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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 12:05 pm
Here, you make your first in character post. It should be how and where you got snatched. Also, we can rp in this thread as far as washing up on the island if we want to.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 7:04 pm
((I write in first person but you can write in which ever you choose. Also I know my first post is extremely long winded but I don't usually make novel length posts. And if you give a one-liner I'm actually ok with it. Just don't be the person who leaves the others waiting for a whole day just to leave a one-liner)) Olabisi I had just finished stuffing a few changes of clothes into my small backpack, as I placed a note on my dresser for my parents. It read, "Mimi najua hili ni ghafla lakini mimi itakuwa nyuma katika siku chache labda. Siwezi kukuambia. Nakupenda mbili." (I know this is sudden but I'll be back in a few days maybe. I can't tell you. I love you two.) I grabbed Obadiah's inhaler out from inside my pillow case and stuffed it in the small pocket. He had left it here yesterday. That idiot brother of mine was going to go away for a while. He didn't want to tell me, he didn't tell, but I figured out from a brief conversation with him. It was not hard at all to read him. I was going to go with him, for two reasons. 1, he needs me. I can't even begin to imagine the trouble he'd get in to on his own for awhile, because he can be pretty stupid. 2, I actually probably need him more than he needs me. The last time he was away and I didn't know where he was, I almost died of grief. I know it's childish but it's true. I ran out of the house, knocking dirt up as my bare feet padded along the road. The California sun felt really good on my face, but I had no time to enjoy it. Obadiah had already walked out of his own house, and was headed down the road. "Obadiah!" I cried out to him. Honestly, I was still hoping I could get him to turn back. "Nduguye, I know what you're doing!" I yelled at him. He seemed to pay me little attention. Obadiah-Ishmael Olabisi was seriously stupid enough to follow me out here at 2 in the damn morning. "Go home, O," I insisted. I felt like this was some thing I had to do on my own. I was only running away temporarily. I didn't feel like talking to my Abu right now, and I had some thing I needed to do before the next time I did. "I will be home soon," I assured her. "I'm just going to the Dream Center. I'll have to sleep on Skid Row if I don't make it there in good timing, and I don't really want you sleeping out there." She was still following me. I knew she wouldn't turn back, because she followed me every where. She walked up beside me on the right, and I quickly covered my eye with my hand, trying to make it look like I was rubbing it from sleep. I knew she knew it was slightly bruised, though. "I'm not coming back until I get stronger, you know," I started mumbling, as we turned on to a more main road. "I have to..." I heard a strange rustle behind me and turned to see what it was, but as soon as I did, I heard O cry out briefly. When I turned back that way, this strange man had snapped her neck and was holding the bag she had. My immediate instinct was to lunge out at him, and I did. I would have knocked him cold, but some one else had grabbed me. He was much bigger than I was, but in pure anger, I punched him as hard as physically possible, and he was out. Any ounce of confidence in the man who was holding O had just left him. He started to back out as I pursued him. I had had snapped at that point, and had it in my mind that I was going to kill him. The site of O's limp body in his disgusting hands enraged me. However, the last thing I remember after that, with the butt of a large gun whizzing at my face at a very high speed.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2015 9:50 pm
Bree "Gug." Bree nearly screamed in frustration. Her friends had totally changed their plans on her. What happened to going ice skating at Riverfront park. Now they wanted her to meet at the mall. Atticus was closer than that. Not to mention Boo Radley's too. Now she had to high her tail all the way to the mall, great, just great. The girl started from the carrousel towards the mall. Seeing as it was nice outside, for once, people were out jogging. Bree passed a few of them s she kept on her track towards the mall. After a moment a dark feeling came over. Like the ones she got when her parents told her stories of ancient Ireland, but she kept going. Her back was turned to the person who would be taking away.
