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Welcome to Whittier

Evening Before The Darkness

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A four note tune chimed through out every hallway through the Begich towers signaling the start of an announcement.

Margorie Bouvier's petite and faint giggle came over the speakers. She had been sitting on the lap of the mayor after a few drinks and was trying hard to keep her composure. "Oh stop.." she insisted, pushing his hands off her and she cleared her throat. "Good evening residents!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking at the end, with the familiar chuckle of the mayor heard in the background.

Margorie continued, "As you all may know, tonight is the last day of the month. Tomorrow marks the start of the annual month of no sunlight that we have all encountered while living her in Whittier." she continued, "We'd like to invite every one up to the 14th floor into the meeting room where we have set up a little banquet of sorts for us to enjoy the company of one another before the hard, cold month ahead. There will be food and drink provided.." her voice traveled off as she thought of anything else to add. "See you soon!"

Slowly but surely the residents of the tower made their way up the stair case or elevator up to the 14th floor.

Welcome to Whittier

Updated the character bin with NPCS.
I still haven't done biographies/relationships cause I'm lazy- lol!

If anyone would like to take on a biography for any of those people- :D Feel free.

Camp Turtle Shell ~ (Still accepting and in-progress)

Kɪss Mᴇ Iғ I'ᴍ Wʀᴏɴɢ Bᴜᴛ.. Dɪɴᴏsᴀᴜʀs Sᴛɪʟʟ Exɪsᴛ Rɪɢʜᴛ?

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→ Name:
Dawn Kingston

→ Age:
16

→ Likes:
Painting. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside.

→ Dislikes:
Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Cold Weather.

→ Quirk:
Dyed hair pink just for attending camp.

→ Biography:
"When you grow up Dawn, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Dawn, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Dawn replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Dawn had not become a turtle, but she had escaped her shell. Growing up Dawn was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Dawn. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills.

Dawn found refuge in her artwork, drawing, dancing, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything.

On the eve of her 16th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Dawn spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Honey, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Dawn's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time.

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Dawn held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the summer camp her mother had signed her up for to make new friends in the area.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

Camp Turtle Shell ~ (Still accepting and in-progress)

Kɪss Mᴇ Iғ I'ᴍ Wʀᴏɴɢ Bᴜᴛ.. Dɪɴᴏsᴀᴜʀs Sᴛɪʟʟ Exɪsᴛ Rɪɢʜᴛ?

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→ Name:
Dawn Kingston

→ Age:
16

→ Likes:
Painting. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside.

→ Dislikes:
Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Cold Weather.

→ Quirk:
Dyed hair pink just for attending camp.

→ Biography:
"When you grow up Dawn, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Dawn, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Dawn replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Dawn had not become a turtle, but she had escaped her shell. Growing up Dawn was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Dawn. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills.

Dawn found refuge in her artwork, drawing, dancing, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything.

On the eve of her 16th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Dawn spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Honey, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Dawn's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time.

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Dawn held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the summer camp her mother had signed her up for to make new friends in the area.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

Kɪss Mᴇ Iғ I'ᴍ Wʀᴏɴɢ Bᴜᴛ.. Dɪɴᴏsᴀᴜʀs Sᴛɪʟʟ Exɪsᴛ Rɪɢʜᴛ?

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→ Name:
Dawn Kingston

→ Age:
16

→ Likes:
Painting. Sunshine. Dancing. Walking outside.

→ Dislikes:
Small Talk. Chapped Lips. Bragging. Cold Weather.

→ Quirk:
Dyed hair pink just for attending camp.

→ Biography:
"When you grow up Dawn, what do you want to be?" The question came across her mother's lips like any concerned parent. "A turtle." the young girl replied, her big, bright eyes gleaming with joy. "You can't be a turtle Dawn, that is impossible." her mother discouraged, shaking her head. "Nothing is impossible. I'm going to be a turtle" Dawn replied, determined to show her mother what life was really about.

Fast forward 10 years, 5 schools, 8 homes, and 7 stepfathers later, Dawn had not become a turtle, but she had escaped her shell. Growing up Dawn was an easy going kid, her father hadn't been in her life much but he seemed like an okay guy when he was around. Her mother had always been there, working hard, trying to do what seemed like the best for herself, and sometimes Dawn. The constant moving wasn't very helpful for the young girl's growth, but hey- if it pays the bills, it pays the bills.

Dawn found refuge in her artwork, drawing, dancing, painting, the works. It was in her art she could be anything, she could create anything.

On the eve of her 16th birthday her mother announced she had fallen in love once again, and that they were to be moving, as to be closer to the man's work. "Great." Dawn spat out, packing up her belongings once again. "Honey, I promise this will be the last time. I promise." her mother assured her, her petite frame barely taking up the door way of Dawn's empty room. "Mmmhmm." she mumbled. It was the last time every time.

Sitting in the new room of the unfamiliar house that belonged to an unfamiliar man, Dawn held a stale cupcake to her lips. "Happy Birthday to me." she sighed, taking a bite. Closing her eyes she wished this year would be different, that this year wouldn't be another repeat of the last. Eating the rest of the cupcake, she paged through the informational brochure of the summer camp her mother had signed her up for to make new friends in the area.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

Camp Turtle Shell ~ (Still accepting and in-progress)

Is there an age range for the campers?

@dee

^_^ It's in the character sheet!

Camp Turtle Shell ~ (Still accepting and in-progress)

@MissCapnCrunch Whichever you want, anime is just my personal preference.

@Roecoon

c: Thanks! I'll get my character sheet up.. oh probably late tonight!

Camp Turtle Shell ~ (Still accepting and in-progress)

Would you like us to have anime appearance or other?

Welcome to Whittier

Sorry guys, have been having a super long day!
Gonna postpone the start for until REALLY late tonight or morning-

Get your characters in everyone else who would like to join in on this adventure!

I got most of the NPCS done as well- besides bios and relationships; I'll keep working on that.

@SepticGentleman

Yes, and with our outcomes, I could definitely see this being a 'long running' roleplay if that make sense? Like let's say a few people survive leaving Whittier relatively vacant- those few survivors (for some dumb reason) decide to stay there and a new group of people come in. Character development to the max.