I don't know why this really came to mind, but I'm seriously wondering now. I was talking to my girlfriend about it, and we ended up wondering which was the better way to raise your child. To believe in Santa, magic, the tooth-fairy, all of that kind of stuff? Or to tell them right off the bat that it's not real? When I thought about it, I thought about how rarely I hear of a child having a crisis when they find out that Santa isn't real. But at the same time, I guess it's possible? I'm really having a hard time deciding which is better. Part of me would like my child to believe in something. The other part thinks it'd be stupid to lie to them like that. But then I worry that they'll grow up all bitter towards other children and feel isolated.
Once upon a time, (If you guys don't know how this works, I swear.)
♥ I'm obsessed with symbols, and colors and graphics, and I can't stop. Trying to stop, I start like freaking out, SO. BAD. It's worst than it should be. I don't exactly know what to do about it. I don't try to be obsessive about things, but I can't help it. ♥ I hate everybody and everything. Ironic that there's a heart there, but I really do. By default, I hate people. My outlook on the world is so bleak. Here's a very short description of how I see things to be, "You're born, you suffer, you go to school, you work, you die." If I went into full detail...It's honestly extremely depressing how I see life. I think it's pointless, I wish I hadn't been born, and I hate everything. B| ♥ I used to be a Christian, then I went to Agnostic, then I went full-blown Atheist. I don't know what's going on here. But it's like, most of the Christians I know are horrible people. It's like. "Oh, hey, I'm Christian/Catholic, but I'm an judgmental *******." or "I'm Christian/Catholic and I don't give a damn about anyone but myself." Not everyone is like that, of course. There's also the fact that when I ask questions, they're never answered straight. It's all just "faith" based answers, or just "You're a sinner for being curious about things." I think the church is corrupted and I can't trust anyone. ♥ I've spoken to someone about this before, but bluntly, there's this friend who I'm trying to be friends with who never makes like...any effort to maintain contact. Simply put, if I didn't talk to this friend, then we wouldn't talk. It's annoying. Like, should I tryyyy? Are they worth it? ♥ I isolate myself when I'm in a relationship. Not on purpose, but I stop talking to people as often and I give my attention mainly to this person. In return, it makes me feel lonely, almost. I mean, this person is great. Above great, wonderful actually, but it's like...I have no time to talk to other people, because naturally I'd rather talk to him. Doesn't seem healthy to me, even though it's not like he hurts me or anything. Just, is this normal? ♥ I have another friend...He and I used to be very close, and now we don't talk. And to be honest, I think he's gross. :| It's like, suddenly, I have this very strong dislike towards him. I'm polite and everything when it comes interaction, but he's still trying to be friends. It's...annoying, to say the least. He made a new Facebook account under a different name and everything just so that I'd add him and he could stalk my page again. Wtf. Edit: Actually, it's not just for no reason. It's because he...became very bitter, and very negative, and started to constantly hurt me. Being around him started to drain me so bad, but I'd always forgive him. He was very, very, very controlling. I got to the point of not forgiving him anymore, then he got very clingy when he say I was slipping away. ♥ COLLEGE IS STRESSING ME OUT SO BAD. SO BAD. I'M FREAKING OUT AND MISSING DEADLINES. And I haven't taken the SAT. I feel behind, and my GPA is lower than it should be, and I'm not sure what to do. ♥ My stepmom and dad divorced. She was the one to tell me, my dad's been hiding it from me. Should I be mad at him? Okay, that's it. Anything will help. ANYTHING. I just wanted some extra thoughts on some of these things. I feel overwhelmed and breakdowns are constant.
Ace Phoenix - I've seen you around, but I can't think of anything significant that's happened between us...Or in general. AnimeGirl104 - You have a very generic name. Aqυα+ - We don't interact with each other. Ever. I don't even have any inside jokes with you that I think you'd remember...I only remember something having to do with Twilight and Jacob Black, and I think it was inappropriate. I'm hoping that was you, because otherwise that's awkward. Barakon-King -You're name makes me happy. Don't know why. Maybe because there's a "king" in it. Charonus Rex I have no idea who you are. I'm sorry. Your name makes me think of a dinosaur though/ Clear_so_you_can't_See - I do not and will never understand your username. Or why there are underscores in it. Dark Link+ -I remember you used to post in the Spamzone a lot. I don't remember that being a good thing. Either way, I never had a problem with you. DPWolf - I feel like we should be friends. That's mainly because of the fact that you were/are an InuYasha whore like I was/am. But I'm also kind of positive that won't ever happen. Fearless - I think you're a cool member, in all honesty. I feel like you changed though. One of those newbie transformations. Oh, and directed at that thread you made a bit ago, I don't find you annoying. heartless_angel - I enjoyed role playing with you in Fatality. It was fun, and you post quickly which is a good thing. Jack-Sinister -Not sure who you are either, but I wonder how much you dig Halloween. Jaden Yuki - We've never spoken, but you seem like a genuinely cool dude. Very sweet-seeming. Janime6+ Ah, my Jakey-pooh. c: You make me happy, you're a very good friend. Incredibly loyal, I've NEVER had any issues with you, and believe it or not but I appreciate everything you've done for me and all of the times you've endured my emo-ness or bad moods. I really do. You're very important to me. JedininjaZC - I get you confused with that guy who is an atheist, and that guy who flaunts his Christianity around. Thanks to your current signature, I know now. That gif made me cry. KeybladeMasterJoe - Is your name Joe? Or is that name symbolic for your being the average Keyblade Master? KH2man13 - I've seen you around! Not sure what to say other than that. Killjoy - You're the one who posted that NA NA NA MCR song, right? Either way, I downloaded it and am in love with it and stuff. Thank you. <3 Love - I've always loved your name. Get it? We've never RP'd together. Luna Lovegood+ - You're Canadian. Other than that, I feel like you changed to. Your posts got more...I don't know how to say it. Suggestive. IT'S LIKE YOU'RE HORMONAL NOW, WHAT HAPPENE--*Shot* Something like that. Maka - I think you're a nice person who's been through a lot who has insecurities because of said "lot", so regardless of anything that's gone horribly wrong between us, or anything I've done to somehow piss you off, I do sincerely hope things get better for you. And I hope one day I can stumble upon a post of yours or a thread and not feel like somehow I'd be being a ***** if I interacted with you. So I'm going to stop caring about things like that. Mako Tsunami+ -Name change? We had one conversation in our VMs. WHAT HAPPENED TO US, I THOUGHT YOU WERE SPECIAL. Mike I think you're just adorable. In a good way. I remember when I said you seemed like a nice/happy person and you were like, "NO I'M NOT." NeroTH - Nero = Devil May Cry? I don't know. NightofNights - Awesome name. Nubrian - I don't know what to say. NutheadBros - Erm... Shadox D. - I mix you up with this other member too. Your profile picture is cool. Shizzy - I've never really interacted with you, except for indirectly in massive MSN conversations. I know there was some crap that happened involving you and other people. but I wasn't involved, so I don't care. Your MSN status amuses me. sora is cute -Sora is sexy. Soras heartless - Eh. soras_promise - What promise was that? Spaze+ - SPAZE, MY DARLING LITTLE SISTER. I've told you this before, but I LOVE YOU. You're the most genuine person ever. D: You really are. You're the only girl I've gotten close to on KHV who I've never had any problems with. EVER. You're incredibly sweet, and I also appreciate how you message me on MSN all of the time even when I barely message you (or anyone for that matter). I really do appreciate the effort you make to keep a connection between us, and I'm going to start trying harder now. I don't want to lose you as a friend, or a sister. <3 Tєrrα+ - I'm going to stop pretending like I don't acknowledge your existence now. I think I'm to the point where you, and the other two members on this site I feel Internet-Socially awkward with now...I don't see any reason to be. So, I like your avatar. The color splashes make me happy. TheMagicalMisterMistoffelees - You're a good writer, and we've actually interacted before. That was pretty cool. tummer+ - I admire the way you stick so strongly behind your faith. I really do. I'm not that religious myself, anymore, but I really do think it's admirable of you to be such a proud Christian, if that makes sense. Twilight Knight+ - Horizon! <3 Besides that...Er. We're not that close, but I feel like we could be. xD Especially with your RP-ing and your J-rock fan ness. Twilight_Nobody13 - I really enjoy your posts in Supernatural. Luce's character is amusing. Undesirable Number 1 - Sexy name. Vєn+ We've been through hell and back, and it's really annoying and scarring. The thing is, I appreciate the efforts you've made to continue being my friend in terms of making up with me and everything. Even if sometimes I feel awkward, or timid like I'll **** up again somehow, I really, really, really do thank you for forgiving and even apologizing and such instead of being immature and brooding about your hate for me for forever. It's been really sweet of you. So I'm sorry for all of the crap that's happened, but your friendship means a lot to me, regardless. Ventus PSP Aqua - I'm hoping that PSP in there doesn't stand for Play Station Portable. Now that's I've wasted 45 minutes. I should work on SAT Prep. Oh, and to all of the Invisi's, lololol. <３
What the hell is going on? WHAT ARE PEOPLE VOTING FOR? OBAMA?! WHEN DID THE NEW HARRY POTTER TICKETS COME OUT?!?! AIFAOIFHAIOURHQIHTIE Someone help me understand the world today.
Main thread Here | OOC thread Here Hi! Even though this is the “Synchronicity” family, you don’t actually have to be in that role play to join. It’s more like a hang out and role play/writing workshop family. I know, I’m whoring out the graphics and Vocaloid but whatever. So yeah, come one come all. Advertise your role plays or prose shamelessly, ask for help and tutorials, and just have a family to be apart of. Talk about your day and plans; partake in friendly conversation and all of that good stuff. You don’t have to be anything but creative to join. SO, just get to fillin’ the below out and I’ll add you as a member of the family. :D Username: Member Title: (For here…Something like, “the big brother”, “that uncle who mooches off of everybody”, “The little sister” “THE LOLI!” “the brother who’s off at college and is barely around.”, “the aunt no one likes”…etc) Favorite color: If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Favorite spot in the house: (Living room, gaming room, kitchen…etc) Personality (one word/phrase): Favorite Eye Color: Favorite Hair Color: There aren’t many, considering the fact that…it’s a family. × No excessive swearing. Though I understand if that happens. × Just follow KHV’s rules. ._. × No drama! D: × Be sure to use a family member like "title". × I’ll add more later. >> Jayn Username: ℳαяια Uѕнιяσмιуα Member Title: The Mommy Favorite color: Purple If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Rocky Road Favorite spot in the house: The Music Room Favorite Eye Color: Blue Favorite Hair Color: Red Personality (one word/phrase):Dramatic Fuzzy B. Username: FuzzyBlueLights Member Title: The Daddy Favorite color: Purple If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Chocolate Favorite spot in the house: The Library Favorite Eye Color: Blue Favorite Hair Color: Red Personality (one word/phrase): Different LilBueno Username: LilBueno Member Title: The fun uncle. Favorite color: Blue If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: cookies and cream Favorite spot in the house: Game room Favorite Eye Color: Green Favorite Hair Color: Red Personality: Sarcastic. FireKeyBlade Username: Firekeyblade Member Title: The One About to Leave the Nest Favorite color: Aqua blue? If I were an ice cream flavor I’d be: Vanilla (Bueno stole my favorite) Favorite spot in the house: Game room Favorite Eye Color: Dark Brown Favorite Hair Color: Black Personality (one word/phrase): Hopeful Twilight Knight Username: Twilight Knight Member Title: The Artist Favorite color: White If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Birthday Cake Favorite Hair Color: White Favorite Eye Color: Blue Favorite spot in the house: Couch Personality: Imaginative Key Master Sora Username: Key master Sora Member Title: the daughter who loves you all! Favorite color: palegreen If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Eggnog Favorite spot in the house: gaming room Personality (one word/phrase): caring Favorite Eye Color: blue Favorite Hair Color: blonde P Username: P Member Title: The Difficult One. (Lol) Favorite colour: Green, I guess. If I were an Icecream flavour I’d be: British Favorite spot in the house: My room. Preferably behind a locked door. Personality (one word/phrase): Talk to me and find out. Favorite Eye Colour: 'Favourite' in what sense? Favorite Hair Colour: Again, in what sense? Spaze Username: Spaze Member Title: Eccentric Middle Child Favorite color: Turquoise or Teal. If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Pistachio Favorite spot in the house: Bedroom. Personality (one word/phrase): Introverted Favorite Eye Color: Gray Favorite Hair Color: Silver LunaCat Username: LunaCat Member Title: The pet cat that is plotting world domination! Muahahahaha--*cough* Favorite color: Blue-green If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Birthday Batter...But then I might eat myself. :x Favorite spot in the house: The computer room. Personality (one word/phrase): Completely, undoubtedly, and undeniably insane. Favorite Eye Color: Green Favorite Hair Color: Silver Vexen_Is_God Username: Vexen_Is_God Member Title: The Game Designer Goth Favorite color: Eggplant Purple/Black If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Peanut Butter Cup N' Creme Favorite spot in the house: Study Personality (one word/phrase): Gothy and Unique Favorite Eye Color: Brown Favorite Hair Color: Black HellKitten Username: HellKitten Member Title: The Priest That Babysits For Free Favorite color: Red If I were an Ice cream flavor I’d be: Phish Food without a doubt Favorite spot in the house: There's only one room and a bathroom in my house ;_; that one room then. Personality: In A World Gone Soft, Somebody Has To Be Hard. Favorite Eye Color: Reddish-brown Favorite Hair Color: Natural? Black. Artificially? Pink. Username: Fearless Member Title: The Supreme King ( *shot*) Favorite color: Dark Blue If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: EVERY FLAVOR EVER. Except Pistachio. Favorite spot in the house: The couch Personality (one word/phrase): Insane Favorite Eye Color: Blue Favorite Hair Color: Black User: Quorra Username: User: Quorra Member Title: The Shy One Favorite color: Purple If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Mint Chocolate Chip Favorite spot in the house: Game room Personality (one word/phrase): Loyal Favorite Eye Color: Blue Favorite Hair Color: Black Username: beautifulsiren Member Title: The Infinite Angel Favorite color: Violet If I were and Icecream flavor I’d be: Green Tea (: Favorite spot in the house: Bathroom Personality: A little bit of everything Favorite Eye Color: Blue Favorite Hair Color: Dark brown
