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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 14:40:09 GMT -5
(( hey rose! ))
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 14:43:55 GMT -5
(Hey there! What's up?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 14:44:51 GMT -5
(( not much, kinda bored rn tbh. how are you? :0 ))
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 14:51:35 GMT -5
(Haha, I'm alright! I just got back from a visit to my college, so I'm a little tired now ^^')
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 14:57:13 GMT -5
(( ah yeah I feel you, I'm going out to college tomorrow and i'm reaaaally not excited for it. ))
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 15:04:48 GMT -5
(Yeah, running around the campus with thirty different questions gets old fast XD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 15:31:01 GMT -5
(( OK, roleplay has been opened!! I'm looking for 3 or so people to replace the 3 that didn't check in, so don't be shy. ))
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 16:22:44 GMT -5
(I guess Al is officially unfrozen now XD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 16:49:52 GMT -5
(( yep lol, jump in whenever you want ))
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Post by paradox on Aug 1, 2016 18:54:28 GMT -5
{ finally got to the hotel & finished a starter for Quiet :') }
In the “Wastewoods”, the days all blurred together into one, unending life of hopeless wandering with the short-lived adrenaline of running from the beasts that ruled these planes. The crooked, gnarled branches of the impossibly tall trees combined with the thick foliage blocking any light from the sky only added to the time loss. Of course, Quiet had already made numerous attempts to climb to the top but each effort had all yielded similar results: endless climbing but seemingly never actually getting anywhere. One instance had ended with him being forced out of the trees by a fragile branch breaking underneath his boot and sending falling him to the ground, leaving nasty bruises decorating his back and arms from the impact. That had been about a handful of minutes ago and now, Quiet had settled down into a shallow creek, which he had found after another session of aimless wandering, sitting in the water with his aching back up against the stream that cascaded down a small hill and relaxing with the sensation of the cool water rolling off his skin.
Legs pulled up to his chest, he gazed down at a small radio held in both hands, fingers fiddling with the knobs of the device but of course, the only sounds he could find was consistent static or nothing at all. The compact radio had been found in a run-down, crumbling building – a building he has yet to find a second time – and it was entirely useless, except for the fact that Quiet had once had the fortune of finding a station that played muffled, static-y but still audible music. He was desperate to find it again, having lost the signal sometime during his fall. The sound might attract predators of sorts but Quiet couldn’t deny that he was willing to take that risk just to be able to enjoy some sort of comfort that music, no matter what kind, could provide. Sometime during the rare, peaceful moment, the realization that the sound of distant conversation had broken through the typical woodland noises. This wasn’t an entirely stranger occurrence; Quiet’s heard voices and whispers hidden amongst the trees several times now but never had he ever found an actual living soul attached to it. This time around was different.
These voices weren’t surrounding him, constantly changing direction or inconsistently fading in and out of range. This sounded stable and tangible, as though it were actually coming from real people. Quiet carefully shifted around in the rushing water of the creek, attempting to peer through the darkness and managing to make out quite a few figures standing around by the Wastewoods sign. His mouth twisted down into a frown, nose scrunching up as he watched them mingle with each other, confused by the sudden appearance of people after days of wandering alone. For a moment or two, Quiet just sat and watched from within the creek, uncertain of what to do. Suddenly, soft, classical music erupted from the radio even though his fingers hadn’t been on the knobs, startling him.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 19:05:32 GMT -5
[ sorry for my unintentionally long poof arghh what's up? ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 19:17:07 GMT -5
(( ayo blue its fine ajifdhfdkjf
not much, nows a good time to jump in honestly.
also, i'll get a reply up in a minute! ))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 19:18:52 GMT -5
[ aight, i will finish up this dang form that is making me suffer ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 19:47:43 GMT -5
(( ahfdjf ok, im sorry you must suffer ))
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Post by Rosestar on Aug 1, 2016 20:16:31 GMT -5
Al considered the options for a while, tuning everyone else out to think carefully. He wasn't exactly happy with the leader who had stepped up- it seemed suspicious to him that some random guy already had some much information about the Wastewoods. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to confront him, and if he was right, and the group didn't listen, the consequences could be deadly. One day couldn't hurt them. The more he thought it over, the safer it seemed. And if he didn't trust this Wylie guy, Al should speak up now, make himself seem like a different possible leader. Even if Al didn't want to, at least he knew he could trust himself. For the most part, anyway, he thought, lingering on his lost memories.
