Calamity
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Thread Topic: Calamity
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I'll be able to get on later and skip 1714 for a turn if that's okay))
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That's fine.))
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Ominous clouds loomed over Ashrae's head as the rain fell from the sky in sheets. It wasn't the type of rain that was just a slight drizzle, something that was fun enough to play in, but it wasn't the pounding hard rain that made it impossible to do anything either. There was no wind. Just the rain. Falling, and hitting the pavement as she walked with her brother, Pyotor, to the new school they both had got accepted to. But in a way, the rain gave Ashrae a rather lonely feeling. There was just the rain, which made everything cold, and her small frame began to shiver. She was totally soaked, and she was thankful that she had wrapped everything in her suitcase with a plastic bag, just in case things got wet. Her green eyes scanned the area around her, taking everything in. Just moments before, the sun was out and shining, making everything seem rather beautiful and lively. But that's when the clouds rolled in, along with the soft thunder, bringing rain with it. In a way, Ashrae saw it as a bad omen, like something was going to happen. Don't be silly, she thought to herself. You're just nervous about the new school, that's all. The rain doesn't mean anything. This happens all the time. What you really should worry about is hurrying up to get there. You're going to get sick if you stay out any longer.
Well, it looked like a good day to walk to the new school. The sun was out and shining, the weather wasn't too hot or too cold, and Pyotor and Ashrae lived a few city blocks away, so it seemed like a wonderful idea to walk around. Until the rain came. It came down just hard enough to piss Pyotor off. He was just glad that he wore his weather jacket to keep himself dry. Still, he looked around at the buildings him and his sister passed, keeping an eye out for the school, until the run down building came into view. "There's the school," Pyotor stated over the sound of both his and Ashrae's luggage being pulled on wheels behind the two of them. "It's not too far."
Pyotor's younger sister nodded her head slightly, her soaking black hair falling in her eyes. She was visibly shaking from the rain, like a scared puppy. Her thin oversized hoodie wasn't doing much to keep her warm, that was obvious. "Good," she spoke up in a small voice. "Because it's getting a bit cold."
A slight sigh escaped Pyotor's throat as he looked down at his sister. Her immune system wasn't the greatest, as she was rather fragile in general. Being cold and wet wasn't the best thing for her. "Didn't you bring a coat, Ashrae?" he questioned.
"Well, the weather was just so nice, I just stuffed it in my luggage. I didn't think I'd need it," Ashrae responded in a small voice, as if she was a bit embarrassed.
Not wanting his sister to get sick, Pyotor began to take off his leather jacket, getting chills down his spine as the rain hit his back, and then he put it over Ashrae's shoulders, while also putting the hood up. "Here, you're going to get sick. You just recovered from the Flu, and with this new school, the last thing we need is you getting sick again."
Ashrae looked up at her brother, ready to protest against him saying how he would also get sick from the rain, but after spending so many years living with him, Ashrae knew how stubborn Pyotor was, and just decided to give him a slight smile and thank him.
Soon enough the two arrived at their new school. It was rather odd. Everyone said that it had been renovated and made like it was brand new, but it still looked rather run down; like they hadn't done any work on the outside of the building at all. And there was an odd feeling both Ashrae and Pyotor got. The lack of people was rather odd. Though, it somewhat made sense, as it was pouring rain, and who would want to be out in the rain? Still, both felt a bit unsettled.
And that's when things went dark. Utterly dark for the both of them. One moment they were standing in the rain, and then the next it was like the air was being sucked out of their chest and they felt light headed, floating through the air. Both had passed out. -
;-; Fb has always been such an amazing roleplayer. Jesus Christ. You never needed improvement and you still improve.))
Bumping for 1714.)) -
:') Omfg i woke up and checked this thread to read that, this makes me so happy thank you ^~^))
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:') it's so true. Jesus Christ. Like, I'm over here sucking at it and you have improved so much.))
