LetterA

the impossible city

Holy crap I love sandboxes
im gonna join this

this is cool
i am so interested and v excited

will we be allowed to play more than one character??

a dumb rp about kids killing other kids

You could have sworn you were in your classroom half a second ago. Also woah, what is this collar around your neck? Looking around, you find yourself in a classroom empty of anything but another person, a single locker, and a piece of paper hung on the blackboard. A closer inspection shows an image of an unfamiliar face. Or was it familiar? As you try to recall anything from your past, the memory of you sitting in your classroom slowly disintegrates to simply you sitting into a desk, that memory starting to fade as well the more you cling onto it. As the other person in the room slowly starts to wake up, a loud screech is heard above.

The hiss of static blurs the voice on the announcements, a genderless voice greeting you with: "Welcome, students of Midori Ga. Each of you have taken part in a very special ritual in order to grant your wish. I understand you don't remember, but please keep in mind that the following activity is occurring with your approval. Please take a look at your designated classroom's blackboard-"

You glance at the board again, the confused shuffling of footsteps from the other person in the room following suit. The voice continued- "This person is your assigned target. If you look in your lockers, you will find a weapon for you and your partner. Please kill your target by the time the sun sets. Success will result in becoming a step closer to achieving your dream, and if we feel it worthy, you may also receive a bit of your memory."

"Failure results in the loss of a limb."

The sentence seemed to strike particularly in your left hand area, and somehow, subconsciously, you understood that it would be the first limb to go. Gathering from the way your partner was looking at their hand as well, you figured the same went for them. Opening and closing your hand, the rest of the announcements seemed to wash over your body in a numbing result.

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The rules of the activity were simple.

>You were assigned a room each, which would equal as a safe zone. Those targeting you would not be able to enter your classroom.

>It is not necessary to return to your assigned classroom after each day. Realize however, that your target for the next day will only appear in your assigned classroom.

>You are free to take the paper with your target with you.

>Your choker holds a piece of paper, on which you have written your wish. You can choose to open this only once, and when you do, you must change it.

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Okay that's as far as I've gotten in terms of plot wise tbh along with other rps im probably just gonna make this one up as i go along

i know how the deaths are gonna be settled tho
probably gonna involve some coin flipping or die tossing
if put in a do or die situation, heads might mean u die and tails might mean u live

or i could just say you die bc im the gm hahahahaha

but no seriously let's try this

The Demon Hunters' Academy

holy crapoli are you okay????):

hope u are faring well little one :0
//hughughug

The Oddball Apartments

shit people are finishing their cs's
And
I'm just here
twiddling my thumbs.

crap why are characte sheets so fucking boring shit

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Oof,, if anyone is wondering Jin is an NPC. So yeah, you can play him.
Just

try to keep him cool and mysterious

i also edited my characters' profiles to finish them,, but tbh theyr'e still not done bc im lazy as heck

The Oddball Apartments

The day started off nicely enough, with the sun rising to the sound of chirping birds. Light glittering of the dew hanging on the grass, the rich scent of nature enveloping the Blackwing Apartments. Some tenants woke up early, others never slept, some found that the sunrise coincided with their return to home. Nonetheless, it was a good enough morning that there weren't noises too crass to disturb it, or situations too dire to cause a solemn silence. The peaceful morning passed quickly, starting to lead up to a rather hot noon.

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Adonis "Andy" Ring

Andy tended not to leave his window open at night ever. When he was asleep, he couldn't keep an eye out on what freak decided to come in, but it just so happened that the night before (or the morning earlier? It was one, last time he remembered), he ended up falling asleep over his laptop before he got a chance to shut the window leading to the balcony. Of course, no body dared sneak into his abode (partially because he was on the second floor, mostly because he resided in the infamous Oddball Apartments), but something else entirely crept up.

"Achoo!" sneezed the teen into his bandaged arm, sniffling as chills ran throughout his body. He'd eaten the breakfast Daniel'd left out by his front door, the clutter of empty bowls and dishes littering the floor of his balcony. Looking out below, Andy couldn't help but wonder how easy it would be to jump. Of course, given his slight fear of heights, he knew it wouldn't be easy at all, and given his cheap build, the damage would cost more than the adventure was worth. Not to mention that he'd probably spazz out again once ejected from his comfort zone. Even he, a child genius, failed to understand how his body limited him to such a small space, the all too familiar clenching in his stomach and rising hairs in his body preventing him from even setting a foot out of his apartment door.

