“Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
an original dark_grace production
an advance literate roleplay
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inspired by mtv's buried life
related genres adventure & romance
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“Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
A life is only made up of so many days, and once your days are gone, they aren't coming back. Everyone had a list of things they want to do before they die, but very few actually go out and do these things. You don't know when your life is going to be over, so you have to do something about it now, not later...it may be your last chance.
Six teenagers have been friends since the first grade, going through elementary school together, followed by middle school, and finally high school. There Senior year is over, and they are all looking beyond there little town at their futures, all so far away from one another.
This is the last summer together, before they all part ways, going to different schools across the country in the name of higher education. The day after graduation the friends open up a high school time capsule. One they made in their freshman year. The box contains pictures of their younger selves as well as some letters they wrote up for their older counterparts.
At the very bottom of the box, they come across a folded up piece of paper. None of them can remember what it was about, so they unfold it, and read it. It was a list of all the things they wanted to do before they died. They decide that their last summer together should be all about this list, and completing it. One last thing they can do together before they have to leave for good.
It takes a week for them to prepare, booking airline tickets and booking hotel rooms, but soon they are one their way for the one month adventure across the world to live out their dreams.
“Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
P O S T I N G
Now, first things first. Literacy. Of course, proper spelling and grammar are pretty damn important. So, use spell check if you're not sure on something. I like long posts. I know they're not always manageable, so I'm giving you the bare minimum of four paragraphs per posts. That means that if you have "writers block" you should be able to squeeze out four decent paragraphs consisting of seven or so lines. You are expected, however, to write much, much more. Intro post should be eight+ paragraphs. If you cannot manage that, please don't join.
Your posts are to be pretty. I like pretty posts. You should have a picture of your character. You should also include a header with your character's name and a sub heading of some kind if you want one. I'm not fussy about having things at the bottom. But just so you know, lots of different sized icons, lots of glittery things and lots of blinding colours are not pretty at all. So don't use them. Try to post about three times a week.
Also, I want you to use CELEBRITIES for your person, but no internet celebs. Make sure your celebrities are age appropriate. I don't want you to tell me Miley Cyrus is playing a twenty-five year old. I will usually let it pass for most older celebrities to be passed off as mid twenties, but there are limits for that too, like no matter how hot George Clooney is, he is not going to pass for twenty-five.
R E S E R V A T I O N S
I'm doing something a little different with this role play. I do want you to send me in a reserve if you want a specific part, but it's the only thing I want from you. I don't need you to fill out a profile, so with that said, the reserve you have to fill out is more like a mini-profile, but don't let that scare you. When I said mini, I really did mean mini! Title your pm the full name of your character, and send me either a link to a samples thread, or three separate links to roleplays you have been in. You do not have to send in both. Just one! You also have to send me a list of five things you think your specific character would want to do before they died. I will choose the best 2-3.
O T H E R R U L E S
Please follow all Gaia rules. Romance is allowed of course but keep it PG13 at the most. Foul language is permissible as well. There really shouldn't be any hardcore violence in this roleplay, but if there is, keep it to a minimum.
“Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
CRUSHES miss model in training → mr high school president mr. talented guitarist → miss model in training miss artistically talented → mr. talented guitarist mr high school president → miss artistically talented
CURRENT RELATIONSHIPS mr adrenaline junkie x miss honor roll
EX'S mr high school president x miss model in training
“Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
THE LIST BROOKE ☆ MARJORIE ☆ SABRIEL ☆ ZANDER ☆ CONNER ☆ PETER
▢-go skinny dipping in france
▢-get a face to face photo with a lion
▢-walk the fashion runway during paris fashion week
▢-drive nascar in daytona
▢-meet the president
▢-play a song for a cafe in venice
▢-rob a bank
▢-swim with dolphins
▢-go white water rafting
▢-climb up the grand canyon
▢-kiss the most beautiful person I know
▢-play tag with a bull
▢-paint the notre dame
▢-paint some graffiti on a highway bridge
▢-parachute off the golden gate bridge in san fransisco
▢-jump on a moving train
▢-go to a nude beach
▢-go scuba diving in mexico
“Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”
O P E N E D
The six teens are currently on a flight to Paris, so please begin your post at that point.
