You said I had to make the thread.
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Thread Topic: You said I had to make the thread.
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A young "criminal" is used to test a new time traveling technology, which has been specially programmed to send them back as soon as they arrive safely. The technology breaks upon arrival, however, leaving this person a few hundred/thousand years before their natural time. They have to rely on a person in our modern day for assistance in escaping the people who originally sent them back.
I'd like to be the time traveler, and I'm thinking they should be in late high school or perhaps college? -
I said I would make it right after you said why.
College sounds fine. -
WELL HERE I AM, FIGHT ME
Okay. Gender preferences? -
*screeeches, goes super saiyan* BRING IT!!!
What are you comfortable with? Like what gender? -
I'd really like my character to be a girl, is what I'm saying. You cool with that?
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Sure.
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Uh, charries then?
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Yup.
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Name: Lux Tripp
Age: 20 (born in 2289
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Don't care
Appearance: Blondish red, shoulder length hair/pale skin without freckles/about 5'8"/slim, but muscular build/greenish grey eyes/huge scar stretching diagonally from right shoulder to left hip/kind of has a resting b-- face
Other: Lux grew up in an offpost of an underwater colony off of Washington, where her parents worked as engineers on an exploration project. She was about 17 when they returned to the main hub, where she was quickly accused of a crime she had no prior knowledge of. Upon turning 20, she was selected to join a time traveling research project. Because of her upbringing, she is strong, an excellent swimmer, and comfortable in cold temperatures. She's intelligent and prefers to work alone. -
Name: Alan Baxter
Age: 21(born 1994)
Sex: male
Sexuality: straight/asexual
Appearance: jet black hair that is in a trim cut and hangs down slightly, tan skin, 6'1", muscular built, bright hazel eyes, wear glasses and contacts, but usually just his glasses.
Other: Alan grew up in a rural community in Illinois and decided to try something different with his life, going to college as an art major with a minor in psychology at the University of Chicago and lives in a small flat working at the museum of history in Chicago. He enjoys the wonderful silence of his a flat and his great cat Bruce. -
Want me to start?
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Yes please. Sorry I'm gonna be a bit slow and I have work in an hour.
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They'd said that as soon as she arrived, she'd be back. It'd be painless, probably. And as soon as everything was done, she'd be free again. No more pointless imprisonment, no more counting down the days until the end of her sentence.
It was probably the lust for freedom that drove her to push the button. It was easy, really. In a second, she'd altered her fate and tangled it up with a different sort of timeline. It was an ideal trade on her part, or so she thought.
The traveling itself felt like she'd been pulled from her core. Every part of her was shrinking itself to orient itself more naturally around her core. She wanted to puke, or run a marathon. But then, as soon as it'd started, it was over. She dropped back into consciousness with a soft thud, first her feet, then knees, then outstretched palms. While it didn't actively register, she could feel damp earth and fresh grass, into which she dug her fingers. This silent plea for control was granted as she remained stationary for not one minute, but two, and then three. She allowed herself to finally move on the fourth. -
Alan breathed in the cold damp air of the windy city. The tall buildings surrounded him and the people that walked around him,talking on their phones and chattering on about new clothes or telling their child to calm down. He loved the world around him, he really did, but people who were loud bothered him immensely. He needed somewhere quiet to walk, meaning a walk in the park sounded about right. He walked to the nearest bus stop, which wasn't far at all and too it to the park, where there would be a scarce amount of people.
He stepped off onto the concrete side walk and started walking, his converse sneakers kicking up tiny rocks and crunching small branches as he breathed in the pine scented air and watched the people around him, not aware of the events that would soon transpire, but he just cared about the now. -
The first thing she did was sit up and get into a kneeling position, sitting up as straight as possible. The air here was filthy. She coughed involuntarily, then stared up at the sky for a moment. It was the color of the water as daylight started to fade, so the time must have been somewhat around there. She watched the trees sway ever so slightly before a startling realization hit her-- she was out of the ocean and on solid ground for the first time in her life.
Lux glanced around at the earth beneath her, taking a moment to actually touch the grass and run her fingers across the soil holding it in. She pulled her hand back up to inspect the dirt left on her fingers. It was strange how firm it was, yet how soft. It was nothing like sand. She then decided to stand, falling over with the first attempt. There was a sudden lack of the weightlessness she was used to, and as soon as she stood, she had to reach for one of the trees for balance. It was weird how solid the tree was, too. She inhaled another gasp of the dirty air and turned to lean against the trunk.
The clunky bracelet on her wrist was flashing anxiously, all of its usual sounds now muted. It didn't take engineering knowledge to see that the thing was horribly broken and probably about to die. Not yet bothering to think of any associated contras, she tore it off of her arm and threw it to the ground. She was finally free.
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