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First off, I'd like to point out that this rp string is totally experimental (which I hope no one minds me trying in this guild). This string is going to be different from most others you all have (more then likely) not experianced anything like this for some time. Just a warning.

Ideaology: This is going to (try and) be a horror based role play. Not meaning there is zombies every where, grab the biggest gun you can find and start blasting. Whoever interacts within the role play will be a 'normal' human being (The ideal idea would be to just role play as yourself. No super powers, no magic, no weapons). Basically, a group of vacationers and workers from a cruise ship get adrift in the middle of the Atlantic ocean and have 10 hours until they drift to land, if the conditions stay superb.

While Adrift the ship collects a rather unpleasant creature onboard (which would be some sort of 'monster'). The creature begins to hunt down the people on the ship, for food. The concept is to outwit the Creature and keep your character alive for the ten (more or less) hours until they reach shore and get disappear quickly into a town/city etc...

The role play is going to pan out something like a D&D game (Yea, I'm a nerd.) I'm going to control my character, and the creature onboard so anyone who decides to help me with this experiment is going to have to pay attention to my posts (like anyone wouldn't anyway, but still.) This is not a role play that is meant to last forever. Once people begin to join (thinking that they will join) we will take turns in a round, everyone will have a place. Each full circle of people when they post will count as 45 minutes (that is approximately 13-14 posts per person until they've reached land. Once the creature is onboard. I'll time Mark each of my posts to keep track.) And That's about it.

This role play is designed for 'weak' characters who have to determine on their wit and not their strength to survive. If you need a better explination, just think that the creature can't die. How would you (you personally) deal with a monsterous beast who you found to be immortal?

Setting: This is an experimental role play, so I'm not going to go on to make a map or anything for this particular one, but I will explain the more important details reguarding the anatomy of the ship.

The bowels of the ship are divided into really two parts. The last 3 levels contain the engine room in the center of the ship, along each side of the engine room of the 'cheap' rooms, occupied by the real workers who have worked hard for this 'vacation'.

L: The engine room is massive. It is three floors high, with a stair case on each corner of the room to get to the second floor. There is no reaching the third 'floor' for the machines needed that to spread their arms and legs only. The room itself is hot, and dark. Mainly the only light within the room itself are the furnaces which create steam and heating throughout the ship. And of course, there are the engines for the prepulsion system of the ship itself.

2: The 'cheap' rooms are simple. About 6 x 6 foot rooms with a cot in the corner. Every third room was double cots, on stacked on top of the other. The rooms are rather drab, with an off-white paint slathered on the walls, mostly cracked, some chipped. The floor is compiled of a grey linolium and the ceiling is large white asbestus tiles, which send a glittering cloud of fiber drifting around the room when the ship gyrates. These rooms are mostly empty, for anyone who has to sleep in these rooms, don't want to stay there any longer than that.

3: The floor above the second is a recreation level. There is an indoor gym with many different types of machinary for working cardiovascular, strength, respritory and then some just to relax (I.E. a spa, sauna etc...). There is an olympic sized swimming pool with a steady diving board at the north end, on this level. It is barely used, along with most of the work out equipment. The most popular item on this level is the sauna.

4: The floor above are the middle class rooms. There was 4 rows of 20 rooms on this floor. The rooms are more lush then downstairs, they are known as the middle class rooms but they are rather luxorious. There is a queen sized bed against the north wall, with a 20 inch television a wide table which rolls gently with the ship. The television is nailed down, the table is chained to a metal hook on the floor so no damage comes to the equipment, even in the worse of weather. To the left is a door, which holds the bathroom. There is a small bath, and a toilet. On the other side of the average sized bathroom is a walk in shower, the doors and side made of distorted glass. There are no kitchen in these rooms because there are free meals for all on the cruise, so everyone eats on top deck.

5-6: The next two floors are full of the Middle class rooms, in the same configuration as the 4th floor.

7: This is the lower deck. There is an enclosed walkway around the parameter of the ship. The sides are open so this is an ideal spot to sit on one of the many plastic/wooden lounge chairs and swinging benches that line the wall which divides the walkway from the ballroom. As I just mention there is a large circular structure in the middle of the 7th floor. This is the ball room. Once inside, even the most common trash can feel like royalty, by dawning their best set of threads and silks and dancing beside their lover(s) on the massive wooden floor. There is a buffet at the south of the room, and a stage at the north. Before the stage is the dance floor. It is about 50 x 50 feet of polished hardwood. After the dance floor and before the buffet is a larhe congregation of chairs and round tables. It would remind me of my prom quite frankly.

