Idea.~
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Thread Topic: Idea.~
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Acirema is what is left of The United States of America. After World War III, the nation's remaining population banded together to form the new Republic of Acirema. In this new society, technology has taken over. Surgeries are performed ritually at the age of 18, correcting any psychological and physical flaws... Including emotions. There is a small group of people, The Resistance, who reside just outside the borders of Acirema. Behind the electrified fences, they plot to overthrow the current leader of Acirema and restore the land to its former glory. They oppose the operations. The group is made up of people from their teens to late twenties; all who had no say in the construction of the government. A girl from inside the walls meets a boy from the resistance while out for a run. This rp follows their tale of forbidden love.
I'd immensely enjoy being the boy; I have the charrie made already. I'd like just one other person. :3 My other general expectations apply still, haha. So... anyone up for it? -
alana? is it just me, or do you keep missing my posts??? I am just wondering if you want to continue the soap opera or not
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Maybe later, Dragon. I just finished a book and it gave me a surge of inspiration in the opposite direction of where our soap is headed; I need to take a little break from it.
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ok
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That sounds awesome Lananana :O But, I think we were already in a soap together, so if nobody else wants to I will.
I just don't want to deprive others of the awesome sauce that is you. -
:3 D'aw, you're so kind, Hattie! ;) You're awesome sauce too, you know. Even more awesome sauce than I am. Do you want me to bring up that other soap?
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Aw, thanks ^o^ If you want to, sure.
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Okie. :3 Or we could just do this one; your choice.
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Well, if I remember correctly, I was kind of running out of things to say on the other one D: And this one sounds really fun
I guess we could just drop the other one, if that okay with you...... -
That's fine. I was running out of things to say as well. So... Charries? :3
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Of course, I may take a while though. MY mom is having trouble with the tv and I'm gonna go see if I can help.
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That's okie. My dad's actually asking me to help him set up our new flatscreen, so I might take a while as well.
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:D The television is set up. Th picture is BEAUTIFUL, DAMMIT. It's bringing me to tears; it's just that gorgeous. x'3
A few subtle changes I'd like to make: dirty blond hair. And his nose... I want it to be smaller and more pointed.
Name: Alex
Age: 17
Other: Grew up in 'The Wilds', the unofficial name of the territory where members of The Resistance reside. The Resistance has ways to get into the city, and there are lots of members living amongst normal citizens, pretending to be government workers, etc. Alex is a security guard at the labs where teens get evaluated for their operations and matches. He is charming, sweet, and brave. -
Sweet :D
Name: Rhiley
Age: 17
Other: Rhiley has Dysthymia (mild chronic depression) and what appears to be Rett Syndrome. She had trouble making eye contact, speaking, sleeping, and plays with her hands for no apparant reason. She has a weak bone structure, a ver mild case of scoliosis, and is underweight. Her parents are anxitiously awaiting her eighteenth birthday. -
:3 I shall start?
Alex stood in the plaza by The Governor, the statue that stood at the center of the square. He took a sip of his water; his security badge and ID winked with the bright sunlight. It was early June; the weather was absolutely beautiful. It was a shame that he had to spend it in the small security hut outside the labs, monitoring cameras and deliveries that he couldn't care less about. His father had told him it was vital to have insiders, some 'sympathizers' behind enemy lines, in order to someday organize a rebellion... His father was killed when their base in The Wilds was found. He was taken to the Crypts, the local jail that housed those infected with the deliria. He'd visit his father once a month, taking advantage of his gained access by being a member of security. His father had passed away within the Crypts a few months ago. The guards had beaten him to death when he had tried to escape. Alex held his father's last words close to his heart. The last day he'd ever seen his father, on his way out, a whisper had echoed through the stone holding cell.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.
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