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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:12 am
"Goodbye sweetie! Be careful crossing the street, okay?!"
That's what your mom yelled to you as you crossed the street to catch your bus. You were about to walk on, when suddenly, everything went black. The last thing you felt was the cold hard ground break your fall. A few minutes later, you wake up, expecting to see lights around you, as if you were in a hospital. But it's the exact opposite- everyone isn't paying any attention to you at all. You know for a fact everyone had the black out, because you saw your mom and a few of your neighbors fall at their windows. But they were all already up. Your mom was watering the garden, completely oblivious to what had happened. You stood up, reaching towards the bus. But suddenly, the doors closed, and the bus driver zoomed off, as if confused why he had stopped there. Now worried you run to your mom, asking her what had happened and if she was alright. She doesn't flinch. Even more worried, you put your hand on her back- or at least try to. Your hand goes right through her. You scream, but no one can hear you.
Profiles ∥OCC
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:19 am
The Story.
You have become what some may consider a ghost. But not exactly. You see, you can't be killed easily, and you haven't been killed either. During the black out, 8 people, 4 girls and 4 boys, were randomly chosen by a suspicious satellite. You are one of them. The satellite had given you some sort of transfusion with something, which has made you sort of invisible. No one can hear you, see you, or feel you. But, you can touch inanimate objects, so it is possible to get in touch with the human world. Also, you can see the 7 others of your kind. And you should know them- they all live on your street. Also, too keep track of you, the satellite has sort of tattooed you with a number from one through eight as large as a thumb, somewhere on your body. You have to be careful, though. Humans aren't supposed to see you. There are two dangers of that. One, you appear on film. And two, you appear in mirrors, so a human can see you in either one of those. And there are certain ways to have humans see you without those things- but let's let you figure that out for yourself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 8:22 am
Rules.
-Follow the gaia ToS. So no cybering, stuff like that, okay?
-Violence and romance is strongly encouraged, but don't go too far.
-The Ghosts can't kill other Ghosts, got that?
-PM me profiles called 'chitty bang bang'
-Wait for my Okay before posting
-No one liners. At least a small paragraph of 5 to eight lines.
-It's semi lit to lit here people. That means no text talk!
-Everyone is human
-Use the profile layout exactly, or else I shall stab you in the eye with a rusty fork.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:38 am
Profile Skeleton
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[IMG]url of your character's picture here, real only NO ANIME[/IMG]
❝ [b][size=9] [color=thistle][a quote from your character][/color] [/size] [/b]❞
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[size=9][b]The Best Day of My Life......[/b]
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((birthday, Month and day. Spell it out please))
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[b]About [color=powderblue]((age, spell it out please))[/color] Years Have Passed Since Then[/b]
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Let's Talk About Me.[/b]
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The Number Engraved on Me....[/b]
[color=dimgrey]((Let me fill this out))
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[b]That Number is Hidden on my....[/b]
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((where your number is. I will fill this out as well))[/color]
[b]The One Who Has Caught My Eye...[/b]
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((Crush. I can change this when you have one, just PM me. And you are allowed to have the same crush as someone else, it's funner that way anyways :3))
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[b]My Master is[/b] [color=gold]((USERNAME :3))[/color][/size]
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:01 pm
Setting.
Date.
☐ January
☐ February
☐ March
☐ April
☐ May
☐ June
☐ July
☐ August
☐ September
☑ October
☐ November
☐ December
☐ Sunday
☐ Monday
☑ Tuesday
☐ Wednesday
☐ Thursday
☐ Friday
☐ Saturday
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20-21-22-23-24-25-26-27-28-29-30-31
Hour.
(morning)
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12
Hour.
(evening)
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12
Weather.
Warm ☐
Cool ☑
Hot ☐
Freezing ☐
Thunder Storm ☐
Light Drizzle ☐
Pouring Rain ☑
Black Clouds ☐
Grey Clouds ☐
No Clouds ☐
Very Sunny ☐
Blizzard ☐
Tornado ☐
Hurricane ☐
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:01 am
 Aɭɩce Яɑɩɳɳ βɭɑcҡ
❝Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.❞
Alice woke up on the damp concrete sidewalk with a slight gasp as the daytime light came to her with a bang. Her breath formed steam in the cold air, and luckily, a thick tree covered her from the hard buckets of ice cold rain dropping heavily from the dark morning sky. She looked around for a moment, confused of what had happened. She had started the day like any other. She woke up, ate some cereal, and was warned by her mother about crossing the road before going off to get on the bus. But then, there was a big blackout. She remembered seeing her mother and some other people fall to the ground just as she did. It was a total blackout. Truthfully, she had been expecting to wake up under hospital lights, but she awoke to the complete opposite.
