Blaire waved goodbye to her parents and unlocked the driver side to her 1967 White Chevy Impala, and placed the keys into the ignition. With a roar of the engine- what Blaire called her "Illusionist" came to life, as the song 'More Than a Feeling' blared out of the speakers. She sang along as she put the car in the reverse, and turned around to back out of the driveway. In a few minutes Blaire parked in front of The Faithful Bride and honked the horn.
“Hurry up, Scotty!” The door of the ramshackled bar burst open, and her best friend Scott came hobbling out, with one shoe still attempting to be attached, as he ran to the car he knocked on the back window. Blaire leaned over the seats and opened it.
“Hey, wait up for Trevor.”
“He’s still at your house?”
“Yeah. It’s really bad this time, Blaire.”
“My sympathies for him.” Blaire honked the horn again and leaned over Scott and stuck her head out of the passenger side window. “Dude! Let’s go! We’re going to be late again, and if I have to drag your slow a** out of bed one more time...” Blaire let the sentence hang, and screamed when from the other side of the car someone grabbed her side. Laughing, Trevor opened the door and got into the back seat behind Blaire.
“You’re a Toad, you know that.”
Trevor grinned, “I love it when you speak Disney.”
“Tard.” Blaire replied with a smirk, “It’s Warner Brothers.” She replied looking at him in the mirror. (Ten gold if anyone can figure out where I got the name Trevor from d(^.^)b ) Trevor was slightly pudgy, but three inches taller than her, not that it was saying much as Blaire was only 5’2.” Trevor’s jet black hair was swept to the side (some would call it emo style), over his brown eyes but not enough to be label. Blaire punched the gas as she pulled out onto the road, and slowed down as she saw the school.
Suddenly a white light flashed over her eyes, Blaire blinked but it came back full force and she heard the sound of cannons, she could smell sea salt, gunpowder and she saw a huge black ship with tattered sails, and infront of it was a shining tower raising up from the ocean. It seemed as though she was standing at the helm of her own ship.
Something...someone called her name. Blaire! Hard to port!
“Blaire! Blaire! Blaire!” the increasing shout of Scott, seemed to break through the spell she was under enough to register the Honda civic at the intersection coming right across the Impala’s line of direction. In an instant, Blaire tipped right, then pulled the emergency break and pulled to the left as hard as she could.
“Hard to port!” she yelled over screeching breaks. Everyone in the school’s front courtyard stood rooted to the spot in terror and excitement as the impala fishtailed 180, the back just inches away from the Civic.
“ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” muttered Trevor from the back seat, a firm grasp was laid on her shoulder, Blaire looked up at Scott, his brown hair even more shaggy than usual, his green eyes were searching hers.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Blaire nodded. “No, I’m not hurt.”
“Then were you on crack?!” asked Trevor pulling himself up to their level of front-ness. Blaire ignored him and got out of the car and apologized, she didn’t know how many times to the lady that was driving, happily she wouldn’t pressed charges, but encouraged Blaire to give her licence back to the Cracker-Jack company.
“well that was an adventure,” said Scott grabbing his backpack and closing the door, Blaire slung the brown leather jacket over her shoulder as well as her book bag. “Lock the door, Scott.” Scott blinked then went back to the car.
“Right.”
“You almost killed me!”Hissed Trevor for what felt like the fifth time in the last minute.
“I said I was sorry.” replied Blaire tiredly.
“Yeah well-” but Trevor never got to finish because Blaire whipped around and narrowed her eyes.
“You what Trevor?”
“I-I...I think you’re a wonderful driver..” he finished meekly, Blaire gave a tight smile.
Spanish was the first class of the day, and Mr. Peters said he had a very special announcement to make. It was probably that cruise around the Caribbean that only high marked students were allowed to go on. Hardly new news, the rumour had been circulating since the beginning of the year. It would tour the infamous city of Port Royal, as well as Free Port Bahamas, the little island off the shore of Haiti (formally known as Hispaniola) called Turtle Isle (Tortuga). Blaire never really wanted to go but something in the back of her mind nagged at her, almost pleaded to go. Blaire looked down at her watch and cursed, class would start in a couple of minutes. Ever since she found that ring on the shore last week she had been having the freak visions. But something couldn’t allow her to get rid of it...
(Sorry about this, I just wanted to try something. So it is set in a modern time, but what I was thinking is that one this cruise, the gang (people who would like to be in the roleplay) would get stuck on modern day Rum Runner’s Isle. There’s a wrecked fishing vessel on the other side of the island which contains-swords and other nifty things. There’s also a Chest to which contains a treasure map along with an item that will help jog everyone’s memory to their past life. Considering none of them have money to get home their only hope is to find the treasure – but there are other people searching for the same thing.
so to whomever like playing the bad guys-you can and if not we can improvise.