Special thanks to FuzzyBlueLights. c: Accepted profiles, skeleton, faq found HERE. ¢яєαтσя'ѕ ησтє: PLEASE READ.(or just skim for the colored parts) THIS IS NOT A VOCALOID ROLE PLAY. I just used Vocaloid for the graphics. It's based off of a song. This role-play will work differently than the majority of my role-plays on this site. Firstly, I’m working with a slot system. This means that there are a limited amount of slots open for main characters, so if you are interested, I suggest you make a profile as soon as possible and post it, in the OOC lounge, link can be found above. PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR PROFILE HERE.. Secondly, I am not looking for lengthy profiles. Personally, I think that profiles (especially biographies) are a pain in the ass, and time consuming for no reason and to be frank, I don’t really care about your character’s personality, past and all of that. I’d much rather it be a surprise and let the posts and storyline speak for themselves. Secondly, if you want to join this role play, then join. Even if you're not sure. Whether you know me or the other role players or not, or you think I’m a terrible person or even if we’re mortal enemies for some reason that’s probably stupid, join. There will be a lot of benefits for you. I know that not most people on KHV are not on the same level in terms of skill, dedication or experience. What I’m planning on is to make a sort of community. There will be an MSN group, and of course the OOC thread and other methods of contact. There will be tutorials offered including graphics (the way I do banners and titles and such), how to BS a paragraph or two when there’s nothing to say/do, RP structure, how to recruit role-players without sounding like a forceful ******, and how to role play with a limited amount of people. Not to mention, you get more people to join your own role plays. Thirdly, whether it takes years, 4-5 different threads or even moving to a different site, this role play will finish. IT WILL FINISH. Even if you feel the need take weeks at a time to post, or have massive writers block, or the role-play stalls, it will FINISH. This includes myself. I have the habit of vanishing from my own role plays, which means that the people role playing with me should not be afraid to get on my ass about it. If my computer crashes, or I lose Internet service, I will put someone else in charge and give them instructions. Now this massive amount of commitment only really applies to the main characters. Also, even though I tend to write massive amounts of text, you are not required to. The minimum is one and a half paragraphs, including quotes. However, if there is nothing much to say/do I will post in the OOC forum some suggestions, and for the time, short / filler posts are permitted until I say otherwise. If you don't post in time to be a "main character", then all that means is that you create an OC that really has no relation to the main plot. They don't have a specific role to fill. Howeverrrr, there are "upgrades" available. Which means that if you are diligent and your character has enough depth, I will MAKE a "part" for you to play, so that you have a purpose for the entire role play. There will be some parts that I will play that I'm playing because I feel I have to, not because I want to. So if I take a part that you really wanted, you can come to me and fill out an application for that particular character. Don't be offended if you don't get them, I'm extremely picky and you'll have to pretty much take directions from me on what to do with them on a constant, so the plot goes as planned. At this point you might be thinking, “Holy crap, it’s a role-play, what’s wrong with you?†Well…I’m a visionary. ѕтσяу Why do I feel so empty? Why do I feel like I’ve lost something? Why do I find such comfort in a stranger’s voice? The quaint kingdom of Paradise faces a deadly crisis. There exists a dragon, eager to hunt down and kill villagers with no remorse. Only a dragon diva can calm and tame the wild beast, reducing it’s rage to nothing. A young woman is selected to sing prayers to the dragon and keep it in its place. The tradition is passed along and continues no matter how many young women are sacrificed to this “god". The young woman is trained and prepared all her life for this, sentenced to this fate until she starves or collapses from exhaustion. Law takes this tradition and validates it, making sure that the dragon never attempts to destroy the kingdom again, and this realm lives in constant fear of this all-powerful dragon. Because of the dragon’s influence over the kingdom, the realm’s main religion is “dragonismâ€, also known as the Draconic faith. The kingdom worships this dragon, and is generally more than happy to let these sacrifices carry on. That is, until a young boy decides that enough is enough. The fearless boy was separated from his twin sister at birth, and dedicates his life to finding and breaking this cruel cycle. Along the way, others began to rebel and join his side, traveling across the kingdom to the Cave of the Dragon, where the Diva remains waiting. No matter how frightening or violent things get, they will press onward, risking their life to end the tradition that has kept the kingdom safe all these years. …Why do I call a name I shouldn’t know? ι ∂ση'т gєт ιт. The goal of the role play is to save the Diva and end the awful cycle; Which will probably mean that the dragon will have to be slayed after so that the kingdom can live peacefully. Your job is to cooperate with the Hero in achieving this common goal. If you are a BAD GUY, your goal is bring down this group of people trying to ruin the cycle. You’re a heavy believer in Dragonism and think this is morally wrong and sinful. яσℓєѕ The King [MALE] [TAKEN BY FUZZYBLUELIGHTS] Spoiler The all powerful Fuzzy B. The Queen [FEMALE] [TAKEN BY JAYN] Spoiler The all powerful Jayn. The DIVA [FEMALE] [TAKEN BY JAYN] Spoiler When the D.I.V.A and her twin borther were born, soliders came to their door with a Royal Decree, and take the baby girl away, so that she will grow up to dance for the dragon. As of now, the chosen Diva dances and sings for this dragon. Though her and her brother were separated as babies and have therefore never actually met each other, it's important to note that because of mysterious powers of twin telepathy, they are not only aware of each other's existence, but also receive periodic visions and impressions of each other's appearance, voice, and personality. This is why the Hero is able to fight so desperately for a sister he has never met, and why she can hope with such confidence that her brother will come and save her. They may never have met, but this is not to say that they don't know each other. The Dragon [FEMALE] [TAKEN BY FEARLESS] Spoiler She was actually a dragon herself once, an exceptionally powerful and magical one who had the ability to periodically take on a human form. Long ago, she was enslaved by the priests of dragonism, who put a mask on her that not only forced her to stay in human form, but also blurred her memory of being a dragon and allowed them to control her. *Key Things: She can summon "Shadow Creatures", beings who attack the others. She too will change sides, towards the end, when someone breaks her mask. The Oracle [FEMALE] [TAKEN BY P] Spoiler Not only a noble, but also a priestess (sometimes called an "Prophetess") of dragonism. Fundamentally, this means that she will stop at nothing to make sure that the Dragon Diva system continues undisturbed. Despite her devotion, she actually knows less about the dragon and the system surrounding then most of them. *Key Things: She switches sides somewhere in there. She can preform very basic magic, and has visions. The Mercenary/Jester [TAKEN BY LILBUENO] Spoiler He is a traveling “trickster†who also seems to double as a mercenary, given his apparent fighting ability. Not much is known about him or his past. He is undoubtedly an ally to the Hero and gang, using his profession to get close to the kingdom and the King and Queen. He disguises his immense fighting knowledge with that of a simple jester. *Key Things: He has immense knowledge of the castle. He's probably the best fighter among them. The Scholar [MALE] [TAKEN BY TWILIGHT KNIGHT] Spoiler A scholar and dragonism expert serving at the Oracle’s court. Long ago, when he was a child, his grandfather was the kingdom's leading expert on dragonism, and the only living person to know all of the dragon's secrets. After his grandfather's death, he and his mother were invited to come live at court, since it was known that the old scholar had been grooming his grandson to be his successor. His mother, for unknown reasons, committed suicide by throwing herself off the palace roof. His status as a dragonism expert probably explains his involvement in the Oracle’s plans, given the latter's apparent obsession with the faith. After he decides that he will no longer help her, is arrested, and is subsequently rescued and brought into the main group. He puts his knowledge of the dragon to good use as he aids in his quest to break the Draconic cycle. *Key Things: He, of course, changes sides and rebels and is imprisoned. He’s an expert on Dragonism, but also has awesome fighting skills. He may have had feelings for the “oracleâ€. The Knight [FEMALE] [TAKEN BY FIREKEYBLADE] Spoiler She was the daughter of a noble, while her best friend was a commoner, and, in the time before their eventual separation, both were very good candidates to become the next Dragon Diva. Since her best friend came from a less prestigious family than her, she was the one who ended up being chosen, even though, had social classes not factored into the equation, the Knight would have been the more likely candidate. The knight urged her friend to refuse her burden, to run away, to do everything in her power not to become the next Diva. Unfortunately, as her best friend knew, if this were to happen, the mantle of the Diva would fall, without question, on the Knight herself, so her best friend chose to accept her fate, despite the grim future that she knew was awaiting her. To this day, even after her best friends death, the Knight blames herself for the sacrifice her friend made for her, finding solace only in the grief of her loss, and the anger at the culture of dragonism for causing it. During their fight, Meiko realizes that the Hero is just like her, in that he only wants to rescue his sibling, and she would have done exactly the same thing if she had the chance. *Key things: She eventually turns her sword to the Oracle, realizing that she lied to her. яυℓєѕ ☨ I am Goddess. Don’t backsass me, my rules go and I have the right to add more or modify. ☨ No godmodding. If you don’t know what that word means, leave. Now. ☨ At least five sentences a post. That’s a small paragraph, you can do it. ☨ No killing anyone without permission from both me and the person. ☨ Don’t spam this thread with questions. If you have one, please take it to the OOC lounge. ☨ No excessive cussing. There’s no need. ☨ Sex goes to PM, MSN, somewhere else. I’d rather not even go there. If you feel this RP is so arousing that you must mention some kind of sex scene, skip to the “morning afterâ€. ☨ If you feel you need an extra big of guidance, don't be afraid to put your RP level a bit lower. It's okay. I'm here to help, that's the point. I'll give you a lot more leeway if you're honest with me. ☨ And again, for the sake of my nerves and to prevent a seizure, please use some kind of pretty color for your font. Nothing hard too dark, nothing too blinding, or default. ☨ I am requiring you to use something to signify someone is speaking For example: The girl walked over to the guy. “Hey, what’s up?†Then went on about their business. ☨ If you’re leaving, going to disappear, tell me. ☨READ THE ROLEPLAY. THIS IS IMPORTANT AND ESSENTIAL. DO IT. ALL OF IT. READ. I WILL GIVE YOU SO MUCH HELL IF YOU DIDN’T READ AND END UP DOING SOMETHING I SAID NOT TO.
