Airalin

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@Classpet

Abby cocked an eyebrow as Cammila revealed her full name. It was an odd name - certainly not one that sounded like it came from her world. "I'm Abby," she said, not bothering with a last name. "Are you from this place?"

As the younger girl played with a fancy looking ring, Abby turned her attention to jewelry, as well. The store had a wide variety of the stuff available, some of which looked like something she might buy an a department store, and other pieces that featured a more archaic design. A pendant shaped like a sword hung at the end of one silvery necklace, its hilt adorned with a tiny amethyst. Abby tried it on, looking in the mirror. Light gleamed off the small gemstone, sharply contrasting her dark clothing. Abby pocketed it.

"I wonder what other shops are around here," she said, choosing a few other pieces of jewelry. She frowned at the little girl who seemed so pleased to be shadowing her. Would the child stay once she saw Abby's true nature - her desire to test the boundaries no matter what situation she found herself in? In this world, stealing was pointless, because everything was free... but surely there would be other rules to break. Clearly, she wasn't the only visitor in this world - what would happen if she tried to sow confusion among the others, to make them believe the entity that brought them here was up to something malevolent? A sly smile crossed Abby's face at the notion; the results could be hilarious!

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The world changed in a whirlwind of cotton and silk. Drab clothing that middle class parents could scarcely let their daughter indulge in - all of it was gone, along with that ugly gray sweatsuit. After what must have been an hour of trying on skirts, blouses, and whatever else tickled her fancy, Abby found herself standing in front of a tall mirror, admiring the frilly, dark dress that covered her from shoulders to knees. It was so pretty, complimented her dark hair, yet also surprisingly comfortable. Low-heeled Mary Janes and long, dark socks completed her outfit.

Slowly, her lips curved upward. How long had it last been since she'd genuinely smiled?

"And no matter what I do, injuries will always heal?" asked Abby, turning toward the saleswoman - Carol was her name - who had greeted her upon her arrival. The woman beamed and nodded in response to her question.

"That's right, dearie! Here, nothing is going to hurt you. There's nothing to run from, so you can wear whatever you want!"

Abby put a finger to her mouth thoughtfully, inspecting a longer skirt hanging from a rack. Although Carol's upbeat, squeaky voice made Abby want to press her hands against her ears, she had begrudgingly become a little bit fond of the woman. That would have irritated her if she weren't so absorbed in choosing an outfit.

The gentle chiming of a bell announced the entrance of another customer. Abby glanced upward distractedly, taking in the little girl with curly brown hair before returning to her task. But, as she peered downward at the skirt, examining every inch of it, a pair of bare feet stopped next to her.

Clearly, the child didn't know not to talk to strangers.

@Classpet

"Hi, Adam said you would be a good friend or something about complimenting each other, um. You have nice hair. Would you mind to much if i stuck around with you?"

Abby's first question was 'Who the hell is Adam?', but she didn't ask it aloud. Why on earth would some random kid want to follow her around? Abby was about to tell the kid to go away when she looked over the girl's shoulder, scanned the store for parents.

Nothing.

Abby's hand twitched. She opened her mouth, then closed it again without speaking a word. A little girl all on her own. Why was that tugging on her heart strings so much?

Compassion was a sham. In this world - in any world - you couldn't trust anyone but yourself to watch your back. So what took Abby off guard more than anything was her own response.

"I'm not a nice person, but I guess you can hang around, if you want."

What was she saying? She didn't even know the girl's name!

"Who are you, anyway?" she asked, reluctant to take back her initially response. Damn it - was this new world affecting not just the needs of her body, but her very personality?

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Well, I wrote my first post. Hopefully it's decent - I was a bit unsure of what to do with myself!

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@Balthazar007

*blushes* Aw, you are too kind! This afternoon will be busy for me, but I'm hoping to be able to post something IC tonight!

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Name: Abigail Mistly
Age: 19
Exp Points: 0
From Year: 2013
Home Land: New York City

Appearance:

Personality: To those who know her, Abby's name is synonymous with sarcasm. Whether she's having a casual picnic or attending a funeral, a snarky comment is almost always at the tip of her tongue. Unfortunately, the dark humor that might be endearing in some is just the opposite for Abby - her cynicism runs deep, and those who get too close are painted a picture of bleakest despair. The depression Abby has struggled with for so long has seeped into her very soul, tainting it.

