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| 16 Sep 2012 08:40 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.
Ten 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 with only two alternatives - we could either live in secrecy, fleeing from our pursuers and hunters, gathering what food we could and staying concealed within the thick shadows.
Or we can trek through the winding, gloomy Tunnels that had an anonymous terminal. But we aren't taking 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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| 16 Sep 2012 08:43 PM |
TAI. WHY DIDN"T YOU NOTIFY ME ABOUT THIS. |
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| 16 Sep 2012 08:53 PM |
(Bro, you are now notified.)
~Good for you~ |
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| 17 Sep 2012 08:00 PM |
(now wat we doo)
~Good for you~ |
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| 17 Sep 2012 08:05 PM |
First things first, fix the title.
Other than that, idunno |
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| 18 Sep 2012 04:47 PM |
*Commencing RP...*
Four
I rubbed my sightless eye with the palm of my hand. I felt nothing. It was as though there was nothing there, but I knew better than to believe that. Every time I even glimpsed my reflection, I recognized that patch covering that small incision that I received what seemed like ages ago.
"I request that a select few of you go out and gather what wood you can find," I addressed the gang. I shifted my weight from foot to foot as my feet sank low into the dirt of the courtyard out behind our permanent refuge-- a relatively small, dilapidated museum in the center of town. It was called the Weaver's Foundation. "We are holding a bonfire today, out here in the courtyard." |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:00 PM |
XIII
My mind jumps back from the repeating dream, that I never had before. I hear talking. I decide not to do work, as my explosive was almost done, and I had more important things to do then collect.
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:02 PM |
One
I immediately stood up, volunteering. I could keep my gang members safe if I was here. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:03 PM |
Five
"I'm not going this time." I say, tiredly. "You always seem to send me, you may not now it, but looking 'round for sticks ain't exactly fun." |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:08 PM |
(Switching into present mode, now.)
Four
I scowl at Five disapprovingly. "It isn't meant to be fun. Survival is not a game. It's reality, and we should treat it as such. But, I can understand that you're tired..." I examine the faces of those who haven't yet spoken. "And what about the rest of you? Are you going to take one for the team, or stay behind... again?" I emphasize that last word, in hope that I would get more volunteers. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:08 PM |
Fourteen-
He hugged his knees tightly as he sat with the group, his pupil moved upwards to glance at his fellow comrades. His body was hunched forward and his arms blocked the view of his mouth to others. Often he would catch himself rocking back and forth slightly and immediately stop before starting again unknowingly. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:09 PM |
XIII
I get up, and i wander into a room in the museum, labelled, "PROJECTILE HISTORY". It had muskets and flintlocks, all of which bored me. Then, I looked at the cannon. A sleek peice of artillery, able to shoot a large cannon ball with a large amount of explosive gunpowder. "Amazing.", I thought. "Let's see if there is at least a plaque or book about it." |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:10 PM |
One
"If no one volunteers, I will go alone." I said gruffly, not to get people to volunteer, but to actually state I'll go alone. If they're all here, they cannot get hurt. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:14 PM |
Five
"I'm not trying to rude." I say, a slight his of hurt in my voice. "It's just always be who goes." |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:17 PM |
Seventeen
There is a shard of glass in the courtyard. It is leaning on an ugly rock next to my living area. I take a look at my reflection while Four talks about a potential bonfire. In my reflection, I only spot my glorious dress- the dress I treasure above all other possessions. I sweep myself into a twirl that makes my treasured pink dress flutter and flare. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:18 PM |
~Fifteen~
"I'll go," I volunteered with a wide smile. "I love bonfires!" My red yarn hair was a bit of a mess at the moment, me not bothering to untangle it. "Can I light it when we get back?"
~Sixteen~
I remained silent. I had gone several times already, I would rather stay behind this time. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:18 PM |
Four
"Mmh, alright One," I drawl. Beneath my breath, I add, "At least there is someone whom I can put my faith in." Then I descend from the pot onto the cool, cracked concrete and I make my way past the shrubbery and gardens toward the entrance to the museum.
I listen to the soft patter of my feet, and the distinct thumping noise my cane makes when it comes in contact with the marble floors. It's a considerably comforting sound. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:19 PM |
One
"Well, let's get going Fifteen." I said, waving her over. I headed for the exit. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:19 PM |
(After one post, I'm starting to regret accepting this cross-dresser.)
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:20 PM |
| (xD If you'd like, Graul, you can do without the pink dresses and what have you. He can just be the comical character.) |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:22 PM |
(oh my god. seventeen is perfect.)
Fourteen-
His fingers release their grasp on his legs as his hands move upwards. He presses his arms against the side of his knees as he twiddles his thumbs beneath his gloves. During some time he would pull on the bottom and fix them so they were straight before proceeding to twirl them around once again. He now looked at the side, his body propped up a bit straighter, yet still slightly hunched over. The compulsion to hide his face, even from his friends, was tough for him to overcome. |
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| 18 Sep 2012 05:25 PM |
~Fifteen~
"All right. Where should we start looking?" I asked. I was hoping the fact that One hadn't answered meant that I could light the fire.
~Sixteen~
I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, observing the others silently. |
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