Taro
Taro couldn't believe this. He missed the last train and had no money for a taxi. He was sure that he could walk all the way home from his spot, but he would take a couple of hours. If that wasn't enough he was in Ikebukuro, the most shadiest part of Tokyo. Take about yakuza central. The man kept his eyes down and away from any men in business suits. Those were the ones to avoid. He didn't have much time to worry as his world went dark.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 5:53 am
((Welcome to the Guild, Angelmage! I've added your characters to the list.)) Boy I was running home from school, trying to wipe all the tears off of my face. Those bastards don't talk about the doctor and get away with it! It might not have been a big deal, really, but I felt like it was. My idiot classmates had called me trash, and the doctor a trash collector. But he's much more than that. I might still be trash, but the doctor is the best dad in the whole world and those shortlives have no right to talk about him like that. It was tool early to be going home, and even if it wasn't, there was no way I was going to take the bus back today. I took the back woods behind the school, which lead to a small road. Georgia didn't have too many of these empty, windy roads, but I was kinda glad this one was here. All I had to do was take this road until I find the clinic, and walk a mile from there. I turned the corner, and there was this tall, dark, shady guy, just standing there. It looked like was trying to get his walky-talky to work. "Gooday , mate," I kindly greeted, walking past him. His eyes seemed to follow me for a second, before he acknowledged me back. "Hay kid?" I stopped and turned to him. "Yes sir?" He walked up to me and squatted down to my level. "How strong are you?" I was a bit taken back by the question, and he started running his fingers through my hair. "P-pretty strong." I started to back away, but he had already clung to my hair. "What's one more?" he mumbled to him self, pushing a damp rag in my face. I tried to fight him off, but I guess I wasn't that strong after all.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 12:06 pm
 xxxxx
The Day started off normal. No one knew when Svein left home, he was not coming back. The morning was rainy and there was no sign of the sun even trying to poke through the heavy clouds. It was the perfect morning. After getting dressed for the morning, and having some toast and a water whilst walking out the door, svein went over what he needed to do today.
He had to do the shop, and he was unsure if he wanted some more paints or the ‘Virchow’s Archiv für Pathologische Anatomie und Physiologie und für Klinische Medizin’ {Archives of Pathological Anatomy and Physiology and of Clinical Medicine}. After a brisk walk to the tram station he decided on the latter, as he knew he could stretch his paint until next week, but the medical journal could be picked up at any point.
The book-store was quite close, if it had been nicer, he would have just walked it, however the rain had picked up. He was on a skip year whilst he decided to decide if he wanted to go to university or not. So far-- It had been three months and he still had no idea.
After picking up the book, Svein was tempted to swing by the record store. However someone had other plans for him, He did not get to the next cross-walk when there was a bolt of pain and then nothing.
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ? // xxxx
Out
ｗｉｔｈ ? // xxxx
No one
t h r e a d s ? // xxxx
. g i f //
o c c ? // xxxx
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 11:54 pm
 Cain Ichimaru It was cold out and the sky was full of dark clouds threatening to rain. Every now and then a small drop or two would fall down to earth but it still wasn't pouring yet. Cain was huddled up in an abandoned building with several other homeless people that were busy warming their hands by fires set in metal barrels or trash cans. He too was trying to warm himself by one such fire, but instead of warming his body it made his fingers and face so hot they felt as if they might burn while the rest of his body remained shivering cold. Soon Cain gave up and decided some movement might warm him better. Besides, he was getting hungry. It wouldn't hurt to look for food.
Exiting the run down building, he wrapped his arms around himself and started walking towards the nearby grocery store. This was a bad part of town but occasionally you would get someone that took pity and would go in and buy you something small to eat if you looked pathetic enough. Then again, you would also get the other types of people that would throw things or kick at you as they walked by if they thought you looked weak and helpless. It was a gamble every time any of the homeless people went out looking for food or money, but it was how they survived.
Unfortunately for Cain, he never reached the store he planned to sit outside of and beg from. While he was making his way there, two shady looking figures followed him. He noticed them, but the moment he turned around to tell them to leave him alone a chloroform soaked rag was pushed to his face and he blacked out in seconds.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 7:41 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 2:04 pm
Victoria stepped out of the classroom and stretched her arms upward. "Another long day in class. College is so much different from high school..." she said aloud. Not one other person was in sight. It was quite late after all. She stepped out of the large glass doors and took a deep breath. This was the first time she had been up at the college this late at night. She began to walk to her car, but she would never make it even a quarter of the distance to it, as a solid wack to the back of her head would knock her out almost instantly. Her groggy eyes turned up to see a figure over her, but her sight was soon gone as a bag was pulled over her head and she lost consciousness.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 6:19 pm
❁ ❀ ~ Kila || ☼ || Kila ~ ❀ ❁