Welp. It's been 6 days. I'll make a post in a few. 1714 has had plenty of time to prepare. Sorry, 1714. You can catch up whenever. Tomorrow is the last day before you get dropped out. I'm not trying to be rude. I just want to get far in the Rp and not let it die.)) -
Alyce's eyes fluttered open. Everything was so blurry and painful. Her mouth twitched, which caused her a groan of pain. She tried to remember what exactly happened in the past 20 minutes. Pain. Pain. That's all she felt. Alyce forced her body up to a sitting position. What the hell? Oh, wait. That's right. She was in a school before this happened. Why was she asleep? Her hand touched her forehead and she yelped. That's where the pain had been coming from. "....Ah..." She made more sounds from her pain and used the wall to pull herself up. She was in a classroom? It was simply empty. Apparently, she had taking a large blow to the head too. Her mind buzzed. Alyce had so many questions but that wasn't important. The important thing was that on the floor near her was a folded up piece of paper. She hoped this would clear up something. The paper made her even more confused.
*Folded piece of paper*
Hello, New Student. We command that you would get to the gym as soon as you find this note. Don't be alarmed. Everything will clear up in a moment. I will tell you one thing though. There is no way out. Goodbye.
The writing was written in crayon and it appeared very child-like. It occurred to her that maybe she had hit her head too hard. However, like the note said, she stumbled off to go find the gym.
Maggie's dizziness was gone when she looked around the bathroom. It appeared that she was in the girl's bathroom. Stalls neatly piled in a roll and the room was decorated in a hideous green. She was beyond confused and something made this even worse. The stuff she had been carrying was gone. There was no cellphone. No bags. No nothing. Something else was very wrong. The bathroom window had metal over it. There was No Way Out. Her heart skipped a beat and she had to grab on to one of the bathroom's sinks to keep from passing out again. Her blue orbs widened when she looked at the shaby glass on the huge mirror. She looked terrible. Her hair had been tossed everywhere. She immediately patted it down, while she was grooming her hair with her fingers a note caught her eyes. A folded note that had been placed on the sink. She hesitantly opened it and gasped. Her eyes grew and she looked back at the window, confirming there was no way out.
Blaze's attitude was beyond gloomy, when he finally found his bag from the plane's station. He was 10 minutes late. Of course. He just had to be late. The plane's landing took very much time. More than he thought it would. It didn't help that he was going to have to walk to the school in the rain. Blaze had not planned any of this. He was behind and stressed from the choice of wardrobe he grabbed. He had not planned for rain. He had wore the closest thing he had to formal, besides a tuxedo. The leather of the shoes were not able to endure water. So, here you have it. A depressed Blaze, dragging two suitcases of stuff through mud and water. Oh, and ten minutes late of course. Blaze checked his watch. Make that 18 minutes late. He sighed and dragged his belongings through soggy grass. However, it didn't take much time to walk from the plane arrival place to the school. He was probably 30 minutes late in all, when he finally showed up to the school. It didn't really matter, because he was out cold when he stepped on the grounds anyway.
Camden awkwardly walked through the gate of the school grounds, dodging large puddles and avoiding getting wet. He stepped up to the doors and gave himself a light smile. This was it. A new school. A new life. A new fate. A new journey. He expected it to go differently when he walked in, since his head was connected with a strong bat. He felt like one of those stupid cartoons because everything was pretty much stars and the worse pain ever. A dozen years later, or at least it felt like years to Camden, he woke up in a cafeteria. He groaned and dragged himself to a trash in the corner of the room. He found himself vomiting in it a few seconds later and he dropped himself back to the floor on his ass. Something was crusty on the top of his lip and he licked it. He recoiled and the taste of metal filled his mouth. He touched his face. Camden's nose must've started bleeding when he got dropped on the floor earlier, because dried blood was surrounded by his nose. He took a few minutes to scrub it off and gather his thoughts. Where was he? Why was he feeling so weak? Why was he laying on the floor? Questions piled up more, when he found a folded note in his pocket.
I realized that this post sounded rush. Sorry. I'll slow things down when they get to the gym. I'm trying to get each of my character's beginnings to hurry it up because the most important part is when they arrive at the gym.)) -
Maddie, I mean. s--- far. I keep getting two of my characters confused. Ignore every time I put Maggie. It'll happen a lot through this because I'm doing another roleplay with the name Maggie.
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SORRY I'M LATE
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^^You're fine. Just make a post.))
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so does everyone have to pass out like idk lol)
Seashells.