He cleared his throat, and stepped forward so he was more in view of the others. "I believe it's the better option to stay here for the night and create a master plan for tomorrow." Assuming there is a tomorrow. he added silently. Negativity would not help their current situation at all. So he scanned the others, chin held high, trying to look sure of himself when really, he had no way of knowing if he had just sealed all of their fates.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 20:57:25 GMT -5
Wylie listened to both Alair and Al intently. Or at least, he pretended to. He was personally in favor of just packing up and finding shelter for the night, with or without the group of strangers that had gathered. He had made it this long in the Wastewoods, surely continuing to go it alone wouldn't kill him. He knew he was better off playing it safe, however. A group was a wonderful asset to have, and there was no way he could ever hope of gaining their trust by bossing them around. A false vote was truly the way to go, if it swayed a way he didn't want he could always try and sweet talk them out of it.
"Alair has a point. I don't think anybody has food, or water for that matter, and I'm not enamored with the idea of going without shelter either. But... that guy," he paused to gesture towards Al, drawing a blank on what his name was, "has a point as well. So that's 1 vote for staying and 1 vote for going. Either w-"
The sudden sound of music cut him off. He stood frozen for a moment, trying his best to pick out where it was coming from. Being in the Wastewoods too long had messed with his senses so that it could be difficult at times to discern where things were coming from, and he was used to sounds moving to places they shouldn't be coming from. This was different, however. This was a radio. He didn't make any move to investigate the sound, knowing full well it could still be a trap or an illusion. "If there's somebody there, you ought to come out now. There's a lot of us and only one of you, you're outnumbered. We aren't monsters," he said, figuring that if there was a person they were probably just as wary of strangers as he had been upon coming across the group.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 22:09:16 GMT -5
Isabeau "Beau" Allard
[20, male, roleplayed by The Blue Adept]
Being plopped in The Wastewoods with nary a proper memory, Beau is basically a blank slate of a person. This goes quite well with his appearance, which really is rather plain except for what he's wearing. With lightly tan skin and short and choppy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, he doesn't stick out very much especially at an underwhelming height of 5'6". He doesn't stick out very much, except for the white wolf mask that sits on his face to hide all the average. He's not entirely sure why he has it, but wears it for the most part nonetheless. Although a little built, he's quite lean and not particularly toned at all, borderline squishy and rather athletic. His face is oval-shaped and he has delicate-looking hands. As for the rest of his clothes, he wears a varsity-style jacket with a white body and red sleeves over a dark grey shirt, black jeans, and some sweet, sweet pink sneakers.