8: Top deck. This is completely open to the world. The top deck is the hub of most activety during the day, and a get away for loners and lover alike, at night. There is multiple meets of chairs around the soft metal that makes up the front part of the top deck. There is a waist high railing which surrounds the entire deck, to try and vainly stop children from falling so far to the sea below. The front of the ship is the most beautiful to be at. There is a higher railing here, for the love of people standing up and staring out across the never ending horizon of the ocean. Near the back of the ship is another pool (this one smaller then the other below deck) which is commonly used. There is a grill at the back, with a small DJ booth for people to ake requests. The service is rather good. There are shuttle boards and a volley ball net near the side of the ship, out of the way. The ship is readily stocked with volley balls since they like to fly over the side, and be lost forever. Lining the east and west side of the ship, on the outside of the railing, or many escape boats, which are only held in place by horse hair rope. Not very sturdy.

B: The Bridge is near the front, on the top deck. It's cut off from visitors and only higher sailors or the captain may go there. It's like any other Bridge ever.

Rules: 1) Only humans.

2)This is set in the modern world. Modern rules apply. (For example, if you walk around with a weapon visible on your person- you'll be ejected from the boat. Also, you can't hide a shotgun in a suit case, no swords either...unless you have a good explination)

3) No one is superman/spiderman/batman. No superheros. No super martial artists. No super swordsman. Modern world please.

4) Of course, no Magic. Nuff said.

5)For the sake of this experiment, please only rp one person (Or- you could mainly focus on one person but actually rp their whole family as well...it only makes sense)

6) There are alot of NPC's in this rp, but don't abuse them please. IF your character gets into an argument with an NPC waitor over their food, fine. If your character snaps the NPC's Captain's neck...no good.

7) I'd like to warn EVERYONE that this role playing string is going to be Rated R (Or Mature). There is going to be violence and, if two or more people see fit, there may be some sexual activity. So Viewer Disgresion is adviced. (I like saying that)

8 ) If you begin to role play, and decide you don't like the idea or your going to be gone for awhile, just let someone know. That way we can compensate for your absence in the order of posting.

My character: I'm going to do this the old fashion way. I'm going to role play and describe everything of my character, which is think would be good for everyone to do. But here I'm just going to name the details which I might not have a place to mention in Rp. I'm going to role play my real self.

Name- Paul

Age- 21

...That's it. I'm going to put up my first post in a short time. I hope anyone who tried this idea enjoys it, and thank you for taking the time to read this.

Paul pushed off of the railing and took a few short steps back, leaning his back against the wall of the ballroom, from the outside of course. His parents were busy trying to reignite a dying romance, Paul was busy trying to keep his lunch from yesterday in his stomach. He was winning. By degrees.

Paul's eyes drifted closed, his mind swirling like a far off turbulance under the water, which carried skyward to the surface. Using his hands, he rubbed his face, or more truthful, he smooshed his face in a few choice contortions to try and regain some bit of clarity. It worked well enough for Paul to pen his eyes.

Once open, he saw a strange sight before him. Well, not strange but different. There was a slender blonde standing before him. She was at least a head shorter then he was, meaning she was about 5 ft tall or so, compaired to his 6. She had her head canted to the right, ever so faintly.

"Drunk?" Her voice should have been honey flowing down his ear canal, but it felt more like silt from the bottom of a river, in Paul's current state.

"Uh, yea." Paul's deep voice was groggier then usual, and his face probably looked much the same concept. His usual unkemp apperance was multiplied by 3 at the moment, by way of alchohol and unsteady footing for an irregular amount of time.

"I know how you feel." The woman continued, Paul could already label her a "chatterbox". Most woman are, especially if they're good looking and not very bright. She continued. "I been like that most of tha trip. But sometimes you need a time out."

Paul was in a slanted state of mind, but he was very observant. You had to if you want a career like he wants. Even in his state, he could still observe a few choice traits about his conversation 'buddy'. The way she arched her back when she stood was ,usually, one of two things. Her large breasts made standing for her a tedius duty, with the constant strain on her lower back from the weight or, she wants to make her chest appear larger to Paul. The latter of which was usually a sign of sexual interest.

Paul often wondered this himself, why him? He wasn't a muscle bound tough guy, and he wasn't the handsome rich man. But beautiful woman did usually find a way into his bed. From the slender Belly Dancer, to the big breasted (Current) army medic. It was like a pheromone. Paul attracted an unusual amount of extremely beautiful woman. Paul didn't mind.