Please Tell me what you think-and I won’t be insulted if you say no or don’t like it, or don't think it's right for the guild. 4laugh )
“Hurry up, Scotty!” The door of the ramshackled bar burst open, and her best friend Scott came hobbling out, with one shoe still attempting to be attached, as he ran to the car he knocked on the back window. Blaire leaned over the seats and opened it.
“Hey, wait up for Trevor.”
“He’s still at your house?”
“Yeah. It’s really bad this time, Blaire.”
“My sympathies for him.” Blaire honked the horn again and leaned over Scott and stuck her head out of the passenger side window. “Dude! Let’s go! We’re going to be late again, and if I have to drag your slow a** out of bed one more time...” Blaire let the sentence hang, and screamed when from the other side of the car someone grabbed her side. Laughing, Trevor opened the door and got into the back seat behind Blaire.
“You’re a Toad, you know that.”
Trevor grinned, “I love it when you speak Disney.”
“Tard.” Blaire replied with a smirk, “It’s Warner Brothers.” She replied looking at him in the mirror. (Ten gold if anyone can figure out where I got the name Trevor from d(^.^)b ) Trevor was slightly pudgy, but three inches taller than her, not that it was saying much as Blaire was only 5’2.” Trevor’s jet black hair was swept to the side (some would call it emo style), over his brown eyes but not enough to be label. Blaire punched the gas as she pulled out onto the road, and slowed down as she saw the school.
Suddenly a white light flashed over her eyes, Blaire blinked but it came back full force and she heard the sound of cannons, she could smell sea salt, gunpowder and she saw a huge black ship with tattered sails, and infront of it was a shining tower raising up from the ocean. It seemed as though she was standing at the helm of her own ship.
Something...someone called her name. Blaire! Hard to port!
“Blaire! Blaire! Blaire!” the increasing shout of Scott, seemed to break through the spell she was under enough to register the Honda civic at the intersection coming right across the Impala’s line of direction. In an instant, Blaire tipped right, then pulled the emergency break and pulled to the left as hard as she could.
“Hard to port!” she yelled over screeching breaks. Everyone in the school’s front courtyard stood rooted to the spot in terror and excitement as the impala fishtailed 180, the back just inches away from the Civic.
“ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” muttered Trevor from the back seat, a firm grasp was laid on her shoulder, Blaire looked up at Scott, his brown hair even more shaggy than usual, his green eyes were searching hers.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Blaire nodded. “No, I’m not hurt.”
“Then were you on crack?!” asked Trevor pulling himself up to their level of front-ness. Blaire ignored him and got out of the car and apologized, she didn’t know how many times to the lady that was driving, happily she wouldn’t pressed charges, but encouraged Blaire to give her licence back to the Cracker-Jack company.
“well that was an adventure,” said Scott grabbing his backpack and closing the door, Blaire slung the brown leather jacket over her shoulder as well as her book bag. “Lock the door, Scott.” Scott blinked then went back to the car.
“Right.”
“You almost killed me!”Hissed Trevor for what felt like the fifth time in the last minute.
“I said I was sorry.” replied Blaire tiredly.
“Yeah well-” but Trevor never got to finish because Blaire whipped around and narrowed her eyes.
“You what Trevor?”
“I-I...I think you’re a wonderful driver..” he finished meekly, Blaire gave a tight smile.
Spanish was the first class of the day, and Mr. Peters said he had a very special announcement to make. It was probably that cruise around the Caribbean that only high marked students were allowed to go on. Hardly new news, the rumour had been circulating since the beginning of the year. It would tour the infamous city of Port Royal, as well as Free Port Bahamas, the little island off the shore of Haiti (formally known as Hispaniola) called Turtle Isle (Tortuga). Blaire never really wanted to go but something in the back of her mind nagged at her, almost pleaded to go. Blaire looked down at her watch and cursed, class would start in a couple of minutes. Ever since she found that ring on the shore last week she had been having the freak visions. But something couldn’t allow her to get rid of it...
(Sorry about this, I just wanted to try something. So it is set in a modern time, but what I was thinking is that one this cruise, the gang (people who would like to be in the roleplay) would get stuck on modern day Rum Runner’s Isle. There’s a wrecked fishing vessel on the other side of the island which contains-swords and other nifty things. There’s also a Chest to which contains a treasure map along with an item that will help jog everyone’s memory to their past life. Considering none of them have money to get home their only hope is to find the treasure – but there are other people searching for the same thing.
so to whomever like playing the bad guys-you can and if not we can improvise.
Please Tell me what you think-and I won’t be insulted if you say no or don’t like it, or don't think it's right for the guild. 4laugh )
