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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 18:18:40 GMT -5
{Could I join?}
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 18, 2016 18:48:47 GMT -5
(Yes of course)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 18:50:45 GMT -5
{Thanks, I just need a few moments to make my character. But I have one in mind so I shouldn't take horribly long }
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 18, 2016 19:17:55 GMT -5
(woops sorry im late. how should we start the rp, exactly? like, them on the plane?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 19:29:17 GMT -5
UNIVERSAL: Name: Belle Friesenhahn Gender: Female Age: 19 Base Appearance: Belle is a very pretty country type of girl around 5'5" in height and is very thin. Weighing around 100 to 110 pounds. Her weight is pretty much genetics and has been cleared healthy for her specific needs. She has lightly tanned skin but she is still fair in tone. Her hair is light brown and usually tied off in a side braid. Belle's bangs are shaped to cover some of her right eye but not much. She does not really have a figure, she is pretty much a thin rectangle excluding the part that indents below her ribs due to her thin size. Her face, arms, and legs are a little darker because of where she has come from being out in the sun all day. Her eyes are brown but she has a genetic mutation that makes half of her left eye blue. Personality: Belle is normally very outgoing but usually around friends. Around new people she can be kind of shy but tries to socialize as best as she can. She has a nasty temper when she is mad and sometimes things that she doesn't mean slip out. This is something she is trying to work on but lately she just thinks there is no point in holding back. Belle speaks her mind even when she should keep her mouth shut, but when Belle has something to say, you better listen or she can make you listen. She is a natural leader in many ways. Her authoritative country accent helps Other: N/A
CURRENT PLOT: Clothes: Belle being the country girl she is, wears her button up plaid red shirt. She wears dark blue jeggings with cowgirl boots that reach a couple inches above the ankle. Belle wears a tanned cowboy hat and belt with a medium sized rodeo earned buckle. She has a Colt Python with a six inch barrel in a leather holster she always keeps visible to other people. Relationships: Belle has a mother, step-father, brother, and half brother back home. Backstory: Belle was originally from Northern plains of Texas. She grew up on a ranch her family had owned since the 1800s. She was heading back from a trip to the U.K., and her next stop to refuel was New York before they would finally arrived at the Dallas air port. Well, she was supposed to Other: N/A
{Is this okay?}
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 18, 2016 19:47:34 GMT -5
(Yep, except for two things. 1) obviously she can't have her gun on her in the airport, though it could be in her luggage or something (and therefore she may find it when they end up on the island), and 2) they're heading FROM London TO New York. So perhaps she's coming back from her trip or something, instead of heading TO it?
And to pumkinqueen: like I said on the previous page we'll go ahead and start a bit before they actually got on the plane. The flight's delayed due to bad weather so everyone's hanging out in the lobby by the boarding area, waiting out the storm so they can board. It's a good chance for a couple of the characters to be introduced to each other in whatever way you can think of [ya know, "hey you got a charger I can borrow" "I like your shirt" etc.] while we wait for a few more people to join. Because once they're on the island I'm not really gonna be letting in new players and I want to have a decent number before we start.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 19:50:54 GMT -5
{Oh okay, I'll fix that thanks. Yeah, she's the 'be prepared for anything' type. She likes her firearms. But yeah I can fix the U.K. trip thing}
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 18, 2016 19:56:32 GMT -5
(Alrighty. I'll add the rest of her info once you do.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 19:56:51 GMT -5
{Fixed!}
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 18, 2016 20:04:37 GMT -5
(updated)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 20:06:23 GMT -5
{Thank you! Can you make a starter post or did you want to wait?}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 18, 2016 20:25:20 GMT -5
Aphelyon: oh okay, cool.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 18, 2016 22:04:51 GMT -5
(Yeah I can make a starter post if you want)
The dark sky was visible outside the tall windows of the lobby, an expanse of dark clouds stretching above the runway and grounded planes. The room was well-lit and- for now- crowded with people waiting to be able to board their delayed flights, all of whom took the inconvenience with varying levels of grace. Padded chairs sat in rows across the room, its inhabitants occupying clusters or sitting alone, surrounded by their carry-on luggage. Chairs by outlets were hubs of activity as people sought to charge their phones or tablets or laptops so they could endure the wait with easy entertainment.
