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 Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 3:50 pm
I thought it might be fun to get a roleplay started in this forum.
If anyone has not yet read Aurora's forum rules for basic roleplaying regulations, please do so! She hit every rule in the ballpark with what she outlined earlier, so respect what she said.
Other than that, no additional rules for this. If anyone is curious, "Sola Fide" is latin for "Faith Alone".
I was going for a steampunk flare with this. But we'll see how that keeps up.
After reading my first post, don't let places like "Berilian City" or "Rosewood" or the "Academy" make you think you have to wait for my lead to define these places. They could turn out to be something entirely differant than what I originally have in mind. And what I have in mind as of now is incredibly basic. The Academy is a school (school for what? be creative with this one wink ). Rosewood is Ethan's hometown. Berilian City is where he is coming from.
I'll be flexible with whatever ideas are eventually pieced together.
Other than that, have fun with this!
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 3:59 pm
Although Ethan Caprice was looking forward to his trip home to Rosewood, he doubted his hasty departure from the hospital in Berilian had been the wisest decision. After gaining the strength to stay conscious for more than a few hours his last week there, he had checked out against his doctors’ wishes first thing that morning.
During the day, the pain was not as bad since there were other things to distract him. At night, however, as he lay in bed within the dark confines of the room, staring at the ceiling, the full coursing of agony began to flow through his beaten body.
The medication he had been given from Berilian did nothing to quell the pain it seemed. The prescription was weak and though he was tempted, he could not under any circumstances take any more pills. Any higher dosage and the results could be threatening, he had been warned.
When the boat lurched, his body rocked back and Ethan immediately shut his eyes. It was all he could do to keep from crying out in pain and downing that entire bottle of pills. He quickly grunted to keep from screaming.
Despite being wracked delirious with pain, he was still awake enough to know he was not alone.
The room was also shared by another passenger, who remained sleeping on a bed across from his own. Whoever had came in after him and had been considerate enough to lie down immediately without disturbing him. Not even the incandescent lights had flickered on once. The least Ethan could do was try to remain still and allow this new roommate he was sharing quarters with a quiet night’s sleep.
There were indeed additional beds inside the room. However, Ethan was quite sure these were empty. Either not enough passangers had been onboard to occupy these beds, or the passangers designated these beds had not yet returned to their sleeping quarters.
Slowly, he turned onto his side. The wounds on his face and arm had not completely healed. The initial openings from the more severe wounds had been sealed up by stitching and time, but there was still a great deal of poison and infectious hazardous material that still existed in finer amounts throughout his body. The poison and toxins that the doctors had not been able to remove now burned at his flesh from the inside, and his bones felt as though they were being grinded with steel wool.
Ethan clenched his fingers into fists, stretching the sheets tightly over the edge of his bed. Had he ever known that things like this could have happened to him he would have never even gone to the Academy. Things like this weren't supposed to happen. The safety of the students was supposed to be guaranteed in all ways possible. How then had this happened?
Suddenly, Ethan heaved. Leaning over his bed, he began to cough. He tried to stifle the spasms but the fit lasted uncontrollably for several minutes, leaving him exhausted. His exhaustion was forgotten quickly however when he pulled his hand away from his mouth. A thick, warm liquid had drenched his sleeve and palm, running slowly through his fingers and falling in small droplets to the floor below...
...it was blood.
Contrary to Ethan’s beliefs, his roommate was wide awake in the room and had been for some time.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:12 pm
Taylor sat in the "restaurant" compartment, which basically consisted of a makeshift bar built up in front of that place the little food carts came from. Although she hated everything about being sent to some piss a** town, at least this part was nice.
The trip from Berilian to Rosewood was technically international. Treaties had been set up between the two allied countries to allow students to study in either country without visas (and even to allow students of lower grades to attend public schools and high schools). Still, they were technically separate countries. The mountain range that sprawled the border area of the two countries made it nearly impossible to form cities near towns where they were needed without crossing the boarder or blowing up ridiculous amounts of rock. Either because the laws were devised in a time less able to do so or because they were still environmentally conscientious in those days, the countries decides to allow each other this type of city access, as well as many similar types of treaties for trade. Rosewood did have some small cities on its side of the boarder, but Berilian was bigger and nearer by far. Basic education was available in many cities, you could learn trades and good community knowledge in the schools near Rosewood. Berilian was, however, the best option for anyone wanting to take advances or specialized education. Those kids (Taylor always considered them kids) from the Academy, among others, needed to make the trip.
So, here Taylor was, with duty free liquor and time to kill. She'd been sorted into the wrong cabin again. For some reason all these companies were the same. Because her name sounded male she was always sorted into all-boys cabins or some other odd predicament. Unisex was fine, Taylor was used to it, but the people who took this root always seemed too skidish to have anything but family and friend compartments be booked unisex. In any case, she'd avoid her cabin as much as possible. What she needed to do would have needed an empty cabin, anyway.
Taylor wasn't used to wearing this much clothing. Until she arrived in the posh towns out west no one cared about scars, bleeding and a working life (Taylor was from the country Berilian was in, the eastern one). The toughest, brightest and bravest were thought to come from the Academy. She laughed. the school was top safety, from mental energy exercises, to martial arts and contemplation, they were all done safely. She was used to doing things the fast way. The fast way was dirty and painful but you learned so much more. She observed the people from the academy for sometime, but she would probably never go. Teachers don't allow themselves to be taught by students, especially if the students are "unsafe".
So, she wore her hair down with a hood up and a partial mask covering her face. Her thumbs went though a hole in her sleeves and kept the worst of the marks on her hands hidden. She wore long pants; she was covered. As much as she did this to blend in, she felt ridiculously unnatural. She sat; she drank; she contemplated the time she'd eventually need to sneak into her cabin. She had to wonder if it would go well, or if she would end up sleeping at the bar.
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