The rare few who dare get even closer despite the darkness, however, learn that there's more to Abby than her cold exterior suggests. Harsh judgments are intermingled with daydreams, fancies too embarrassing to speak that one would scarcely expect from such a bitter girl. Despite everything, a spark of hope still gleams within the darkness, a stubborn flame that will not be extinguished. Darkness clashing with fading light - that old, familiar story plays out anew in Abby's mind. Whether the ending will be happy or not is anyone's guess - Abby certainly isn't expecting much.

Biography: A strict but loving mother and a father who saw his daughter as the most precious of jewels - those were the parents Abby barely ever became acquainted with. When Abby was only four years old, the pair of them died in a plane crash, leaving her to fend for herself in a cold world warmed only by a dying fire. The grandmother she was left with was sickly, not prepared to take care of a child. Within a few years she, too, had succumbed to the abyss. After a brief stint in a glorified orphanage, Abby was passed on to a foster family. By then, it was too late. The impenetrable wall designed to protect her from loss had already taken hold.

Before she knew it, high school had come and gone, and Abby had learned only that friends were fickle and lovers more so. Her grades - indicative of superficial understanding of meaningless topics - were good, however, so her foster parents urged her to go to college, and lacking any real ambition, Abby succumbed to their nagging. Before long, she had moved to a fairly prestigious university, living apart from her makeshift family for the first time since falling into their custody.

That was when things started going sour. Without anyone to make her stick to her work, Abby found herself unable to focus on her studies. Instead, she explored her newfound freedom, and before long, she was pushing at its boundaries. At first, she only pulled small pranks - sneak her roommate's possessions into other rooms and the like - but, soon, she became bored with such mild mischief. She turned to thievery. A few wallets here, a tacky necklace there - and then she went too far. She started taking cell phones just to read through the text messages on them - and a few of them had their locations tracked. In what seemed like a flash, not only was she in trouble with the school, but facing criminal charges and the scorn of her foster parents, the only people she thought she could trust to be on her side.

Then... she was reprieved. Everything vanished before she was due to appear in court, replaced by an odd city that looked like it had been plucked out of a sci-fi movie. A new world... and new limits to test.

Powers:

Death Note (With Some Twists)

Interested... but will this be free, casual, or advanced?

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I might have accidentally posted this in the in-character section. =p I don't know how to delete it, so I can just edit that post into a proper one later... sorry! Anyway, let me know what you think!

Name: Abigail Mistly
Age: 19
Exp Points: 0
From Year: 2013
Home Land: New York City

Appearance:

Personality: To those who know her, Abby's name is synonymous with sarcasm. Whether she's having a casual picnic or attending a funeral, a snarky comment is almost always at the tip of her tongue. Unfortunately, the dark humor that might be endearing in some is just the opposite for Abby - her cynicism runs deep, and those who get too close are painted a picture of bleakest despair. The depression Abby has struggled with for so long has seeped into her very soul, tainting it.

The rare few who dare get even closer despite the darkness, however, learn that there's more to Abby than her cold exterior suggests. Harsh judgments are intermingled with daydreams, fancies too embarrassing to speak that one would scarcely expect from such a bitter girl. Despite everything, a spark of hope still gleams within the darkness, a stubborn flame that will not be extinguished. Darkness clashing with fading light - that old, familiar story plays out anew in Abby's mind. Whether the ending will be happy or not is anyone's guess - Abby certainly isn't expecting much.

Biography: A strict but loving mother and a father who saw his daughter as the most precious of jewels - those were the parents Abby barely ever became acquainted with. When Abby was only four years old, the pair of them died in a plane crash, leaving her to fend for herself in a cold world warmed only by a dying fire. The grandmother she was left with was sickly, not prepared to take care of a child. Within a few years she, too, had succumbed to the abyss. After a brief stint in a glorified orphanage, Abby was passed on to a foster family. By then, it was too late. The impenetrable wall designed to protect her from loss had already taken hold.

Before she knew it, high school had come and gone, and Abby had learned only that friends were fickle and lovers more so. Her grades - indicative of superficial understanding of meaningless topics - were good, however, so her foster parents urged her to go to college, and lacking any real ambition, Abby succumbed to their nagging. Before long, she had moved to a fairly prestigious university, living apart from her makeshift family for the first time since falling into their custody.