`• . ¸ ¸ . • • ´ ´ ¯ ` ` • • . ¸ ¸ . • ´  With light steps Kila stepped out of the library hoping to get home soon and read up on the newly acquired fantasy novel. She patted her bag reassuring herself to having the book safely in there. It was already dark and it was drizzling. Kila wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck and skipped off in the the direction to her home. The streets were dark and desolate and Kila would stop under overtures to escape the drizzle whenever it got heavy. She quietly hoped that she'd make it home before it truly started pouring down and ran to the next cover which was a bus stop canopy. Kila reached it just as the rain decided to go strong and she sighed relieved at the decent cover. She stayed there for a while as the rain refused to let up, and she hoped that the last bus hadn't passed already. As Kila thought over the possibilities of her getting home soaked, she didn't notice another joining her under the cover of the bus stop. She was debating of doing a run for it and chance a cold when the new person tapped on her shoulder making her jump and scream. "Sorry, miss, didn't mean to scare you." Any worse of a scare and Kila would have climb up the wall of the small shelter and clawed herself at the ceiling like a cat. She took a deep breath and let out a nervous giggle, "Oh no. It's OK. Scared me, yes, but I'm OK." "I see, good. I was wondering if you could give me the time." "Oh," she said simply, "Sure! Umm," she looked down to her bag and reached in, in search for her cell. She didn't exactly like wearing anything on her wrists. It always got in the way of her when she was sketching, "Let's see, my phone's around her-" She was cut off as she felt herself being forcefully pushed and pressed onto the wall of the bus canopy. She screamed but it was muffled by a hand that over her mouth. "Now, now. Just go to sleep." She felt a sting on her neck, the world around her quickly became hazy and KIla knew no more. ` • . • ● • ۰ • ● • . • ´ || OOC: . . . |/|
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 2:28 pm
Zach woke up screaming from another nightmare. He could still feel his beloved's blood on his hands. Sweat dripped from his forehead. "Where's my bottle?" he thought. He picked up a bottle of scotch off the ground. "Empty.... Figures," thought Zach. "Well, off to work." Zach sat up, and pulled up the cardboard he was laying on from under him. It was a sign that read, "I don't care enough to lie to you, I'm gonna buy booze. Period." He didn't get that much money with a sign like that, but he didn't care. He was too drunk to care. Then, he felt a man walking up behind him. Zach felt strange, he couldn't explain it but he felt so on edge. It was enough to quickly snap him out of his drunken stouper. Zach jumped up into fighting position, but no one was there. Then from behind he felt it. I poke like a needle, then a rush of liquid like from a syringe. "Sweet dreams" said a voice, as he drifted off to sleep he could've swore it sounded like her.... His beloved Rose.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 2:55 pm
Sleeping, I remember that I was sleeping when I heard the ruckus of shuffling feet and hushed voices. I slipped into the dusty sheets of this abandon town home and watched the hooded figures shuffling about with small lights.
"I swear Mike, she was a fine lookin' one ripe for the pickin's."
A scratchy voice whispered to its partner as the white beams flickered around. Laying on these floor boards I felt their footfalls and the creaking of the wood before the suddenly stopped. Planting my hands on the floor I prepared myself to dart towards the door I if they were to find me. Watching their feet I noticed them coming closer, too close for comfort. They were only five feet away when I shot out of the cover of the sheets like lightening.
"There she go Mike! Out the front!!"
The men shouted angrily as they gave chase, but I was already out the door greeted by fresh cool air and a blinding pain to my head. My body collapsed to the ground and the world frizzled out to black. I felt hands grab me and lift me, I felt swaying and heard the sound of brakes, the smell of ocean water cleansed my nose from the musky smell of whatever I was in. Voices that I could barely understand as I went through more swaying and a rough set down. What woke me was the sound of jet engines hours later followed by the sounds of fighting and arguing. I was curious as to what was happening outside of my wooden crate before I felt the plane suddenly drop. Me and my crate was airborne inside this little cargo hold before CRASH!!!! The plane crashed and my crate was smashed as I was thrown into some water. The rest became a blur, but I remember being washed ashore and quickly regaining my surroundings. Where was I?
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 9:25 am
Sam walked home slowly while whistling to the music in her headphones, she glanced up at the sky as it darkened. She sighed, "Another rainy day." She walked until she was right in front of her door, she stopped to find the key in the pockets of her green hoodie. She pulled the key out and gingerly inserted it into the lock, she adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and turned the key. The oak door swung open to reveal a dark hallway. As she stepped into the doorway, something collided with the back of her head and she fell forward unconscious.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 9:32 am
LordoftheClocks Sam walked home slowly while whistling to the music in her headphones, she glanced up at the sky as it darkened. She sighed, "Another rainy day." She walked until she was right in front of her door, she stopped to find the key in the pockets of her green hoodie. She pulled the key out and gingerly inserted it into the lock, she adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and turned the key. The oak door swung open to reveal a dark hallway. As she stepped into the doorway, something collided with the back of her head and she fell forward unconscious. My character is Sam (16 years old)
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 3:54 pm
Welcome to the guild, Lord of the Clocks! I'm glad to have you. Make sure to stop by the Islander Creation thread to at least minorly fill out a character sheet. (n_n)
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 8:57 pm
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