Everyone was ignoring her.
They all looked as if nothing had happened. Through the window of her house, she saw her mother was inside drinking tea while her father read the newspaper, struggling over the crossword puzzles. They didn't look anything like they knew a black out had happened. She then got even more confused as her bus passed her stop completely, ignoring the fact she was lying on the ground. She stood up, brushing off her black denim jeans and her white Abercrombie and Fitch sweatshirt. She inspected her new black uggs before picking up her black and white messenger bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and walking through the rain to her house. Once at her door, she opened it with her key, and dropped her bag in the hall. "Mom!" she called. "I need a ride! The bus passed me!" she called, walking into the living room. "Mom, I need a ride," she repeated, walking towards he mother. She put her hand on her mother's shoulder, or at least, tried to. Her hand slipped right through her mother's shoulder like nothing was there. Alice gasped, taking a step back to keep herself from feinting. She stared wide eyed at her hand for a moment, then ran to the hall, picked up her bag, and ran outside. She didn't care it was raining, it hardly mattered right now. She got under the tree she had woken up from, and looked at her hands again. "What happened," she whispered to herself.
❝But the roses are wilted, and the violets are dead, my sugar is gone, and my wrists are stained red.❞
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:04 am
((omg, guilds aren't good with multiple codes in posts.... SO ANNOYING))
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 11:48 am
Ƭancred ξlijah Ƭaylor
♣♦♥♠
For now I'll play the game
And I'm waiting for your movexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
But I've got to say
That I never lose.xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo   Wake up, Tancred ol'buddy. Time to wake up. Just like you to pass out right before you have to catch the bus. Things like that always seem to happen, don't they? Everyone else passed out with you, though. Guess you've gotten everyone else sick, huh? You little monster you little freak. Now that you've made everyone else hurt, it's time to wake up and take the blame. You know why? Because it's your fault.
With a loud, unneeded groan, Tancred Elijah first swung a leg up and over his body, managing to get himself on his hands and knees before standing completely up. He stood there for a long moment, looking entirely lost and confused. It took him another long moment to realize that not only had he managed to pass out, but he was also wet. Really, really wet. Because it was raining and he didn't take an umbrella like his mother had said, let alone a jacket that would be good at keeping the rain off.
"Aw, s**t!" he yelled, scrambling towards the bus stop. He stood there, jumping up and down and waiting for the bus to show. When it did....it completely passed him up. Holding his hands out, he stared at the back of the bus before cursing the bus driver and his mother.
Running a hand through his hair, he turned and ran back towards his home. None of this would have happened it he had taken drivers ed like he was supposed to. At the door to his home, he let himself in(thankfully, his mother hadn't locked the door. He didn't have his keys.) Stripping off his sweatshirt and soaked shirt, he left them in a pile near the door before wandering off into his room, exchanging soaked clothes for dry.
Fully dressed and a bit dryer, he wandered into the kitchen, where his mother stood washing dishes from last night. "Uh, hey. I'm back. Missed the bus, mind giving me a ride in?" His entire sentence was choppy, but that's how they usually were when speaking with his mother. Less words used the better.
Instead of turning around and either yelling at him for not listening to her, and actually picking her keys off the table and telling him to get his a** into gear, she ignored him. Huh. Well, he could deal with that. He asked again, and she continued to ignore him.By this time, Tancred was beginning to become a bit angry, and he reached out to tap her on the shoulder.
And there was nothing. His hand went right through her.
His eyes widened slightly, and he took a quick, unsteady step back. His mouth opened and closed a few times, and he looked down at the hand he had used to reach out and try to touch her. It looked as solid as it usually did. Still, it caused him to take a few more, wild steps backwards, before making a full turn and heading back outside, despite the rain and cold.
Was he dead? He didn't feel dead. In fact, he felt just the same as he usually did. Same old damn, flirtatious Tancred. Same old 'freaky' albino. A frown fixated itself on his features, and he continued running until he managed to trip over his own shoelaces and roll a few feet over the pavement and grass. He didn't bother getting back up, instead rolling onto his back and placing his hands over his eyes.
Well. This seriously sucked.
[[Yeah, Inorite? :c]]
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