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Post by icefire on Jun 16, 2011 22:01:29 GMT -5
I know, I know. I totally took the title of this rp from the name of Soul Asylum's song 'Runaway Train'. That is exactly where it came from too, I was inspired while listening to said song. Just as the title suggests, this rp will be rather depressing in a few parts, SO DO NOT JOIN IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE DEPRESSING AND GRAPHIC BACKGROUNDS. Oh yeah, I guess I have to let you know what this is all about. Isn't that right?
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Plot Line
Founded about ten years back, the Runaway Train is very much like The Underground Railroad used to channel slaves attempting to be free from their masters. However, the Runaway Train doesn't channel slaves. As the name suggests, it channels runaway children to a safe area in the mountains. Also very similar to The Underground Railroad, it is not an actual locomotive as the name may mislead you to think. The operatives running the organization act as spies and retrievers, paying close attention to kids in every neighborhood.
They pay attention to the child's health, appearance, and mentality at all times. There is at least one of these operatives in almost every neighborhood of the western hemisphere of the USA and Canada, though they are trying to expand. The organization itself however, is not large enough to have place these spies everywhere. Recruits often are simple adults as well, and will call a retriever when signs are shown that a child may be getting ready to run away.
You may ask yourself, 'Why does this organization go to such extent to save so many children?'. This simple answer comes straight from the past of the head and brain of The Runaway Train, Lucy Carmichle. Lucy had a past of disasterous proportions herself, and feels the obligation to save children from running away into a horrible life. Studies have shown that over seventy five percent of children that run away are forced into perverse prostitution, severe poverty, criminal development, and even death.
Lucy feels an obligation to help those that attempt to run away, and get tossed around on the street.
There are three bases to the Runaway Train, one in Canada and two in the USA. Despite the millions of children that attempt to run away each year, each of these bases currently only have about 50 children bunking there. It's harder then you think to catch the runaways before it happens, but the orginization has managed to try to do so.
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Your Role In This Movement
Your character may range from one of the runaways themselves, a spotter, one of the retrievers, or maybe even a cop trying to stop the orginization's handy work. You may have up to three characters.
Character sheet-
Name: Age: Alias: Role: Personality: History (can be explained during story, if desired): Appearance:
All the normal rules. No powerplaying, display of political or religious conflict ooc, and be ORIGINAL. Semi-lit.
Enjoy ^.^
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Post by icefire on Jun 17, 2011 12:24:03 GMT -5
Institution Organizers and Brains-
Name: Lucy Carmichle Age: 25 Alias: Her codename to keep down low and out of the sight of the police is 'Luck' Role: Founder and Brain Personality: Lucy has always been tough. Her childhood kicked it into her, and she lived on the streets for a few years, nearly starving a few times. However, she was always one of the stronger street dwellers, and often genorously gave her food to the younger ones who needed it more. She can be compassionate, but she won't be walked over. If someone messes with her, they're likely to get their asses kicked, so don't look down upon her. History: She ran away from her parents at the age of 12, and lived on the street for several years. When she was 19, she brought all the escape kids together in her area, making an important decision with them that they needed help. They were the only ones who could provide their own help, and started a small base in the nearby mountains. At first, The Runaway Train was just helping her and her friends, but she made a consecutive decision that they should start helping other kids as well. By the time she was 23, the orginization had two bases, and a few new kids at each. Appearance: Lucy has short, choppy hair that goes a little past her chin. It's often wavy and unkempt, but it's always a pretty shade of dark brown. Her eyes are dark brown as well, often covered by her bangs, and she has light shaded skin. Her frame is athletic and lithe, but limber as well, making her optimized for speed and not heavy lifting.
Name: Tamir Yori Age: 19 Alias: Codename is 'Chaos' Role: Brain and Retriever on some occasions Personality: Tamir has always been unnaturally silent, he usually doesn't speak unless spoken to, and is often immersed in drawing or reading. He can be kind without words, that is, if he feels like being kind. The bases deem him, however silent he may be, a nut house. This may be because of his horrible past, he has serious trama. Tamir is looked at as a nut house by many because of his unconditional violence. History: He had a strange background, one that shall be explained. He grew up on the streets fighting for his food and place to sleep, explaining his what seems to be unprovoked violence. Appearance: He has darker colored skin, his appearance is a bit lighter then the normal shade of perhaps a hispanic or latino persona. Tamir is really strong, but he doesn't look over muscley. In fact, you can really only notice it when he flexes. His hair is dark like the rest of him, black and medium length, it going just past his ears and high cheek bones. The strange element of his appearance though, are his bright blue eyes.
Name: Allison Thompson Age: 22 Alias: Codename is 'Hearts'. Some people just call her Alli too. Role: Brain and retriever Personality: Allison has always been the sweetest of the brains, less violent then Allison, and more social then Tamir. She is known for her gentleness and kindness to all the new additions to the orginization, and tends to be the one that shows new kids around the base. History: Allison doesn't like to talk about it. Appearance: She has longer hair then Lucy, and it reaches to about midback. It's light brown, bordering blonde, and completely straight. Her hair also has bangs that sweep over her face and forehead. Allison is rather thin, but not bony.