"I'm not much of a drinker." Talking was like gurgaling salt water, it tasted bad, but helped his health. "I was just about to go back to my room and lie down."

Paul's assumption had been right all along.

"Uh, you know. If you didn't mind, maybe I could go back with you?" Her voice, finally, turned to silk and was slowly latching around Paul's genitals for a strangle hold on his manhood. It was working. "Only if you'd be interested..."

Paul wanted to scream, 'God, ******** me!' but his girlfriend wouldn't much permit that.

"I'm sorry, but I'm seeing someone." The words gratted against his teeth like a metal file, he'd known he was making a mistake...but lovers usually do.

The blonde looked sincerely disappointed, "Well, I'm in 354 if you wanna swing by. Ask for Clairece." and with that, she was gone. Round buttocks swaying through a second skin on denim.

Paul would hate himself for days to come, he was sure, but he'd save his energy to fight off the intoxication in his system. He took one forlorn glance to his side, at the hours of fun he had passed, and continued down the stairs to his room.

Name: Celia
Age: 18

Celia stood alone, her slender, curvy figure, leaning on the wall of the ballroom, her violet eyes watching the people, dancing and laughing, everything happy happy. Flipping her ebony hair from her heart shaped face, she drained the last of her diet coke and left the empty glass cup on a table. Slightly nudging people, she made her way through the moving crowd. Once, or twice, she felt a slight pressure on her bottom. 'Men, all they want is a 'piece.'' She rolled her eyes, and turned around when he fifth pinch came, ready to give the man a tongue lashing.

"Hey... sweet..." The man slurred, obviously drunk. Celia's turned her head away, overwhelmed by the sudden stench of alcohol. Bounding back, she gave and unamused 'Ha.' and flicked her hair over her shoulders. "Learn to keep your honry hands to yourself, perverted b*****d." She snapped, loud enough for those surrounding them to hear, and 'tsk' behind hands. She turned around and proceeded in making her way, but the man was obviously didn't like girls who talked back. "Come back 'ere you b***h!" She snarled, and lunged at her. Celia took a step aside, and the man came crashing down, falling to the floor with a loud thud. She didn't even glance back, and walked out, her head held high.

It wasn't hard to see why so many men took one look at her and thought, 'Sex.' Celia had the pleasant hourglass figure you see most people in Hollywood have. Her skin was silky smooth, and milk white, with a hint of blush pink. Standing at about five feet, her shapely legs looked longer with the high heels she always wore, and short, micro mini skirts. Her heart shaped face was set with sparkling violet eyes, and full, pouty pink lips. She rarely wore makeup. Only a light coat of foundation, some eyeliner, eye shadow, occasionally, and a dab of pink, sparkling or clear lip gloss.

Despite her looks, Celia found it hard to get a boyfriend. Most of her previous ones had been jerks, only wanting to get her in bed, then leaving her. The more mature, non-perverted though her too young, or found it simply annoying how the guys couldn't resist to whistle at her when they made it obvious that they were on a date.

Coming up to the front of the ship, Celia stared at the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set, creating a soft, orange, yellow, red glow in the darkening sky...

Celia glanced to the side, just noticing that she was not the only one. She had two companions who had also decided to come to the front of the boat; a girl, reading a book, and a dog. 'Isn't this a no-pet cruise?' was the first thing that jumped to her head. 'Maybe she's blind?' Was her conclusion until she noticed that the book the girl was reading was not in Braille. 'Strange.' She was definite that this was a no pet cruise. Otherwise, she would've brought her own loveable kitten, 'Twinkle.'

If the girl was blind, it would have been a shame. She noticed that she had amazing eyes. They were large, a comforting brown color, and lovely long lashes. She silently envied her eyes, wishing her own violet eyes were as stunning, but she was content with what she had. The girl obviously hadn't noticed her presence, maybe she should make small talk? Celia had never been the one for talk. Though she could say many interesting things in conversations, starting one wasn't her thing, like meeting new people wasn't. She let out an inaudible sigh, partly hoping that this would acknowledge her presence, and the other girl would make small talk.

No such luck. Maybe she hadn't sighed loud enough? Maybe she simply didn't want to talk to her. Biting her lip, she summoned up all the enthusiasm she had left in her, pasted a large smile on her face, and shifted closer to her. "Hey." She said. That was a good start, leaving plenty of space to start a conversation.

