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| 15 Feb 2012 04:20 PM |
A group of children are out exploring the woods one bright summer day. They are talking and having fun, like kids, when one points out a bottle holding a yellowing paper. The kids think this is just amazing and walk over. A girl, Santana, opens it and reads it aloud: "The puzzle shines bright and blue. The missing piece has grown and grew. Isn't something missing? The fate of the world lies in their hands. The puzzle piece is in their land. Isn't something missing? Will they find us? Will they save us? Will we survive? Isn't something missing? The day has come, the puzzle finished. Shall it work? Will they find us? Will they save us? Will we survive? Isn't something missing?" Believing this, the kids all run around the woods, searching for a "piece". Santana suddenly walks up to a large tree with bright blue leaves. She takes one of the leaves and a blue light comes out. She screams, and to this day, she hasnt been found.
Rules: No godmodding You cannot find the Tree With the Blue Leaves. This is a story roleplay, meaning: This is a thought and action. "This is speaking." You cannot be Santana. You may be a sibling or family member, but not her directly.
CS N@me: @ge: (Between 5 and 40) Appearance: Back Story: Know Santana? Related to her? How? |
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| 15 Feb 2012 04:30 PM |
CS N@me: Bill farrjak @ge: 23 Appearance: Green eyes, Black hair, Black sunglasses which he rarely takes off, Green coat, White shirt, Blue jeans, Black boots Back Story: Bill's the local Reporter, usually he is sent on bogus reports for things like "Vampires" ultimately, and expectantly, they all are proven fake by Bill. But hey, being A reporter means you can get in on interesting things, as well as the dissapearance of Santana. Know Santana? Related to her? How?: He has just heared of her dissapearance, he doesn't know her directly. |
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| 15 Feb 2012 04:32 PM |
((Making Santana's CS and mine)) Santana's CS N@me: Santana (Nickname the Girl Who Walks in the Blue Light) @ge: 8 Appearance: Black wavy hair, black dress, black messenger hat with a rose in the back, black boots. Back Story: (First post)
CS N@me: Britanny (Nickname Brit) @ge: (Between 5 and 40) 7 Appearance: Relatively straight brown hair, scar on her wrist, black jeans, brown skintight tank top, black boots, jade necklace. Back Story: (First post) She misses her sister, but has hope, refusing to believe her sister dead. She walks the woods every day searching. Know Santana? Yes. Related to her? Yes. How? Sister.
((PS: I will roleplay as Santana at times, but it will be extremely rare.)) |
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| 15 Feb 2012 04:43 PM |
~Britanny~ Clutching the jade necklace that the Girl Who Walks in the Blue Light, my sister, gave me, I walk out of the house shouting behind me, "I'm going searching!" I walk out. The one repeating line is still drilled into my head. Isn't something missing? I walk out, making sure to be armed with rocks and a slingshot. Just in case. Isn't something missing? Why did the poem say that so many times? Something must really be wrong. It had something to do with a blue puzzle. A missing piece. I go out looking for the piece and the Girl Who Walks in the Blue Light. Isn't something missing? "Santana! Santana?!" I shout her name, in hope. The glowing hope in my heart has lowered its brightness since a few years have passed. But it's still there. It will be unless nothing is found but her body. Isn't something missing? |
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| 15 Feb 2012 04:43 PM |
| ((Once you make a CS, consider yourself accepted.)) |
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| 15 Feb 2012 04:46 PM |
~Bill~
I look around. I had decided to interview the so called "Sister" Of Santana. I had gone to the house, but she wasn't there. Her parents told me she went off looking for her missing sister, so I begin to look for her in the forest. |
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| 15 Feb 2012 07:38 PM |
~Britanny~ I walked around, yelling, when I saw a man come through the brush. A reporter. Of course.They always want to talk to me because my sister is the missing, no body found, Girl Who Walks in the Blue Light. Isn't something missing? |
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| 16 Feb 2012 04:58 PM |
Brittany I walk in the other direction. "Santana! Santana!" No such luck. I wish she was here. I feel like a branch without its tree. Santana. The girl who walks in the blue light. Isn't something missing? "Santana!" Ugh. All this yelling will have six kinds of reporters on my tail. Santana could probably get them away from me. If only she were here. "Santana!" I don't get it. She went missing in these woods. And I've explored every inch. Somebody must have kidnapped her or something. Just grabbed her, taped her mouth, and ran. There's no sign of blood. Isn't something missing? I wish you could just snap and the whole world was perfect. It'd be heaven. My sister at my side, Mom and Dad healthy, chocolate good for you. I just want my sister. I'd give anything to see her. Isnt something missing? I focus on that repeating line and make a list in my head. Santana, some puzzle piece... Nothing else. Hmm. |
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zalak123
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| 16 Feb 2012 05:01 PM |
RESERVE SPOT
"Yeah dude, rock on." -Francis |
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| 16 Feb 2012 05:10 PM |
CS N@me: Alexander Rylana @ge: (Between 5 and 40): 13 Appearance: Brown wavvy hair, Tan skin, Blue eyes, Black jacket, Soccer shirt, Jeans... Back Story: I playing Soccer with my friends until we heard a scream...We went to the forest, where the scream came from...Nothing...We only found her friends "What happened?" I asked..They never replied, they went strait to their home...Crying, why? I never knew, until everything got on the news... Know Santana? Related to her? How?: Was her neighboor until she "Dissapeared"... |
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| 16 Feb 2012 06:06 PM |
EXTREMELY RARE SANTANA INPUT! So this is where they wanted us to go. To this he**ish blue ship, fighting the SkyCraken. And they wont let me out. Thank god my sister isnt here. On the other hand, I miss her. Something's missing... But why? Why a child like me, an eight year old like me, who cant count up to one fifty? I better get to the bottom of this. |
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| 16 Feb 2012 06:18 PM |
Britanny "Santana!" She's so far away... I head home after a good two hours of searching, and its nighttime by the time I get there. "Im home, Mom." "No Santana?" she asks. I shake my head. "Nope. Bu we will find her." Mom sighs. "Well, you missed dinner. Here's a late night snack." She gives me some crackers and sends me to bed. |
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| 17 Feb 2012 06:46 AM |
(Well if your not gonna accept or decline me ill roleplay until you say something)
Alexander~
"Mom, something happened to our neighbour...But what?" I asked with my soccer ball in my hands "I...I don't know..." She replied...It was getting late, she would probably tell me tommorow, she probably needs rest "K then..." I say as i went to my room, where i had my very own laptop...Well it was dad's but he died...Sadly, so i started playing when someone called, i was also tired..."Hello? Who is it?" I said grabbing a cookie, wow stupid neighbourhood Prank callers...Iwent strait to bed after the call |
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| 17 Feb 2012 06:55 AM |
N@me: Tala White @ge: 17 Appearance: Wears a white singlet with green pants thats weaved to make it look a bit visible. Wears a grey coat on cold days.
