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Hi all. Currently takibg care of a personal emergency. Will be back and online by the weekend. If you see me online its because i just leave my accpunt on.
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Posted Alex and Summer's side of the story now. I get Alex more than Summer so I focused on him.
Alex woke up to the sound of thumping. At first he thought it was one of his relatives puking because he drank too much last night. He was awake anyway so he didn’t really bother to notice that he wasn’t in the floor where he slept. He found it kind of odd that his room looked weird and empty, but he didn’t pay much attention to it instead he just kept on walking to the sound of another human being.
By the time, he got out of the room the thumping got louder and was accompanied by the sound of muffled screaming. It sounded like someone needed help so Alex started walking faster. The closer he got the sound of the thumping got louder and so did the muffled screaming. On his way to the source of the noise he heard unfamiliar voices, but decided to pursue the one that was screaming for what was possibly help.
When he got to the sliding door he saw something straight out of a fairy tale or some kind of sci-fi movie. It was this coffin looking thing made of white material with a curved glass casing above it. Inside the tanning bed like machine, he saw a girl pushing against the thing. Panic and fear was written all over her face. The moment their eyes made contact Alex was jolted awake.
He had just woken up fully and realized that nothing was about this was right. Panic could have immediately overpowered his other emotions, but he knew better than to let his emotions get the better of him. Alex did what he needed to do. He ran towards to the girl trapped In the pod chamber.
The girl was mouthing help, but the glass case was dampened her desire for help. Alex shouted back that he’d help her, but he was sure that he didn’t really reach her. Alex pulled on the handle hard, but it did not budge. He tried several times, but nothing worked. The girl’s eyes began to water. She was beginning to cry. Alex felt responsible for some reason.
After a while the girl started to calm down and Alex stepped back to clear his head when he finally stopped cussing. When he moved back he saw buttons on the left wall of the machine. It glowed red and had the words “open” on it. Alex pushed it again, but he already assumed that it had already been pushed. When that didn’t work he remembered the saying “when all else fails, read the instructions”. That being said there were other things he could have done, but he was too scared to do anything stupid.
They weren’t really instructions, but they were printed right under the button so they must have been important. The instructions were long and there were a lot of things that he didn’t understand, but from what he understood the machine was made to keep someone asleep and healthy for a long period of time. It also said that to release the glass casing from lock mode it must be pushed lightly as any form of aggressive motion would not work because of a special locking mechanism.
Using the information he got form the instruction he lightly pulled on the glass casing fully opening the pod. He smiled for a second, but then realized the situation they were in. He wasn’t an idiot so he understood that something was done to them. Alex helped the girl up and out from the machine. The two of them sat in silence.
“Are you okay miss?” Alex asked. “Yeah….I’m fine…thanks for asking.” The girl said with a very poised and elegant manner. She eyed his tattoo’s. “My name is Summer, who are you? Do you know what’s happening?”
“My name is Alex.” Alex answered as politely as he could. He could tell that the girl was from a rich family or at the least a family that was well off, but he knew that she was nice young lady. He could just tell going from the way she looked at his tattoo. “To be honest miss I don’t know.”
“Hey, Ya’ll gimme a hand, won’t you?” The two of them hear behind the wall. Alex stands up and guesses that someone needs his help. “Looks like there’s other people hear.” He looks at Summer who looked like she was stopping herself from crying. “Stay here and relax, I’ll go and see what’s up with those guys.”The young girl nodded and said okay.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Alex said while he ran towards the sound of a woman needing help. Along the way he passed through and opening shaped like a door. It was only for a quick second, but he could see a woman with red hair pacing left and right. Alex ignored her and moved towards the voice of the unknown woman. When he finally got there he saw a girl trying to keep a man up. Alex ran quickly to the man’s other side and helped him up. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked the new faces.
By the time, he got out of the room the thumping got louder and was accompanied by the sound of muffled screaming. It sounded like someone needed help so Alex started walking faster. The closer he got the sound of the thumping got louder and so did the muffled screaming. On his way to the source of the noise he heard unfamiliar voices, but decided to pursue the one that was screaming for what was possibly help.
When he got to the sliding door he saw something straight out of a fairy tale or some kind of sci-fi movie. It was this coffin looking thing made of white material with a curved glass casing above it. Inside the tanning bed like machine, he saw a girl pushing against the thing. Panic and fear was written all over her face. The moment their eyes made contact Alex was jolted awake.