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Post by icefire on Jun 18, 2011 12:55:25 GMT -5
She had an arm up on the side of the car, sunglasses on and driving down the hot, dusty, desert road. Lucy had recieved a retrieval mission for a kid living down in Pheonix. Apparently, this kid had already run away, but Lucy needed to snag her before something horrible happened to her. The hot dust blew into her face as her truck rumbled down the road, she was probably going way too fast down a washboardy road like this one. The truck she was riding in had an open top, the only thing protecting her was the winshield. It had a large tail, and blankets in the back.
Lucy skidded to a stop, and turned the dusty green truck onto the interstate. Since she had taken that shortcut, she'd get there a bit earlier, though it was still about 2 hours. Pheonix was a problem area for runaways, but the base was at least 12 hours of good travel away. Exactly why they needed to expand. She just needed to get there, and she hoped that the kid wasn't in trouble. She hated busting out kids that were in some huge problem that she couldn't fix.
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2 hours later.
The twinkling lights of Pheonix reflected just how big the city was. She was on one of the small mountains on the outskirts of it, so she could see miles of the twinkling lights ahead. Damn. This city was bigger then Denver. It was usually Tamir coming down here, even though his base was in the Sierras.
The car hit solid asphault again, and she was back onto a road. She had entered into the giant city on a side where she was closer to central Pheonix, where all those giant buildings are. And hopefully, the girl would be there to.
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Post by icefire on Jun 18, 2011 13:04:47 GMT -5
Name: Evilyn Jones Age: 15 Alias: Evi Role: Runaway Personality: Her personality used to be firey and passionate, but her parents beat that down. One may call her new personality weak minded, she can't even pick fights if someone steals her food for the fear of being striken down herself. History (can be explained during story, if desired): Will be explained when applying her into RT. Appearance: She has light blonde, straight hair and something that resemble bangs over her forehead and swept to the side. Her sking is pale, almost as if it's translucent, if she's thin or hungry enough. Her eyes, formerly a full bright red, are now just a beat down looking greyish- red. She's rather thin, since she can't fight for her own food, and her bones jut out at places. Evi is albino, as you may have already picked up, but strangely enough, she has dark eyelashes, unlike many albino children.
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Post by Swifty~foot on Jun 19, 2011 10:36:04 GMT -5
Name: Sasha Maroque Age: 14 Alias: Codename: Bunny Role: Runaway Personality: firey, fun, excitable, hyper, acts ADHD and loves shiny things History (can be explained during story, if desired): Her mom died when she was 7 and her dad remarried. Her stepmother is abusive to her and her siblings, and she ran away to leave her stepmom. Appearance: long dark auburn hair, spring green eyes, and tan skin. Her mom was Mexican so her features are very dark. She is very tall, abmormally for her age, and can glare like no one business
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 24, 2011 15:38:39 GMT -5
Name: Gary Porter Age: Fifteen Alias: Where he came from people called him ‘Wire’. Role: Runaway Personality: -devious, he always seems like he scheming -loud and rude (an uncanny combination) -nice to younger kids -bold, he doesn’t often back down and isn’t afraid to speak his mind -violent at times, but only when it’s called for History (can be explained during story, if desired): Will be explained in the story. Appearance: He has short brown hair and gray eyes that are somewhat violent looking. He’s a decent height, five ten or so, and is fit but still looks skinny. Being from the streets, he wears anything he can get his hands on, but usually is seen with jeans and a tank top on. Gary always has a sort of glint in his eyes that makes you think he’s cooking a heist up or something. He looks like any other street urchin of a teenage boy except for the scars covering his back. When he was younger he had got in a fight with some kids and they had strategically pushed him into a barbed wire fence. He had got tangled up, but made it out with a few scratches on his cheek, back of his legs and arms, and his back ripped to shreds. That’s how he got his nickname ‘Wire’.
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 25, 2011 12:10:49 GMT -5
OoC//: Alright, who's gonna reply to Icey's post? NOT IT!
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Post by icefire on Jun 26, 2011 10:01:43 GMT -5
(ooc- I'll reply to my post!!! AHAHAHAHA)
Evilyn walked shakily through the alleyways. She had escaped for good about a week ago, but it wasn't like she had never tried. The previous attempts she had just been more stongly-willed. That didn't matter now though, she needed to find a way away from an older boy that she had somehow managed to piss off. Her footsteps were light, her gait shakey, and her breathing steady. Okay. So she had managed to relax enough to be as quiet as she needed to, now she just needed to find shelter.
She stopped for a moment and looked around in front of her. There were a few empty trash cans, some cardboard boxes, and the wet ground from a recent rain. Moving towards the boxes, she extended a hand to move it into a correct position. Evi would've easily completed her small task, if not for a large yank on the back of her shirt, choking her and sending her flying back into the boy she had thought she escaped.
