|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 23:35:34 GMT -5
❝ the world is quiet here. ❞
- lemony snicket
» to lose a friend is a terrible ordeal, and even more so to be convinced that they're still alive. throwing their life away is not what muse a is doing, but rather - they're looking for the opportunity to find their friend, and find their own path. they're a lost soul, unsure of what they're supposed to do; logically, they know that they're wandering down a dangerous path, know that what they do, morally, is not right - but it's just one of those things. sometimes, a sacrifice has to be made and innocence has to be lost. that is how the world goes.
intrigued by a little town with potential, muse b isn't quite sure what to think of the strange occurrences that appear here. from missing people and bodies found in the forest, they know that something isn't right about it. in the middle of nowhere with what seems like little outside connections, the town of mirage has an oddly fitting name - as if it were planned, as if the founders knew that something was not quite right about the place/«» the two meet within the forest that seems to spirit people away; one, searching for a lost friend, and the other searching for answers. such a small town with no real connections to anything shouldn't be so interesting, and yet...it is. mirage seems to know that it's interesting, offering up a forest maze that changes every few hours, a strange checkered pattern in a blank grotto, and an odd sense of being watched. curiosity beats sense, and the two decide to uncover the mysteries of mirage.it's possible that they've bitten off more than they can chew.- ᛝ - muse athe lost soul Ori Landvik - - 20 years old -faceclaim 5'6'', mixed blond&brown hair that's tousled and somewhat curly, blue-grey eyes & fair skin with freckles. originally from kirkenes, norway. he moved to mirage as a teenager.muse bthe seeker
Reece Heartsill - - 20 years old -
no faceclaim
a man with slightly long, messy dark brown curls and pale skin. his eyes are a dark brown and he's somewhat tall with rather broad shoulders. beneath his right eye is a beauty mark. |
|
|
|
Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Dec 30, 2017 23:40:03 GMT -5
[ Sweet! I'll start working on my character soon.
I have maybe three or four consistent characters and that's it, lol. I love them, but sometimes it's nice to get a fresh start with a new one. ]
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 23:42:56 GMT -5
alright!
i don't often get the opportunity to test out (or keep up with testing) characters, so here's hoping that ori goes better d: |
|
|
|
Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Dec 30, 2017 23:54:50 GMT -5
[ I hope it goes well! This sounds super fun and interesting to me. c: ]
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 23:57:11 GMT -5
i hope it goes well too ^^ im hoping it'll be fun, since it can go in many directions lul |
|
|
|
Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Dec 31, 2017 11:30:17 GMT -5
[ I should have my character up sometime today. C: ]
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 11:56:55 GMT -5
|
|
|
|
Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Dec 31, 2017 21:58:30 GMT -5
[ Haven't found a good faceclaim yet, but here's a brief description of my character. ]
Reece Heartsill -- 20 years old
A man with slightly long, messy dark brown curls and pale skin. His eyes are a dark brown and he's somewhat tall with rather broad shoulders. Beneath his right eye is a small beauty mark.
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 22:07:50 GMT -5
ahaa, don't sweat a fc. i probably wouldn't have had one if i didnt have one in mind already d:
would you like to discuss anything else on the plot or do you want me to start? |
|
|
|
Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Dec 31, 2017 22:27:29 GMT -5
[ Hm. I can't think of anything else to discuss atm, so sure! c: ]
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 22:32:07 GMT -5
alright, i'll work on a starter then! |
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 23:19:55 GMT -5
A couple of missing posters sat on his desk, helping nobody in his search. From time to time, he'd glance at them and frown, brows pulling down as he tried to poke around the internet for...anything, really. He wasn't sure what he was looking for - a footprint, maybe, something he could utilise in his search. As it was, it had been a few months now, and nothing had come up. Naturally, the thought had occurred to him that maybe he'd been left behind, that his friend had left Mirage in the search of something else instead of poking at the forest a little more. Ori exhaled slowly, and glanced to the poster once more.
Missing
Carey Isaac
19 years old
5'10'', black hair & brown eyes.
If found, please call Maya Isaac or Don Isaac at ...
Last seen at his home.
The poster was worn down - probably from the times he'd taken it out to show people. But as it was, Mirage was a small town and everybody knew everybody, and everyone knew everything. It wasn't a matter of them not knowing, it was a matter of them not caring. Giving up. Even Carey's parents had given up, had accepted that their son was dead. It didn't make sense to Ori, he didn't understand why a few months would make them accept something that was so clearly false. With any sort of luck, his friend was just...on an adventure. Maybe he'd taken the next train out of town and had gone on to bigger and better things.
Ori was gonna kick Carey's a** when he was found, and that was a promise.
He'd been putting off the forest. It was quiet and unnerving, it seemed to change daily. Something was...wrong about it, it didn't quite make sense. In an absent motion, he chewed the end of his pen and squinted at his laptop's screen. There was nothing to help, and he couldn't just sit here and do nothing. He tapped his pen absently before he pushed himself up, nodded quietly, and moved away to get dressed. Once that was done, he grabbed his scarf and beanie (it was cold outside, he had an excuse) and grabbed his keys. The poster stayed behind, because the forest didn't have people to talk to. What was the point?
