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"all i want" by kodaline is such a lovely song
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Nothing to do but to wait...
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Lost my previous account so decided to make another one..
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In the turbulent year of 2149, ten young people are mysteriously dropped off on a deserted island with only a few cases of supplies. Although they obtain no knowledge of each other before this encounter on the island, in time they would come to know that each of them were part of a revolution against the intolerable communist regime that took over the western hemisphere fifty years ago.
This new generation now in their twenties, fed up of not having enough to eat and forbidden to do what they truly wanted to do with their lives - gradually and very carefully began forming a resistance. This group grew immensely and noting how rapidly their ideas were catching on, they eventually marked a date. A date to suddenly come up from the underground and display their power in numbers in complete defiance towards the dominant regime.
In order to chastise those who dared to proudly betray the establishment, this tyrannical government (which is called the C.A.U.) made a public spectacle of the so called ‘rebels’ by killing them on screens for millions to witness and to the horrors of their parents. Now, there were some parents that held positions of power that gravely wanted to avoid this haunting grief. Immediately knowing that their kids were sentenced to death, these socialites silently devised a plan. These men and women had influence within the regime, for their positions were in lofty places. With carefully calculated bribery, heavy persistence and extensive networking, they desperately attempted to spare the lives of their children.
A slim chance of opportunity miraculously freed open for them. The only way to have a chance to live out their lives on earth was for them to be sent where no man - good or evil- can find them: a neglected island dead center in the Pacific. But, if there is any suspicion of betrayal or disloyalty to the regime in the lives of these parents, the government will immediately and mercilessly go after the parents and then after the young people on the island… everything is essentially and intricately hanging by a thread.
Now these college-aged kids have to deal with the undeniable fact they were exiled to live an island possibly for their rest of their lives or until someone overthrows the dictatorship. Having to battle off wild animals, disease, and having the suspicion that they may not be alone, they attempt to muster up the courage to walk through this new journey they never dreamed or desired for their themselves.




I. Follow the typical site rules.
II. Keep foul language to a very low minimum. We’re all developing our characters and sometimes our characters goes through trials and tribulation and gets angry or excited, and they express it through their choice of words. At special times, I totally understand. I want to encourage us, as writers to push ourselves to find more creative and descriptive words that create depth and color to our scenes.
III. Respect each other and treat each other with love. Quite simple really. If someone offends you, please take it up with them privately. If it still isn’t resolved, (and if it has to do with the RP), you can PM me if you would like. I reserve the right to make the final decision if a solution cannot be reached between the involved parties when it comes to the RP (in-character interactions, story lines, etc.).
IV. Don’t bring IC conflicts to OOC or vice-versa. This is a dramatic RP, so in the story there will be tension and conflicts within the group at times. Don’t take anything personally, this is just a RP!
V. Romance: If things gets a little too steamy- fade to black please. I would like to keep this PG-13.
VI. To prove that you have read all the rules, please write what kind of candy is your favorite at the end of your CS.
VII. For post frequency, please try and post at least once every 3-4 days. I know life can get busy! So if you get too busy to continue RPing or you just wanna leave for other reasons, just let me know and I’ll understand! If I receive no PM, I’ll wait about two weeks. But if there’s no sign of you anymore, I’ll go ahead and roleplay as if you dropped.
VIII. This RP will be heavily plot driven with things happening one after the other. If you have some cool ideas and/or input that you feel like would add more fun/drama to the story, feel free to PM me!

If you have any questions currently or later on, don’t be afraid to ask!

IMPORTANT NOTE: I would like this to be a smaller RP so that each person will have a part in the story. So for that reason, I will only be taking 8 people - each with only one character (4 males, 4 females). (First come, first serve!) If you’re serious and wanna have fun and improve your writing, you’re more than welcome to join!

I know this character sheet sucks but please bear with me. I'm still learning how to make character sheets look nice lol. Ya'll can edit it to your style and/or preference as much as you'd like.


LEE KELSEY

Location: Santos Mansion - El Jefe's Beach Mansion
Interacting with: Talking to Coco (@Ejected). Mentioning Damian (@Universorum)