Skeleton, Story, Roles, Simple explanation, Rules found HERE. | Family found [Here] | ¢яєαтσя'ѕ ησтє: PLEASE READ.(or just skim for the colored parts) THIS IS NOT A VOCALOID ROLE PLAY. I just used Vocaloid for the graphics. It's based off of a song. This role-play will work differently than the majority of my role-plays on this site. Firstly, I’m working with a slot system. This means that there are a limited amount of slots open for main characters, so if you are interested, I suggest you make a profile as soon as possible and post it, in the OOC lounge, link can be found above. PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR PROFILE HERE.. Secondly, I am not looking for lengthy profiles. Personally, I think that profiles (especially biographies) are a pain in the ass, and time consuming for no reason and to be frank, I don’t really care about your character’s personality, past and all of that. I’d much rather it be a surprise and let the posts and storyline speak for themselves. Secondly, if you want to join this role play, then join. Even if you're not sure. Whether you know me or the other role players or not, or you think I’m a terrible person or even if we’re mortal enemies for some reason that’s probably stupid, join. There will be a lot of benefits for you. I know that not most people on KHV are not on the same level in terms of skill, dedication or experience. What I’m planning on is to make a sort of community. There will be an MSN group, a KHV Family (if enough join) and of course the OOC thread and other methods of contact. There will be tutorials offered including graphics (the way I do banners and titles and such), how to BS a paragraph or two when there’s nothing to say/do, RP structure, how to recruit role-players without sounding like a forceful ******, and how to role play with a limited amount of people. Not to mention, you get more people to join your own role plays. Thirdly, whether it takes years, 4-5 different threads or even moving to a different site, this role play will finish. IT WILL FINISH. Even if you feel the need take weeks at a time to post, or have massive writers block, or the role-play stalls, it will FINISH. This includes myself. I have the habit of vanishing from my own role plays, which means that the people role playing with me should not be afraid to get on my ass about it. If my computer crashes, or I lose Internet service, I will put someone else in charge and give them instructions. Now this massive amount of commitment only really applies to the main characters. Also, even though I tend to write massive amounts of text, you are not required to. The minimum is one and a half paragraphs, including quotes. However, if there is nothing much to say/do I will post in the OOC forum some suggestions, and for the time, short / filler posts are permitted until I say otherwise. If you don't post in time to be a "main character", then all that means is that you create an OC that really has no relation to the main plot. They don't have a specific role to fill. Howeverrrr, there are "upgrades" available. Which means that if you are diligent and your character has enough depth, I will MAKE a "part" for you to play, so that you have a purpose for the entire role play. There will be some parts that I will play that I'm playing because I feel I have to, not because I want to. So if I take a part that you really wanted, you can come to me and fill out an application for that particular character. Don't be offended if you don't get them, I'm extremely picky and you'll have to pretty much take directions from me on what to do with them on a constant, so the plot goes as planned. At this point you might be thinking, “Holy crap, it’s a role-play, what’s wrong with you?” Well…I’m a visionary. ѕкєℓєтση Name: Age: Role: [From the list, please] Bio: Personality: Appearance: Other: Dedication Level: [1, 2, 3, 4; 4 being highest.] RP Skill: [Beginner, Light, Standard, Heavy, I don’t know] Faction: [Good, bad, in-between] Short and sweet please, not looking for anything huge. αccєρтє∂ Name: Klaire Cross Age: 19 Role: DIVA Bio: When the D.I.V.A and her twin borther were born, soliders came to their door with a Royal Decree, and take the baby girl away, so that she will grow up to dance for the dragon. As of now, the chosen Diva dances and sings for this dragon. Though her and her brother were separated as babies and have therefore never actually met each other, it's important to note that because of mysterious powers of twin telepathy, they are not only aware of each other's existence, but also receive periodic visions and impressions of each other's appearance, voice, and personality. This is why the Hero is able to fight so desperately for a sister he has never met, and why she can hope with such confidence that her brother will come and save her. They may never have met, but this is not to say that they don't know each other. Appearance: http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e267/Koibito49/172490.jpg Other: I'm just going to be lazy and use the bios I already wrote. xD; Dedication Level: 4 RP Skill: Standard/Heavy Name: Sync Age: 2500+ Role: Dragon Bio: She was actually a dragon herself once, an exceptionally powerful and magical one who had the ability to periodically take on a human form. Long ago, she was enslaved by the priests of dragonism, who put a mask on her that not only forced her to stay in human form, but also blurred her memory of being a dragon and allowed them to control her. Later down the road after a firece encounter with the hero, Klad manages to break the mask. Appearance: http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e267/Koibito49/245331.jpg Other: Taken~ Dedication Level: 4 RP Skill: Standard/Heavy Name: Celio Nuvola di Angelo Age: 19 Role: Mercenary/Jester Bio: Celio's past is a secret, most of it not known to even him. His earliest memory is becoming a castle guard when he was a young black-haired teenager with brown eyes. Over the years, he became one of the most elite guards. He was trusted with taking the Diva to the Cave of the Dragon. However, upon getting there, he witnessed the skeletal remains of the last few Divas and had a change of heart, wishing to protect the Diva instead of condemning her to the same fate. He attacked the dragon. He, of course, was no match. In the battle, the dragon tore off his right arm. However, instead of letting him bleed to death or finishing him off, the dragon cursed him. Celio woke up on the edge of a lake, completely fine, the next day. Upon seeing his reflection, he realized his hair was silver and his were now a bright blue. Even worse, his right arm was replaced with a demonic looking arm. He soon realized this arm had super strength, but the more he used it, the more it hurt. Before long, he realized the arm was somehow taking control of his body over time. The worst part is that he can't remember the events leading up to his curse: his childhood before being a castle guard is erased completely from his mind, his years as a guard are blurred, and the Diva and their journey and fight with the dragon are also gone from his memory, leaving him clueless as to how he ended up cursed. His arm is now covered completely by bandages, a glove, and the sleeve of his coat. He's trying to return back to the castle, looking for answers, traveling as a street performer on the way. Personality: Honorable, but quick with a joke. Celio's two life philosophies are to protect people and keep them happy. However, he would rather deal with a disagreement with his fists or sword since he hates verbal conflicts. He doesn't like talking about his past since his memories give him headache or about his curse. He's a natural born liar and is extremely energetic. Appearance: http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a442/Mr_Pohls_Demon/Charakters/Nero4.jpg Other: Whenever he takes his cursed arm to the limits or when his emotions spiral out of control, his cursed arm and both his eyes glow bright blue. Dedication Level: 4 RP Skill: Standard Faction: Good Name: Emile Lapieal Age: 20 Role: Scholar Bio: Emile has been fascinated with the Dragon ever since he was a child. He devoted his whole life to studying the great beast. He always asked his grandfather questions and studied his notes for hours on end until falling asleep at his grandfather's desk. At 15, on the day his grandfather was on his death bed, his last words were- "I've figured it out... obsession..." And with those words he died. Emile weeped for only a moment. He still continued to study and do research in the palace his grandfather left him. At 16, he was recruited to work with the Oracle. His did his very best to help her. As his research into the Dragon and the religion itself continued, Emile finally realized what his grandfather's last words meant. Humans were obsessed with this religion because of their own selfish greed to live. Humans were cruel enough to constantly sacrifice people in an effort to keep themselves from dying. He saw the logic in this. Kill one, and everyone else lives. But one person dies and never gets to have a normal life. All life is sacred, and humans have no right to kill their own or anything else for that matter. When his mother committed suicide, he became a shut-in. Never coming out for anything but food or a pencil or two. After days of being locked in his room, he finally came out. He'd grown. Now 17, he continued to watch over the Oracle. He pitied her. She didn't even know the truth. She was beautiful but blind. After another year of research he figured out the truth. He tried to tell her the truth but wouldn't listen. He told the Oracle he no longer wished to work for this so called "religion" if she couldn't see the truth. Of course he was thrown in prison for his heresy. In prison, he learned how to fight from the inmates. He became very, very, very good at it. After he is broken out by the rebels, he begins to work with them to stop the Draconic Cycle. Personality: After his mother died he became very anti-social to everyone but the Oracle. After loosing his mother, he vowed to protect anyone he cared about because he feared of loosing them, just like his mother. He doesn't really like to discuss his new research. He's quiet but his actions speak louder than words. Appearance: http://images.ados.fr/bd-manga/photo/hd/3165290316/vocaloid/kamui-gakupo-15965853c0.jpg Other: In prison he learned an extremely deadly technique. It's called the "Death Claw". It involves using the Silat style of fighting to trick the opponent into thinking he is ill-trained. When the opponent has let his guard down, he thrusts his fist through the enemy's heart and crushes it. Dedication Level: 4 RP Skill: Standard Faction: In-between Name: Meiko Vermillion Age: 21 Role: [From the list, please] Knight Bio:Meiko was born into a very prominent family that served the Oracle. When she was young, she was best friends with a girl named Teto. That was a happier time for Meiko, full of the wonder and innocence of childhood. However, the most recent Diva had died and the Oracle was looking for another Diva immediately. The choice came down to Teto and Meiko and Teto was chosen instead of Meiko, because Meiko's family urged the Oracle to choose Teto instead and most of the other upstanding members of society agreed. And so Teto was taken instead of Meiko. Meiko never forgave herself for what happened, blaming herself for her best friend's certain death. She was raised to be a knight to serve the Oracle and having served and trained for quite some time, she undoubtedly is a swordswoman who has one of the most skilled swordsmanship in the land. For a while she had been serving the Oracle without question until the Hero came to challenge her. During Meiko's duel with the Hero, where it was obvious she had more skill, she suddenly turned against the Oracle, touched by the Hero's courage to stand up against the Draconic system and try to save the Diva. Personality:Extremely loyal and devoted. She is a knight after all. Even though she knows that her skill with a sword is pretty great, she never boasts about it and is very humble. She has a lot of faith in the Hero in that he will surely save the Diva with help. Despite the grim outlook of the quest, Meiko never loses hope. She tends to be a tense, no nonsense kind of person, and dislikes practical jokes, which is no help with a jester around. Maybe she will loosen up later on. Appearance: http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/8571/meiko.jpg Other: She likes to drink. A lot. Dedication Level: [1, 2, 3, 4; 4 being highest.] 3 RP Skill: [Beginner, Light, Standard, Heavy, I don’t know] Standard maybe. Faction: [Good, bad, in-between] Good Name: Klad(Kladamire) Age: 19 Role: Hero Bio: Klad was normal. As normal as a twin could be. But then the visions started, flashes of dresses. Of the inside of the castle. Loneliness so intense that it could only be matched by the kind he'd been feeling since he understood what the word meant. Kladamire is honest in all that he does, a bit sheltered lifestyle and his honesty made him not too popular with the other kids and eventually teenagers. So he's a bit naive and innocent but once he finds out that something will bring him anything about his sister, be it information or simple directions, he becomes a warrior, through and through. A long sword that belong to their father now belongs to him. Simply because it was passed down from Father to Son, his fighting style is a mixture of his father's and his own. Personality: As he nears his sister his motivation is enhanced. Every choice he makes, he makes it to get one step closer to his sister. But over all, he is the epitome of Light. Appearance:http://www.zerochan.net/77476 Other: Is uncomfortable when conversations about the dragon are started. Or anything to do with the dragonic religion and the people involved in it. Dedication Level: 4 RP Skill: Fluctuates between Heavy and Standard. Faction: Good Name: Pythia Age: Middle aged (~30) Role: Oracle Bio: The usual Oracle deal. Chosen from an aristocratic family and well educated in geography, politics, history, philosophy, and the arts. When sitting in her cave one day, doing the usual prophesying business, she has a vision of someone going to fight the dragon. Personality: Stern. Appearance: Spoiler Other: I also dislike profiles. A book does not have a description of all the characters in the beginning. The reader discovers it as they go along. It's the same with people in day-to-day life. Dedication Level: 2.5 RP Skill: Standard Faction: Dragonism. Name: Rin Age: 21 Role: None so far~ Bio: Rin is a peasant. Well, not exactly the type that makes a living shovelling dung, because that would just be a bit too pitiful, but the farming type. He lived with his father and mother in a small little cottage out in the more rural areas. His life, while rather quaint, was good. However, one day he heard people talking of a dragon in town, and this time he stopped to listen. What he heard frightened the living daylights out of him. The dragon would come and kill them all if it had the chance? The only way to keep it locked up was to have a girl sing to it constantly? However, instead of fearing for that poor girl, his more selfish concerns made him feel glad that the Divas were keeping the dragon away. He began to show interest in such subjects, much to his parents' dislike, for they wanted him to stay on the farm, and not go into the more urban areas. This did not help him at all, of course. He started to dream of the dragon, and those dreams soon turned into horrific nightmares. One night, tired of his parents' discipline and compelled by his desire to learn more of the dragon, he ran away from home. He was 12 then, not even close to being a young man. Of course, it wasn't like the town was some utopia of goodness and light. He lived in the streets for some time, living off the