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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 3:59 pm
Out of Exile
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:00 pm
When I first came to this island
that I called by my own name
I was happy in this fortress,
in my exile I remained
But the hours grew so empty
and the ocean sent her waves
In the figure of a woman
and she pulled me out to sea
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
When you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
On the altar of a sunrise
was a wedding in the waves
And inside her shone a young light
from her labor I was saved
Though I've traveled long in darkness
in her harvest I'm embraced
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
When you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
Now the spires and the gables
grew in orchards to the sky
And the blessings on my table
multiply and divide
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
Yeah when you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away
Yeah when you come down to take me home
when you come round you'll make me whole
Yeah when you come down to take me home
Send my soul away
send my soul away
Send my soul away
send my soul away
Out of Exile by Audioslave
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:01 pm
Intro
Right. First ever sappy RP. Let's see if it'll last. Now this RP is set in a small town in the middle of the US, and a pretty remote one at that. The town has everything any town has, schools, a mall, restraunts, yada yada yada.
Now, onto the characters, specifically the guys. The badass should be, well, a badass, and pretty much simple to figure out. The jock should be one of the rare cool jocks that isn't a complete a** but isn't straight-laced either. The nerd should be barely to be considered a nerd other than his intelligence and a few nerdy habits. That means no social awkwardness, no 'cute' things like that.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:02 pm
Story
Three guys, each different in their own ways, who are like brothers, are traveling on the road since they have none of their own. They each have their own reasoning for leaving their loved ones behind, and each know of their brothers' pasts. In their own way, each is pretty much the epitome of cool, one being the ultimate badass, another being the ultimate jock, the last being the coolest nerd ever to live. They were content for a while, but now they are starting to grow weary of the road, and are looking for something new. They keep traveling until they get to a small town, where they spot the high school they decide to sweep down on, having their fun until they feel the need to move on. But things never go according to plan.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:05 pm
Rules Name your PM "Slave to the Audio"
1. I don't know how you would do it in this RP, but no Godmodding.
2. No Mary-Sues. Or Sally Sobstories either, for that matter. The point of an RP is to have fun, not to become depressed.
3. No magic, no powers, no otherworldly creatures. Just normal humans and their normal abilities. The jock can be a bit more exaggerated in strength, but only because he's the jock.
4. Romance, obviously, is alright. Just keep yourself in your pants, pervert. If you've got to do some business, do a time-skip or something.
5. Use font size 10 or 11. It looks nice without causing eye strain. And don't use ridiculous colors, either.
6. On the note of posting, 1 paragraph minimum. At least two for your starting post. 1 paragraph means 4+ sentences. And no, 1-3 words does not make a sentence.
7. Highlight the post. This way I'll be able to tell you read my rules.
8. Character Profiles: I want three guys [the brothers] and three girls. For the girls, if you're going to go for a specific guy, try to make things interesting. Make a character that would clash with him a bit, but not enough to want to kill him. And the girls know nothing of any of the guys.
9. Pictures: Give it to me as a link. I don't like the page stretching.
10. If you do not follow my rules, you will be subject to rejection and being ignored. If I'm online and I don't reply to your PM within a day, that means no and you should either actually read my rules or just give up.
11. Be and stay active. I want this to go past a fifth page.
12. As for the rest of the rules, you should know them. Remember the Golden Rule: don't be an a** unless you want to be treated as one.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:06 pm
Profile Skeletons For The Guys:[size=10][color=YOURCOLOR1]They dubbed me:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Full Name][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]But just call me:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Nickname][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]I've seen[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][age: 18 or 19][/color] [color=YOURCOLOR1]summers[/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]The face in the mirror:[/color] [Appearance]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]My head's this high in the clouds:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Height][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]My weight in gold is still:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Weight][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]My roots used to be in:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Where you're from][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]Why I was exiled:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Bio. At least two paragraphs][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]What makes me me:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Personality. A paragraph][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]My treasure:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Anything else][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]My only controller:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Username][/color][/size] For The Girls:[size=10][color=YOURCOLOR1]What's on the nametag:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Full Name][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]But they call me:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Nickname][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]There's[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][age: 16-18][/color] [color=YOURCOLOR1]candles on the cake[/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]The money-maker:[/color] [Appearance]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]Make sure the doorways at least this tall:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Height][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]Before you ask:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Weight][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]Everyone knows:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Bio. At least two paragraphs][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]How I think:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Personality. A paragraph][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]Inside the lockbox:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Anything else][/color]
[color=YOURCOLOR1]My puppeteer:[/color] [color=YOURCOLOR2][Username][/color][/size] Title|Lyrics|Intro|Story|Rules|Profile Skeletons|Profiles
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:07 pm
Profiles The Guys:1. They dubbed me: [Lysander Vladamir McDowell]
But just call me: [Lye, Vlad]
I've seen [19] summers
The face in the mirror: [Lye]
My head's this high in the clouds: [6'3]
My weight in gold is still: [198 lbs]
My roots used to be in: [Seattle]
Why I was exiled: [I was born and raised on the road, but settled in Seattle when I was 12. My mom tried to raise me as a good Christian boy, but it seemed fate had other plans. I quickly became cold and empty once my dad returned and resumed his terror on my family, from drunken beatings for me, to drunken rape for my mother.
