture proudly. “Much better,” she said, turning the camera towards him for his approval. Once he had seen it, the long haired brunette gave a welcoming smile to the dark haired boy who was walking down the plane’s aisle and wiggles her eyebrows at him, before taking his photo as he passed her. Turning back towards Magic, she grinned. “This is fun.”
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 20, 2019 21:49:47 GMT -5
Jimmy Hollenbeck climbed onto the small, private plane wearing a blue and white Hawaiian shirt and a colorful, yet arguably tacky lei. As he stood at the front of the plane, he put a big smile on, though his face didn’t move too much, thanks to the Botox he had recently had injected into his cheeks, per request of his wife. “Well hello everybody!” He exclaimed, arms stretched wide in welcome. “I am so excited to be your host on this once-in-a-lifetime trip! Get ready to relax, because this all-inclusive vacation will be nothing but peaceful, pleasurable, and fun. We are about to take off, so I’d ask that you all find your seats and buckle in, please and thank you. We have a lot of great things planned for you all, but if you have any questions at all, please don’t hesitate to ask. Half way through the trip, we will provide dinner for everyone, but until then, please enjoy the snack packs that we have tucked under each of your seats.” He said, nodding to the front rower where a student was bending down to grab his goodie bag, which included a bag of trail mix, two full sized candy bars, a bag of chips, a water bottle, and a pair of headphones. “Alright, well, I’m gonna shut up now so we can get going, but again, I am so glad to have you all here. We should arrive at our destination in approximately twelve hours. So without further ado—your pilot!” Jimmy sat down in the first row, but didn’t take his eyes off the pilot as she gave her safety talk. He was just as excited as the kids behind him. He could use a vacation.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 20, 2019 22:03:53 GMT -5
Okay, I lied. I'm posting Edge's starter before eating dinner do he doesn't get left behind. xD
Mylo Evans ~ * ~ * ~ Edge always had this bad habit of arriving everywhere late. Probably came from his not-so-bad habit of never paying attention to the passing of time. His mother was always telling him that if he wasn’t going to watch the clock when he knew he had somewhere important to be, he should set an alarm on his phone. And he’d tried that - twice. The first time he hadn’t even heard the alarm, and the second time it ha just annoyed him and he’d shut it off, not even recalling why he’d set it to begin with.
The first time he’d been sleeping; the second, he’d been writing music. And when he wasn’t doing either of those things, he was out doing what he was always late for. So, yeah. Setting an alarm didn’t help.
Thankfully, he had a madre who worked just as well, otherwise he doubted he would have made it to the airport in time to catch the jet that would take him on his much needed vacation.
But he did make it, with hardly a moment to spare. He shot up the stairs into the plane, his ratty backpack bouncing at his shoulder, his guitar case held securely in his hand. He paused in front of the aisle, just behind the speaking pilot (though he was unaware at that moment that she was the pilot) to take in all the filled seats. He grinned. “What’s up, everybody? Who’s ready for a vacation? WOO!”
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2019 23:07:57 GMT -5
Y’all I just typed up a whole reply and my internet went out as I was posting it. T-T It’s gone and I’m sad. I’ll get a reply posted.)
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