Welcome to Gaia! ::


There isn't a set plot. You can run around and do as you please.

Here's the main idea behind this roleplay:

You log onto Gaia, and when you do so, you're actually IN the game. You can walk down the streets of Barton, Durem, and Gambino. Different subforums are split between the towns.

<u>Barton</u>
- Gaia Gaming subforums
- Welcome To Gaia!
- Announcements
- Memorable Threads -- A museum
<u>Durem</u>
- Artist's Corner subforums
- General Discussion
- Chatterbox
<u>Gambino</u>
- Entertainment subforums
- Test Forum -- A laboratory
- Extended Discussion
- Questions & Feedback

You MUST be your Gaia character.

If your avatar is a zombie from the Halloween event, you're not stupid and mindless and devouring humans.

Although there are n00bs on Gaia, there aren't going to be people RPing their characters as n00bs in this RP. They're annoying and this is a LITERATE roleplay.

You don't need to ask to join in this roleplay, but if you start acting like a moron, I'll have your posts deleted and you'll be banned from this RP.

Please abide by the TOS and R&G.

Please post in story-mode style. Story-mode style is kind of like how a book would be written, but you don't need to write a novel for each post if you know what I mean. This means NO *ASTERIKS*!
"Hm. . ." Boombanda rubs her chin, then points longingly at a pair of beautiful, translucent Fairy Wings.

"Those! I want to try those on!"

"Haha, do you think you can afford them?" Ian winks at her while turning around to grab the wings.

Boombanda sticks her tongue out at Ian, then proceeds to pet Rufus. "If I'm going to dream, I better dream big, right?"

Ian rolls his eyes and tosses the Fairy Wings to Boombanda. "You know where the dressing rooms are," he waves a hand to his left, in the direction of the dressing rooms.

"I'll be right back!"

Boombanda tumbles over to the dressing room with the Fairy Wings in one hand and Rufus under the other.

"H--Hey! I need that cat! He brings in the animal lovers!"
Rufus yelps and runs out of the dressing room and curls up lovingly on Ian's hand.

"Are you almost done in there? I have other customers who may need to use that room, y'know!"

"Oh, boohoo, Ian. I'm a paying customer, too!" Boombanda shuffles around, trying to figure out how to put the Fairy Wings on.

Ian chuckles. "Yeah, rarely."

A few moments later, Boombanda walks out of the dressing room. She looks mildly dissapointed and set the Fairy Wings on the desk.

". . . What's wrong? Did I upset you? C'mon, you know I was joking!"

"It's not that. They don't fit. Do they come in any other size?"

Ian's eyebrows raise while his face moves closer to hers. "Why would we sell Fairy Wings in a larger size?. . . And hey, isn't your lunch break over by now?"

"YIKES! IT IS!" Boombanda jumps up and heads towards the door. "I'll see you later, Ian. This job doesn't pay too well and I need to work all the hours I can!"
Boombanda runs out of Ian's shop and heads north to the Art Arena. Huffing and puffing into the building, she's late by about fifteen minutes.

"Just walk into the the art approval room as quietly as possible. No one will notice," Boombanda says to herself.

Although the pay wasn't as much as she wished it was, it was better than working as an art rater. She receives slightly more gold working with moderators, and it's a prestige role, so she rarely complains.

"BOOOMBANDAAA!" Her boss, a man in soldier attire who takes his job way too seriously, shouts towards her.

"You're late. AGAIN."

"I know, I know, but I have an exc-- I mean a good reason!" Boombanda is flustered and makes up a story on the spot. "You see, my younger sister is in the hospital and I. . ."

Her boss cuts her off. "I've heard it before and I don't want to hear it again. I'm letting you go."

Boombanda sighs with relief. "Oh, thanks for letting me off the hook, I really appre. . ."

Again, she's cut off.

"No, I mean I'm letting you go permanently. You don't work here anymore. Now get out of here."