few scraps he could get and the sights he saw. This place was much more fabulous in its trinkets, its magic, its items than the countryside; but the only downsides were the inhabitants. Rude, loud, and just plain undesirable people, Rin stayed away from them as much as he could. However, he couldn't hide forever. Taking up the job of a waiter at a local inn, he soon found out that he wasn't exactly suited for the job. Clumsy and unable to carry multiple trays, and just a bit too timid to ask beefy visitors out of the way, he was soon confined to only bringing food to guests staying in their rooms. This was an hidden turn of fate for the boy, because one night he was asked to bring rather lavish meals to a certain guest. This guest turned out to be one of the Draconic priests. Rin did not know this, of course, and in what is probably one of the worst moments in his life, he dropped the priest's glass of wine. Oddly enough, the man did not scold him. Instead, he quite literally offered to buy him from the innkeeper, and take him on as his apprentice. And thus at age 17, a third chapter of his life began. Rin was taken into the temple for his training, which began the very next day he arrived. At first, his new master did not put him through rigorous sessions to become a guard or monk, nor did he force him to study book after book to become a scholar. All he did was answer the boy's questions. What does the beast look like? Why does it need to be appeased? All questions were answered with the calm, wise patience of one who has done this many times before. Of course, it wasn't like they mentioned too much about the Diva. It would be too much for the apprentice. After about a month of clearing Rin up on the layout of the temple, what the priests did, what Dragonism really was, his master then knew it was time to test the roles the boy could be useful for. However, he failed pretty much everything. He could hardly hold up a sword, and he was too easily distracted for the role of a scholar. And so, he was assigned the job of a delivery boy. Through this he basically acted as a messenger between the priests throughout various towns, due to the fact that it wasn't safe for them anymore. Oh, speaking of that...At age 20, once he learned of the rebels, he swore that he would stop them one day, no matter what the cost, and has begun training so he would be ready for that day... Personality: In all honesty, Rin isn't exactly the courageous postman that travels through hail, sleet or snow just to deliver his special messages. He naturally timid and is prone to getting frightened easily and jumping at things. If a big, scary monster tried to attack him, he would freeze up like a deer in headlights, to say the least. He still has nightmares about the dragon, and is slightly paranoid that one day the beast itself will swoop down from the sky to kill him. He is quite clumsy and forgetful, to say the least, and is constantly breaking or losing one thing or another. He is also very naive, and this had made him quite an easy recruit for the Draconic priesthood. Blinded by lies and the promise of safety, he will do anything to protect what he values, which is himself and the religion. Of course, this not only brings up the fact that he is surprisingly selfish, but also that under all that cowardice lies a stubborn determination. The real question is, will that determination get him killed or not...? Appearance: Here~ Other: The product of video game music, and quite a bit of procrastination--I mean thinking! XD Dedication Level: 3.5. I'm usually only on during weekdays, though I will be able to come on at some times during the weekends. RP Skill: Standard to Heavy...it all really depends. Faction: Leaning towards bad. Name: Kolina Dúcume Age: 17 Role: The Princess Bio: The daughter of King and Queen Dúcume of the royal family. You'd think that she would have the life to be envied by others, but that is not the case for Kolina. Her parents are cruel and harsh, expecting her to be perfect at everything and have no flaws. She always despises them for going along perfectly with the Dragonism religion like nothing's wrong with it. They aren't the ones getting sacrificed to the dragon, so they don't care what happens. Recently, Kolina has been told by her parents that she is to have an arranged marriage soon or be banished from the kingdom. Not wanting to either to happen, she decided to run away... Appearance: http://www.zerochan.net/289242 Other: Kolina seems to have some kind of siren-like magic. Whenever she sings any type of song, she's able to sooth the minds of others and keep them calm. However, if she sings a song backwards while a person listens, then their mind can temporarily be controlled by her. This drains a nice amount of energy from Kolina. She dislikes the Oracle. Dedication Level: 3.5 c: RP Skill: I don’t know Faction: Good Name: Kasha Dwyre Age: 16 Role: N/A Bio: Kasha grew up moving from family to family the majority of her life. She shares little about her past but one thing is known for sure. She was given the ability to shift forms into a dire wolf by a the dragon, Sync. Her memory is hazy about how it happened. She can't even remember Sync gave her the power. However, she does have nightmares about being dared to go into the rumored Cave of the Dragon by some children. After that, she would see only a giant scaled and claws paw come down on her and then black. Kasha uses this form to her advantage when she feels as she has done so in the past to survive. Kasha is a free-spirit and while she likes to be around others, she prefers to be on her own. She has been known to follow groups of people from a distance if they are headed the way she is. Kasha is always on the move, as she had a hard time staying in one place for too long. Her memory is starting to come back to her though as she has been hearing about the alleged dragon that must be sung to in order to stay calm. Kasha has recently started a journey to find Sync and to know the truth of who gave her this ability. Personality: Kasha is free-spirited and independent. She has a dominant energy about her when she is around others. She has a kind and gentle heart at times but can be very headstrong. Kasha is brave but at the same time very cautious. Appearance: Kasha has dark brown hair and reddish-brown eyes. She has tan skin and stands at about 5' 3". The teen wears an purple, hooded cloak as a sign of royalty that she is not and black boots. Other: Her dire wolf appearance is a sorrel wolf with a tan snout, front legs, belly and a streak of tan that starts at the back of her legs and stretch down to her toes. Her wolf form stands at about 4' 9" and has bright golden eyes. Dedication Level: 3 RP Skill: Standard/I don't know Faction: in-between Name:Cedric Archer Kenneth Age:20 Role:Peasant/Blacksmith [no real role in the quest yet] Bio:"Archer", as he'd rather be called, grew up in a lower to middle class household. His father drank a little but other than that, nothing extraordinary happen. Until one day a strange group of men came knocking on Archer's door. They introduced themselves as monks of the order of dragonism and said they had been observing all the young boys in the city, and Archer was one of the few they had selected to pass down the order to. Needless to say his parents were thrilled, and Archer was only 5 so he was swept along into the monastery to begin his teachings. Once he reached the age of 10, he was considered to be ready for the next stage and was taken through some rather painful initiation rights, one of which was to tattoo a dragon on his right arm. Archer was less than pleased but he didn't want to let his family down. 2 years passed and he was now ready to make the move from living at his house to living with the other monks. As he was going through the things at his house, he stumbled upon a strange picture. The closer he looked, he realized that it was himself and a small girl, older than he, playing together in a field. The two young children looked remarkably similar and Archer felt uneasy. He confronted his father and mother about it, pushing until they finally broke and told him. He had an older sister. She had been taken when he was just 2 because the other DIVA had died unexpectedly. Since she was 5 it was very unorthodox so everything had been kept a secret. His sister had been trained and danced as the previous DIVA. Horror hit Archer full in the face as it dawned on him that his sister was probably now dead. He broke from the order and ran away, living on the streets and hiding from anyone who tried to take him back. A kind blacksmith took him in when he was 17 and made him his apprentice. Its now been 3 years and the blacksmith has retired and moved to the country, leaving his forge and small apartment in the city to Archer. He lives there alone and plots. He wants desperately to get revenge on the people who took his sister to die, and the dragon as well. Personality:Archer is a loner type, although not by choice. He enjoys company, but is rather awkward socially because he never had any friends at the monastery. One thing Archer is, though, is loyal. He works hard to make sure every horseshoe, weapon, and tool is made or mended properly and tries to only charge what he needs to live with. He cares more about others than himself but still rejects religion and gets quiet and uncomfortable when someone mentions it. Appearance: http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae250/BlaziaDragon/Anime Boy/animeboy1-1.jpg Other:He has a stable attached to his forge where people can put up their horses while he makes the shoes, but normally living there anyway are his gypsy vanner(horse) named Dancer and the mutt that lives with him named Pooka. Dedication Level: 2.5/3 RP Skill: Beginner/I don't know Faction: Good/Neutral ƒαq I suck and didn't read the role play, is this vocaloid-based? No, it is not. The story is simply based off of a song. The appearances do not have to be Vocaloid, nor do the names or anything like that. I've never role played before, can I still join or will you smite me? No. The purpose it to also help beginners get better, if they request the help. Are powers allowed for OC's? Not unless you PM me about it and I decide to let you have them, depending on your character and dedication level. I hate you. If I join, will we have to be all buddy buddy? No. Strictly bizness. If you need help or something, I'll still be the main one answering your questions. Let's just be mature about it. I really want to be in this RP, but all of the spots are filled. You are allowed to make an OC, however, they won't be traveling like the others will be unless you're character is so amazing that I make it a "role". I have an idea for a plot twist, do I just post it? No, please consult me first. Just in case. Who controls date/weather/time? I do. c: I have a lot of other role plays that I'm in, but I want to join. You can always join "later", if you wanted. That and like I said, the pace for the RP will vary A LOT. It'll be ongoing, even if that means sequels and such. So, just put your dedication level as low and we'll work something out. I wanted to be a character who's taken, but that person hasn't posted in forever. Can I steal the character? Yes, actually. Characters CAN be stolen. Just PM me. Can you teach me how to format and make banners and stuff, even if I don't join? That would bother me, to be honest. Please join, or join the family for access to those things of things. I won't be posting them here but will instead provide links to my information and techniques. I want a certain character, but their gender is different! HALP. Some of the storylines/bios only fit a certain gender. However, if you want someone like the Oracle, who is female (and you're male) and no one has claimed them yet, then talk to me. c: Do we know everyone? Not yet. The group will meet each other along the way.
Been up since 10am doing my hair for the Homecoming dance and a party. And I'm not even done yet. Edit: I'm beginning to wonder if this was worth it.
9x-7i > 3(3x-7u) Let's see who gets it.
You're finally legal. ;D Yes, that's a cake. <3 ♪ Happy Happy Birthday, from all of us to you, blahblahblahblahblahblahblah, too yay! ♪ You'll have more surprises from me later 'today' but, here's a little something for now.
For all who care; (If you don't, gtfo of my thread) Why? I'm leaving for a variety of reasons. No, these reasons don't apply to everyone or to the site itself. 1. There's just no point of getting on anymore. Everyone I talk to frequently has my number or email. 2. Getting worked up and upset over stupid internet drama just isn't worth it. 3. Serious problems in real life with family and friends. 4. With very, very few exceptions (like one person), everyone I've gotten close to on this site has caused me heartache, vice-versa. I just want to forget ever meeting certain people. Lesson learned life, can't trust anyone. I liked you. :c (or not) Janime: You are that one person who I still trust. xD You're the sweetest thing ever and I'll miss you. Zeonark: I wish we could have talked more, but I'll see you on Youtube sometime. What?: I always enjoyed our little talks, and I'll never forget you saying happy birthday to me. You don't know how much that made my day. ;_; Xephos: I feel bad, since we stopped talking much too and you were sweet. I'll miss my kitty. c: Periwinkle: You're a very down-to-earth person, and I enjoyed talking to you. You're seriously like my sister. Roxas: Livejournal, ftw? Foofy: Family. <3 Aura: Thanks for being there to talk to, even though we pissed each other off. Let's hope this ends the cycle for you. P: You were awesome, intelligent, and helpful. Thank you. <3 Hellkitten: ... *Nudge, nudge* Rayku: Did we ever finish that game? ... Oh well. xD Good luck with college and stuff. CtR: I have to admit, I used to not like you very much before you and I actually talked. It was similar to the Twilight situation for a number of people. They dislike the hype. D; But now I think you're so sweet. <3 I'll miss youuuu. You were nice to talk to, and helped me try to see things more positively. Thank youuuu. What about me? To everyone I didn't mention, it could mean one of a few things. A) Fuck you. Trying to forget you the hardest. B) I totally forgot and am sincerely sorry. ;___; D) We weren't close enough. E) Who are you? F) You don't care. xD Have fun musing over that. Moosik? Stowies? ROLE-PLAY?!?! I'll be posting my stories on Livejournal from now on, so shoot me an email if you want it. As for my music, I'll be uploading most of it to Youtube. (LittleJayneyCakes). You can message me there also. Now for Role-play, all I can say is sorry. ;D Bye. <3 Goodbye, KHV. Also won't be getting onto MSN messenger anymore. I'll check my emails sometimes. I won't be getting onto Facebook, to avoid my father. I'll miss most of you. ;_; This is the last thread I'm making here, regardless of if I pop back in the check messages or something in the future. 8D /Dramaticexit