At first, one might notice that Beau seems a bit airheaded. Most of the time it seems like he just doesn't understand people at all or that he might not understand English, which is only sort of the case. He keeps his mouth shut until talking needs to be done, but usually what he says is rather blunt. In reality, he is very open-minded and relaxed, one might even call him chill, but he's very meticulous about his actions. He's calculative, but bold, and seems like he's improvising half the time but is very observant. It's not as if he has a clue about himself or his past, but seems to make up for it with pure instinct and muscle memory. Though blunt, he's rather friendly and tries his best to weave through social situations with grace. Stubborn and determined when he has his mind set on something, Beau is also rather difficult to anger but easy to irritate. He never does anything on accident if it's in his control. He trusts and forgives easily, and is empathetic to a fault. The type to try his best to make a situation more cheerful. Seems like he has entirely no idea what he's doing, but does in fact know. A lot.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 22:09:32 GMT -5
[ I DID IT ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:28:27 GMT -5
(( AW YEAHHHHH im gonna like him i can tell. let me get u and ur child added ))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 22:34:56 GMT -5
[ i hope so omg he is my son ]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:39:40 GMT -5
(( hes good tbh. feel free to post whenever?? the only thing going on is quiet and his music so throwing another dude in won't disrupt much ))
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 23:07:13 GMT -5
[ aight lemme just read through everything or mostly everything. im so bad at jumping in so forgive me ]
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 1, 2016 23:08:50 GMT -5
(Hey there!  mind if I join?) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 23:11:56 GMT -5
(( of course we don't mind! just fill out a form and you can jump right in c: ))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 1, 2016 23:12:32 GMT -5
(Alright, thank you so much! ) |
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 2, 2016 0:45:21 GMT -5
(phew...alright, the forms are finished!  Sorry it took so long, haha.) pumpkinqueen13 Donovan Thomas, 24, male Tall, lean, and slightly muscular, Donovan finds ways to get around things. Of course, he doesn’t really remember being one of the top football players in at his college in his previous life, but he does know he can run pretty fast and can jump at good intervals. Which helps excel at surviving in the Hellhole he’s found himself in. As said, he doesn’t remember much of his life before waking up in the “’Woods”, as he calls it, but he does know his name. He has short, dark brown hair, with nearly glowing green eyes. Well, had glowing green eyes. Now they are a dulled shade, like moss. His skin is slightly tanned, thus from running track and playing out in the sun whenever he could. He has a small gash on the top of his forehead, from when he hit the ground sometime before he awoke. Scars also line his arms and legs, from running into thorns and bark while trying to find his way out of the forest. He’ll never be successful, but he still tries, nonetheless. Donovan is hard working and loyal, but can be very serious at times. He is a “get it done now” instead of “wait later” kind of guy. In his previous life, he was what they called “preppy”, hanging out at parties with friends and being a troublemaker. But, now, he remembers none of that, so the whole “peer pressure” thing is off. He can have fun, though. He remembers the feeling of "fun", and loves to swim and to be outdoors. Just, not in the “Woods”. He has made a friend so far while here, named Mikel. They’ve become “survival partners” while in the forest. Donovan treats Mikel like he’s his younger brother. He’s very overprotective of him, and of those he cares for greatly. --- Mikel Larkson, 18, male As a child, Mikel was energetic and loving. Which sprung into his teen years, causing him to get into trouble at times. He loved to laugh, too. And, oh boy, his laughter could become contagious. But, alas, that was in his previous life. Now, he is still full of energy and, at times, still full of jokes. Though, his golden-hazel eyes no longer hold that same shine in them, and he’s become quiet with loss and confusion. He was a foster child back in his previous life, but he has forgotten that now. He has become friends with Donovan while in the forest, and loves him like a brother. He can be happy and playful with Donovan, but with others, he is usually reserved, unsure, and doesn't trust easily. When he was alone in the forest, he grew anxiety fast, and now he can wake up at night from nightmares, screaming. Donovan always calms him down, however. He has light blonde hair, streaked with dirt and mud, and at one time, he had pale ivory skin. Now, it’s darkened with malnutrition and from laying in the dirt a lot, for rest. In his previous life, Mikel was also bisexual, and he had a huge crush on one of his