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| 14 Jan 2012 09:37 PM |
DO NOT POST HERE UNTIL YOU'VE RESERVED A CHARACTER. THIS IS NOT THE RESERVATION SHEET. I REPEAT, THIS IS **NOT** THE RESERVATION SHEET. THIS IS WHERE WE WILL RP.
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The Artisan had given us life. He had given us each a fragment of his soul, sacrificing his life for ours.
But why?
We don't entirely know, but we have established our own priorities.
Twenty creatures lu.rk through the abandoned streets of a city beneath the surface. These creatures each have their own capabilities, advantages. Day and night, we feel anxiety and dismay. We are utterly wooden figurines concealed within the shadows. The shadows are our only secure segments of the city. Street lamps illuminate most of the city. Neighboring houses had crumbled to heaps of stone and brick. Public city buildings had caved in, demolishing any mortals that had been inside before the cave-in.
What are we supposed to do? We are the only survivors in this cavern city. We had been confined within the ground with twenty savaging beasts that would not show us mercy.
If the Artisan had intentionally created us to challenge the Beasts, he had failed to do so.
We are cowards. We are feeble, insecure stickmen - and women - with only two alternatives - We could:
A) Live in secrecy, fleeing from our pursuers and hunters, gathering what food we could and staying concealed within the thick shadows.
B) Trek through the winding, gloomy Tunnels that had an anonymous terminal. But we were MUCH too cowardly to take any chances.
Neither of these alternatives are privileges, of course. But with no other option in our predicament, we've chosen to stay within the city boundaries, regardless of the possibilities. We have been fleeing from one end of the city to the other. There is no daylight in this forsaken hole. There is no essence in this city. We now believe fleeing is trivial. What other choice do we have but to hide behind paintings, and inside tin cans? We are the Eighteen, most likely created to protect the mortals, but that had recoiled. We are timid play toys whose lives are dependent on the weapons we have constructed, and the objects that give us the advantage to stray away from our foes.
This is our life.
This is how we survive.
But I sincerely believe things can change.
~The Dark Sun Rises, But Never Falls, This Dreadful Crisis, Has Fooled Us All, We Hide, We Cower, In Fear And Doubt, We Take No Risks, We Follow One Route, For Countless Years, We Have Been Trapped, They Are The Beasts, And We Are The Rats, In This City, We Will See, If They Are Eternal Rulers, And If We Are The Eighteen
-A Poem By Number Thirteen, Whose Spirit Shall Be Forever In Our So.uls
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=RULES= No Godmodding No Criticism/Trolling/Flaming Respect Eachother The RP Will Pause Whenever I Leave Unless I Say Otherwise Use Grammar Be Descriptive In Your CS Story-Mode RPing Only You May Only Have One Main Character Do Not Control Others' Characters! PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME IN EVERY POST! PLEASE!!! You Must Be Accepted to Begin In Your First RP Post, Include the Word 'Twelve' Above the Post if You've Reviewed This List Don't Whine/Beg/Complain Please Be Engaged in This RP if You Are Going To Join You Must Abide By the Descriptions On Each Character DO NOT Complain if Your Character Dies - Your Character Will Most Likely Die PLEASE PICK THE CHARACTER YOU WILL CONNECT TO THE MOST Long Posts Please. I Don't Want Any Short Posts.
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=THE EIGHTEEN=
--They wear scrap metal for armor, which are bolted together. Beneath it, they wear spare fabrics they've obtained from the rubble of buildings.
--They each possess a different type of weapon that they've constructed from scraps of metal, and other objects.
--They each have their own perks, capibilities, and behaviors.
--They are all wood carvings, obviously.
--They are a bit smaller than an average-sized rat. |
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| 14 Jan 2012 10:24 PM |
| Where is the reservation sheet? |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:15 PM |
(WE MAY BEGIN!
Keep the RS in mind in case you need a reminder of your character's characteristics. :L) |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:18 PM |
[ -sniffs ground- oh... Sweet RP... ]
XIII
I pondered around in my thoughts. I didn't feel like reading, writing, or making explosives at the time. This whole thing seemed like a blur to me.
Why was I even made. And why name me XIII/Thirteen? These were just some of the thoughts I was thinking of. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:19 PM |
| (So, where exactly are we hiding out?) |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:21 PM |
XIII
I swiped my journal from beside me, instantly writing down a list of these questions that I wondered in my head.
Why Thirteen? Why me? What has happened before I was created? Who was the Artisan?