Homeƒront The Roleplay I n t r o d u c t i o n The war has been dragging on for ten years now, leaving devastating results in its wake. Most of Earth’s population has forgotten what it means to have a home, much less a family. Even the greatest of empires have crumbled and order has been replaced by chaos all over the world. There is no more government. There are no more laws. Only corrupted morals remain. The world has been plunged into a fierce, competitive game of survival that no one sees an end to. Though idealists and the most hopeful of poet’s dream of a better world, only few know of the hidden power buried beneath the earth’s soil. Ever since the beginning of time, humans have been possessed by an unsatisfiable greed dubbed as sin. Nations have fought and struggled over power and territory, but for what? Unknown to them, what caused these desires was an ancient jewel. A jewel left behind by the Divine ones, the first race to ever live on the planet. The jewel holds the power to create and to destroy, granting a god’s power to those who use it. Those who know of it search for it aimlessly, for the jewel picks those to lead to its location itself. Very few have received the call, but the ones who have are known as the Diviners. Among the chaos, there are various alliances created. These alliances were formed originally as small militias, dedicated to protecting themselves against others. However, as legend of the jewel resurfaced, Alliances were made devoted to finding the jewel. In a matter of time, it became an arms race. (Put “Where is your boy tonight?†Somewhere in your first post.) T h e L y t h o s A l l i a n c e No one has found the jewel yet, but the Lythos Alliance seems close. Equipped with the efficient technology, weapon power, and knowledge of the jewel, Lythos is dedicated to locating the jewel. Though each member has their own reasons and intentions, the small organization welcomes all whom would be valuable. They don’t stand for justice or freedom. Nor do they vow to protect the rights of human beings or defend the innocent. Their sole objection is to finding the jewel. The alliance has three Diviners, and unlike most Alliances, they do not capture unwilling Diviners and force them to lead the way. They do not have a particular base, as they travel all over the world. However, they commonly rest in safe spots and the few remaining Inns. (Put “To love and be loved in return.†Somewhere in your first post) W e a p o n s Also, with the emergence of Alliances, weapons also began surfacing around the entire world. These weapons became the strength of the Alliances. Though lying around in most places, these weapons were not up for grabs. Upon joining an Alliance, pledges were made. You could only join if you were chosen by a weapon. The weapons could be anything from a rocket launcher to a baseball bat, and if the weapon wasn’t right for you, it would repel you. If your own intentions do not match up with that of your weapons, it will overtake you in a second. Many humans die not from each other’s hands, but from their own once their weapons overcome them. Ru l e s v No excessive swearing. v Only THREE Diviners. Remember, Diviners are those whom can sense how close the Jewel is. v No Godmodding. If I see it, I’m warning you. v No sex. Seriously, that’s obvious. Anything over PG-13 goes to PM or MSN. v Please, please, please don’t keep messaging me about this RP. It irritates me to no end when people feel the need to nit-pick at everything. If you have a suggestion or a question, it’s alright to ask. But if you’re just bringing up random crap then I don’t need to hear it. v No killing anyone else’s character without permission. v No **’s for actions. If I see it, there’s no way I’m adding you to this RP. v Put “I am the god, Oyashiro.†In your first post somewhere. v No one liner. Period. No one sentence posts, if I see it, I’m warning you ONCE. v The same goes for unrelated OOC’s. Ex. “OOC: I had nothing to say.†I don’t care. There’s no need to tell me. Same thing with, “OOC: Going to bed. Night.†I don’t care if you’re going to sleep, go to sleep. Why do you have to make an announcement? D: v Please, don’t post your “appearance†as an image. Post it as a link to the image. v I am the ruler of this RP. Don’t question my methods. *Backhands* v Also, if you don’t put the thing(s) I told you to put into your first post, I’m ignoring your post completely. Yes. I will. No friendly, “read the RP†warning either, unless I like you. I’m ignoring you. This is serious business. Ch a r a c t e r Sk e l e t o n Played by: Appearance: Name: Age: Diviner? Why did you/ do you want to join Lythos? Weapon: Personality: Bio: Ac c e p t e d Ch a r a c t e r s Played By: Lovely-Chan. Spoiler Appearance: here Name: Klaire Cross. Age: Nineteen. Diviner? Yes. Why did you/do you want to join Lythos? The Lythos alliance helped her escape an alliance that held her captive as their personal tool when she was only eleven years of age. At first, they were planning on abandoning her in a “safer†area, but she ended up tagging along with them anyways. Weapon: Not one for violence; Klaire hasn’t gone out of her way to search for a weapon herself. She believes that if she’s meant to have a weapon, she will find one on her way. She relies mainly on the other members of the alliance to protect her and is a very rare exception to the “must have a weapon to join†rule. This is mainly due to the fact that they need her as a Diviner. Personality: By nature, Klaire is a very loving and gentle person, though she can be frightening when she’s angry. She keeps to herself about most things and doesn’t speak unless she feels it’s necessary, but she’s loyal and honest. She loves nature and animals and even in the midst of chaos, she’ll go out of her way to recognize the beauty. Bio: As a child, she grew up in a small town several hours from the city. Her parents were barely around and she had no siblings. Klaire spent most of her days tending to her beautiful garden outside of her house and taking care of her kitten, Kanon. She depended on her garden to bring her happiness and comfort her during lonely times. As time passed, she devolved a strong love for nature and animals and a general dislike of the ones who ruined them. Two years before the war, both of her parents passed. This didn’t particularly ail her in anyway, considering her distance from them, but she was forced to move out into the city and attend an all-girl boarding school. She was quiet and kept to herself there, not having much experience in communication. The students were often cruel to her, calling her names and picking on her for no real reason other than she was different. She tolerated it, though she began to wonder about the reason for her existence. As the war started and began to drag on, everything she knew once again was flipped around. She was frightened, wandering the world alone. She was a young and naive girl at the time, so of course as alliances began to emerge, she stumbled aimlessly about among them trying to find a friend and a place to belong. She was eleven-years-old when the DareDevils alliance found her. She was slumped up against a wall in an alleyway, whispering to herself, asking the jewel to quiet down. She had no idea how to control it. The voice hadn’t even appeared until after the war had started. The leader of the alliance had her kidnapped and captured, enslaved to them. The Lythos alliance found her months later and for no apparent reason, saved her life and freed her. Ever since then, though not an offical member, she has willingly aided them. Played by: Arch Spoiler Appearance: http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii45/ArchAwesome1/Arashi2.jpg Name: Valin Age: Twenty Diviner? No. Why did you/ do you want to join Lythos? As soon as war broke out, his parents joined Lythos thinking it to be the only way to survive. Naturally, Valin was brought along being only a child at the time. He grew up knowing loyalty to no other alliance. Weapon: A longsword. Personality: I am the god, Oyashiro. …Kidding. Valin always manages to find the dark side of things and often talks in a sarcastic manner. Despite his attitude, he constantly goes great lengths to either “show off†or assist anyone within Lythos. After he had found his weapon, Valin’s cold demeanor began to shift to his own weapon, sensing that all it wanted was to shed blood at any given opportunity. He continuously tries speaking to it with absolutely no success and figures that the weapon chose him simply because of his will to fight even though Valin himself is not a cold-blooded killer. Valin also cares very little for relationships of any kind since he had no sort of bond with his own parents who he felt had ignored him. Bio: Valin remembers almost nothing of his early childhood since the memories of war pushed out his previous memories. He spent relatively little time with his parents as they were rarely ever around since they were either scouting out areas or in the midst of battle. When he heard news of their deaths, their passing felt nothing more than the absence of two strangers. As soon as his parents passed away, his own exception for being in the alliance without a weapon expired and he was forced to find his own. He wants, “to love and be loved in return.†Valin had to leave the alliance until he found a weapon of his own, he made a promise that he would return with a weapon of his own in two days. …Two days later he returned with a longsword strapped to his side and was welcomed back in the alliance. Valin was only 14 at the time and soon took up every opportunity to prove his worth in an attempt to work harder than both his parents who had seemingly dedicated their lives to the alliance. “Where is your boy tonight?†Played by:Ramen-Kun Spoiler Appearance: Sexy. That's all you need to know. Name: Castiel "Cass" Valk Age: 18 Diviner? Yes. Why did you/ do you want to join Lythos? Cass is a newer recruit to Lythos. He found his weapon long before realizing he was a Diviner. His best friend told him to join Lythos with her since he had a weapon, but he felt that he needed a sign to join besides just finding a weapon. He joined with her after realizing he was a Diviner, seeing that as the final sign. I am the god, Oyashiro Weapon: Castiel's weapon is a purple boomerang. The middle is a handle, but the sides are curved blades. It's very cocky, like Cass, but doesn't trust other people and likes to argue with Cass. Personality: Very cocky. He's the kind to leap before looking. He gets off on adrenaline and loves to get into danger. In a way, he's looking to die out of sadness, but he won't go out without a fight. He easily trusts people and knows it. Not wanting to make bonds, he goes out of his way to annoy others so they don't try to befriend him. Bio: Castiel (named after the Angel of Thursday) and his best friend, Chloe, both found weapons when they were 16. Chloe thought that, because they found weapons, that they should join Lythos before another Alliance forced them to join. Castiel didn't like the idea and said plenty of people have weapons who aren't in an Alliance. Recently, Castiel found out he was a Diviner, hearing voices in his head. Chloe convinced him that it's a sign to join Lythos and he gave in. Shortly after joining Lythos, Chloe's weapons, a set of claws on each hand, overwhelmed her. Going crazy, she ended up attacking Cass. Cass' boomerang was ready to fight back, but Cass wasn't, causing his boomerang and his intentions to conflict and temporarily paralyzing him. He was still long enough for Chloe to scratch his face. Finally, worried for his life, he ended up stabbing her in the stomach. She came to her senses as she died in his arms. Before burying her, he took her headband as a memoir, blaming himself for her death. Played by: AmericanSephiroth Spoiler Appearance: http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l1.../god_child.jpg Name: Demetrio Zannetti Age: 24 Diviner? yes Why did you/ do you want to join Lythos? He joined lythos for one simple reason to recieve aid finding the jewel and when he has the oppurtunity to steal it for himself Weapon: Twin swords Personality: quiet, sensitive, dislikes most direct contact, extremely smart, cunning, and violent if he has to be Bio: he is crazy, the definition of the word in fact, he desires godlike power and worst of all he knows how to get it. he also desires to become like the one who says "I am the god, Oyashiro." but worst of all he desires to forget about his son who everybody knew and always stated, while they were not traveling together, "Where is your boy tonight?" "my stories of my life are interesting but i have no desire To love and be loved in return." he hates most of humanity and wishes they would bend to his will that is why he seeks the jewel. Played by: Fayt-Harkwind Spoiler Appearance: http://www.rpgfan.com/pics/so3/art-017.jpg Name: Aran Kayl Age: 19 Diviner: no Why did you/ do you want to join Lythos: To kill time by killing people, figuring that the best way to find someone worthy is by following someone else's goals. Weapon: A slightly longer than usual katana (the one in the picture basically) Personality: The basic blood knight attribute, a berserker though he's not mentally unstable Bio: Knowing only to fight for survival all his life Aran become twisted, thinking of nothing but fighting. As he became stronger with both age and experience he began to seek true fights massacring anyone who raised a fist around him. Knowing only this blood lust he began to "run out of fun" and figured the best way to fight the best was to follow the goal of many.
<3 I think that possibly, Maybe I'm falling for you. Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you. I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down I want to come, too. I think that possibly, Maybe I'm falling for you. No one understands me quite like you do, Through all of the shadowy corners of me. I never knew just what it was about this old KHV I love so much, All of the while I never knew. Never knew just what it was about this old KHV I love so much, All of the while I never knew... All of the while... All of the while it was you. <3 So, be my valentine?...Forever? ❤
Starting this because...I don't want to keep spamming this section with my music threads. :=D: COVER So Happy I Could Die ~ So the first song on here is going to be my Lady Gaga cover, because it's the firts real project I've done with my new mic. Spoiler YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzxx-J8HlwY Lyrics Eh-eh Eh-eh Ye-ha Ye-ha Eh-eh Eh-eh Aha-aha Eh-eh Eh-eh Ye-ha Ye-ha Eh-eh Eh-eh Aha-aha I love that lavender blonde The way she moves The way she walks I touch myself cant get enough And in the silence of the night Through all the tears And all the lies I touch myself and its alright Just give in Dont give up baby Open up your heart and your mind to me Just know when That glass is empty That the world is gonna bend Happy in the club with a bottle of red wine Stars in our eyes cuz were having a good time Eh-eh Eh-eh So happy I could die Be your best friend Yeah Ill love you forever Up in the clouds Well be higher than ever Eh-eh Eh-eh So happy I could die And its alright Eh-eh Eh-eh Ye-ha Ye-ha Eh-eh Eh-eh Aha-aha Eh-eh Eh-eh Ye-ha Ye-ha Eh-eh Eh-eh Aha-aha I am as vain as I allow I do my hair I gloss my eyes I touch myself all through the night And when something fall out of place I take my time I put it back I touch myself Till Im on track Just give in Dont give up baby Open up your heart and your mind to me Just know when That glass is empty That the world is gonna bend Happy in the club with a bottle of red wine Stars in our eyes cuz were having a good time So happy I could die Be your best friend Yeah Ill love you forever Up in the clouds Well be higher than ever So happy I could die And its alright Happy in the club with a bottle of red wine Stars in our eyes cuz were having a good time So happy I could die Be your best friend Yeah Ill love you forever Up in the clouds Well be higher than ever So happy I could die And its alright Download http://www.4shared.com/file/210852219/db401015/So_Happy_I_could_Die.html