His apartment building wasn't too far from the forest, which made the walk a little more bearable. He kept his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat and walked briskly. Someone greeted him as he passed (it looked like the butcher), and he smiled distantly but didn't reply. This seemed to stop any possible conversations, and he continued onward.
Maybe he'd overestimated how close he was? Ori squinted at the forest, which seemed a little further than he'd thought it would be. He'd been fairly confident that it had been closer, but...well, it didn't matter. He was already on the outskirts by now, hesitating only momentarily before he decided to go in.
It was pretty, but he'd already known that. The cover from the trees blocked out a lot of light, but the sunlight that trickled through dappled the dark ground, covered with pine needles. There was, however, an underlying feeling of pure dread. Like something was wrong, like this forest had secrets and knew something that he didn't. The leaves of the trees, blown by the wind, seemed to whisper to each-other. Despite the danger that the place seemed to promise, Ori found himself strangely curious, now that he was making a little progress. He and Carey had always just...wandered near the outskirts, where it felt more deadly and quiet, where they could see the rest of the town, but couldn't interact with it. It was like Mirage's forest was a different world entirely, and that was oddly inviting.
A bird of some description chirped overhead, but when he glanced in the direction it had come from, there was nothing. The chirp had been cut off short, which...didn't ode well. Dangerous, he thought, but continued on nonetheless.
He came to a little clearing circled by apple trees and blackberry bushes, which seemed strange, to him. The rest of the forest didn't seem to have fruits at all, maybe a couple of smaller berries but nothing like this. It made sense because wild animals ate berries, so the fact that these ones were completely untouched was strange. Ori paused in this little clearing and poked around a little, tried to find any possible sign of his friend. It was a long shot, but it was the attempt that mattered, in his opinion.
|
|
|
|
Post by ☾ ահﻨรթεгﻨռց ოօօռร ☽ on Jan 1, 2018 0:56:47 GMT -5
Whoever said that nothing happened in small towns had clearly never been to Mirage.
In fact, Reece had little idea of how he, himself, had ended up there. In the middle of nowhere, the town had almost nothing to offer to outsiders. No amazing tourist attractions nor the dangerous appeal of the bigger cities. Not even a magnificent national park close by, like Yosemite or Yellowstone. Just a tiny, insignificant town surrounded by woodland. But that, that was exactly why Reece had become so interested in it. It had what he liked to call ”potential”.
For bigger, better things. All was not as it seemed in this sleepy little town. From unexplainable missing persons, which occurred quite frequently, to sightings of unusual creatures that fit the description of no known animals. While at first glance the forest appeared entirely natural, it was anything but.
Reece wanted to know why. A deep, exciting urge to uncover the dark secrets lying deep beneath the forest floor had began to form in his gut. Whether he was successful or not, well, only time would tell. If nothing horrible befell him beforehand, that is, as the forest didn't seem to take too kindly to those who were too nosy.
The day had started off particularly cold, though a bit sunny. Reece had dressed himself in warmer clothing, a knitted scarf and a thick coat. He'd secured his camera around his neck, checking and double checking that the strap wouldn't come loose. After his first trek into the forest the day before, he had learned his lesson. Halfway through the trip, Reece had made the disheartening realization that his brand new, higher quality camera had snapped off its straps. Tragically, all without him noticing a thing.
Well, his back up camera was nothing special, but Reece supposed it would do. He didn't want to explore the forest without some way to document his findings. Eager for the adventure, he set out from the tiny apartment he'd rented on then far side of town. Shivering at the cold, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, and walked along for what felt like only seconds. Somehow, the forest seemed a bit closer than he remembered, but then again, he wasn't too familiar with the area.
Once inside, the entire mood of the air around Reece shifted from light and peaceful, to what he could only describe as dread. It made him shudder a little, the branches of the trees above blocking a majority of the sunlight. A half hour into his walk, he saw a rather unusual flower; small and red, but it seemed to light up from within somehow. Like someone from inside was shining a flashlight through the thin petals. When he raised his camera to snap a picture, the battery sign flickered red, and the screen went dark.
“How odd,” Reece remarked, trying in vain to turn it back on. Although he'd charged it this morning, the battery was completely dead now. Nevertheless, since he was already here and going back would be a waste, he continued on. He saw no more of the odd red flowers, though he did hear the calls of a bird that just sounded off. Too deep to be any bird he'd ever encountered before and it put him just a little on guard. It took him another hour to find a small, flourishing clearing on a different side of the forest.
At least, he thought it was a different side, but now he couldn't be so sure that he hadn't walked in one big circle. Apple trees and blackberry bushes greeted him in full, and despite the amount of small critters scurrying around, not a bit of the fruit had been touched. Reece did feel rather famished after his long walk, but a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him it might not be wise. He wasn't sure why it would be dangerous---it was only fruit, after all---but he always listened to his gut.
|
|
