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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:47 pm
Disclaimer: This RP is the sole property of Winbrethian Witchling and may not be recreated with out her permission! As The World Falls Down... 
I've been running around in circles
Without any direction
I've been lost here for so long
I've forgotten who I am
waiting to leave - the cruxshadows
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:50 pm
>> As The World Falls Down...Just an average tale of an average day in an average town, where six far-from-average people find themselves trying to cope.
They're all broken, all harboring terrible wounds that may never heal. Separately, they don't stand a chance.
But together, perhaps they can save each other.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:53 pm
>> Contentsoo. Title
o1. Intro
o2. Contents
o3. Rules
o4. Characters
o5. Coding
o6. Threads
o7. Setting
o8. Lists
o9. Reserved
1o. Reserved
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 8:57 pm
>> RulesJoining
So, you wish to join, do you? Well, good. First, select the character you want to play. Completely fill out the character forms, PM it to me, and if you have any questions, ASK. Do not guess. If you guess wrong you will get it back and you will not be allowed to join until you fix it.
Reserving
You can reserve characters, yes, but this doesn't mean you get exclusive claim to said character. This simply means that, no matter who else applies, I will wait. A reservation guarantees you a shot, not a slot. To reserve, just ask nicely.
Rejection
If you are turned down for a role, please accept the rejection gracefully. It's nothing personal, I promise; I'm not that shallow. Acceptance will be based solely on your roleplaying skills. You can be a complete brat to me, and still have a shot (don't abuse that, though). Also note that I can expel you from the roleplay at any point if you get out of hand, or if your post rate and/or quality drop significantly.
Posting
I know people like pretty posts, and I have no objections to them, as long as the image is 350x350 pixels or less. No bright or light colors; be sure we can read the color you pick. Remember that we're all subject to the Gaian Terms of Service, and your content must adhere to them.
Profiles
You may notice a few fields are missing- personality, history, personal quirks and the like. This was done deliberately, to allow more room for character growth in the roleplay. If you want to add something to your character during play (traits, skills, quirks) but aren't sure if it's allowed, just ask. Furthermore, keep the ages reasonable. NO one under the age 19 and yes most of these characters will be in their 20's. This is not a childish RP. It is serious and meant to be mature.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:01 pm
>> The System Broke Me. (Princess Mandy)
His psychotic ex-girlfriend got him falsely convicted for assaulting her. He's just been released after three years in jail, and with a pretty face like his, it's not hard to guess what happened to him in there. >> I'm Sorry, Daddy! (Kashikoi_Ichi)
Her father was abusive. He beat her for everything she did wrong, and made her feel like she could never do anything right. She hasn't seen him in years, but she still wakes up in the middle of the night, too terrified to scream, convinced he's just waiting for her to make a noise so he can come in and beat her for it. >> The Guilt's Getting Worse. (N.A.T.A)
He's a murderer. The men he killed were trying to kill him, and the courts decided he's innocent, but he knows what he's done. Even as his body heals from the attack, his mind is tearing itself apart in an effort to atone. >> Society Has Failed. (The_Doctors_Wife)
Everyone fails her. Her parents died. The system forgot her. None of her foster families cared about her. She never finished school. Her boyfriends all abandoned her. She even fails herself, and she doesn't know who she can trust anymore. >> The Images Won't Stop. (acebirchy)
He's in the Witness Protection Program, hiding from the mob. He's trying to start again, with a new home, a new job, and a new identity. But the murder he witnessed keeps coming back to haunt him, and he'd give anything to forget it. >> I Can Still Feel You. (x x _ m o n e t _ x x)
She had the perfect life. Her parents loved her, her boyfriend just proposed to her, she was about to buy her own house. When her fiance was shipped out, she never doubted he'd come back safely. But then he died, and she's pregnant, and not even her loving parents can help her through the first real crisis of her life. >> PairingsGabriel King x Nikki Hayden
Lantis Tokugawa x Desirae Rain Johanson
Laurence Johanson Monroe x Serena Lacie Ambrosine
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:05 pm
>> Coding[align=center][size=24][color=YOURCOLOR][u][b]Character Title[/b][/u][/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:08 pm
>> SettingOur setting is a small city nestled on the coast somewhere in California. It's secluded, not many tourists. On this lovely spring day, the temperature is predicted to peak at a mild 86 degrees, and there's not a single cloud obscures the rising sun. A perfect day to go to the beach, or stroll through downtown and window shop.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 8:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 6:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 7:03 pm