Her creamed lips were curved into an ovular shape, much in uncanny resemblance to wrinkled prunes or some sort of aging grape, as her deliberate concentration beamed directly into the craft that she was woven into, which was scraping holes into seashells that she collected at an abandoned beachy oasis that was never touched by invasive man nearby her little comfortable area of accommodated and predictable safety just for her, always despicably there for her. Her feet rocked back and forth, brushing her many years old office chair legs that screeched whenever her bare tootsies impacted it. They always made a cluster of bizarre noises which produced a tedious mantra, a malfunctioned spinning record in Kona's head as she was also preoccupied on the screen of her computer, which she fiddle and occasionally made consistent growls when her mind would fuzz and her creativity would suddenly become constipated and clogged from churning any ideas for the editing for her photos. Whenever the rage was malignant and would kill her determination, she kicked back and just shoved an alarming amount of shells on a thin frail string of yarn.
It was a hard time for her, she was finally starting to step out of a smooth box that has been deflecting her from the pure liberation that now her curiosity yearns for, some freedom that her psyche covets and fabricates it into her own fantasy of creating her own autonomy in her patrolled life, but the helicopter always breezes above her to watch and control, even fantasies that were meant to be private and sacred.
They always were meant to be that. But even the most overwhelming figures that kept the chains flowing could even surpass reality and melt into her desired fiction. It was almost like they were omnipotent.
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It's been three days since Ello was last on. Also bump))
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You can go ahead and post Fb. Me and 1714 has both replied.))
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Also, 1714, can I just say I love how poetic your writing is. Like I honestly don't know the definition to half the words you just used in your post jesuci))
Cold. Wet. Shivering. Pain. Slowly, emerald green orbs fluttered open only to see what looked like a ceiling. The ceiling tiles were rather old, but weren't in anyway run down. It was like the age of a house that was hardly holding itself together, but was still in a way beautiful all on its own. Carefully, as her frail body felt rather cramped from the cold, Ashrae pushed herself off of the ground and looked around her. It appeared that she was lying in the middle of a school hallway, alone and abandoned, with a puddle of water around her body, probably from the rain that had soaked her clothes not too long before. The air around her was still rather cold, and as she tried to stand up, this proved to be a hard task for Ashrae as her muscles kept cramping up from her shivering. Confused and dazed, once Ashrae could stand she looked around to survey the area around her. Her luggage was nowhere in sight, neither were any people. Her brother, Pyotor, wasn't anywhere around her. She still had his coat, which was somewhat comforting (and it also kept her warm) but she was still rather alarmed that he wasn't there. No one was. But there was a note that she found on the ground, half soaked in water from the rain. Reaching her slim and pale fingers downward, Ashrae reached for the note and picked it up. Upon opening it, she realized that it was written in crayon, in a way that a child would write. But the note was most defiantly not written by a child; and there was one line that Ashrae kept reading over and over again.
There's no way out.
That's when the panic settled into Ashrae. There was no way out? There couldn't be! She felt her throat closing up on itself and her feet and fingers go numb with the freezing cold she still felt. There had to be a way out. The place was a school, not a prison! Either way, that part didn't matter. Slowly, Ashrae got her feet to shuffle forwards and slowly move through the hall. She had to get to that gym; she had to find her brother.
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"Son of a b----," Pyotor muttered under his breath.
At that moment, Pyotor was sitting on a bench in the middle of what he was sure was a locker room, bent over with his elbows on his knees as his hands held a note. Moments before, Pyotor was on the ground, with a rather annoying pain in the back of his head. He was confused and angry, wondering how he got where he was and where his sister happened to be... so many questions raced through his mind, demanding to be answered. After a few seconds of being slightly pissed off and confused, though, Pyotor noticed a note. Once he read the note, that's when Pyotor knew just how much trouble he was in; not only him, but his sister; wherever she happened to be.
Knowing that he had little to no time to waste messing around, Pyotor stood up from where he was sitting and briskly walked out of the locker room, pushing the door open with as much force as he could muster in his state. The place seemed utterly empty and abandoned, and Pyotor began to wonder if there was even anyone else in the school with him. Ashrae had to be there, though. Somewhere inside those walls she had to be there, and Pyotor knew damn well that he was going to find her. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her.
"Ashrae?" Pyotor called out, his voice not booming loud, but still loud enough to echo through the empty hallways, reminding him that he only had his voice as company and that there was a small chance that he would ever find someone in that school. It was a rather big place, after all.
After a while of stopping and thinking, though, Pyotor realized that it was probably best if he were to go to the gym that was mentioned in the note. He wanted to find out just what was going on, and perhaps he would have a better chance of finding his sister there, as well.
"I knew I didn't like prestigious schools." -
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