[Featuring:] Aura, Rissy, TheFuk, Lilbueno, Nova Nouveau, Archbadassman, Janime, Luna Lovegood, Guardian_Soul, The Rev NOTE: Since this is a script, this is really a quick read. It's pretty much just setting and dialogue. The featured KHV members are mentioned in these scenes, so it doesn't mean that more KHV members aren't included. CAST (As of yet): Virah - Aura Samm - Rissy J.D - TheFuk Jeffrey - Lilbueno Ronnie - Nova Nouveau Albert - ArchBadassman Jacob - Janime Michelle - Luna Lovegood Ed - Guardian_Soul Kexyl - Snorlax (or whatever your name is now) John - The Rev Kaytie - Magick ∞ "Give me a hand here fellas and get some nails out of my backseat." "I don’t care if this sicko is just screwing with us, we gotta find a way out!" "Look through the window; it’s pitch black out there." "Look, you and I can get out ourselves and then come back for them." "It's not your fault." Illusion Scenes One Through Four Spoiler *Confrontation [Setting (At a high school). Teenagers weave their way through the crowds of the lunchroom, meeting with friends and grabbing trays from the front of the long lines. In the far left of the room, a group of teens sit with their lunch, loudly discussing an event from the weekend. RONNIE is sweet, but slightly paranoid. He has a dark past that he managed to forget, but the damage done is apparent. J.D is an avid smoker who’s quick to judge and attempt to make his own decisions, alone. He’s tired of the secrets and rumors floating around, though he has secrets of his own. SAMM, once a popular cheerleader is one whom most people cannot read. Inside, she is quite sensitive, but for reasons unknown to most of them she puts on a tough and intolerant attitude.] Ronnie: Oh please. And what about you? (Perks an eyebrow) J.D: (Laughs and looks towards Samm) what about me? I wasn’t the one disappearing in the basement every five minutes with Kirsten. Ronnie: (Seriously) I told you, we were talking. Sammy was there. (Hits Samm’s shoulder.) Tell him we were only talking. Samm: (Stares vacantly at her shoes until Ronnie hits her again.) What? Ronnie: Jeez you’re no help. (Picks a fry off her plate and stuffs it in his mouth) J.D: (Waves to a girl walking by casually before looking back at the girl) What’s with you? Samm: (Pulls her cell phone out of her pocket and checks the time, then stuffs it back inside.) Ronnie: She’s just mad because I ate a fry. (He looks at her childishly and winks.) Fatso. That’s hot. Samm: (Groans in response, agitated with the immaturity. She gathers her stuff). I’m going to class early. I’ll see you in Chem. (She exits) J.D: (Awkwardly)…so…youlike"fatsos"? Ronnie: (Throws a fry at J.D) Shut up. (He snatches his stuff and goes to follow Samm) J.D: No man, it’s cool. I just prefer other types of chicks, you know? Ronnie: I said shut up. (He shoves him) J.D: (Falls dramatically into the wall.) Ronnie: (Laughs) Idiot. [Setting: On the opposite side of the cafeteria. JACOB is a peacemaker. He avoids violence at most costs and is very patient and gentle. JEFFREY is the all-around fun-lover. He does when he can to stay entertained and though he can be clueless at times, he’s loyal, sensitive and sweet. ALBERT is intelligent, intuitive and protective. Though he can snap easily and say blunt things if that’s the truth, he keeps mostly to himself and still maintains a calm attitude for the majority of the time. VIRAH is sarcastic, quick to anger and paranoid. She has a loving, sensitive heart, but cannot find the will to trust anyone, even herself. For the sake of others, she keeps this doubt mostly to herself, and even in situations in which she would be better off saving her own skin before another’s, she will still help. ] Jacob: …Hmmmm…(Meditates). Tranquility…peace…(exhaled)…(breathes)…Zen…peace…love… Jeffrey: (Glances at him) what’s he doing? Jacob: (Breathes) Albert: (Looks up from his book and then rolls his eyes.) Being himself… Virah: (Still setting up solitaire) Hippie… Jeffrey: (Curiously staring at Jacob.) Looks fun. (He faces the wall and begins to ‘meditate’ himself.) Virah: Oh God. [Virah gets her stuff and stands up. Albert follows. The both of them exit. JEFFREY and JACOB continue to meditate] *The Garden [In the Garden. Flowers blooming all around them, the dirt packed down under weeds and roots. There is a large fountain in the middle, doors leading into the school on either side of Virah.] Virah: (Groans and turns her attention to Ronnie a look of compassion momentarily crosses her face.) Hey… Ronnie: (He looks gently at her and responds to her groan.) What? You aren’t happy to see me? (He grins painfully at her). Weird how things change so drastically like that. I remember when you used to practically attack me with a hug when you first saw me after second period. Albert: (Instinctively, in a big brother sort of way, grabs Virah’s hand and pulls her towards the building to their next class.) Come on, V. J.D: (Steps out from behind Samm. He sees Virah and grimaces.) Hey, it’s the ditcher. (Teasingly) Where’ve you been? Samm: (Awkwardly, not truly understanding what’s happening feels uncomfortable) Hey let’s just go guys… [JEFFREY Comes out of the cafeteria with Jacob who has his eyes closed and is humming to himself] Ronnie:(Smirking bitterly.) Look—(He pats J.D’s shoulder). She brought the whole pack. This should be fun. (He never looks away from Virah.) Why? Samm: (Sees what’s coming and puts an arm out in front of Ronnie.) Let’s go, Ron. Ronnie:(He ignores her). Why’d you stop? What’d I do? (He takes a step towards her.) Why won’t you talk to me anymore? (He walks as far up as he can without Albert stopping him). What made you hate me? Virah: Stop Ronnie. You don’t understand. (Quietly) you never will. We can talk about it later. J.D: Later? (He laughs.) God knows as soon as we leave this spot it’ll be like we never existed to you. Jacob: (Confused) What’s going on? Are they going to fight or something? (To Ronnie) You shouldn’t fight a girl. It’s not cool, man. Ronnie: Like I’d ever fight Virah. (Sharply) She’s not worth all of that. Virah: (Hurt) Ronnie, stop. Albert: (Sensing the injury.) Let’s just go, Virah…He’s not worth it either. Ronnie: I just want an answer. It’s simple. Virah: (Suddenly, losing her restrict) An answer to what? Why I don’t— [The bell rings and people slowly begin to come out of classrooms and stuff crossing through the garden to get to their destinations] Albert: (Pulls Virah away from the scene) Ronnie: (Watching, and sighing exasperatedly after) Jeez… * Dinner At Albert’s [Setting: Albert’s House] Michelle: (Calling to Albert.) You hungry yet? Albert: (Focused on his game) No…Are you done with the phone yet, Michelle? Michelle: Dad has it. (Brings a plate of food to Ed, Albert’s little brother). Put that thing down before you make it worse. (Goes into the kitchen.) Ed: Stupid thing won’t stop skipping the disc auntie. They’re brand new and the screen keeps freezing up. (Examining the battery) Albert: (Absently) why don’t you…why don’t you blow on the disc-holder…thingy, Ed? Ed: (Considers it) Albert: Is dad off the phone yet? (No response) …Hey, Michelle? Michelle: (Irritated)What? Albert: (Pauses his game) Is dad off the phone yet? Michelle: He’s in a phone conference, Al. Who are you trying to call? Albert: (He resumes playing, turning his eyes to look at the screen again) My friend. Michelle: (Suddenly interested, she comes into the living room and sits in a seat next to him) Is it a girl? Albert: (Attempting to act casual.) Does it matter? Michelle: Do you like her? Albert: Yeah. She’s pretty cool. (He hesitates). She’s kind of emotional but she’s cool. Michelle: (Rolls eyes) you know what I mean. (Takes a bite of her food.) Albert: (Chuckles) Ed: It isn’t working Albert. Albert: (Shrugs and continues playing. A few seconds later a man walks out of the kitchen, setting the phone down on the counter.) [KEXYL is a quiet man. His eyes are sunken in, his voice heavy when he speaks, and his back slouched slightly. He pays no mind to his children in the living room, instead turning his back to them with a heavy sigh] Michelle: (Watches him as he turns back to walk into the kitchen). Big Brother? Kexyl: (Walks into the kitchen and turns the corner) Michelle: (Gets up and follows him, wondering what’s wrong.) Albert: (Staring at his father as he trails away silently, unnerved. He rolls his eyes and sighs out) Ed: (Looks at Albert) what’s wrong? Al? Albert: (He puts down the controller and grabs the phone off the counter.) Yeah—no, I’m fine…Play for me. * [Ronnie is not there]: Making Plans [Setting: Virah’s Room. It's an expansive room, but quite adequately lit. The walls are painted in soft amber, broken up by sheer, springtime green curtains on the windows.] Virah: Hello? Ronnie: (He’s sitting on a bench at the bus stop on his cell phone.) I bet you forgot I have your number. Virah: (Exhales deeply, closing her eyes.) You’re a stalker… Ronnie: I kept the number. I made sure I did, Virah. Why’d you leave? (Softly) I’m not attacking you, I just can’t figure out why you— Virah: Of course you can’t! You don’t rememberanything. Ronnie: Then why don’t you dome a favor andremindme? (He sits up in his seat) Virah: (Frustrated, she slides onto the floor) Why don’t you do me a favor and leave me alone? Ronnie: (Quickly, before she can hang up) Why? 15 years. That’s how long we were best friends for and now you suddenly—(he lowers his voice as a man sits by him)—now you suddenly won’t even look at me. You won’t even tell me what I did! I want to fix it Virah. Why…why’d you stop talking to me? Just tell me please. Not knowing is killing me. Virah: …Someone’s calling me. Ronnie: No! Don’t leave…(Nearly whining) Don’t go, please… Virah: (Angrily) What? Are you crazy? Ronnie: (Mutters) Probably. But tomorrow…at twelve. There’s a spot by that lake we use to go to. Virah: Oh God— Ronnie: No, hear me out. If you don’t…(Pauses)…if you don’t trust me then you can bring your…(bitterly) pose. I’ll bring J.D & Samm too. Maybe you can just explain it to all of us. They were your friends too you know. J.D still thinks about you. Virah: Why don’t you just forget about me? (Somberly) Get a new best friend. Ronnie: Because…I can’t…and around—(the bus comes and he boards). Around the time you left—stopped talking to me—all of this stuff started to happen to you. I want to know if it’s my fault. No one talks about it. My parents loved you to death and now they don’t mention you. Now when I bring you up they look near tears. Whathappened? The last thing I remember was you staring at me from behind— Virah: (Remembering) You—you didn’t know…I—we…someone’s calling. (Hangs up). Ronnie: (Stares at his cell phone and sighs. He lets his headrest on the window. And he closes his eyes). (The phone rings and VIRAH sighs, answering while she moves back to the balcony.) Virah: Hello? Albert: Hey Virah. What’s up? Virah: (Tiredly) The stars. (She puts the laptop on her lap and types.) You? Albert: (In his bedroom.) The ceiling. Whatcha doing? You sound weird. Virah: (Hesitantly) I’m writing that essay for History. But…guess who called? Albert: (He sits on the edge of his bed and groans knowingly.) Do I want to? (Silence). The president of the United States. Virah: Ronnie. He asked me to go somewhere with him tomorrow. Albert: Like…(Uncomfortably) a date or something’? Virah: No. No…(Trails off.) He wants to talk about what happened that day… Albert: Are you gonna tell him? Virah: I don’t know. (She closes the laptop and sets it down besides her, holding her knees) I think...he’s been in the dark long enough. He really doesn’t remember and…I wouldn’t like to be in his situation, you know? I understand what it feels like… Albert: Maybe. I don’t trust him. What if he does something to you? You know if you don’t come back within like—an hour—I’m calling the cops. I don’t care if hedoeshave memory issues. Nobody kidnaps you and gets away with a pat on the back and a few stares. Virah: (Pfft)… He’s bringing the others. He said I could bring you guys if I didn’t trust him. Albert: I’ll go. (Jumping into his bed and getting comfortable) Virah: (Quickly) No. It’s for me and them to talk about. (She lays on her side.) I don’t want to take up you guys’ Saturday afternoon for my proble— Albert: Oh please. (Cynically) As if we were gonna do anything but hang with you anyways. I’m going if you go, Vi. Virah: (Laughs a little.) You’re a good friend… Albert: Yeah…? (Yawns) Virah: Yeah. I’m going to sleep now. You can call Rey and Jacob if you want to ask them to come. I’ll come to your place in the morning and we can all go down there. It’s a two-hour drive. Albert: Yeah, I remember. Virah: (Sadly) I think we all do…(She smiles to herself.) Night. Albert: Night, squishy… Scenes five through seven Spoiler * Invitation [Setting: In the clearing. Trees envelope the small dirt patch that has two cars parked side by side on it. To the right, there is a murky lake bordered by weeds and grass. In front of the two cars, there is a tall brown house with a porch. The house is small, several windows being seen. The roof looks tattered and somehow pasted on, the rest of the house seemingly barely intact. JACOB is wearing a pair of khaki pants and a RED band shirt. He looks tired and is obviously hoping this will be over soon. J.D is sitting in the back of Ronnie’s truck, clearly agitated at something as he sucks on a cigarette. SAMM is sitting in the passenger’s seat of the truck, head leaning against the seat with the door open. She kicks the dirt beneath her restlessly as VIRAH gets out of her car. She walks out into the middle of the clearing, nervously crossing her arms. ALBERT follows her hesitantly, an iPod in his hands as he shuts it off, holding a small book in his other hand. JEFFREY is laying on the roof of VIRAH’s car, staring up at the sky quietly. RONNIE sits on the hood of the car.] Jacob:(Yawns as he steps out of the car) You shouldn’t smoke. (Scientifically) Did you know that over 5.4 million deaths are caused by tobacco? J.D:(Mockingly) Did you know that I really don’t give a damn? (He smirks as Jacob who, clearly irritated, mutters something and grabs a bag from Jeffrey.) Samm:(Sighs) Ronnie:(Hops off of the car and makes his way towards Virah) Virah:(She’s staring at the house.) Is…does someone live there? I don’t remember that being there before. Ronnie:(He looks at the house.) We could find out. I don’t remember it either… Albert:(He laughs to himself quietly, the distain held for Ronnie quite clear in his face) But there are a lot of things you don’t remember, aren’t there? Ronnie:Why don’t you shut up? (He takes a step towards Albert) Albert:(Smiles and continues reading the book in his hand) You aren’t worth my time. I’m not sure why Virah’s humoring you anyways. Ronnie:(Sighs exasperatedly, defeated) Samm:(Gets out of the car) Really though…I don’t get what’s so important anyways. (She makes her way to Ronnie and grabs his arm, whispering to him.) Just move on. You act like you’re in love with the girl. This is pretty pathetic of you. Ronnie:(Laughs bitterly) Is it? (He looks to Virah.) [It starts to rain] Albert:(Looks at her as well and then to Ronnie.) Jacob:(Trying to lighten up the moment)…I brought some celery…and-and some ranch. Virah:(Groans) …Let’s get this over with, okay? We came here to talk, so let’s talk. J.D:(Puts out another cigarette and moves over to them.) I’m finally seeing it your way, Virah. Maybe it really is better if we just forget about eachot— Ronnie:(Turns to him) No! [Everyone’s quiet] Jacob:(Looking around awkwardly.) …So…I’ll go get the celery. (Opens the back door of Virah’s car) [Suddenly, the door to the house in front of them swings open.] Jeffrey:(Laughs nervously, muttering sarcastically) That’s not creepy… [JOHN is a tall man in his thirties. His face is worn, eyes sunken in. His back is hunched slightly and his clothes smell distinctly of liquor. He is wearing a red plaid shirt, and dirty blue jeans. His brown hair is greasy and ruffled, his glasses on the tip of his nose.] John:(From behind Jeffrey). That’s what you think. Jeffrey:(Flinches, not having expected him there) OH MY GOD…! (He breathes deeply, trying to regain his composure with a blush as the others stare at him) Samm:(Inches behind Ronnie.) John:(Pulls some wood from the back of a truck no one heard or saw roll in. He takes it to the porch and comes back for a toolbox.) I’ve been trying to fix it, but nothing here’s working. Virah:(From behind Albert who stands there protectively) Where—where’d you come from? John:(Spits to