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Post by icefire on Aug 8, 2011 19:49:17 GMT -5
IntroductionOne foggy night.. A shrill shriek split the air, as blood splattered on all the walls. The culprit laughed at his victim, who was sobbing uncontrollably, a line of blood dribbling down her chin. The victim was a teenage girl, perhaps about the age of 16 or so, and the culprit... Well, it was too hard to tell with the cloak around their figure. In fact, the culprit was shrouded in shadow, so it would not be seen. The culprit is reffered to as an 'it' because not even it's gender could be determined. It was a rather vague outline, and the victim was now dead, so she couldn't have told anyone who or what it looked like. No, this murderer was getting cleanly away, before the cops could even arrive to the suspicious screech. But the question is... Who was it, and where will they kill next? PlotlineYou are a student, or teacher, in a school near the site of the murder. Everyone is a bit suspicious and on the edge of seat from what happened. Parents aren't letting their kids out after dark, and most pick their kids up instead of letting them walk home. The preference is that your character is in high school, but you may be in middle school if you want. I will control when the next murder happens, so don't plan any of that. No one will know who the murderer is but me You guys know the drill on rules, with me at least, no power playing (unless you ask that other person to first) and please keep it semi-lit. One liners are okay if you have writers-block *cough* MAYA *cough*. CHARACTER SHEET!! You can have up to four characters. You can have one at the minimal (DUH xD) Name: Age: Year: Appearance: Talents: (everybody has a talent xD) Friends: Perosnality: History: Other: If there is anything I missed
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Post by icefire on Aug 8, 2011 20:30:30 GMT -5
(These are characters that I half own, such as ones that will help give more known people in the school)
Name: William Thomas Age: 16 Year: He's a Sophmore Appearance: He has light blonde hair, and a snarky grin is almost always plastered on his face. His hair is in a cropped cut, and his eyes are a light sea green. One may call him the exact image of a jock, but he's not really like that. Talents: He IS really good at sports. Friends: Despite his image of being one of those really sport crazed freaks, he prefers to hang out with the more 'Nerdy' class of kids. That doesn't mean that he won't linger around the so called 'sports freaks' though. His best friends are- Dalton, Thalia and Ping Perosnality: He can switch from quiet to loud. Will likes to sit down in the library and draw and hang out with his friends, or likes to ride his bike up the mountain and back, preferably by himself. History: His life has always been pretty average, non-pushy-chill-parents who both love him to death. Other: N/A
Name: Tatsya Fyodor Age: 17 Year: A Junior Appearance: As her name suggests, she is very Russian. And being Russian, she has very russian qualities. Except her bright blonde hair, which is different then a usual Russian. Some also may call her a guy's wet dream xD Talents: She is very flexible and good at what she does, Cheerleading. Friends: Mostly other preppy cheerleaders like herself- Alexis, Irine, and her one guy friend Ivan Perosnality: She can be a total bitch, but on the inside she's rather gentle. History: Her parents brought her over from Russia when she was six, so she has a slight accent. Her mom is a bit overbearing, and shoved her into gymnastics when she was seven. Good thing she loved it. Other: N/A
Name: Thomas Robertson Age: 17 Year: Junior Appearance: He has short dark brown hair and a soft featured face. His eyes are light blue, and his skin is in between tan and pale. Talents: He's a good singer, so he's been told. He is the sing for Halo Around the Sun. Friends: Dima, Koya and almost never Yael. Yael is just an asshole. Perosnality: He's rather cocky. Thomas thinks that he was the one who made the band, and usually tries to dictate it, before he gets slapped around by Yael. Then he usually shuts up and lets the band be democratic. This dictatorship may also be from him being older then all three of the other band members. History: His parents are normal, but they press him too hard when it comes to school. This sparks a rather wannabe rebellion in him. Other: His milkshake brings all the GIRLS to the yard.
(other miscellanious characters will be added, you can help me add if you want xD)
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Post by icefire on Aug 10, 2011 19:32:34 GMT -5
(Finally, my characters)
Name: Yael Gardene (Yin) Age: 16 Year: He be a Sopmore Appearance: He has sharp cheekbones, pale skin and cleanshaven face. His hair is Dark Brown, nearing black and goes a little past his ears, or just sticks our randomly when he has his black beanie on. His eyes are a Hazel color, in between brown and green. (and I decided he's not Asian Maya xD) Talents: He's a freaking beast drummer, and a pretty awesome BMX/trick biker. Friends: Well, his friends are more skaterish, and he hangs out with stoner kids too... Who's to say he's not one? Friends- Dima, Koya, Hannah. Thomas is more of an aqquaintance. Perosnality: He's very talkative, but not friendly. Most the time he'll just be a synical asshole to whoever he meets, so it's hard for him to make new friends. If someone understands it though, they won't mind his asshole-ness. History: His dad is an alcoholic, and has been through rehab a couple times. His mom is loving and supporting, even though she does get annoyed by his drumming. Exactly why he drums at other people's houses. When he was in eigth grade, he joined a band with a few people, and helped them name it 'Halo Around the Sun'. Other: He's not really surprised at the murder in his neighborhood, there's some crazy ass people in there town. He's rather depressed about the death of Sasha. He liked her. He's called Yin and Dima Yang, they're seemingly is inseprable.