Tobias sat alone by one of the windows, the farthest place he could find from anyone else. He had pulled the chair from across the isle closer and had his legs propped up to support his laptop, where he was messing around with a silly little game he was making. He had his dark purple earbuds in with music playing to drown out the crowd, though he kept an eye on the movement of others to alert him to when boarding would finally begin. He glowered at the screen, grumbling to himself in frustration as he tried in vain to work out a glitch in the game. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.
Gabriel sat cross-legged on the floor a couple rows away, a book in his lap: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. He mostly ignored everyone else in the room, except to flash a friendly smile at a small child who crawled under one of the seats in the row to retrieve a rubber ball they had lost control of. He glanced across the room to one of the tall windows in the other side, frowning at the storm outside. As he waited for the storm to clear, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety. In a few hours, he would be in New York, and then on to California where he would meet his father for the first time in sixteen years. He shrugged off the feeling of foreboding and focused instead on the words in front of him, snorting in amusement at the ridiculousness of the story.
Ayva hogged one of the power outlets, lounging in the chair with her legs crossed and a soft blanket laid across her lap for comfort. She scrolled through Instagram, a bored look on her face. Julia leaned against the window a bit away, simply watching the rain.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2016 22:27:29 GMT -5
Belle had been walking up and down a row of seats before she stopped at the end by the wall of windows. She stood with her feet together, making the noise of her boots come to a halt. She looked outside the window, a very concentrated expression on her face as she looked at the rain with her phone raised to her ear. It was a Samsung Galaxy S6, and probably he last phone she'll have for a while. Phones were not exactly cheap. She kept her hat on even inside, she never left the house without it. That hat might as well be attached to her head. She sighed as she heard her mother through the phone. She was complaining about how Belle was not there to help with the animals. And how she missed the most recent stock show. Belle could not be to concerned at the moment. Her mother tried to pin anything and everything on her, no matter how hard Belle worked trying to be the best daughter she can be. "Ma, you could have gotten Karson to take the pigs to Austin for the stock show." She put her hand on her hip, feeling naked without her gun. "No-" She tried to interrupt her mother, "No. Don't turn this on me ma. If you were so concerned about the prize money you should have sent Karson. That's the last I'm going to hear of it. Bye" She huffed. Belle took the phone away from her ear and angrily jabbed the end call button. Mothers, especially Belle's. She hated putting up with her. Belle rubbed her temples after putting her phone in her back pocket like she had a headache. It felt like she did though. Every time her mother called she gave her an earful thay took forever to get out. Belle headed over to a chair. Her boots making their signature echoing sound as she walked. These people from the UK acted like they had never seen a Texan before. It bugged her by all the stares she had received.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 19, 2016 21:49:42 GMT -5
(heya. sorry it's a bit of a late starter for my characters.)
Mikel was sitting with his back against one of the windows, black Beats on his ears as he was softly listening to Migraine by twenty one pilots. He let his fingers tap to the beat on his thigh, looking out into rain and thunder. Man, was it really necessary to rain right now? He felt this impulse to just get up and start walking around, to get his legs to feeling like they weren't made out of lead, but he continued to sit. Hopefully, the planes would leave soon. He could leave soon. He was ready to leave this rainy place and head to the Big City. He couldn't wait to be in that college room, showing the professor his portfolio. That was the only way to get in. And he really wanted in. His current game art concepts were of a horror game. He had already doodled some sketches in his sketchbook, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to finish them up by the time he got to the college. However, now that the planes were delayed, he was sure he could finish most of them up before he landed in New York. He got out his sketchbook from his backpack and a pencil. Opening it up, he began sketching out a small creation.