Dapper Seeker

OOC: Interesting idea.... Extremely interesting idea... So if your character wants to have money he/she needs to have a job, right? And do you have any set ideas for jobs or should we make one up and let you know?

Sorry for all the questions... and sorry if I asked them in a wrong place. I'm seriously thinking about joining this RP, but seeing that I'm a literate RPer, I want to do this right. xD
Gwaelin
OOC: Interesting idea.... Extremely interesting idea... So if your character wants to have money he/she needs to have a job, right? And do you have any set ideas for jobs or should we make one up and let you know?

Sorry for all the questions... and sorry if I asked them in a wrong place. I'm seriously thinking about joining this RP, but seeing that I'm a literate RPer, I want to do this right. xD

Yeah, they need a job. I'd like it if the jobs were integrated with something in Gaia somehow [ie. how mods actually approve art, be a shop owner's assistant, mow the grass for Gambino, etc.]. You can make up your own jobs if you wish; I love seeing people being creative. n___n
Boombanda stands there in shock. She is at the verge of tears. Before her former-boss can see her starting to cry, she heads out the door and over to the wishing well.

"I was barely paid anyway, it was almost like slavery." Boombanda wipes the tears from her eyes and stops crying.

"Aww, c'mon, I can't get emotional over <i>this</i>!" She sits down by the wishing well and looks at her watch.

"Well, I have a few hours to blow before I have to head over to Isle De Gambino, so what should I do?"

She leans back and thinks.

"Well, I can't head back to Ian's, because I couldn't bare to tell him I've been fired because I was hanging out with him. Hm. . ."
(urmm would this take place during before or after the whole G-corp incident <.< >.> because I almost get killed ic there while trying to investigate 247's desk and find the truth after reading the journal entries by 722)
Dart Shinjiku
(urmm would this take place during before or after the whole G-corp incident <.< >.> because I almost get killed ic there while trying to investigate 247's desk and find the truth after reading the journal entries by 722)
It takes place NOW, meaning after the incident. n_n
boombanda
Gwaelin
OOC: Interesting idea.... Extremely interesting idea... So if your character wants to have money he/she needs to have a job, right? And do you have any set ideas for jobs or should we make one up and let you know?

Sorry for all the questions... and sorry if I asked them in a wrong place. I'm seriously thinking about joining this RP, but seeing that I'm a literate RPer, I want to do this right. xD

Yeah, they need a job. I'd like it if the jobs were integrated with something in Gaia somehow [ie. how mods actually approve art, be a shop owner's assistant, mow the grass for Gambino, etc.]. You can make up your own jobs if you wish; I love seeing people being creative. n___n

(urk urmmm- well that grass thing will be the easiest hundred gold you ever made considering a- before I torched it to destroy the zombies after me there wasn't much left anyways <.< >.>- you could do clean-up crew- and I'd liek to join ^-^ I still have my 8/18 vials hehe jsut incase one of those buggers escaped and came here to rp as themself in this thing idea <.< >.> wink
She sits up straight and snaps her fingers. "I've got it! I'll check out that abandoned music shop over by Barton Jewelers. That place always seemed to look really interesting. . ."

As she stands up, a n00b runs by, totally naked, and pushes her into the wishing well.

"Pfft. . . Ugggh! When will we ever get a law against these damned n00bs around here? HEY, YOU, GET SOME CLOTHES ON, YOU PERV!"

She shakes her fist at him then stands up.

"I guess I'm off to Ian's to borrow an outfit first. Siigh."

Dart Shinjiku: Okay, then RP away! Also, zombies aren't going to be moronic in this RP. If you look at my avatar closely, you'll see I'm still a zombie. n_n;
(okay but no biteing- that goes for you stubid zombie rabit subject thing grunny thingy- hey wait- what did I just say- DON'T EVEN NIBLE!- ARGH *BLAM!- reamins of the rabbit twitch slightly as he holds a pistol he pilfered from the mansion armoury* sorry couldn't ressist-I was 5 shots away from getting the lab coat before so you know heh- ANYWAYS!-)
Dart grumbles sitting on the stairs outside the ruined mansion a small burned flower clutched in his left hand his other hand over his face "damn you Gambino- this is your fault all of it is your fault!"
((I like this idea! Long have I waited for one of these types of roleplays to come out....THANK YOU!!!))

