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Is Pirate Pad alright with you? RPG is laggy for me?
Fine with me! Yeah, it can be laggy at times. Just PM the link when you're ready m'dear.
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Fine with me! Yeah, it can be laggy at times. Just PM the link when you're ready m'dear.
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I was thinking I’d have André running into Priscilla before going over to see Annaliese. We could make a collab out of it if you’re going to be on for a while?
That I am! (: Would be honored to work with you-
It's been the ruin of many a poor child and God I know I'm one.
As a child attending Rising Sun Reformatory School, life was a more simple time. You had a small class of only 8 students, all of which you relatively got along with. Years have passed since you attended that school, many of you achieving your dreams, and overcoming many early obstacles you had through your life. One morning a letter comes from one of your classmates; inside it reads that your teacher Ms. Deville is very ill and doesn't have much time to live, and would like to have a class reunion weekend at her house- your old school. Excited to see your old classmates you RSVP as quickly as possible and travel back to Rising Sun on the weekend of the now 15+ year reunion.
A huge spread of food and drinks are presented in buffet style on the outside premises of the house. One by one your classmates arrive and embrace in old times and good memories. Ms. Deville comes out and though sickly is in good spirits as she joins in eating, talking and reminiscing. As the evening goes on, you notice there are only 7 people from your old class present.
Who was it? Where are they? What happened?
You keep these thoughts to yourself until Ms. Deville goes to sleep, and you are alone with your classmates. You all had the same thoughts, "Who was missing?" After you all search your brain a bit, memories of the past flood back, and all the good feelings from this morning leave your body. The person you were thinking of was the boy in the basement of the house. The one you used to bully endlessly because he had a deformed face. The one that wore that mask. The one Ms. Deville told you was a very very bad boy, and to leave alone. "I wonder where he is now.." you ponder between the group as you retire to the guest rooms, wishing each other a good night.
The boy with the mask's name is Jack and he hasn't left the house yet. He's not in the basement anymore, he lives inside the walls and he is out for revenge on the children who teased him.
You.
(: So that is my basic idea! It's kind of a mix between a few things; brownie points if you can name them! This roleplay will be open for 7 people as I will be playing Ms. Deville and Jack. Though I only need about 3-4 people to replace the ones that have decided to leave before they have even posted their first post. Those assholes.
If you are interested, the OOC is up and has barely began- so you have not missed much.
The available roles will be re listed before the accepted character sheets. Thankyou!
Click here to enter the OOC
It's been the ruin of many a poor child and God I know I'm one.
As a child attending Rising Sun Reformatory School, life was a more simple time. You had a small class of only 8 students, all of which you relatively got along with. Years have passed since you attended that school, many of you achieving your dreams, and overcoming many early obstacles you had through your life. One morning a letter comes from one of your classmates; inside it reads that your teacher Ms. Deville is very ill and doesn't have much time to live, and would like to have a class reunion weekend at her house- your old school. Excited to see your old classmates you RSVP as quickly as possible and travel back to Rising Sun on the weekend of the now 15+ year reunion.
A huge spread of food and drinks are presented in buffet style on the outside premises of the house. One by one your classmates arrive and embrace in old times and good memories. Ms. Deville comes out and though sickly is in good spirits as she joins in eating, talking and reminiscing. As the evening goes on, you notice there are only 7 people from your old class present.
Who was it? Where are they? What happened?
You keep these thoughts to yourself until Ms. Deville goes to sleep, and you are alone with your classmates. You all had the same thoughts, "Who was missing?" After you all search your brain a bit, memories of the past flood back, and all the good feelings from this morning leave your body. The person you were thinking of was the boy in the basement of the house. The one you used to bully endlessly because he had a deformed face. The one that wore that mask. The one Ms. Deville told you was a very very bad boy, and to leave alone. "I wonder where he is now.." you ponder between the group as you retire to the guest rooms, wishing each other a good night.
The boy with the mask's name is Jack and he hasn't left the house yet. He's not in the basement anymore, he lives inside the walls and he is out for revenge on the children who teased him.
You.
(: So that is my basic idea! It's kind of a mix between a few things; brownie points if you can name them! This roleplay will be open for 7 people as I will be playing Ms. Deville and Jack. Though I only need about 3-4 people to replace the ones that have decided to leave before they have even posted their first post. Those assholes.
If you are interested, the OOC is up and has barely began- so you have not missed much.
The available roles will be re listed before the accepted character sheets. Thankyou!
Click here to enter the OOC
Alright- so how many people do I need to replace? :(
I have:
Selfish Swan
Shy Stalker
Accidental Athlete
I have heard from:
Logical Loser
I haven't heard from:
Caring Caretaker
Hesitating Husband
Broke Bride
Thank you guys so much for sticking with me. I don't know if I'm cursed and can't make a good roleplay or what is wrong. Looking at the people who haven't responded at all; their last post was either applying for this roleplay or something weeks and weeks ago. Did my roleplay kill them? Possibly! I will probably post a recruiting board here soon- if you guys know anyone that would be interested; let them know as well!
I have:
Selfish Swan
Shy Stalker
Accidental Athlete
I have heard from:
Logical Loser
I haven't heard from:
Caring Caretaker
Hesitating Husband
Broke Bride
Thank you guys so much for sticking with me. I don't know if I'm cursed and can't make a good roleplay or what is wrong. Looking at the people who haven't responded at all; their last post was either applying for this roleplay or something weeks and weeks ago. Did my roleplay kill them? Possibly! I will probably post a recruiting board here soon- if you guys know anyone that would be interested; let them know as well!