Oakley was sitting in one of the seats near where she noticed a girl walking around. Her father was sat beside her, talking on the phone to one of their mother's relatives. "Yes, the planes are delayed. No, we'll be there before the funeral. Yes. Yes, alright." He said, addressing the woman. He'd said her name was Lilian. Oakley wondered what kind of strange name that was. Was she young? Old? Was she close to her mother at all? Once her father was done, he ended the call and sighed, leaning back against the seat. He glanced over at her, his green eyes downcast. He appeared to be sulking. No, grieving. He had still loved her mother. Oakley's mother was the one who wanted to leave. "You okay, love?" He asked, ruffling her hair. Oakley almost pushed him away. What, was she a kid again? She was almost twenty years old! She didn't need her dad pampering her right now. "Yeah...I'm fine." She mumbled, looking away. She continued to watch that same girl walk around, talking to what appeared to be her "ma" on the phone. They didn't sound too happy with one another. What was a "stock show"? Anyway, Oakley wondered how she would have acted around her mother, when she was alive. Would they have been close again? Hated each other? What would have happened? Though, she did love the girl's boots. They weren't like the ones the locals wore around here, in London. They were more of something she'd seen some American's wear on an episode of Doctor Who. Was she a cowboy? "I, uh..." She tried to get the other's attention, but almost backed out. Damn, her voice was so soft. "Er...I like your boots." She was so awkward...
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Post by Tals on Oct 19, 2016 22:00:59 GMT -5
I'm joining gimmie a moment I'm so sorry
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 22:07:24 GMT -5
Belle wanted to throw her phone through the wall of windows at the call her ma gave her. Belle didn't need to be told off about her FFA missed speeches or missed stock shoes. Maybe she just wanted a break from all of the crazy schedules that came with her life, but she did not speak of that with her ma. She hated talking to her in general, arguing was worse. Belle sat leaning forward in her chair, tapping her foot. She tried to keep herself from tipping chairs over like cows and jumping on the conveyer belt for her gun inside the luggage she carried. Belle was growing paranoid without it. She had always loved her gun. Sometimes more than her mother after they argued. Her face filled with concentration was suddenly softened at someone's quiet voice. Belle looked up at the girl. Her brown eyes examining her, determining friend or foe. Well, her eyes were brown except for half of her left eye. It was gold due to her genetic mutation. It skipped every three generations. Belle sat up a little straighter, hands resting on her lap. "Thanks. I never leave home without 'em. I like your boots too." The corners of Belle's mouth went up in a small smile. She did not mask her accent. Belle loved her accent, she was proud of where she came from.
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Post by Tals on Oct 19, 2016 22:19:34 GMT -5
Alessandra Cusmano || Female || 18 ||
Alessandra is short, standing at 5'2". She isn't overly skinny, but she isn't overly fat, borderline of, slim but has healthy little flubber. This female is also full blooded Italian, with curly auburn hair that holds little streaks of brown. Her eyes are an azure color- with deep flecks of amber hues around the pupils, which is rather odd for eye hues to have a base of almost white in color. Her skin is a light tan in hue, and turns dark in the sunlight if remaining in the sun too long. Alessandra often finds her chest getting in the way of trying to reach for objects, and well, you get the idea. Either way, she doesn't complain. She's flirty once she thinks you're safe enough to talk to, and will be bold about doing it to any type of guy she thinks she likes. She also enjoys siestas, something she cant live without. On her left forearm is a tattoo of one of the famous plague doctors, standing in full and its mask turned towards the onlooker ||
|| Current Plot ||
She currently wears a tank top, with an oversized sweatshirt from her ex that she managed to nab before he dumped her. That being sad, its purposely tattered and made to look like it was forgotten several times. Sitting on her hips down is black yoga pants, and black ankle high converse. She left her family back in Venice, saying she wanted an adventure and new life after being dumped by her boyfriend, and said it was to escape the history of her family being associated with the forbidden island so far away. Alessandra was born in Venice, Italy. That being said, she grew up knowing the Italian language and really began to learn English when she was in 8th grade. She has a thick accent over her words, but its not too bad that you cant understand her. After being in a serious relationship for two years, she found out her boyfriend had been having an affair and was actually proposing to another woman when she found out. That being said, he dumped her, and left her heart broken. It only spurred the teen to go off for a change, and after finding a way to visit the US, she had boarded the plane that would crash.