That was when things started going sour. Without anyone to make her stick to her work, Abby found herself unable to focus on her studies. Instead, she explored her newfound freedom, and before long, she was pushing at its boundaries. At first, she only pulled small pranks - sneak her roommate's possessions into other rooms and the like - but, soon, she became bored with such mild mischief. She turned to thievery. A few wallets here, a tacky necklace there - and then she went too far. She started taking cell phones just to read through the text messages on them - and a few of them had their locations tracked. In what seemed like a flash, not only was she in trouble with the school, but facing criminal charges and the scorn of her foster parents, the only people she thought she could trust to be on her side.

Then... she was reprieved. Everything vanished before she was due to appear in court, replaced by an odd city that looked like it had been plucked out of a sci-fi movie. A new world... and new limits to test.

Powers:

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Back when Abby was in high school, some of her classmates - inevitably the popular people who would spend their weekends drunk with their friends - told her that she ought to lighten up. Life was full of surprises, they said, and that was what made it worth living.

Those people were idiots.

As Abby squinted up at the too-perfect, metallic looking buildings, she knew she was screwed. The hover cars, the holograms floating in midair - they were right out of a sci-fi movie. Some of the kids she used to talk to would probably view waking up here as a dream come true. But not Abby. No; she had fallen asleep in her room, and when a girl woke up in a different place than she expected to, it was very rarely a good sign.

Naturally, the first thought that came to mind was that she was dreaming. The second was that the first was bull. The cool ground beneath her, the vivid swooshing of vehicles as they flew by - they were too precise, too distinct, to be a part of the hazy world of a dream. No, this was real.

She sat up, found herself on a large, metallic surface resembling a street, but without cars. There were a few strangers walking in the distance, but if they were surprised to find a girl lying on the ground, they didn't show it. Abby rose, brushing at the ugly gray sweatsuit she was wearing. Someone had changed her clothing while she was asleep.

"Great," she muttered, "These surprises are getting creepier by the minute."

None of the passersby seemed in the least bit interested in her. Her abductor - someone had to had moved her - was either absent or hiding. Maybe he'd left her behind, expecting her to still be asleep when he returned. All the more reason to explore.

The first thing she'd want to do was get something else to wear. Her current gray was distinctive, too much so. An outfit someone might actually choose to wear would go a long ways toward helping her blend in. Once she'd traveled a few blocks from the place she'd awoken, Abby ducked into a shop displaying a mannequin in a chic dress in its windows.

"Hi! I see you're new here!"

Abby's eyes narrowed as she spotted the woman who had cheerfully greeted her. Probably an employee; she certainly looked the part.

"Do you memorize all of your customers' faces?" asked Abby, "You're right, I haven't been here before - but I'll be alright on my own." She approached a rack of clothing when that insufferable voice interrupted her again.

"No offense, hun, but I doubt that. You just arrived here - I can tell by how you're dressed - and the stores where you're from probably don't work like this one."

Abby turned, scowling. Figured that the first person she'd encountered would be a nag! "Fine, give me your spiel and get it over with," she said harshly.

The woman smiled as if oblivious to Abby's rudeness. "Well, first of all, this isn't the world you come from. I can tell you just woke up - you have that groggy look in your eyes - but you aren't hungry at all, right? Well, that's because people don't get hungry here!"

Abby chewed at her lip. As much as she hated to admit it, the annoying lady was right - her stomach didn't seem even the slightest bit grumpy with her, even though she'd retired early the previous night, and now, it was clearly day.

"So you're telling me this is actually a sci-fi world?" said Abby, "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Oh, dear!" said the woman, "It really is hard for you newcomers to adjust, isn't it? Well, tell you what. I can convince you that at least one thing is different. That dreadful outfit? We'll help you get rid of it, find something better to wear. And you won't have to pay a cent for it - um, people do pay in cents where you're from, right?"

Abby blinked, plans to steal her clothing unraveling in her head. What was this place? Her eyes swept over the store, at the colorful variety of garments on display, and, begrudgingly she was forced to admit it to herself - maybe some surprises weren't so crappy, after all.

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Interested! Brainstorming a character~

Brocklen hall Asylum ( Accepting players 6/10 spots left no reservations.)

@Airalin

I always heard that if you have to change the one thing that makes your character them for an rp then the character doesn't fit in.

I've me a few hours to figure it out.

@Song Book

I don't think any one thing defines my character, or people in general, for that matter. =p Besides, even if something does, then changing that thing would just result in a new character who might fit better than the first one. All that said, I think I'll just opt out of this RP. For whatever reason, you seem to dislike me. Have fun!