When I was 14, when my dad was in a drunken rage, he was resuming his nightly habits when I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a nearby pair of scissors and dug them to the hilt into my dad's head. I was let go for self-defense, but I just couldn't take anything anymore. I ran away soon afterward, and has been on the road since. I was the one who brought us three together.]
What makes me me: [I'm separated from everyone but my brothers, who are the only people I trust my life with. I get angry easy, and I'm the best fighter between the three of us, but by just barely. I mess around with my brothers, but they know it's all in fun. When it comes to others, I'm an a** unless I want or need something.]
My treasures: [I've been avoiding the police since I first ran away. There's a few warrants for my arrest.]
My only controller: [Lucifer Moloch]2. They dubbed me: [Nathaniel Donovan Parker]
But just call me: [Nathan, Donny Boy]
I've seen [18] summers
The face in the mirror: [Nathan]
My head's this high in the clouds: [5'11]
My weight in gold is still: [168]
My roots used to be in: [Los Angelos]
Why I was exiled: [So, quick lesson that I'm sure you've heard before. The male mates with the female, and after a eight or nine month gestation period, a newborn is born. Now, that's nowhere interesting enough. Not for you, anyways. Newlyweds can't have babies for their 'first time', so hey, there's an orphanage. At least, that's what I think. It's a little sappy, but it's something to keep me from thinking too much into it at times.
I ran off from the foster system and 'The Man' years back. You start to see some things in people, after dealing with them prodding and poking at your 'interests' and 'hobbies'. Honestly, they could be replaced by some cardboard cut-outs, and carry the 'interview' a lot better. What interest would a fourteen-year-old have in an orphanage? Getting out. Congratulations, you got it in one.]
What makes me me: [I think some people call it 'ADD'? I'm not some people, and I call it a bluff. My mind wanders, so what. It makes long drives bearable, and makes books last that much longer. I don't talk much, and when I do it's more or less a grumble or a grunt. Not that social, if you could grasp the obvious.]
My treasure: [Okay, so maybe I've gotten the habit of having some 'sticky' fingers. Long drives need long books, and even longer ones need a few bites to eat, savvy?]
My only controller: [ShaydenPanda]3. The Girls:1. What's on the nametag: [Elizabeth Holly Cathers]
But they call me: [Liz, Lizzy, Ellie, Holly]
There's [17] candles on the cake
The money-maker: Elizabeth Cathers
Make sure the doorways at least this tall: [5' 7'']
Before you ask: [106 lbs.]
Everyone knows: [Elizabeth was lucky, she was born into a rich family who loved her very much. They didn't treat her badly and she was always given what she wanted, even if she said she didn't want it. She isn't the bitchy type just because she's rich. She has been raised since she was born to be proper and sweet, sometimes it's hard but Elizabeth forces herself to be. She also REALLY likes to wear dresses....Elizabeth cares about people but mostly kids. They have a special place in her heart. When she was younger, her cousin Amanda always came to her house to play with her toys. It was fun and they got close...almost like sisters. One day Elizabeth's uncle decided to move and of course, he took Abby with him. She hadn't gotten close to anyone since then.
Now Elizabeth is a senior in High School and things are going well in her opinion. She's the most popular and most sought after girl as well. Even though she has gotten many love letters and requests, she has turned every single one of them down. She's been looking for her special someone and will NOT take second-best. Elizabeth is smart and talented, she's been playing the violin since she had been the age of four. A true prodigy.]