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Post by Tals on Oct 19, 2016 22:23:03 GMT -5
ill make a boy later >3> I'm figuring out which of my ocs should be put in this torture
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 22:25:39 GMT -5
{Ooo, you're character sounds intresting lol. I can see Belle and her trying to get over that language barrier XD
Alessandro: Ciao! Belle: Chow? Y'all hungry already?}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Oct 19, 2016 22:31:25 GMT -5
Oakley blinked, clearly not expecting the compliment, and flushed in embarrassment. "Ah, thanks. They are my brothers. He gave them to me not too long ago..." Out of habit, she reached down and started to brush off the top, her fingers intertwining with the laces. "They're old and ragged, haha." She smiled, then looked up at the girl, "Sorry if I interrupted something when you were busy? I hope everything is okay?" To be honest, it was none of her business. This girl could just be having problems with her family, with her mum or whoever it was she was speaking to on the phone. Why would Oakley even ask such a question? She could almost feel her father's glare beside her. It was not her place to ask such a thing. But, she was curious. And it wasn't like there was anything better to do here. So, talking to a complete stranger about her life seemed more...interesting.
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Post by Tals on Oct 19, 2016 22:32:27 GMT -5
aw thanks xD
yes I can see it happening
alessandra: ...? No but ill take food anyway
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 22:42:24 GMT -5
Belle saw the color change on the girl's face. Was she sick? Was it something Belle said? But she shrugged it off. It didn't matter at the moment. It's not like they'll ever see each other again anyway. You never see most of the people you meet a second or third time. That was to be expected though, especially with so many people in the world. Belle smiled a bit wider when the girl started talking about her shoes being ragged, revealing her white teeth. Belle's boots were worn yes, but that was because she worked in them. They were still in good condition though. "Nah, you didn't interrupt nothin'. It was just my ma complainin' again. That's to be expected though. I missed a recent stock show and another FFA function." Belle rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, crossing her legs. Her foot moved in the air as if she was tapping still. It dawned on her though that this girl might not know what these things are. She seemed like a city slicker. "A stock show is where you show animals for money, and FFA stands for Future Farmers of America. I was supposed to be at one of both but I had to come here for stuff." She took off her hat for a moment and fixed her a little before putting it back on.
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Post by Aphelyon on Oct 20, 2016 10:34:45 GMT -5
(hey sorry I was gone we went to Epcot yesterday. Anyways, adding Alessandra now. Hm. I think when we get to 12+ characters total, we'll start the plot. So 3 more to go.)
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Post by Tals on Oct 20, 2016 21:00:15 GMT -5
That's alright! okay cool! Ill make a guy just to make it a bit even? ;3 ill post him in a bit
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☼ on Oct 20, 2016 21:03:16 GMT -5
I wanna join! This looks super awesome ))
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Post by Tals on Oct 20, 2016 21:05:50 GMT -5
ello! Go ahead and make a character or two!
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Post by alfred on Oct 20, 2016 21:08:56 GMT -5
{ Anybody mind if I jump in here and claim a spot? This looks fantastic. I'll work on a charrie. . or two. haha. }
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Post by Tals on Oct 20, 2016 21:09:57 GMT -5
oh hi! I'd suggest makin a character sure!
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Bisexual
Eevee
Fluffable Eevee :3
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Post by Eevee on Oct 20, 2016 21:14:41 GMT -5
Heyo.)) Is it ok if I join and make a character?)) :3
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