Name: Koya Oiamoto Age: 16 Year: Sopmore Appearance: She has hair that was dyed bright red streaks through her normal black, and is cut rather choppily. It falls to a couple inches above touching her shoulders, and her bangs almost always cover her eyes. Her skin is tan-pale-ish and she has a naturally skinny frame. Talents: She's the guitar player for Halo Around the Sun. She plays both acoustic and electric. Friends: Yael, Dima and sometimes Thomas... (he can be a bitch) Perosnality: Being quiet most of the time, she expresses her attitude with vivid facial expressions. In her room, she often times just sits and plays guitar, staring at the ceiling. When she's not being antisocial, she tends to go around the city spray painting things with Dima and Yael. History: Her parents live in Cambodia, and they sent her over to America to have a better life. She lives with her aunt and uncle, who try to love her, but obviously really don't care that much. She doesn't care, all she needs to do is hang out in her room and strum. Other: Not many people know what her eye color is, because her eyes are often shaded over by her bangs. They are a dark brown color, bordering black almost.
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Post by Swifty~foot on Aug 13, 2011 22:46:57 GMT -5
Name: Damian MacCenna Age:15 Year: he is a Sophmore Appearance: He has short blonde-brown hair that sticks up everywhere. his eyes are a very clear baby blue. His tan is very dark, and he is about 6'2" Talents: (everybody has a talent xD): He is a very good soccer player, and plays guitar Friends: Avalbane mostly Perosnality:he's very sweet and caring, but also has his secrets. He cares for his friends History: HIs parents died when he was 12, so he was sent to America for a better life. Ava has been his friend for a long time
Name: Avalbane McGrath Age:14 Year:Freshman Appearance: long striaght auburn hair down her back, light Green eyes Talents: (everybody has a talent xD): She is a beautiful singer and is a flexible cheerleader Friends: Damian and the cheer Squad Perosnality:silly, fun, hyper, crazy, passionate History: Her aunt adopted her after her parents abandoned her at the hospital. damian and her have been friends since the 4th and 5th grade
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 13, 2011 23:02:51 GMT -5
Name: Dima (DEE-MUH) Askanovovich (AS-KUH-NOHV-A-VITCH) Age: 16 Year: Sophomore Appearance: Dima is all angles and cheekbones, he's one skinny fella. He's sixteen, but under the average height of the other male peers at his short five four. Dima's skin could be considered pale to naturally darker people, but other than that he has lightly tanned (but still obviously white) skin. He has light brown that's pretty short, but still reaches a bit below his ears and curls slightly on the nape of his neck. Dima does have some freckles (just a bit) across his face, and by his looks you couldn't tell he was Russian. He has a pair of light green eyes that sometimes appear to be a olive green color, but not often. Talents: Confusing people with the Russian he can speak, oh, and being a badass on the bass guitar for Halo Around the Sun. He likes biking, BMX or not, and skateboarding when he can. Friends: Koya, Yael, and Thomas (even though he thinks that kids a dumbass) His best friend happens to be Yael, who gets called Yin, and Dima often gets called Yang. Personality: -Out going -Arrogant -Confident, he has no self esteem problem, that's for sure -loves joking around, but can be serious -sarcastic is his favorite word - He's really a nice guy, and means well. History: Well, he was born and raised in Russia, but his parents figured 'hey, let's go to America!!' and picked up and left at the end of Eighth grade, so he spent a few months of eighth grade in America. His parents are laid back and nice, but they are kind of poor and choose to spend their money on distractions, like vodka, alcohol, and sometimes even drugs. Because of his sudden move and therefore lack of friends (and to top it off his accent) he was bullied and picked on. Other: He likes tagging, and often goes around with Koya and Yael. He still has a sort of accent, but it's not very heavy and it's only slight.
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Post by icefire on Aug 14, 2011 13:15:03 GMT -5
Koya closed her eyes, strumming out Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. She hummed along, deciding to sing even though she didn't like to, "We're just, two lost souls swimmin' in a fish bowl... Year after year... Running over the same old ground, have we found, the same old fear? Wish you were here..." Her fingers moved accordingly to the next few notes, forming the repetitive guitar line.