Sorla pushed her fifth and final load of boxes in through the back door of the Durem Depot. Moira was waiting for her inside, a bundle of money held in her hands.

"Thanks again Sorla."

She said while making her way towards Sorla, who was placing the boxes on approprate shelves.Once the last box was shelved, Sorla turned to face Moira, who was about 4 feet away from her now. Moira's hand holding the money was outstretched towards Sorla. She gladly took the money with a satisfied smile.

"Just doing my job."

She said, checking the amount of the money and then stashing it within her left boot.

"If you don't mind, I've got places to go....so I'll see you next delivery day, alright?"

Sorla asked Moira, though it was pointless because she had already turned aroudn to take care of other customers in the store. Sorla shrugged and walked out the back door, but started into a run once otuside. She needed to get to Barton Town...and fast.
Dart Shinjiku
(okay but no biteing- that goes for you stubid zombie rabit subject thing grunny thingy- hey wait- what did I just say- DON'T EVEN NIBLE!- ARGH *BLAM!- reamins of the rabbit twitch slightly as he holds a pistol he pilfered from the mansion armoury* sorry couldn't ressist-I was 5 shots away from getting the lab coat before so you know heh- ANYWAYS!-)
Dart grumbles sitting on the stairs outside the ruined mansion a small burned flower clutched in his left hand his other hand over his face "damn you Gambino- this is your fault all of it is your fault!"

Ugh, I'm going to sound really mean. DX
This is a literate RP. You MUSTMUSTMUST use proper grammar and punctuation.


Boombanda headed over to Ian's shop, soaking wet. She had her head hung in shame; she waited for Ian's laughter.

"Wh--What happened to <i>you</i>?! Are you okay? Was there a sudden outburst of rain?" Ian chuckled a bit.

"Haha, Ian. I need to borrow some clothes. ANYTHING. Please?" Boombanda looked up, batting her eyelashes at Ian.

"NO WAY! The last time I let you borrow a Golden Dress, you returned it in the condition of a peasant dress." Ian crossed his arms and looked away, as if his decision was final.

She knelt on the floor and looked up at Ian with loving eyes. "Please, Ian! That dress incident was a one time thing! I'll take ANYTHING! PLEASE!!"

He looked over at her and smirked. "Fine, here's some skeleton clothes. THAT'S ALL. You can keep 'em, too."

"Oh, Ian! Thanks!" She jumped up, hugged him, and ran to the dressing room.

Ian sighed. "The things I do for that kid. . ."
((Here I come.))

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE NO JOB?!" The Norse Caveman bellowed at the lady in front of him.

"Sorry, that place just closed down." The clerk behind the desk apologized as much as she could.

"ARGH!!" He took a deep breath and let out a protracted sigh. "I'm sorry, it's just that every time I find a place in the RP Area, everyone else just seems to disappear. It's starting to get a little frustrating." As he said this, a small bubble appeared over his head, within it a sweatdrop .

"It's okay. It seems to happen all the time." The lady smiled, hoping to relieve some of the tension evident in the man's behavior. "Mr. Libram, if you like, I can find another hiring party."

"No thanks. I'll just go back to Lurking for a while. Until we meet again, my lady." Libram bowed, almost losing his helmet in the process. He stepped outside, looking around. "Alright, time to go back to the lowest of jobs." He immediately started walking, pulling out a small clipboard. As he walked around, he began to take notes on his surroundings. This was the duty of the Lurker. Just live your life normally, taking note of just about everything around you. Once you were finished, the authorities in Gaia would pay you according to the amount you had seen. It didn't pay much, but it was enough to just get by. "Man, I need a better job. Maybe I can become a Vender." He kept walking, writing everything he saw down.

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