How I think: [Elizabeth is kind and caring despite where she grew up. Being rich has some bad with the good. Because she is rich, Elizabeth is treated better than the rest of her class which annoys the living hell out of her. She likes being normal and that's why she insisted on going to a public school rather than another private school with the rich, snobby bitches. Kids are her passion and she loves to take care of them. Her violin is her most treasured possession.]
Inside the lockbox: [Looks matter nothing to Elizabeth. Isn't she great? ]
My puppeteer: [Asuka_Layne]2. What's on the nametag: [Brooklyn Marie Harrison]
But they call me: [Brooke, or Harrison.]
There's [18] candles on the cake
The money-maker: [Brooke]
Make sure the doorways at least this tall: [5'9]
Before you ask: [115 lbs]
Everyone knows: Brooklyn grew up with a normal life normal family. She never moved and has been in the same school district and neighborhood all her life, and loves it there. The small town she lives in is perfect to her, and she wants to live there for the rest of her life. Her family isn't the rich type, they kind of struggle with money, so Brooklyn can't have everything she wants. To her though, that's a good thing. She likes to work hard and earn things on her own. She believes that it builds character and prepares you for the world.
Brooklyn is in her senior year at high school and can't wait to get out. She loves to draw, but wouldn't think of taking it up as a career, because she thinks she no good, but she really is. She also likes to do many other things, especially sports. She loves to run and be outside, so soccer and track are her favorites. She won't join the teams though, she would rather not be on the teams for some reason.
Brooklyn hasn't been really popular with men since her last boyfriend, who dumped her for one of the more 'popular' girls. How shallow is that? She doesn't believe that anyone is more 'popular' than anyone. Its just that the 'populars' are rich, and get whatever they want. Some of them are actually decent people though, but most aren't in her mind. Its not just that her boyfriend dumped her for one that she feels this way, its because the way they act to other people. They think they're better than others and make fun of them. She doesn't think that's nice, so she doesn't like people who do that. But still, she tries to be friends with them and be nice to them.
How I think: Brooke is a very happy and outgoing girl. She likes to make friends, a rarely doesn't like someone, unless they're a real jerk, but still tries to be their friend. She loves nature and loves to be outside. Its kind of hard to get on her bad side, but when you do, you won't want to be there. Its a scary place to be on.
Inside the lockbox: Brooke loves to sing, and is awesome. Her mom said she should take it up as a career, but she thinks she's no good. She only sings when she thinks she's alone, in the comfort of her bedroom, or in the shower.
My puppeteer: [XxBerry ChanxX]3. What's on the nametag: Leanne Rhealdu Miles
But they call me: Annie/Anne/Ray-Ray
There's [17] candles on the cake
The money-maker: [Leanne]
Make sure the doorways at least this tall: [5'6]
Before you ask: [102 lbs.]
Everyone knows: [Leanne lives with her older sister and parents in as the second born. She’s much more outgoing and energetic than her sister, and loves to meet new people. Her family isn't rich nor poor, they're doing fine, but Leanne likes the feeling you get when you achieve some sort of goal, so she uses her own money to get what she wants. It's not that hard because she has a great allowance, and her relatives send her money often.
Leanne is very intelligent, but doesn’t live up to her true potential. People constantly tell her what to do, leaving her always in a bad mood after their finished pushing her around. Her cure is music. She doesn’t always have her iPod in her ear because she doesn’t want to lose her hearing, but she does spend most of her time playing the flute. Her parents however, don’t know that she plays the flute because she bought the instrument with her own money, and took classes at school. Around noon on weekends, she likes to go to the tree she grew up with at the top of a hill and play the flute, or just relax. To Leanne, she's just another normal girl living a normal life.]
How I think: [Leanne's a friendly, open person. She may be a great friend to talk to, but it can take a while to get her attention because she's usually daydreaming or just in deep thought. She highly dislikes annoying people who laugh too much. ]
Inside the lockbox: [Leanne secretly takes trips outside of the campus, but only when faculty isn't lurking the halls. Her permanent record is perfect, and she doesn't want to tarnish it.]
My puppeteer: [Mewzikk]Title|Lyrics|Intro|Story|Rules|Profile Skeletons|Profiles
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:53 am
Lye pulled his dark purple '59 Chevy Impala to the side of the road and got out of the car. He looked ahead and saw the small town, and grinned wolfishly. They kept doing the same thing, town to town, picking up girls, causing a little ruckus, and before the police got called or they catch up, the three leave town.
"Alright, boys. Let's have us some fun."