Finnishing up the song, she thought of what she wanted to play next. They were supposed to be practicing a few covers for their gig in a couple days, but she already knew all the songs. Eh, what the hell. She got out of bed and picked up her electric guitar, plugging it in to the amp and turning the volume almost all the way down as not to disturb people. It was still pretty loud, but not loud enough to disturb her aunt and uncle on the floor below her room. She slept up in the Attic, though her aunt and uncle called it a 'loft'.
Her fingers adjusted to the chords and she started to strum, not using the pedal yet to distort it. It was obvious that she was strumming Smells Like Teen Spirit, and she started to distort it after the fist couple lines, where the drums were supposed to come in. Through all the racket, she hadn't noticed Yael coming up in through the door in her floor, with the ladder. Just as she was about to sing, he joined along with her, scaring the shit out of her and making her mess up in mid strum.
He laughed hysterically, "Ha! You should've seen the look on your face! HAHAHA!" He kept laughing, and she hufffed, obviously flustered.
"What the fuck! I was playing my guitar dude, not cool! Uhhh, you scared me...." She set the guitar down. He was lucky that she hadn't messed up so much that she broke a string, she would've throttled him and then messed up HIS drums. Leaning the guitar against the amp, she strode over to Yael, who was still laughing in hysterics, and smacked him on the back of the head.
He stopped in mid laugh, "Owwwww.." He grabbed the back of his head and glared at Koya. She grinned innocently, "That's whatcha get!" Her bangs covered her eyes, as always was the case.
He snorted grumpily, "We need to go get Dima. Remember? We're going tagging today."
Koya snapped her fingers, "Oh yeah! Let's go!"
They both shifted out of the attic, down the latter and past her aunt and uncle, "We're going to go hang out." They nodded and told her to be back later before dinner. Grabbing her baseball hat that was on the bench, she put it on sidewas and was out the door with Yael.
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Post by Swifty~foot on Aug 14, 2011 15:56:41 GMT -5
Ava squinted at her fingernails. "Damo do you think my nails are messed up? She waved them in front of his face. The tall boy blinked. "Well i can't really tell when they are moving, and also, im'a guy. I dont really notice or care. I'm sure they are fine." Ava pouted. "DAMOOOOOOOO please?" "AVAAAAAAA they're FINE." She stuck her tongue out at the taller teen. "thanks for the support macCenna." "Anytime Grath." Ava flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Well, the squad is waiting for me. Don't wait up." She turned on her heel and walked off. Damian rolled his eyes, and headed off in the other direction.
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Post by icefire on Aug 14, 2011 17:21:46 GMT -5
Yael had come over on his bike, so she grabbed hers too. It was well worn, and it was obvious that she spent most of her money from the gigs on spray-paint and her guitar. She was saving up for a new bike though, though this old one worked just fine for now. In fact, she had inherited this from her uncle. It was a blue bike from the eighties, with the wheel guard and everything.
Koya and Yael rode down the street towards Dima's house, and Yael pulled up behind Koya and scraped his wheel against hers, making her wobble slightly, "WILL YOU QUIT IT?!" She snapped back at him, freaked out at the wobbling bike. He cackled at her and she flipped him off with an irratated smirk, "Asshole."
Yael laughed loudly again, "That's my name, don't wear it out!" It wasn't long before they had reached Dima's house, right after Koya got pissed and knocked Yael off his bike. He had scraped up knees, it was nothing new really. Yael just pouted the rest of the way to Dima's house. Although, when they got there, Yael was back to his normal annoying self. He ran up and knocked on Dima's door with Koya trailing not far behind him.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 14, 2011 22:07:52 GMT -5
Dima was laying on the couch, his legs hanging over one of the arms, when he heard a knock on the door. Cursing in his native language, he pulled the earbuds from his ears, swinging up and over the arm of the couch and loping to the door. He scratched his chin, standing on the tips of his toes in order to see through the peep hole, which happened to be unnaturally high. Or maybe it was just because he was short, who knows.
Seeing Yael and Koya there, he unlocked the dead bolt and swung the door open, grinning and looking up at his friends. Oh, how he hated being short. He was shorter than every guy in his school, and most girls at that. "Yael, Koya! What is up?" His accent was there, but you could tell he'd lived in America for a while now, because it only slightly edged his words. He still did have confusion sometimes with sayings and other sorts of things.
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Post by icefire on Aug 14, 2011 22:20:30 GMT -5
Koya peeked up from behind Thomas, plastering a huge grin on her face, "I'm cool." Yael flicked her face and she frowned at him, kneeing him in the butt since she was behind him. He fell forward slightly and pouted at her, before answering Dima.