Friday, July 18th 2014. New Orleans, Louisiana. 11:45am
As several knocks on the door startled Helen from what she was doing, she let out an exasperated, "One moment!" before tossing the dish rag she had been using onto the counter. It would appear to anyone that could see it as a red soaked rag, leaving a bit of residue on the counter below it. "I'm coming." she mentioned again, making her way slowly but surely through the living room. The living room was very sterile and crisp. Ms. Deville didn't like too many knick-knacks lying around as they often collected dust, and dust was the devil himself! A small couch and two chairs faced a large open fire place. In the midst of them; A coffee table, two side tables, two lamps, a corded dial phone with a notebook and pen next to it. The only thing littering the walls were photos of each graduating class and the year they graduated. However, Ms. Deville requested Derek to find the final class' photo to be put in a special frame and placed on the mantle of the fireplace.
"Derek, that good for nothing boy." Helen snarled, he was meant to be home over a half hour ago to help her. Fluffing her hair softly Helen opened the door to the Rising Sun, the bright sun lighting the rather dim home as she met face to face with two of her students. "Scott! Eugene!" Helen called out in exclamation as she widened the door. She examined the two of them, quite surprised at her own memory. It was almost as if they had seen another yesterday, not over fifteen years ago.
"You both are the first to arrive, please come in and make yourself right back at home."
As several knocks on the door startled Helen from what she was doing, she let out an exasperated, "One moment!" before tossing the dish rag she had been using onto the counter. It would appear to anyone that could see it as a red soaked rag, leaving a bit of residue on the counter below it. "I'm coming." she mentioned again, making her way slowly but surely through the living room. The living room was very sterile and crisp. Ms. Deville didn't like too many knick-knacks lying around as they often collected dust, and dust was the devil himself! A small couch and two chairs faced a large open fire place. In the midst of them; A coffee table, two side tables, two lamps, a corded dial phone with a notebook and pen next to it. The only thing littering the walls were photos of each graduating class and the year they graduated. However, Ms. Deville requested Derek to find the final class' photo to be put in a special frame and placed on the mantle of the fireplace.
"Derek, that good for nothing boy." Helen snarled, he was meant to be home over a half hour ago to help her. Fluffing her hair softly Helen opened the door to the Rising Sun, the bright sun lighting the rather dim home as she met face to face with two of her students. "Scott! Eugene!" Helen called out in exclamation as she widened the door. She examined the two of them, quite surprised at her own memory. It was almost as if they had seen another yesterday, not over fifteen years ago.
"You both are the first to arrive, please come in and make yourself right back at home."
"Hey kid wait up!"
The man's voice behind her startled her, but she had barely time to turn around before the young girl in front of her had sprinted over to her. There was so much going on that Ferra was a deer in the headlights, staring at the young girl ahead of her like she was frozen in place.
“Come on, we gotta get off this bridge, I saw someone that could help us, we need to run,” The young girl told Ferra as she wrapped her hand around hers. Ferra didn't think twice about squeezing the girl's hand in return. She nodded, following the girl's lead as they began to run toward the edge of the highway to what Ferra could tell was a rest station that mostly travelers and truckers used on their long trips through the state.
When they reached the rest station the girl looked to Ferra, her hand still intertwined with hers. “My name is Alysia, what’s yours?” Alysia questioned her and she answered quickly. "Ferra. Ferra Hanson." The girl had been trained to say her name and last name always, as if that gave the person some sort of benefit.
Turning her head slightly, she found the source of the voice that had called to her earlier. She was glad he had made it okay, though she did not know whether he meant to cause them harm or not. "My feet are killing me." Ferra admitted, looking down at her red feet within her flats; the shoes were not meant for sprinting down the highway. Ferra slipped them off revealing blisters on the side of her small toes and on the heels. "Maybe I should find some band aids or keep these off for a little bit." Ferra told Alysia innocently.
The man's voice behind her startled her, but she had barely time to turn around before the young girl in front of her had sprinted over to her. There was so much going on that Ferra was a deer in the headlights, staring at the young girl ahead of her like she was frozen in place.
“Come on, we gotta get off this bridge, I saw someone that could help us, we need to run,” The young girl told Ferra as she wrapped her hand around hers. Ferra didn't think twice about squeezing the girl's hand in return. She nodded, following the girl's lead as they began to run toward the edge of the highway to what Ferra could tell was a rest station that mostly travelers and truckers used on their long trips through the state.
When they reached the rest station the girl looked to Ferra, her hand still intertwined with hers. “My name is Alysia, what’s yours?” Alysia questioned her and she answered quickly. "Ferra. Ferra Hanson." The girl had been trained to say her name and last name always, as if that gave the person some sort of benefit.
Turning her head slightly, she found the source of the voice that had called to her earlier. She was glad he had made it okay, though she did not know whether he meant to cause them harm or not. "My feet are killing me." Ferra admitted, looking down at her red feet within her flats; the shoes were not meant for sprinting down the highway. Ferra slipped them off revealing blisters on the side of her small toes and on the heels. "Maybe I should find some band aids or keep these off for a little bit." Ferra told Alysia innocently.
Also present- enjoying funnel cake.
Grnmachine said
Crush: Isabella Roma
<3
AgniSpirit said
Hi, should I just post since no one else has yet?
Yes please do Agni! <3
wonderwall said
Did people not respond to the PMs that were sent?
Diabolical and Frankie did- no one else though.. :c
I'm sorry I haven't posted- between the guild random shutdowns and my hope for all people to arrive around the same time; I didn't manage to do so. However, If the guild happens to let me, I will let you two into the house, so that we can continue on.. Hopefully the other members decide to join us or I might have to do a little role searching.
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