Celia smiled generously, and took her suggestion. She spotted a plastic chair, and pulled it up next to her and sat. Well, that was off her chest, now what? Oh yeah, "I'm Celia." She said, forgetting that she hadn't introduced herself. She stared out into the ocean, squinting her eyes from the glare of the sun on the sea. "It is nice." She agreed, shading her eyes with her hands. "I wish I came out earlier... Instead, I let my friend talk me into going to dance, and she ditched me." She should've been mad about it, remembering how she had been fuming when her friend had run off with some guy, leaving her alone, but now, she made it seem amusing, like she was making fun of herself.

A gentle breeze picked up the silky strands of Celia's hair, and blew them about her face, sticking to her lip gloss. She puckered her lips and plucked out a tissue and wiped her lips clean after she had pulled the strands from her lips. "Are you on the ship with anyone else? Besides your companion here?" She asked, gesturing to the dog. Her hand reached out to pet it, then retreated, thinking for the better. "I thought dogs weren't allowed on the cruise... Do you have a disability of some sort?" As soon as her last words pushed out, Celia wished she could've pulled them back in. Her face heated a bit in shame, feeling that it was rude to ask someone you've only just met if they had a disability or something. Glancing away, she clasped her hands together. "I'm sorry, that was impolite of me, don't answer if you don't want to... It was a rather personal question.

Morning came. It was cold, brisk, and tasteful.

Tap loved the early morning. The cool winds were somewhat of a blessing and a wakeup call to the aspect of life. Nothing, it seemed, could go wrong. He was happy. Happier than he had been for a long time. He had free time, he had money, and most of all, he had her.

He sat down on a lawn deck and watched the morning sun peek over the horizon. Shania came out and sat down beside him, she was wearing one of his long white shirts. The wind blew it about, and she pushed the hair out of her face and smiled at him.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." Came his reponse. He reached over to her and gave her a long, sunken kiss. He felt her tongue penetrating his lips. Her breathe was fresh, even though she had not cleaned her teeth yet. It tasted of passion, and lust. Things that Tap had craved for for so long. He was happy, and content. "Wow... that's a nice wake-up call."

She giggled at him, and tilted her head. He held her face close to his, gently, with his palm on her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his head and licked his nose.

"Ew." Tap said, jokingly.

"I'm your pet..." She cooed.

This time he had to give a slight giggle. She was too cute, much too adorable for her own good.

"Come here you!" He roared, and clutched her in a tight bear-hug.

"I... can't... breathe!" She pushed him away and hugged him gently. "It's too early for rough play. Please be gentle with me..."

Tap hugged her and cradled her in his arms. Together they watched the sun starting to loom over them. Others had started to stir in their quarters now and a few came to the deck. Shania gave a little squeek and retreated to the room, she turned to Tap and whispered, "I'm naked under your shirt..." Then an evil grin slowly crossed her pretty face.

"Right behind you..." Tap said, aroused beyond recognition.

They disappeared into their room once again.

Tap stood on the upper deck, and gazed out towards the sea. The ocean lapped the side of the ship as it but through the water like a knife through melting butter, only to return to normal once the blade had passed. The stars were bright, as the moon had waned and it was now the time for the stars to glitter and sparkle in the night.

Tap sat and watched the multitude of stars and caught the sight of several shooting stars. The noise on the ship had died down to a murmer, it would be another 10 or 12 hours before they would reach land.

In the darkness, Tap saw something move towards the ship. It made some sort of noise, and then a loud bump was heard. He leaned over the railing to see what had happened, but could not, for the blackness of the ocean concealed whatever it was that hit the ship. Fearing a Titanic episode, he rushed to a nearby worker and reported what he had seen. The man looked at Tap and then told him that he would look into it, and walked over to a phone, and seemed to talk on it for a while.

"The captain says that he will send someone in the morning when there is light. You should go back and have fun, you're on a cruise. Let us worry about the ship."

Tap wanted to slap the man and the captain, but shrugged and walked off. HE had better theings to do than worry about his life, apparently. He made his way to Shania and told her what had transpired. She became angry and made a fuss, and in 10 minutes four men were sent to investigate.

"I guess a pretty face does come in handy, eh?" Tap joked, annoyed with the lack of response at his request.

"Yeah. It does." She giggled.

Rachelle saw the girl runing towards her but had no time to her out of the way. "Ow," she said, on her rump, rubbing a spot on her head. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?" She took the girl's forearm and helped her to stand. "What's your name?"

{{So sorry, I am so braindead today.}}