childhood friends, named Sherlock. That changed when Sherlock continued to get girlfriends and left him alone, and Mikel was never able to see Sherlock much after he graduated high school. He hardly remembers Sherlock now, and does not know that Sherlock is also in these strange woods. --- Sherlock Williams, 21, male Sherlock was amongst the “strange” group in school. Or, so the others called them. Usually wore black, went behind the back with his friends to share a smoke, and stayed quiet and reserved. He wasn’t that much of a troublemaker, though, unlike his friends. He always had his nose in a book, usually a textbook. He loved chemistry, and literature. He secretly wanted to be a scientist when he graduated college. Of course, now, that would never happen. He tries to remember his past life, but it's all glossed over and dark. He remembers the name "Mikel", but chooses not to say anything on that matter. He has a sister, named Shortie, who woke up here with him. She is the only thing he can truly remember. He is very reserved, but sarcastic and sly when he wants to be. He protects his sister with his life. He does not trust easily. He has dark brown/black hair that he usually either pulls up in a small bun or he lets wave down to right above his shoulders. His eyes are a strange blue-green. He could care less about others relationships and the like. He also doesn’t fall in “love” like others do, as he doesn’t really believe he could. ---
Shortie Williams, 17, female
Shortie had a name back in her previous life, but cannot remember it for the life of her. She thinks it started with an “L” or “S”, but she can’t remember. So, she goes by Shortie for now, as she remembers being called that by her brother, Sherlock. She’s small for her age, but won’t take any nonsense from others. She’s quite strong. She’s strong-willed and determined, and used to be brave and full of energy, as she was a part of her school’s swim team. Now, she’s very timid, and sticks by her brother a lot. She’s afraid of the dark, as she has been since she was a child, but she thought she had grown out of that fear. However, as she can’t remember anything of her life before, that fear still haunts her now relentlessly. She also tends to have frequent nightmares. She’s also very overprotective of her brother, as he is all she has now. She has long brown hair that falls just past her shoulders in waves, and freckles line her nose. She has a scar that goes from the top of her left eye to her nose, which makes her vision in that eye very blurry, though she can still see. Her eyes are a dark green.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 16:44:27 GMT -5
(( awesome, i'll add you soon!! feel free to jump in wherever c: ))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 3, 2016 16:54:36 GMT -5
(Thanks! ) Donovan moved through the trees slowly, looking to the right, then the left, so carefully and full of precision. He knew something was up. There was always something going on here. Nothing was ever the same, not here. Things moved. They changed. He sighed and let himself lean against the tree, if for only a second. Where was he? He tried so hard to find his way out, but he just...couldn't. This place was neverending. Mikel was following Donovan, his eyes warily skimming their environment. He reached up and rubbed his neck, sweat layered upon his pale skin. "Where are we now...?" He asked, softly, raising his other hand to put it on Donovan's arm. Donovan shrugged, but smiled comfortably back at his friend. "Not sure, but we'll find a way out." He continued on his way through the trees. He knew he had to lie to Mikel, but it wasn't as if he did it to hurt him. What would happen to the poor boy if he told him they were stuck here forever? --- Sherlock could hear nothing, besides the silence. It was pitch black, but he could also be closing his eyes. He couldn't remember what happened...how did he get here? Did he fall asleep? Where had he been before? "S...Sherlock?" A soft sound filled the silence, and Sherlock finally opened his eyes. Standing before him was a small figure, a woman, with scared green eyes. He looked upon her face and a name overwhelmed his mind. He didn't remember her, not entirely, but he knew she was special. They were... Siblings. That's what it felt like. "Shortie?" She smiled in relief. "Ah, so you know me. Good, I thought I was the only one," she looked around, "However, I don't remember my real name. I'm sure my real name isn't Shortie, right?" She began pulling leaves off a bush nearby, something Sherlock thought had to be a nervous tick, "Where are we?" Sherlock shrugged. It still felt like talking to a stranger when looking at her. He did just awake from...wherever, but it felt weird. Like, he knew her. He'd known her for a while. But, she also felt like a stranger. "Let's head this way...." He murmured, eyes staying away from hers, as he began heading away from the clearing they had woke up in, towards some trees. Well, it wasn't much of a clearing. There were trees surrounding them. Were they in a forest? |
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mind if I join?) 
Sorry it took so long, haha.)