I hesitated on my utensil, then I finally wrote it down.
Will we make it out...
In a rough sweep, I wrote down the last word;
...alive? |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:22 PM |
(OH, let me split us into groups... Don't worry, the groups will merge VERY soon:
Group 1: -One -Two -Four -XIII -Sixteen -Twelve -Nine -Fifteen -Five
Group 2: -Eleven -Three -Six -Seven -Eighteen -Fourteen -Seventeen -Eight -Ten) |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:23 PM |
| I sit on a pile of rubble, sharpening one knife with the other. How long had we been stuck in this place? I'd lost count long ago. The others hate it here, but I find it suitable for us. Rejected misfits fighting to survive, that's all we are... |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:24 PM |
(AGH, another thing...
Group 1 is currently searching for a new location, meaning, they're traveling on the streets.
Group 2 is taking refuge in a library. Group 1 will encounter one of them outside, where they will be invited inside. :P) |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:25 PM |
(You know whats one fits my character? I love you five. Pun intended five-ever and always <3)
-Six-
He sat down alone, once again getting gathering his “Notebook” and “Pencil”. As he started on the guidelines of yet another young lady he wondered how many times he had drawn her and how many times he had traced her elegant figure onto his paper.
Maybe he should start drawing others things? |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:26 PM |
°Fifteen° Fifteen sat in the corner of the top shelf of a bookcase, arms wrapped around her legs. Beside her was a short, small candle with a tin wrapping around it and a thick, crooked wick. "It's a nice day, isn't it, Ember?" Fifteen smiled cheerfully. They were not even outside...they were dolls....but she said it anyways. She looked down onto the scene before her: a vast room with dusty bookcases ending only inches above the ceiling, crammed with a.g.e.d books and the occasional unlit candle. "Say, Ember?" Fifteen paused, as though Ember the little candle was speaking to her. "Why don't we meet with the other candles?" Fifteen began to climb down the shelves of books carefully, cradling Ember in her left arm. She eventually touched the floor and began dashing about. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:27 PM |
| (Fifteen is in group one? Curses! Forget my first post!) |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:27 PM |
Five:
I slowly stepped over a rock, tugging my cape over it and landing gracefully on my feet. I was near the front of the group, the following Four and a couple more, the rest behind me. I fingered my blade, glancing up at the grey sky.
"Any signs of danger?" I murmured softly to Four. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:30 PM |
| I walk up to Five and Four. "Haven't seen anything yet.", I mutter. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:30 PM |
XIII
I slammed my book shut and shoved it in my belt. The mere sound of my thoughts aloud chilled up my back.
"Aren't we going to do something than just wander around here?" I asked Four and Five. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:31 PM |
~Four
I kept my gaze on the dust and sand sweeping across the crummy streets, pondering over what step we'll take next. We've been on the streets for numerous days now. Where should we go? I hadn't a clue. My mind was set on protecting my people, but how? How could I when we had no refuge, no food, no stronghold, no hope?
I clambered over a lamppost lying across the street, its bulb burnt out, and shards of glass coating the concrete. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:31 PM |
| [Err... Rex, you're not with us. Tai said that it's just Five, Four, and XIII.] |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:32 PM |
Two
As we walk, I fumble with bits of metal.
"I agree with Molt." I say, barely looking up from my fumbling. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:32 PM |
(Oh, fail)
I continue sharpening my knives, waiting for anything, anything at all to happen. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:33 PM |
| (No, no, Moltak. Read the lists above. xD I was talking about the party- ...Nevermind. Just review the lists. :P) |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:33 PM |
°Fifteen° Fifteen strolled light-heartedly with the other traveling numbers. A few skinny vanilla candles were strapped to her back and she cradled a short vanilla candle with a tin wrapping around it and a thick crooked wick. Ember. "What a beautiful day!" Fifteen exclaimed cheerfully, admiring the clouded gray skies and the rubble and scraps that covered the deteriorating roads as if it were a valley of flowers. She said, "Isn't it, Ember?" Fifteen paused as if Ember was speaking to her. "You agree!" She hopped over a jagged scrap of metal, cheerful all the while and looked to the others to see if they shared her admiration. |
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| 15 Jan 2012 06:34 PM |
XIII
I pulled out some small, hand-fitting bombs in my hand, and a lighter in the other. I sensed the danger around us. I predicted the Beasts were watching over us. But I wondered why they haven't attacked yet.
"Oy...I have a very bad feeling about this you guys." |
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