You can post whenever you wish, you do not have to wait for me to make the first post, but you can wait for me to post if you feel more comfortable that way.
i wanna publish zines and rage against machines
i wanna pierce my tongue it doesn't hurt, it feels fine
the trivial sublime i'd like to turn off time
and kill my mind you kill my mind
"Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out." He spoke to the back of the seat in front of him as if it was a crowd of very important businessmen and pointed at himself, "Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse." Peter continued muttering to himself as he wrote down the quote from Catch Me If You Can, a movie he had been watching earlier in the airport before the flight took off. He always carried around a little black notebook so he could document any interesting sayings he heard so that perhaps later, when he was president, he could insert them in a speech and wow the masses.
Of course this only annoyed the hell out of anyone since at any moment he'd spew some strange quote and argue that it pertained to the current situation until the other person gave up and agreed. He'd also use it as a sort of journal and write down random things he thought and little scenarioes on how to solve current foriegn policy conflicts. Because, like John F. Kennedy said: A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. Thus, documenting everything he thought was insanely important. Who knows, it could be worth a lot of dough one day. And someone had to keep track of the crazy things they were about to do. His father was a lawyer so some sort of records would help in case someone died or something.
Arguments were his specialty and if it wasn't for his quick thinking, witty gift of jab he'd still be a normal person. His journey began like it always did. First, you were a naive freshman watching with awe as the senior class President gave their running speech. And then the next year you muscle your way in as Historian, even though no on had a clue who you were, and then with a few bribes and promised dates get enough votes for Vice President. Finally, before you knew it you were President and the girls were wearing campaign stickers of your face on their chests and volunteering their services after school and the entire faculty was wrapped around your finger. Beware, even just one glimpse at the amount of authority given willingly by the crowd to one person could end in life long pursuit for larger avenues of power. Thus, Peter's obsession with becoming President Peter Daniel Graves (known as Danny to his closest friends) of the United States one day, no matter what.
Some people thought high school elections were a joke. They're just popularity contests, his father said, which was true. But couldn't the same be said for the real presidency? His childhood (yes childhood because at eighteen he was now officially an adult) experiences of backstabbing, bribing, charismatic speeches and general ambitiousness with a slight hint of douchery had completely prepared him for life. Truthfully, he should still be a wide-eyed kid, ready to jump into the real world and make a difference and be excited and happy about what was ahead. But he knew first hand of the deceitful nature of human beings and failed to see the good in them before he extracted the bad lurking behind the fake exterior. In short, one could say Peter was a pessimistic party-pooper.
It was the main reason he and Brooke didn't work out. He wasn't particularly convinced modeling was a career or included any hard work and he was always focused on his future and.....well his future. He had very little patience when it came to things of that matter. Girls just kinda got in the way, unless they were interesting and smart and beautiful like... Well, anyway, she, along with the fact that they were trapped in a plane for hours, was the current reason for his current bitchy mood since he had somehow gotten stuck sitting next to Brooke. Not that he wouldn't be civil, but there was just something awkward about it. It was probably because he knew he was a jerk and was not willing to do anything about it. Love-dovey understanding men couldn't take responsibility for the welfare of millions of people. They'd get trampled on by the real leaders and the country would go to hell.
The plane shook ever so slightly and he immediately stopped writing and glanced out the window to make sure the wings weren't on fire. He had a thing against planes. Or rather, any sort of transportation. He hated moving, hated turning, hated when anything he was sitting in went faster than fifteen miles an hour and he really really hated take off. For this reason he had to sit in the window seat or else there would be hell to pay. He shouldn't have anything to worry about since the chance of the plane crashing was significantly lower than say that of a car but he couldn't help the anxiety swirling around in his stomach with a hint of fear. Peter had felt like this since he was a kid which was why he had written he wanted to jump on a moving train. Granted, back then he never thought that he would actually have to face his fear but now it seemed as though it was a good possibility he'd get that chance.
Though he wasn't sure he wanted to. It was quite dangerous, after all, and if he died he couldn't rule the nation, now could he? He really couldn't make himself believe that they would actually complete the list and the more he thought about it the more he realized how utterly crazy and irrational this whole situation was. But he was not going to dare give up the chance to travel around the world. Or hopefully meet the head honcho himself. He loosened the collar of his button up and willed the nausea to go away. Puking on a plane could hurt his chances in an election later on because no one would want to vote for a wuss. "How much longer until we land?" He asked no one in particular. The sooner they were off of this flying death trap the better.