the side) I live here, ‘darl. Give me a hand here fellas and get some nails out of my backseat. The door ought to be open. Albert:(Staring, still surprised by his entrance.) J.D:(Moves to the car and gets the nails, handing them to John who’s already getting started tightening the bolts on the door.) Here… John: Thanks. J.D:So…(Rudely, to hide is uncertainty) You got a name or something? Samm:J.D…that’s not— J.D:Polite? Yeah well this ain’t the white house. (He winks at her and she flushes.) John:(He laughs) Sure isn’t. My name’s John. [Everyone introduces themselves timidly] Ronnie:(Slowly getting a little more comfortable.) You live here right? When was this place built? John:About a couple of years ago. (He stands and inspects the bolts.) I built it. [Virah and Ronnie exchange looks] Virah:This place wasn’t here back— John:It’s a nice area, ain’t it? Peaceful… (Breathes deeply) Jacob:Peaceful? I’m all for the peace and all but this place is creepy. It’s too isolated and too far away from the city. Virah:(Looks uneasily at John.) Hey Albert…let’s go. (Walks towards the car.) Jeffrey:We just got here! Now we have to drive two hours back? Man! I gotta pee! John:(Turns slowly towards them, his eyes twinkling) There’s a bathroom inside. It’s small but it’ll get the job done. Virah:Why don’t you go in the bushes? J.D:You scared, Virah? (Laughs) Virah:(Quietly to Albert) You saw it Al. He came from out of nowhere and he’s avoiding my questions about this house. I don’t like it. Let’s go. Albert:I know, I don’t like it either. Samm:(Moving towards them.) [Everyone ends up in a small huddle.] Samm:(Frustrated) Don’t tell me I’ve wasted my afternoon driving out here with these two obsessed losers forthis. J.D:What’s the big deal? There are what—seven of us against this one guy? C’mon! If something happens we can take him. Plus we all have cell phones right? Ronnie:No service all the way out here, man. With all the trees and stuff. [Silence. Each of them are engulfed in their own thoughts for a moment.] Virah:(Sighs). Should have never come… Ronnie:(He looks at her kindly) But you want it fixed just as badly as I do, don’t you? Virah:(She lowers her eyes and doesn’t answer.) Albert:We’ll talk later. If we go back now, we have time to catch a movie and maybe go to eat and talk about it. J.D:Fine, but somebody here owes me gas money. (Attempts to light a cigarette.) Samm:(Hugs herself.) It’s cold guys. Plus it’s raining. Let’s just go inside and…chill for a second. At least just until the rain let’s up. Jeffrey:I gotta peeee, Virah. John:(Looks questioningly at them.) Jeffrey:Just let me pee… Virah:Ugh, go. John:It’s the first door on the left. Jeffrey:(Runs inside.) [Everyone follows him inside.] * He’s dead? [Setting: Inside the house. The hour is dark, unlit. There’s barely any furniture and dust cakes the hardwood floors and the deep brown walls. It is a small house, almost the size of a cabin.] John:Make yourselves comfortable. On the other side of the hall there are some of them foldin’ chairs. (He sits in a rocking chair by an unlit fireplace) Jacob:(Leaves to go get them.) Albert:(Leaning against a wall near the door.) Hurry up, Jeffrey. Virah:(Quietly) Yeah…Albert I want to go home… Albert:(Whispers) as soon as Jeff gets out, we’ll leave. Ronnie:So, how long have you lived here for? John:(Staring into the fire that’s not there, flames reflected in his eyes.) A while now, actually. Me and my girl moved here. Like I said before, it’s a nice place. Peaceful. J.D:(Carelessly, still trying to get his lighter to work.) So, where’s your girl? (He chuckles.) She must be pretty hot for you to have built this place for her. (The lighter burns him as he turns it on.) ****! John:(Quietly) She’s here. She got out the car with me, ‘member? ‘Ey, I’m gonna go back and see if I can grab something. Jeffrey:(Back from the bathroom and standing besides Virah. He whispers.) Like a gun…? (He smirks) Virah:(Stares at him uneasily) John:(Goes in the back.) Virah:(Whips around and heads to the door.) Let’s just go. Samm:In the rain? Virah:He’s a psychopath, Samm! Get a grip! You heard him, are youstupid? Samm:I— Virah:(Sighs). Never mind, I’m sorry. Let’s justgo. Albert:(Turns the knob but the door doesn’t open.) Great, the door’s still screwed up. J.D:(Groans and moves to the door.) Just—Pull it. (Pulls on the knob.) Okay…(Rolls up sleeves and pulls on the door.) Ronnie: (Goes over to help him.) ARGH! What the hell? Samm: Try kicking it open or something. Jeffrey: (Goes to check the windows.) These don’t open either. (He coughs noticeably.) Jacob: You okay? Jeffrey: (He nods and grins.) Jacob: (Attempts to open the door.) Yuh-hun. Maybe we should just ask him for help… Virah: It really won’t open? (Moves to the door and attempts to open it. She rattles the doorknob. Frustrated, she hits the door and shoves her hands in her pockets, crossing to the fireplace.) Perfect. Exactly what we need. Another thirty minutes fixing the door. Albert: Calm down. Thirty minutes isn’t that long…here, hand me the toolbox. Virah: (She complies hastily and watches as Albert attempts to fix the door, removing the bolts entirely.) You got it yet? Albert: No, patience Virah. (He looks up at her and smiles.) Virah: (Exhales deeply and sits on a folding chair Jacob brought out.) Okay… [Outside the rain has begun to pour harder and thunder is heard. The sand and dirt turn into mud] Albert: (He stands and has a confused look on his face. He pushes the door.) No way… Ronnie: What? (Leaning on the wall on the floor with his head down on his knees.) Albert: I took the bolts holding the door on its latch completely off and it still won’t open. It’s not even moving. [Everyone stares at each other] J.D: (Laughs loudly, suddenly.) Quit lying man. (He goes to the door and pushes.) The hell?…What’d you do? Albert: Nothing! I just tried to fix it. Jeffrey: Where’s John? It’s been almost an hour… Virah: (Bravely, she peeks into the hallway, walking down through it slowly.) H-Hey…Hey, Albert…Albert come here…(She stops in front a large oak door, the wood splintered and split. Blinking, she tries to look through the small crack) Albert: (Walks over to her.) What? John? Virah: Albert don’t— Albert: (Pushes the door open.) [JOHN is hanging by a noose, his neck purple and swollen and maggots crawling around in empty eye-sockets. His arms, covered in dried blood, hang limply at his sides] Virah: Oh my God. (She buries her head in Albert’s back, her body shaking) Albert: (Slams the door shut, in shock.) Try the doors again! Ronnie: What? Why? Jeffrey: Wow, you’re awfully panicked aren’t you Mr. Calm cool and collect— Albert: I mean it! Try the door! (Runs to the door with Virah trailing behind him.) J.D: (Beats on the door.) What’s up? What’s wrong with Virah? Albert: Damn it! (Shuffles to her and gives her a tight hug.) I’m sorry. I am. (He grabs her shoulders and looks into her eyes, wildly.) It’s fine. Forget what you saw. Ronnie: What? What happened? (He shoots up.) What’d you do? Albert: (Snaps back, emotions in disarray) it wasn’t me, why don’t you go check it! God…! (He picks the hammer off the ground and throws it at a window. It clanks to the ground, the window unharmed.) What the…no…no, no, no…(he crosses to the window, picking the hammer up.) Come on! You stupid—(he runs a hand through his hair and breathes.) Try the door! J.D: It’s not working! WHAT’S GOING ON!? (He crosses to the hallway and storms into the back, swinging open the door. After seeing what’s inside he merely comes back into the living room.) It’s a trick. It has to be. Virah: …We gotta get out. I don’t care if this sicko is just screwing with us, we gotta find a way out. Jacob: (Surprised by the turn of events.) Maybe if we all just calmed down and analyzed it— Virah: ANALYZE WHAT? WHY JOHNS DEAD BODY IS HANGING IN SOME CLOSET? (She breathes.) Just shut up Jacob... The door wasn’t even open when we got here! Jacob: (Frowning.) Maybe J.D’s right. Maybe it’s a joke. Albert: (Quietly) yeah…yeah. The body did look a little old for it to be recent, Vi. Samm: It was a sick joke though. Virah: I justsaid that it doesn’t matter. We still have to get out. Ronnie: We will. There has to be a cellar or something. Those windows should break. (Looks around.) Look for a door or something guys. Jeffrey, were there windows in the bathroom? Jeffrey: No. There was a square on the ceiling though. I noticed cuz I have arachnophobia and spiders have the tendency to build webs above me. (Shuffles to the bathroom door.) Maybe it’s the attic. Ronnie: (Goes to the bathroom, examining the ceiling. He attempts to reach it.) I can’t reach it. Virah: …Use the stool from the room John was in. Albert: (Looks at her.) I’ll get it…(He leaves.) J.D: (smoking nervously as thunder claps.) Jeez. This is your fault, Ron. Jacob: Don’t say that. J.D: (He eyes the group.) You disagree? If it weren’t for him we wouldn’t be here. Samm: (Irritably) Stop. Blaming people isn’t going to help anybody. J.D: It’s just as much his fault as it is Virah’s. If she weren’t such an idiot she would’ve already told him what he did wrong and moved on! Ronnie: Don’t blame her! She did move on. I was the one holding onto it all… J.D: There you go again! Protecting people. Why not protect yourself for once Ronnie? Why are you always defending people? If she gets hurt, that’s her problem, not yours. Jeffrey: Just because you’re a total ******* doesn’t mean Ronnie has to be…(He glances at the ceiling.) J.D: Shut up, no one was talking to you! Virah: No, YOU shut up J.D! You’re sitting here yelling at everybody like that’s what’s going to get us out of here! Is it? Did some magical portal to home sudden open up somewhere, J? No. So why not just stop blaming everyone else. You didn’t have to come either. J.D: (Angrily.) Grow up! You want to be the leader here Virah? You think the world freakin’ revolves around you--! Being in control isn’t gonna save you. Virah: (Cunningly) neither is sucking on that cigarette. J.D: (He takes a long inhale.) Unlike you, that doesn’t really bother me much— Samm: Just stop…! Albert: (Back with the stool, he sets it down in front of Ronnie. ) Ronnie: (Staring hard at J.D.) You should check yourself. I wouldn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side in this situation. You never know who you’re gonna have to count on…(He steps on the stool and pushes the square in the center of the ceiling.) [They pull out a ladder] Jeffrey: How is going up going to help us? Ronnie: (He climbs the ladder.) We can get off on the roof. Virah: The roof? It’s pouring out there. We’ll slip. Ronnie: Maybe…but it’s better than being stuck in here with a rotting corpse and a supposed psycho, right? (He continues to climb until he reaches the top and climbs over the edge.) Scenes Eight Through Eleven Spoiler * The Attic [Setting: The attic is dark and soggy. Water drips from the roof onto the wooden floor. There is light coming in from various holes in the attic. Creaking is heard from different places.] Ronnie: (Making sure Virah is behind him.) Hey, Jeffrey, go check that window over there, Jacob check for a light. Samm, stay here with Virah to make sure nobody moves the stool. Albert and J.D, come with me to the other— J.D: (He scoffs.) Who died and made you leader? Samm: Why are you being so difficult? Just listen! Ronnie: (Staring at J.D.) You and Albert come with me to the other side of the attic to look for openings if the door doesn’t work. J.D: Alright King Ron. (He smirks and leniently strides over towards the first wall.) Albert: (Groaning, he turns to Virah.) If you see something, yell for me, all right? Ronnie: (Quietly) You’re not the only one she can yell for… Albert: Hm? Ronnie: What? Nothing. Let’s go. [The men move through the long attic slowly, not wanting to slip. On the other side is a latch where a small doorway opens up. Jeffrey is checking a nearby window. He bangs on it to no prevail. Sighing, he looks towards the girls.] Jeffrey: No luck this way…(disappointedly.) Sorry…(Clears his throat and coughs into his hand.) Samm: (She smiles.) It’s not your fault. Jeffrey: (He trudges back over there.) Yes it is…(He kicks a beam in frustration, dust falling from the ceiling.) It’s my fault we’re in here. Virah: No…It’s John’s. He most likely planned the whole thing out… Jacob: (He finds a light switch and attempts to turn it on. A flash lights the room momentarily and the bulb breaks, sending glass onto the ground as Jacob steps away.) Sorry. It went out… Ronnie: (Moves towards the wall. A few meters away from it the ground suddenly begins to crack. He perks an eyebrow, biting his lip as he hears the wood began to splinter more ) ****, don’t move… J.D: Pfft. I move when I wanna. ( Obnoxiously.) That alright with you, King Ron? Ronnie: Shut…Up! Just shut up and don’t move. (He glares at him.) J.D: Fine. But it’s not because you--- Albert: Shut up like he said! God you’re annoying. J.D: (Turns to him.) Like you’re in the— Ronnie/Albert: SHUT UP! [They move slightly and the entire flooring gives out, causing them to fall through the floorboards. VIRAH, SAMM, JACOB, and JEFFREY move carefully to the other side in a panic. SAMM is physically trembling, VIRAH’s eyes are wide.] Virah: (Peering over the hole.) That— Samm: Nothing’s there. Where’d they go? (She turns slowly to Jeffrey and Jacob who are staring into the hole as well.) [The debris and rubble beneath them that SHOULD have been, there is not. Instead, the darkness etching from the hole is that of a bottomless pit.] Jeffrey: (Blubbering.) Aw man! I’ve seen this, guys. We’re gonna die. (He wipes some sweat off his forehead and groans in frustration.) I didn’t even get to tell that chick in English that I loved her. (He looks into the hole and then sighs sadly, this obviously quite serious to him.) Jacob: Emily? She’s a transfer student. She doesn’t even speak that much English… Jeffrey: (Quietly.) She spoke it enough to me… [A loud boom is heard and the entryway in the bathroom to the attic closes off. Darkness engulfs the room.] Virah: (Panicking.) Oh God, oh God, oh God… Jeffrey: Shh, Virah. Jacob: (Runs over, despite the slippery wood, banging on the square from where they entered. He then looks to all of them in defeat.) Sorry… (He moves back, breathing heavily and shudders) Samm: (She looks into the darkness.) We’re stuck?! Virah: (Losing herself.) Why!? Where’d the light from the cracks go? [A noise is heard, coming from the corner of the attic. Everyone looks to the sound. Creaking of the old wood beneath them is heard, the sound rising in volume.] Samm: (Inching towards Jeffrey, she screams as she trips and falls, disappearing from sight.) Virah: SAMM? (She grabs Jeffrey’s arm.) Jeffrey—! Jeffrey: I know, stay with me… (Softly, though shaken.) Just stay with me. Virah: (Closes her eyes and puts her head in Jeffrey’s chest, shaking.) I wanna go home… [It is pitch black suddenly, yet we can visibly see Virah standing face to face with a pale girl with white eyes. The girl is wearing a torn black dress, her fingernails painted the same color.] Kaytie: Me too. (She puts her head up.) Virah: (Looks at her, frozen.) [The rest of the group has seemingly disappeared.] Kaytie: You’re never getting out of this hell. You’re here for a reas— Virah: (On impulse). Where’s Ronnie?! Kaytie: (Her frown turns into a smile as she laughs before her smile abruptly vanishes.) Where are you? Virah: What…are you talking about? Kaytie: (She glides towards Virah, ambition spread across her face.) Look forward to the night. (Curiously.) Why aren’t you afraid, I wonder? *Jeffrey: Virah? Virah! Hey—hey, come back. Virah…(smacks her face as gently as possible.) Kaytie: (Turns and vanishes.) -- Virah: …(Breathes, as if coming up for air.) Jeffrey! (Tearfully.) Rey… Jeffrey: (Softly.) We’re okay; we just fell…are you okay? Jacob: (Caringly). Does something hurt? Virah: No…we…we fell in the hole? Jeffrey: Yeah but…(He looks to Jacob.) Samm