In the midst of a nightmare, Rae tossed and turned in her bed. Even her waking self curled smaller to fit the confined space she dreamt she was in. Reliving a horrid night from years ago, it was the marking sign that today was the anniversary of her beloved parents death. Though the dreams had lessened for a while, being back at the house was almost unbearable, but she had no where else to go. Out of money and recently out of work she was worse off than the typical person. Nearby an alarm started to sound with a loud and obnoxious chirp that pulled her from her dreams with a jolt. Today was her first day of serious job hunting, again. Having rashly walked out of her past job when she was publicly humiliated by her recently ex boyfriend she had run and not stopped for several months when money ran out and she was forced to face the cold hard reality of life, she was alone. Sitting up in bed, Rae sighed as she looked around the old Gothic room as she climbed out from the black silk covers and into the shower she stood there until the hot water ran out and she decided to get going on the day. Wrapping a soft blue towel around herself she wrapped her long black hair up in a matching one grimacing at her reflection. Smooth ivory skin and a heart shape face looked back at her along with deep sorrowful black eyes making her wonder had she always been this way. As she looked away and walked into her room she shut the curtains and opened her closet. Though she didn't realize it Rae probably created her own nightmares when she refused to face them in life. Acting more if her parents were on a holiday rather than dead by murder. Flipping through the few clothes she had, she chose a pair of tight black jeans and laced some boots over them to just below the knee. The jeans were low rise and when matched with a Pepsi baby tee that looked two sizes to small it showed off the best of her form and she could even pass for a bar tender, her next stop. Having dropped out and gotten a GED she never went to college not believing she could pass and that didn't leave many options opened. And on the upside she liked to drink and bar tending was fun. Rae had done it illegally for a few months before she was caught. Of course that memory also made her think twice. Pulling the towel off her head she went at her hair with the hair dryer and a brush and it soon fell smooth against her back until she pulled her tee of in exchange for a black tank top. Screw Bar tending. She thought violently as she grabbed her purse and stormed out the doors like so many mornings before when desolation threaten to over take her and she just had to go somewhere. Kicking down the 'For Sale' sign as she passed she ran at full speed until she came up to the park circle where she slowed her pace as Rae fell into the shadows under the canopy of trees. Rae's hourglass figure cast shadows along the stone though some say she was blessed she didn't believe it. No one had noticed her in months despite the voluptuous curves she had inherited and the toned muscles she had earned. Some said she was brooding, but that wasn't it, Rae was just lost. She had fallen but there was no one left to catch her. Looking up to the blooming flowers she closed her eyes against the tears. Being back in this town was unbearable. It brought back memories that she couldn't cope with from her parents death, to being rejected by everyone in the town, she had been lied to, cheated on, betrayed by everyone imaginable, and to top it off she had run from the latest town after being publicly humiliated in front of everyone and couldn't show her face without hearing laughter.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 7:35 pm
The faces, he couldn't get them out of his head. It was like having his own personal hell, with the same nightmarish quality of having a noose tied tight around his neck. Lantis had waking dreams and he would see their faces, he would close his eyes and they'd be there behind his eye lids.
He'd cover his face, cover his ears but he can still hear their screams. Mouths open agape, inhuman sounds emitted from them. The dead was screaming at him. Their cries pierced his body like a sharp cold steel knife, causing it to shudder at the mere memory. At times he swore he could still feel the warm sticky liquid that smelled of metal and reeked of death, staining every part of his exposed body. Though the event happened years ago, Lantis still had the habit of raising his hands to his arms and rubbed at them, still expecting dried flakes of blood to fleck off, wishing that he could just shed his skin.
During the very worst episodes of flash backs, Lantis always began to curl into a tight ball, sitting upon the floor, with his head buried in his arms, rocking himself, unable to keep still. All he could do was repeat what the court had passed at his court martial.
"I did the right thing...I did. If I hadn't, I'd be dead. I didn't want to die. I did what I was trained to do."
The doctors said he was suffering from PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Many soldiers coming back from the front lines had it. But at this point Lantis began to wonder if that was really it. The pain in his heart weighed him down, and he felt that other people were judging him.
He was a murderer. That was it wasn't it?
Lantis let out a disgusted cry and rose from where he sat. He was going out of his mind, he had to keep moving, had to stay busy. But his job at as a warehouse clerk could only do so much, he couldn't stay there all day, or when ever he was looking for a place to hide from his demons.
The young man picked up his coat, the voices of the dead and the faces of the departed still haunting his every step, right till he headed out the door, he wasn't sure where he would go, but knew that he couldn't stay where he was now. He had to keep moving.
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