The teen had long decided not to question it, however, accepting that he should be thankful to even get out into his balcony, though the spasms that lead to such an achievement was hell he refused to ever go through again. "Ah," he gasped as he watched his spoon fall down to the ground below. His eyes wandering from between the bars of his balcony railing to his cup jello, Andy found himself in a conundrum. How was he gonna finish his meal now?

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Daniel Wordsworth

Whistling a weary tune, a tall man made his way through town, large sunglasses framed over a delicate face, lips pink at the hint of lipstick. His hair fell over his face, bouncing in a way that seemed to shout money, slender and pale fingers rising to brush stray strands behind a pierced ear. His hand, adorned with rings, dropped back to fitting snugly into his pocket, the black, slim, high-waist dress pants accentuating the length of his legs, leading to sick shoewear. Patent leather round toe lace-up oxford with matte black grommets, waxed laces and allover tonal spike details, to be exact. Louboutins. Signature red leather sole.

"Are you by chance looking to live there?"
Daniel's eyes flickered from distraction, focusing to an elderly lady in a wheelchair, arms abundant with groceries, her young daughter(?) behind her. The woman was talking to what looked to be a jogger that had stopped in front of rich looking gates, slightly ajar, slightly covered with vines. A small couldn't help but form on Daniel's lips at the sight- home. His attention flickered back to the conversing old lady and jogger as the man apologized with, "Ah, no, I just- this place looks nice, but I haven't seen it in any ads. So-"
"Wondering if they got an opening eh? Wouldn't reccomend it." There was a pause as the woman urged the man to bend down, and when he lended his ear, she whispered loud enough for Daniel to hear-

"Place is full of freaks."

Daniel walked by the man, accidentally brushing bare skin against the jogger's tacky suit. The jogger turned to glance at him, Daniel lowering his sunglasses just as the two made eye contact. The other man was shorter than Daniel, but only by slightly, thought the Blackwing tenant to himself. His pinked lips formed a small smile as he, as sweetly as he could, pardoned, "Oh, I'm sorry." Even beyond the redness of the jogger due to exercise a rising blush could be seen. The young lady behind him- who, now that Daniel was closer and could observe with ease was much too young to be the crone's daughter- also looked a bit starstruck as well.

"If you'll excuse me," Daniel said with his sugar coated voice, smiling as he turned to the gates, smacking them open and entering gracefully, his eyes practically glaring the words 'fuck you' as he slammed the gates shut behind him. With an irked sigh, not even bothering to look back to see the reaction on the groups' faces. Not that he needed to, given that the silence was enough.

"I left the gate open for a reason, you know," said a familiar voice, the landlord greeting Daniel as he made his way over stone steps. The man was sweltering, but was still watering the lovely plants like the lovely soul he was. Daniel apologized with a simple, "Sorry~ I'll keep it open next time~" as he continued to the front door, making his way over to his mailbox, opening it with a click of a key, fishing through letters on the spot.

The Oddball Apartments

Liriia said
PSSSSSSSST GUYS

thank babe

The Oddball Apartments

Chezka said
@HyRo haha, yeah, that makes sense. 'kay then, changed Mackenzie's apartment to 1E. Is that cool, A?

ees cool

Metronome said
Daniel Wordsworth: Isam is 63% sure he's done something to offend the guy.

yeAH hIS ShITTY TASTe IN FAsHION

The Oddball Apartments

I MEANT ALLUSION NOT PUN
BUT MY PUNS SUCK EITHER WAY TRU
//orz

sorry didn't start I fell asleep and woah why is it so dark out

The Demon Hunters' Academy

Spawnling said
Does our school have a bell tower or someplace REALLY high up?

Tallest part is on the school,, the bell tower's up there, right above a giant ass clock. There's rubble to get past, but it should be overall accessible.

Marshmellow said
what exploded at the end of that post was that the big demon thing bursting into flames or something else entirely

It was a person. Kanaris presumably took control of another person'a body, which was again, incompatible, and the spontaneous combustion so happened to happen in the background of a live news caster.

Liriia said
whispers did i make a mistake

Nah,, eika's gonna have to deal with being in the boys dorm. partially because i want everyone together, partially because it'll be hilarious

NarcissisticPotato said
Guys! You're all thinking about the wheelchair in the wrong way! Instead of using it for getting places, pimp-my-ride it into a wheelchair tank. Hella no demons getting through that.

IF SEL'AR USED THAT SHE WOULDNT BE USELESS ANYMORE. D:

Spawling's post said amazing snark regarding both the government and it's affiliation with the school system

Sing it, girl.

Meanwhile, in behind RP scenes:

[evacuation area]
[teachers gathered around, students in the bg]
Teacher 1: ...I feel like... we're forgetting something...
Other teachers: ... = H =...?????