and the others aren’t here… Virah: Then…where are they? * Separation [Setting: There’s a cold room with cement floors and walls. An opened steel door leads to an all white hallway with a flickering light. RONNIE is on the floor, unmoving. He opens his eyes and holds his forehead. ALBERT is unconscious in the corner of the room and J.D is staring darkly at his lighter.] J.D: (Looks up at Ronnie quietly.) Good Mornin’ Ronnie: Where are we? (He moves to Albert and shakes him.) What happened? J.D: Don’t ask me, all I know is that we fell. Ronnie: (Shoves Albert.) Lemme see the lighter. J.D: (Throws the lighter to him.) Knock yourself out. Ronnie: (He lights the lighter and touches the tip of Albert’s finger with the flame.) Time to wake up, buddy. Albert: (He wakes and shoves his finger in his mouth.) What the hell? Ronnie: You were unconscious…we need to think together and try to figure a way out of here. Albert: (He looks up and sees a closed ceiling.) Where’s the hole? Where are the others? (Alert.) How’d we fall? J.D: Ugh, slow down. You’re making my headache worse. Albert: It was you…you made us fall, I remember! J.D: (Darkly.) You’re saying I made the floor break? I made the rain soak through the wood? (Laughs to himself.) Nah…Even if I wanted to, I can’t do all that. Ronnie: (Eyeing J.D but talking to Albert.) There’s a hallway out there, I think it’s our best bet. J.D: More like our only bet. Albert: This guy’s good. (He gets off the floor.) Whoever’s doing all of this is really good. Ronnie: I’m not sure it’s just about being good…they’re separating us. Virah is with the others. Here we are, the most dysfunctional group of people in this hellhole, alone in some prison cell. J.D: You’re point? Albert: (Aware.) It’s for a reason. No one goes through all of this trouble for nothing. Ronnie: Exactly. (He sighs.) We have to— J.D: (Groans) We always have to do something. Albert: Look, your arrogance is what got us into this… J.D: It’s always my fault, isn’t it? (He snatches his lighter from Ronnie.) Fine. Go ahead and use your so-called logic. I’ll figure it out on my own. (Mutters.) Save you both some time, eh? (He walks towards the exit.) Ronnie: No, J, we have to stay together. We don’t know who’s out there— Albert: Yeah, we all just need to calm down. J.D: (Harshly.) But that’s all you know, isn’t it? Composure. (He scoffs.) You weren’t so collected a second ago when you saw John’s body hanging from— Albert: What do you expect?! It’s not normal to see DEAD guys bodies. Especially after seeing him alive just a…(he trails off) a second ago… J.D: Who defines normal? I’ve seen a lot of crap like that. (Breaking) It’s not my fault! Why is it my fault? Why does that make me weird or not normal? Ronnie: J.D just…slow down…(He takes a step towards him.) J.D: SHUT UP! You don’t know anything! Neither of you do! (He turns and bolts out of the doorway.) Ronnie: Wait, no! (He runs into the hallway.) IDIOT! [There’s no sign of where he ran. Water is dripping from the ceiling and the long hallway’s light continues to flicker.] Albert: (Frustrated, he runs a hand through his hair.) This house is.. Ronnie: God…! (He paces.) We’re all separated. J, Jeffrey, Jake, and Samm are still in the attic. We’re here and…J.D’s…God knows where J.D went. Albert: Like I said. Do you think they stayed in the attic? Ronnie: I don’t know. How woul— [The lights turn off. A high-pitched quiet scream is heard.] Albert: Uhm…(he chuckles.) Like a haunted-house. Ronnie: What if it’s Samm? Or Virah? Albert: (Realization of the possibility crosses his face.) I don’t— [The room creaks and the door slams shut, trickling is heard and the lights flicker on. The room shakes and black water is seen spilling out from the cracks in wall.] Ronnie: (He moves to the door and attempts to open it.) Albert: Where’s it coming from? (He steps to the center of the room.) It’s filling up. Ronnie: (Desperately.) ****. It’s shut tight. Look through the window; it’s pitch black out there. (He takes a stone and tries to break the window.) Albert: It’s filling, Ron. We gotta get out. Ronnie: I’M TRYING! [The water begins to rise quicker. The lights turn off.] Albert: RONNIE!? Ronnie: (His voice cracking.) Y-Yeah? Albert: We’re gonna drown! OPEN THE DOOR! Ronnie: (The water is at his neck, the handle to the door underwater. He dives in and tries to open the door, not finding the handle. He comes back up.) I can’t find it! Albert: WHAT ARE YOU—(spits and coughs.) TALKING ABOUT? Ronnie: THE DOOR IS GONE! * Reunited. [Setting: In a large hallway] Samm: (She stands up and looks around, moving to the first door. She is unable to open it and she groans.) RONNIE? (She looks around and walks further down the hallway.) JEFFREY? JACOB? (She tries another door and it’s locked as well.) How’d I end up all alone… [She walks to the center of the hallway SAMM peers deeper into the hallway when J.D comes up from behind her and grabs her arm. She screams and he laughs...] Samm: Where’d you come from?! (He shoves his arm.) You ass… J.D: (He points to the doorway.) Over there. Ronnie and Albert are in some room back there. I’m surprised they haven’t followed me. You’ve been chilling in here for a while? Samm: (She rubs her arms awkwardly.) I just woke up…this is weird; J…the house we were in wasn’t this big… J.D: yeah, I know. Creepy ain’t it? The seven of us—if there are only seven of us—all locked in a house in the middle of no where… Samm: Stop…We have to find the others. J.D: (Smirks.) How come? (He moves a little closer to her and winks.) I kinda—uh—like being here with you. Alone. Samm: (Pushes him back.) What’s wrong with you!? J.D: (His smirk disappears, a dark look taking place on his face.) I don’t know. Samm: Well…focus…please…(She moves pass him and looks into the doorway.) What’s with the lights? J.D: (He stands besides her.) They’ve been doing that… Samm: (She walks through the doorway.) Let’s go back for Ronnie and Albert. J.D: Nu-uh. You can go but I’m finding my way out alone. Look, you and I can get out ourselves and then come back for them. Samm: What? J… J.D: No, really, we should. It’s safer. Samm: You don’t even know how to get out of here! If anything, we’ll just get lost. I’m going back for them. (She begins walking down the hallway.) J.D: (Watches her quietly.) Fine. (He walks in the opposite direction, pulling out his lighter and lighting a cigarette.) Scenes Twelve Through Thirteen Spoiler * Brothers [The room is all black with a single bulb lighting it. VIRAH sits holding her knees staring into the darkness. JEFFREY and JACOB sit beside her, tiredly.] Jeffrey: (Leaning on Virah.) You awake? Virah: We’ve been here for hours. You guys sure there’s no door? Jacob: There’s no anything…(He looks to her.) But at least we’re alive… Virah: (Smiles and puts her head up.) Mr. Positive…I have to say, I’m glad I got stuck with you of all people. The both of you. Jeffrey: (He grins.) Same here buddy. But I really didn’t envision myself in this situation with you guys… Jacob: Here, I snagged some Skittles from the car. (He pulls out a single packet.) We can share them, if you want… Virah: Let’s wait until…we’re starving. [Silence.] Jeffrey: This is nuts…how’d we get in here anyways? (He groans.) Where’d the rest of them go…? Virah: I’m glad they aren’t in this hell. (Near tears.) I hope they’re okay and maybe they found a way out… Jacob: I think they’ll come back for us. (He puts an arm around Virah.) We’ll be okay… Jeffrey: (Does the same.) Virah: (Puts her head down and stifles cries.) I love you guys… Jacob: We love you too. And like I said, they’ll come back for us. Especially Ronnie. For your sake at least… Virah: (She sniffs.) Ronnie…(Her voice is soft.) You know…I don’t even blame him anymore…I don’t know why…I just can’t let go. Jeffrey: I wouldn’t be able to either…after what happened…but it’s awkward. Ronnie can’t remember so you must feel like the bad guy here, right? (coughs.) Virah: Y-yeah…You guys? Back there in the attic, I saw someone. It was this girl (she sniffs.) She told me to look forwards to the night. Jacob: She means now? Like, tonight? Virah: I don’t think so. I’ve heard it before. Look forward to the night…I think she needs help…It’s weird I know, but she said she was— [The light flickers and the room trembles. The group look upwards at the ceiling. Creaking is heard. VIRAH burst into tears. JACOB and JEFFREY hold her tighter, and scoot closer.] Jacob: Shh, it’s okay. Virah: (Continues to cry.) No it’s not… Jeffrey: (He kisses her forehead.) It’ll be okay, we’re okay. We’re here with you, you’re not alone… [The light turns off but an entrance about three miles away opens. The darkness is stretched out until that point, the door is cracked open and showing the tiniest bit of light] Jacob: See! (He stands and brings Virah up with him.) See, it’s okay, there’s a way out now. Okay? You alright? Virah: (Nods silently.) Jeffrey: (He grins for her sake only.) Cool, (he bends down.) All aboard, Virahy, let’s get out of here. * A Secret [Setting: The room ALBERT & RONNIE are in is filled with water. SAMM opens the door. RONNIE & ALBERT are on the cement floor dripping wet but the room is entirely dry. SAMM runs to them.] Samm: Ronnie! (She shakes him.) Albert! Albert: (awake.) Hey…(He shuts his eyes.) Samm: Albert! What’s wrong? What happened? Albert: Where are the others? (He sits up.) Where’s Virah? Samm: What happened? Albert: There was…(pause.) Did you see J.D? Samm: (Slaps him.) Focus! What happened? Albert: I don’t know. There was all this water and…we were drowning…(His eyes widen.) We were drowning! (He stands suddenly.) This is unbelievable! We gotta get out! Please, tell me you found a way out…Did the others get out of the attic? Samm: (Touches Ronnie’s face.) I don’t know. Is he okay? Albert: Is he breathin’? Samm: (She checks his pulse.) Yeah, but…he’s so cold…Albert, I’m scared. I mean it. I’ve never been so scared in my life. Albert: (Smirks.) Samm: What? Albert: Everything. (He sits.) This is so creepy. Just last night I talked Virah into letting us all come. She only wanted it to be Ronnie and her. Samm: Do you blame them? (She continues to look at Ronnie.) Albert: (He looks at the wall then at Ronnie.) No. I’d follow her to hell if she asked. Samm: (Frustrated.) Why? What’s so special about Virah? Albert: (He looks at her.) I sense jealousy… Samm: No, I mean it. Why are you all obsessed with her? Albert: (Quietly.) It’s not really…her personally. It’s a secret. Samm: (Interested.) What? What secret? Albert: (He looks at her more seriously then he ever has.) Secret’s aren’t to be shared. Samm: (Snapping.) Just tell me! Ronnie: (Coughs and sputters. His eyes open.) I… Samm! You’re okay! Where are the others? Samm: I…(She looks at Albert.) I don’t know. I fell, like you guys. (She whispers.) Tell me later Albert… Albert: (Stares at her unblinking.) Whatever… [The lights flicker. A thump is heard in the corner. Incoherent whispers are also heard in various places.] Ronnie: I don’t think…it’s John. Albert: …I don’t think it’s human. Samm: (Eyeing the lights, she shivers.) It has just started. This is the beginning. Albert: …We gotta find everybody. [The lights turn off for about ten seconds.] Albert: We gotta find them… now. * Tragedy [Setting: The darkness is the same. Unlit except for the tiny bit of light from the door in the distance.] Virah: Rey? Jeffrey: (Focused) Hm? Virah: Am I too heavy? Jeffrey: (Genuinely.) No, not really. Am I going too slow? Virah: (She shakes her head.) You’re fine…(drifting to sleep). This reminds me…of my brothers. They used to give me piggy-back rides all of the time… Jacob: Virah…just rest, okay? Virah: See? (She yawns.) No one ever listens… Jeffrey: (Coughs.) That’s cuz you don’t talk about it unless you’re delirious. Virah: Yeah? This whole thing has made me think about it all in a deeper way. It’s stressful… Jeffrey: I know. It’s trying for all of—(coughs and stops walking.) Virah: (Slides off his back and rubs it gently.) You okay? Jeffrey: Y-yeah…I’m sorry Virah. Could Jake and I tag team? Virah: It’s okay. I can walk. Thank you though… Jeffrey: (He smiles at her but he moves his hand to his throat and his smile vanishes.) You’re wel…welcome. (Coughs and falls on his knees.) Sorry—(coughs again.) Jacob: (Stares and bends down besides Jeffrey.) Ry? [Whispers are heard and a small child’s laughter. JEFFREY continues to cough, seemingly choking. VIRAH pats his back and stares worriedly into the darkness.] Virah: Do you hear it, Jake? Jacob: Y-yeah. You okay, Jeffrey? Please be okay, I don’t think that door is planning to stay open for much longer. Virah: You’ve had that cough since we got in here…(She rubs his back.) [Hisses are heard along with growls and sneers. Outlines of figures are seen in the darkness.] Virah: ****, Jeffrey, get up! We gotta go! Jeffrey: I—(coughs.) Jacob! (With authority.) Take Virah. Jacob: (Looks at him confused.) Jeffrey: Now. I mean it. I’ll be fin—(he coughs and pulls his hand away with blood.) Virah: What?! No! No, Jeffrey! Just come on! Jeffrey: (He smiles.) It’s okay, J. I’ll be fine. I just want you guys to go. To be honest, I can hardly see you right now. Sort of…dark… Virah: (Wildly.) No! (Grabs his hand.) Come on! Jacob, help me! Jacob: (Confused.) …You’re hurt? Jeffrey: I… [A shriek is heard and several growls. JEFFREY pulls VIRAH to himself.] Jeffrey: In the bathroom, earlier…there was this black fog stuff that came from the vent…(He clears his throat.) Virah: Like…Like a poison? Jeffrey: Exactly. But I need you guys to leave. (He faces Jacob.) You’re my best friend Jacob…Jacob…take her for me. (Weakly.) Sorry for being so reckless…go…I mean—(stops talking.) [JEFFREY has gone completely limp.] Virah: (Softly.) …Jeffrey? (Silence.) Jeffrey?! Jacob: (His hands are shaking.) No…way…how’d he… Virah: (Lunges towards Jeffrey, despite the threatening noises coming from around them.) Jeffrey! Jeffrey, no! No! Jeffrey! That’s impossible, you were fine! You were perfectly fine! [The figures get closer. VIRAH is practically screaming now. JACOB, despite his own emotions, finds the strength to drag VIRAH away from JEFFREY’S lifeless body.]
Remember that KHV story I was planning on writing? Yeah, well, my laptop crashed when I was 40 pages in and I've been too busy mourning the loss to write it over. So I started with something else. It's not a story, it's a script, but it'll help me get back on my feet. There aren't as many character opportunities, but I do need someone who'd like to be the "asshole" of the script, because I don't want to do that to some poor unsuspecting victim. The part is a guy's part. The first one who wants to be, I'll change the name to yours. Gogogo, please. (BTW, I still have the list from the story thread, and eventually I'll still put the participators in some kind of story or script)
SCREESHOT: Spoiler Anyone know how to fix it? It's Word 2007.
Note: For all of the times I've nearly fallen off the edge and you've pulled me back. <3 | Original song, I wrote the lyrics and composed the music. -> Link <- We’ll Make the Rules as we Go Marshmallows over a camp fire, That’s where I’d like to be, with you Maybe in the summer Snuggled with a blanket while it’s snowing, Drinking hot chocolate, I guess Oh yes, maybe in the winter Don’t be afraid, I’ve done this all before. Feeling’s aren’t made to be ignored, Don’t think too much, it’s just a simple touch. I love you more than you will ever know, We’ll make the rules as we go. Leaning on your shoulder, Stealing kisses, That’s where I’d like to be, With you, Maybe when we’re married Don’t be afraid, I’ve done this all before. Feelings aren’t made to be ignored, don’t think too much, it’s just a simple kiss, a simple touch. I love you more than you will ever know, We’ll make the rules as we go. We’ll make the rules as we go.
All my life, I've always been poor. I keep asking God what I'm for. And he tells me; "Gee, I'm not sure. Sweep that floor, kid."