Lye got back in his car and drove around the town, checking out the various roads and possible escape routes, and the landmarks. He finally stopped out in front of the high school, and got out of the car. He sat on the hood and heard the last bell ring. Quite fortuitous timing. Lye watched all the people milling out of the school, like a wolf watching a flock of sheep. In the back of his mind, something seemed to nag him, like something was wrong, but Lye ignored it and just began to formulate a plan.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 12:40 pm
Brooklyn put her books in her bag, then shut her locker and headed outside. She walked with a couple friends, chatting away about how the teachers gave too much homework. Once they were outside, they said their goodbyes. Her friends went to the buses and she walked over to the bike rack to get her blue mountain bike. She didn't live that far away from the school, so she preferred to either walk or ride her bike to and from school.
She bent down and started to undo her bike lock, as her mind drifted to what she had to do for homework. Okay, first math, since that's the easiest, then science...and then history. I should be able to get that done in about a half an hour..I hope. She thought. She wanted to get her homework done as fast as she could so she could have time to run or doodle the scenery outside or something.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:11 pm
Lye looked through the crowd, immediately identifying which girl was easy and which would actually be a challenge.
There's a surprisingly low amount of sluts at this school...
Lye scanned the growing crowd, and saw one girl undoing her bike chain. He could tell by looking at her that she was a happy go-lucky girl, which he usually didn't go for, he usually went for the bad girls. Lye kept scanning the students as he lit a cigarette, letting it hang from his mouth. Tattoos could be seen coming up from underneath his band shirt and leather coat, as they could be seen coming out from his sleeves. He smirked as he saw some of the more straight-laced students watch him in horror.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 1:32 pm
Brooklyn finally got the lock undone and slipped it in her bag. Just before she was about to get on her bike and ride away, one of the girls from her class came up to her. The expression on her face looked shocked and scared, like she had just saw something horrible. What's wrong with her? She thought.
"Hey, do you know who that guy over there is?" The girl asked, pointing over to a guy who was sitting on the hood of his car and smoking.
Brooklyn looked at the guy, and blinked. She had never seen him before in her life. She studied him for a minute, looking at his tattoos, his features. He looked kind of intimidating, which would explain the look the girl had on her face. "No, haven't seen him before." She told her. "He might be a new kid, checking out the school."
The girl nodded. "Yeah...your probably right..." She said, glancing at the guy. "God, I hope he's not dangerous or violent or anything. He looks like it...what if he is a new kid and is like, a gang member?!?!"
Brooklyn smiled at the girl. It was like she had read her mind. She was just thinking that he kind of looked like a gang member. "Don't worry," She said, "He's probably just got a tough guy look but is really a nice guy." She said, looking at him again. She then got on her bike. "I've got to go, see you tomorrow!" She told the girl before pedaling away. I wonder who he is....he's actually kind of cute.. She couldn't help but thinking as she rode away.
[[Behold the monster post!]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:23 pm
Elizabeth had gotten her bag from her locker and decided to walk outside for a little bit before her mother sent a chaufeur to pick her up. Of course she was allowed to drive because she was legal but her mother never liked her behind the wheel. She was WAY too protective of her. Today she was wearing a short denim skirt with a low-cut tank top. It was nice outside in her opinion and she wanted to get home and not be late for her violin lessons. She hated it when she was late. Elizabeth tossed back her wavy brown mass of hair and inhaled deeply. Her breath was cut off by the exhaust of someone's car. Elizabeth coughed once and scanned the area to see who it was. It was a Chevy Impala, she only knew this because her father was big on cars. Elizabeth tried to see who was driving and the man looked very handsome indeed.
"Well, my mother would surely be disapproving of him....she disapproves of everyone." Elizabeth sighed deeply in remorse and set her bag down to dig out her cell phone. Her mother was late...rather...her chaufeur was late.
"Once again....my tutor is going to kill me...." Elizabeth moaned and sat down on a bench, her ankles crossed neatly. She decided to fish out a book from her bag and start reading, it wasn't really like her to have so much time on her hands but this time she did...it felt great.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:27 pm
Brooklyn arrived home and put her bike in the garage. She then walked into the house, announcing: "I'm home!" to her parents, then ran upstairs and began to do her homework. Like she had planned when she was unlocking her bike lock, she started with math, which was her easiest subject. She finished that in maybe five, ten minutes tops, then began to do her other work. She finished the other two subjects fairly quickly, but when she got to history, she was slow. She always slept in that class, so she didn't know what the heck was going on most of the time.
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