"I'm awesome man, you ready to go spraypaint some shit?" Koya was still snickering behind him and he glared back at her, Koya trying her best to stifle her small evil laughs. Instead she grinned evilly at him, mouth etched into a smirk. She spun the spraypaint can around in her hand, as if emphasizing the question.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 14, 2011 22:33:31 GMT -5
"Damn, yes I am!" He answered, grinning. "Let me run upstairs and get my supplies, and I will be back then." Dima loved hanging out with Yael, and Koya. Thomas not so much, because he wouldn't shut up with the short nicknames, like kid or short straw, but he still tolerated him. He pushed his bedroom door open, then into his closet where he kept a backpack specifically for this purpose. It was a dark colored bag, but you could still see tints of color stained on their when a stray can would bust open or the bag would accidentally get sprayed. His bag had his skateboard strapped too it, because it was a skater's pack, and he unstrapped it, holding it under his arm.
Dima did this stuff all the time, and he loved it. He would spray art on the walls, or the yin yang symbol, which he also loved. He loved a lot of things, but he hated things too. Slinging the bag of cans and stencils onto his back, he ran down the stairs, loping up to them, shutting the door, and slipping his house key into the back pocket of his jeans. "Let's go!" He said with an energetic smile, setting his board down and coasting into the street.
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Post by icefire on Aug 14, 2011 22:47:46 GMT -5
Koya was already on her bike and pedaling after Dima, and Yael was a slacker and lagged behind. He hopped on his bike and pedaled twice as fast, easily catching up with years of biking experience. Koya pedaled ahead of Dima, heading downtown to where more alleyways were. They lived in a small town nestled in the mountains or Colorado, but it was still decently sized and had a population of 20k.
Yael followed Koya and Dima, still slightly lagging behind them because he didn't feel like choosing where to go today. It was a while before they reached downtown, and they took a sharp left into one of the alleyways, between a hotel and a bar. They navigated the narrow alleys before finding a quiet place. Koya hit her brakes and halted at a dead end, "This place look chill to spray paint? Good climbing 'case the cops get called."
She looked up at the walls, which had fire escape ladders and good ledges to grip on to. Yael wasn't really used to making a hasty run, but then again, Koya did do a lot more shit then he did.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 14, 2011 22:54:49 GMT -5
"It's perfect." Was all Dima said, leaning his board up against the wall. He looked around, letting his pack slide off of his shoulders, then unzipped it and pulled a few cans out. "Catch," He said, tossing a can to Yael, and then taking a few of his stencils out. He had made them himself. Drew what he wanted, then cut it out specifically for this purpose. What he was looking for was the striped Yin Yang symbol that he had cut out.
Dima took tape out from the bag, ripping a two pieces off to secure the stencil before he started applying the black paint. He paused, looking over at Koya, Thomas, and Yael. "You guys are waiting for something?"
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Post by icefire on Aug 14, 2011 23:07:57 GMT -5
Koya grinned deviously and grabbed the spray paint cans of black and white, doing her job of writing the tag name out. Her paint writing scrawled beautifully, she was a natural and painting without stencils. Yael had grabbed the other spray paint cans, and was helping Dima fill in the yin yang symbol.
They were about finished when someone yelled out of there window, there tone angry, "What the hell are you kids doing?! I'm calling the cops on you little snots!" Koya cursed under her breath and tossed her spray paint cans into her bag, climbing the ladder until it stopped. Hooking her toe into one of the metal bars, she used her abdominal muscles to flip herself seemingly onto one of the ledges above, repeating the process until she was at the top of the building.
She looked down, in real time what had been a few seconds later, "You guys coming? We have to get the fuck out of here, NOW."
Yael cursed under his breath, "Holy fuck... No wonder she's Asian, she's a fucking Ninja."
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 15, 2011 19:30:15 GMT -5
"Yeah," Dima breathed, watching her impressive flips up the ladder. His head jerked to the side at the sound of sirens, and he quickly strapped his board to the back of his pack, climbing quickly up the ladder. He hooked his arms through the bars, pulling himself up quickly. He was small, sure was, but he could climb like a fuckin monkey. Dima hooked his fingers into some of the cracks in the brick and did what climbers call a 'dyno'; putting all your weight onto your feet and then pushing off and grabbing the next handhold, which just happened to be the top of the building.
He hooked his elbow on the ledge, then pulled himself up, rolling and managing to land on his feet. This hadn't taken very long, and he looked down at Yael. "Hurry up, bro!" Dima grinned. Climbing was something that he had been into in Russia, because of all the cliffs near his old house, nestled in a city which was on a mountain.
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