Back Story: She was simply considered a hobo but she never acted like a hobo. She always sat in a dark corner in a dark street. She then one day left to a nearby resident town before some kidnappers could find her.
Know Santana? Related to her? How? She knows Santana little. The most recent was her disappearance. Ever sence, she spends much of her time looking around a nearby forest. Santana was also a friend. |
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| 17 Feb 2012 06:13 PM |
| ((Like I said, consider yourselves accepted whenever you make a CS.)) |
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| 19 Feb 2012 03:16 PM |
Britanny Santana walks up to me. Her short black dress and sleek boots compliment her legs. She extends a black-gloved hand out to me. I take it. We walk through the forest when suddenly a man walks up with gun in hand and threatens us and shouts at us. Santana and I are dumbfounded. Suddenly, a single shot rings out and Santana crumples to the ground. |
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| 19 Feb 2012 03:19 PM |
Britanny I wake with a start. Fear is still coursing through my mind until I look at my surroundings. A blanket, a window, and a clock that read 2:00 am. I lie down on the bed again. I cant sleep for the rest of the night. Isnt something missing? |
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| 19 Feb 2012 04:58 PM |
(Did we all dream this dream?)
Alexander~
All night long, Pitchblack...'Till this weird dream came... It was all a blur...Gun shots...Girl falling to the ground, wait...I know who this is, its just to blurry! |
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| 19 Feb 2012 08:43 PM |
Britanny Mom comes into my room to wake me. When the door closes, I put on what I can best remember as Santana's clothes. Black dress, boots, gloves, hat. Then I head down stairs. I can't remember the details of that morning, only that mom says she got me a bb gun. I feel like a part of my soul has died. With a kiss on the cheek, mom sends me to school. Isn't something missing? Blue was always her favorite color. But she loved black clothes. I'm wearing these to honor her. Everybody in my town goes to the same school. No matter what grade. Consequently it's REALLY crowded. I meet up with some friends of mine and we talk about every subject that doesn't have anything to do with Santana. |
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| 19 Feb 2012 08:54 PM |
| (WAAAITT I want to join :3) |
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| 20 Feb 2012 06:45 AM |
(Just make a CS. I should have said this in the starter, but you are automatically accepted. Some people who are close to Santana have Blue Information Dreams, which tell us a bit about where Santana is and what she's doing. But everything is a shade of blue, so it's a little hard to see. Note: THEY ONLY SAY A BIT. Example: Santana is standing there. There is a blue bloody battlefield around her. And what's that in her hand? A... a sword? It basically shows her fighting. IT DOES NOT SHOW HER FINDING THE TREE, PICKING UP THE BLUE LEAF, ECT.) |
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| 20 Feb 2012 06:49 AM |
| (This: "Santana walks up to me. Her short black dress and sleek boots compliment her legs. She extends a black-gloved hand out to me. I take it. We walk through the forest when suddenly a man walks up with gun in hand and threatens us and shouts at us. Santana and I are dumbfounded. Suddenly, a single shot rings out and Santana crumples to the ground." was not a Blue Information Dream. I just had to say that.) |
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| 20 Feb 2012 09:36 AM |
CS N@me:Hayden "Hayes" Corbin @ge: 14 Appearance: Long blonde hair with slight brown streaks near the scalp. A few freckles spread over my nose, blue eyes the same color of the leaves on the tree that killed Santana, always wear a red hoodie, loose blue jeans with a bright black belt. Grey tennis shoes with a yellow outline and orange laces. Dog tags always go over my neck, and I usually wear a grey retro skating hat. Back Story:I was with the group of kids that day. Santana was my best friend, and I was digging through a fallen bird feeder when I heard her scream. I had never heard her scream like that before. I run over to where she was before everyone else. All I see is the tree and a glowing blue leaf on the ground. After that, we all ran home and each of us cslled the police. We never found the tree again, either because its no longer there or we're just scared that history will repeat itsself. Know Santana? Related to her? How?I hinted this in back story, but I was best friends with her. I lived next door to her and we had been best friends seince Kindergarten. |
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