He had just woken up fully and realized that nothing was about this was right. Panic could have immediately overpowered his other emotions, but he knew better than to let his emotions get the better of him. Alex did what he needed to do. He ran towards to the girl trapped In the pod chamber.
The girl was mouthing help, but the glass case was dampened her desire for help. Alex shouted back that he’d help her, but he was sure that he didn’t really reach her. Alex pulled on the handle hard, but it did not budge. He tried several times, but nothing worked. The girl’s eyes began to water. She was beginning to cry. Alex felt responsible for some reason.
After a while the girl started to calm down and Alex stepped back to clear his head when he finally stopped cussing. When he moved back he saw buttons on the left wall of the machine. It glowed red and had the words “open” on it. Alex pushed it again, but he already assumed that it had already been pushed. When that didn’t work he remembered the saying “when all else fails, read the instructions”. That being said there were other things he could have done, but he was too scared to do anything stupid.
They weren’t really instructions, but they were printed right under the button so they must have been important. The instructions were long and there were a lot of things that he didn’t understand, but from what he understood the machine was made to keep someone asleep and healthy for a long period of time. It also said that to release the glass casing from lock mode it must be pushed lightly as any form of aggressive motion would not work because of a special locking mechanism.
Using the information he got form the instruction he lightly pulled on the glass casing fully opening the pod. He smiled for a second, but then realized the situation they were in. He wasn’t an idiot so he understood that something was done to them. Alex helped the girl up and out from the machine. The two of them sat in silence.
“Are you okay miss?” Alex asked. “Yeah….I’m fine…thanks for asking.” The girl said with a very poised and elegant manner. She eyed his tattoo’s. “My name is Summer, who are you? Do you know what’s happening?”
“My name is Alex.” Alex answered as politely as he could. He could tell that the girl was from a rich family or at the least a family that was well off, but he knew that she was nice young lady. He could just tell going from the way she looked at his tattoo. “To be honest miss I don’t know.”
“Hey, Ya’ll gimme a hand, won’t you?” The two of them hear behind the wall. Alex stands up and guesses that someone needs his help. “Looks like there’s other people hear.” He looks at Summer who looked like she was stopping herself from crying. “Stay here and relax, I’ll go and see what’s up with those guys.”The young girl nodded and said okay.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Alex said while he ran towards the sound of a woman needing help. Along the way he passed through and opening shaped like a door. It was only for a quick second, but he could see a woman with red hair pacing left and right. Alex ignored her and moved towards the voice of the unknown woman. When he finally got there he saw a girl trying to keep a man up. Alex ran quickly to the man’s other side and helped him up. “What’s wrong with him?” He asked the new faces.
Ill be making a CS soon, not right now though since I'm fairly busy this week. I'll hopefully have one up by the end of the week.
I'm the same.
Anyway I posted for Simon. Summer and alex are both coming next in the same post. Simon and Maddie are easier for me to understand since I'm the logical and patient type, but Alex and Summer aren't really like that so It's kind of hard for me to move them quickly.
By the way as you can see Simon is a total sap.
Anyway I posted for Simon. Summer and alex are both coming next in the same post. Simon and Maddie are easier for me to understand since I'm the logical and patient type, but Alex and Summer aren't really like that so It's kind of hard for me to move them quickly.
By the way as you can see Simon is a total sap.
Simon Nicholson ,fifteen, safe, and panicking. The moment he felt himself awake he knew something was wrong. He knew that nothing was going right because he could smell the ocean, hear tiny unfamiliar voices, and feel the unknown bed under him. He did not live near the ocean, he lived in Kansas where everything smelled like grass, wet or dry. The voices he heard were not those of his family, but of people that he did not know. And the bed he laid on was soft and clean, but it was not his. He didn’t know anything except that something bad was happening.
Simon’s stared at the unfamiliar sight in front of him as he lied in bed. He hadn’t moved since he woke up and he wished that he didn’t ever wake up. Whatever it was that happened, is happening, and will happen is unpleasant. Touching the glass casing above him felt like a task that he did not want to do, but did anyway. It looked like glass, but felt like clear plastic.
He moved slowly and carefully out of the thing that he was sleeping in. When his legs made contact with the floor he felt the light wave of the ocean move his body. He’s never been the type to feel seasick and for that he was glad because he could think rationally, but upon seeing the room he was in he wished that he was. It was a dark room with light passing through the walls. He touched it and felt moisture on his hands. It was a plastic like material, soft, but durable like the padding in isolation chambers in asylums. None of these things felt right.