He looked to be about a year older then her, and he was sneering evilly at her, "Where 're you going pipsqueak? I wasn't through wi' you yet." She attempted to kick backwards, but he only gripped her tighter, "And for trying to escape me, I'm gonna mess you up even worse."
Sometimes she didn't understand why someone would want to beat her up of all people. The look about her just spelled sick and weakly, but nobody seemed to show mercy of any kind. She didn't even remember what she did to upset this guy.
His hand collided with her face, and the zoned out look in her eye came back. She always zoned out when someone inflicted pain upon her, it just came as her defense.
Evi sat back and relaxed as he beat the shit out of her.
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Post by maya-bird on Jun 27, 2011 22:29:43 GMT -5
Gary Porter wasn’t one for picking fights. Whenever he did it left him with bruises to show, even if he did win. He didn’t dislike violence, but he wasn’t one to encourage it. Gary knew when it was called for, and now it seemed like it was. He had been following this one kid who had been acting pretty sketchy lately, and he knew that he was right in his suspicions, because this kid drew his face back and punched a sickly looking girl straight in the face.
The sad thing is that she didn’t even fight back; she just kinda relaxed and let the kid beat the crap out of her.
Gary threw himself into the action, tearing the kid off of her. The aggressor was slightly taller than him, and a bit heavier, but Gary intended to use his height and weight to his own advantage. When the kid brushed Gary off of him like he was some sort of fly, and then swung around to punch him, Gary stepped in, and something most didn’t do, and threw the kid sideways onto the ground. He then proceeded to slug him twice, sneering in the kids face. “You leave her alone, you sick freak.”
The kid whimpered and nodded, and when Gary let him up he fled quickly. He watched for a while in that direction, then turned to the girl. He hated it when older kids picked on the weaker ones, but then again, that was the rule on the streets. Holding his hand out, he said.
“I’m Gary. Get up, let’s leave before he comes back with his friends.”
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Post by Swifty~foot on Jun 28, 2011 20:34:56 GMT -5
Sasha sighed as she slumped against the wall. She sflicked her long auburn hair off her shoulder and fiddled with her knife. it was so shiny, she mused, her thoughts narrowing to the shiny toy in front of her.
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Post by icefire on Jun 29, 2011 22:34:55 GMT -5
Her face bled from above the eye brow and the nose, but the weight of her assaulter was miraculously lifted by some strange force. Oh, nevermind, it was just another boy. Gary... That's what he said his name was, or at least she thought so. The bangs that she had, swept over her left eye and covered it. Taking the hand he had extended, she grabbed it with a twig-like arm and hoisted herself back onto shaky legs.
Evi wiped her hand across her forehead, smearing the blood from the flesh wound across her off-white skin. She nodded to his comment about leaving, and she pressed on the cut on her forehead so it would stop bleeding.
Waiting for him to go somewhere, so she could follow, she realized that she hadn't introduced herself yet, "I'm Evilyn. Just call me Evi." Her voice echoed in the same dull monotone that it had been beaten into lately.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 1, 2011 0:48:50 GMT -5
Gary did his routine scan for people, checking the corner and the mouth of the alley to see if anyone was there. Yeah, living on the streets could do that to you, especially if you're Gary 'Wire' Porter, someone who holds grudges and remembers your name. "That kid was a freak." He said, trying to rub the blood off of his shirt. It didn't happen, since after all it happened to be a stain and not something newer. He didn't even recall where it was from. Oh, well.
"You okay." He asked, even though it didn't really sound like a question but it was more of a statement.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 1, 2011 0:58:33 GMT -5
Evi feebly messed with the hem of her shirt, looking around nervously and narrowing her eyes with a worried frown. It was raining out, just sprinkling, but in Phoenix that could quickly change into a raging dust storm. She looked up at his questioning, "I'm fine. Just fine." Her voice seemed to drown with the rain, her tone would normally sound sweet and kind, but was a harsh, hoarse, monotone accent that made her sound even more shaky and emotionless. Her facial expression contorted into a flat line, she wasn't sure what to think of this kid, though he saved her. Evi didn't trust any body.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 1, 2011 1:02:32 GMT -5
"Good." Was all he said because she looked nervous, and he hated creeping people out, but it didn't seem like it was working the whole not creeping her out thing. Gary stood around awkwardly, arms crossed, rain sprinkling across. A raindrop hit him on the nose and he couldn't help but smile a little bit, because he loved rain. He glanced across at Evi. She looked really frail, like she was sick and going to fall over at any moment. "What are you going to do now?" He inquired, tapping his fingers on his arms.
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Post by maya-bird on Aug 1, 2011 1:05:55 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow, "I guess what I always do. Scavenge. Shelter. Survival." A slight smile graced her features as she said her three rules, "I'm not so good at the scavenging thing, you just saw." She directed back to where she was just being flailed on.
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