“Would you suck in Liesl?” Rebeka Santos impatiently lamented as she struggled to zip up a tawny-colored bodycon dress on her already irritated daughter.
Lee absolutely despised it when she heard her full name come out of any person’s mouth- especially her mother's. Her parents had honeymooned in Salzburg, Austria and while taking the Sound of Music Tour, they stupidly vowed to let their first daughter bear the name Liesl. And so they kept true to it. Liesl hated it so much almost since the moment she could form words, she created a nickname for herself. “Lee” wasn’t exactly captivating but for her peace of mind, it suited her personality so much better.
“You really should start cutting back on all your snacks. I barely managed to zip it up.” She took a few steps back and thoroughly examined her to see if Lee met her impossibly high standards of beautiful.
You should have not gotten me a dress that is made to fit a twelve-year old girl.
Lee examined herself in the mirror. Was she gaining weight? She furrowed her just-waxed eyebrows, dispersing the thought out of her mind. No, of course not.. She was tall, lithe but had curves all in the right places – well, what society would call right places. “A little too curvy for the catwalk,” her mother would mention at least once a week.
“I should have never mentioned the party to you.” Lee murmured quietly under her minty breath.
“Mom, go get a glass a wine downstairs and just chill. I’ll finish getting dressed, okay? You are way too stressed.” She determinedly met her mother’s gaze, silently communicating that she is not going to back down. Lee gently pushed her out of the room as a million words flooded out of her mouth in protest to her daughter’s spontaneous decision.
“If you don’t let me get dressed, I swear I won’t go to the party at all.” And with that, she promptly closed the door and made sure it was locked.
Immediately, she slipped out of the bodycon and looked for the article of clothing she originally had in mind. Out of her closet came out a silk shift dress with a very scooped low back. Intentionally chosen to match the verdant color in her eyes, she knew it complimented her the shape of her body and intentionally exposed her bronzed long legs.
Rebeka had hired a celebrity hair stylist and a makeup artist to makeover Lee but refrained from hiring a clothes stylist to not further infuriate her. Her hair was perfectly done up with beachy waves the hung precisely to frame her heart-shaped face and her olive eyes impeccably smoked with deep earthly tones.
Grabbing a matching clutch, she slid her phone in there and lip gloss to retouch if needed. She got her pair of Jimmy Choo sequin-embroidered heels. Her phone vibrated and she assumed it was the Uber driver letting her know they arrived. She had to go.
She managed to slipped out through a side door to avoid any confrontations with her mom, thankful to have left unseen.


THE PARTY


Heading towards the entrance, her orbs widened slightly at the realization at the amount of people at this mansion. For a split-second she considered chasing down her uber driver to take her home.
“Woman up, Lee.” She muttered to herself, mustering strength she didn't know she had.
Straightening her back and her head suddenly looking forward, the North Carolina-raised young lady stepped through the doors. Letting her gaze skim her surroundings, she thought to herself: So, this is El Jefe’s a.k.a. Damian’s beach mansion. She caught a glimpse of Damian faraway and quickly diverted her gaze. Not knowing him at all and being fairly new to the school, she was careful to not assume things about the head of the Elite except for the inevitable, that he was undeniably very attractive.
Enough about focusing on people she didn’t know, she suddenly remembered one of the reasons she came to this party, that Coco would be here. She never wanted to go to a party where she didn’t know anyone and for this reason, she was immensely relieved that she would have someone to converse with. Catching a flash of orange in the midst of the crowd of socialites, she wisely mazed her way to Chanel who was dancing away.
Her glossed lips immediately formed into a warm smile as she approached her friend.
“Having fun?” she inquired cheerfully, even though she already knew the answer.
Hi! I'm sorry for posting this so late. About week ago, I said was interested in joining your BHHS roleplay, but long story short, my internet stopped working for about a week. If it's not too late, I would love to still be a part of it.
This is only my second time making a character sheet so I hope it's all readable and understandable lol.


Interested :)
Ah, okay
I'm still here lol. What happened to the chat? I can't find it anymore. Did it get deleted?
Lisa Byrant

September 5th, 1969

Once the cops began handcuffing Nick and Jones, Lisa discreetly slipped away, not really knowing what else to do. Though not before she noticed that Alex also joined in earlier. She wondered what Alex must have thought of the whole ordeal since she and Nick appeared to be friends. She had caught a glimpse of her hiding the gold chain as well. Kind of wanting to ask her about the whole thing, she knew it was none of her business so she decided not to utter anything but instead, she left silently, back to her mac 'n cheese. She finished her food which now had grown cold and headed off to finish the rest of the school day.

The following hours as she was in class, her mind was occasionally flitting back to what had occurred during lunch. She hoped everything would resolve itself but then at the same time she knew that that wasn’t very likely. Both Nick and Jones were impulsive, stubborn individuals so she assumed things would most likely get worse before it gets better. Everyone was talking about what had happened and those who never talked to her were now, without warning pressing her with annoying, prying questions. Not one to desire attention for herself, she gave only one-worded responses and quickly grew irritated of all of it and was alleviated once the bell rang. Pushing her way through the crowd, she promptly made her way to her truck. Once inside, she leaned back and rested her head on the seat and drew in a deep breath.

“Phew, thank God it’s Friday,” she said to herself before sliding her the key into the ignition and the truck roaring to life.
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