He was scared, but he didn’t want to sit still. Every inch of his body screamed to move before anything bad happens, but he knew something bad already did. The waves pushed his light body again. It wasn’t that the ocean was strong he just felt weak. He crawled to nearby corner where he could see a bag. He inched slowly until he got hold of the thing.
The bag felt full and heavy, but not so much that he could not lift it. On the side of the bag was his name stitched in. His last name Nicholson was written in a strikingly gold angular style. It reminded him of the JROTC guys in his school. He opened the bag slowly hoping for something that he didn’t know what, but the first thing that he found was his dad’s hunting knife.
There was no question that this thing was his father’s knife. He knew because he still had the scar from it. When his dad first bought it Simon, curious as ever, decided to play with it and cut his hand. The knife was quickly taken away and never to be held again. Now the knife was there lying on a bag that belonged to him beckoning him to pick it up. Simon didn’t pick it up instead he just sat there.
Simon’s stared at the unfamiliar sight in front of him as he lied in bed. He hadn’t moved since he woke up and he wished that he didn’t ever wake up. Whatever it was that happened, is happening, and will happen is unpleasant. Touching the glass casing above him felt like a task that he did not want to do, but did anyway. It looked like glass, but felt like clear plastic.
He moved slowly and carefully out of the thing that he was sleeping in. When his legs made contact with the floor he felt the light wave of the ocean move his body. He’s never been the type to feel seasick and for that he was glad because he could think rationally, but upon seeing the room he was in he wished that he was. It was a dark room with light passing through the walls. He touched it and felt moisture on his hands. It was a plastic like material, soft, but durable like the padding in isolation chambers in asylums. None of these things felt right.
He was scared, but he didn’t want to sit still. Every inch of his body screamed to move before anything bad happens, but he knew something bad already did. The waves pushed his light body again. It wasn’t that the ocean was strong he just felt weak. He crawled to nearby corner where he could see a bag. He inched slowly until he got hold of the thing.
The bag felt full and heavy, but not so much that he could not lift it. On the side of the bag was his name stitched in. His last name Nicholson was written in a strikingly gold angular style. It reminded him of the JROTC guys in his school. He opened the bag slowly hoping for something that he didn’t know what, but the first thing that he found was his dad’s hunting knife.
There was no question that this thing was his father’s knife. He knew because he still had the scar from it. When his dad first bought it Simon, curious as ever, decided to play with it and cut his hand. The knife was quickly taken away and never to be held again. Now the knife was there lying on a bag that belonged to him beckoning him to pick it up. Simon didn’t pick it up instead he just sat there.
I really don't. During the weekends my whole family is here and while I love them it becomes suffocating when everyone's here all the time.
Thanks for the kind words.
My weekends tend to be busy so I tend to not be able to post, but thankfully it's over. Tomorrow is Monday again so I'll be glad to begin working again.
My weekends tend to be busy so I tend to not be able to post, but thankfully it's over. Tomorrow is Monday again so I'll be glad to begin working again.
I showed interest in the ICheck, but I've yet to actually make a Character. I hope that I can still join. I'll be making one now.
Would someone who studied folklore and mythology work, but has no abilities himself other than his knowledge and thirst for unnatural occurrences work in this RP?
With regards to the skills shat kind of skills are we allowed to choose? Can it be something fairly normal such as being a computer genius or having and eidetic memory, or can be something fairly supernatural like the ability to see and hear things that aren't there, and maybe something even more superhuman?
As for the background is it necessary to have had a life that is involved in criminal investigations? What I mean to say is that are we allowed to make a character that has not formal or any experience in criminal investigations, but have had experiences dealing with the unusual in an investigative way? Going beyond that is it necessary that their history is that on the side of criminal investigators or are we allowed to have a character that was on the side of making crimes, unusual or otherwise, that needed investigation?
As for the background is it necessary to have had a life that is involved in criminal investigations? What I mean to say is that are we allowed to make a character that has not formal or any experience in criminal investigations, but have had experiences dealing with the unusual in an investigative way? Going beyond that is it necessary that their history is that on the side of criminal investigators or are we allowed to have a character that was on the side of making crimes, unusual or otherwise, that needed investigation?
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