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Janus Thickey WardHas your role-play reached its natural conclusion or fallen under a barrage of spells? If so, it will be kept here for permanent care.
Always accepting new arrivals. Please PM me if you want to play.
(The way I'm running this game makes it easy for people to join in the middle of plot.)
You open your eyes slowly, your vision blurry and head pulse pounding painfully in your temples. Your mouth tastes like cotton dipped in cough syrup and your tongue seems to have swollen to fill your entire mouth. Your arms feel heavy and you’re almost unable to move them, but with some concentration, you eventually lift your hand to your face. The light overhead is almost unbearable and you use her hand to shield your eyes from it, groaning heavily as your roll slowly to one side. With a monumental effort, you manage to get yourself onto all fours, and then push yourself back into a sitting position. You try opening your eyes again and the light blares at you, but isn’t as unbearable as before. You attempt to regulate your breathing as your eyes adjust to the light in the room around you.
After some painful blinking, the ringing in your ears begins to subside and, while it feels like you have had anything to drink in weeks, you manage to unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth which makes breathing much easier. The room, you see, is very basic—there isn’t any furniture or windows and the wallpaper is peeling a little, revealing plaster and drywall behind it. On one wall, you see a door which is closed and a small hallway off to one side appears to lead to a bathroom.
In all, it just seems like a very bare, empty apartment. There’s even a small kitchenette and a little hallway. But… where are you? Actually, that’s really even less important than… who are you? And… who are these other people who are lying on the floor, blinking blearily around. What’s going on here?
So, here’s the deal. I’m still experimenting with new ways of RPing that will prevent RPs from dying out before they’re finished. This is how this is going to work. I will NOT be playing any character. I will be playing the plot. You should all interact with each other and I, as the plot, will tell you what happens as a consequence of your actions (if any).
I’m also adding a new element to this RP: You don’t build your own character sheets. Because you don’t know who you are. Get it? I will, of course, take suggestions about what type of character you would like to play, but in general, you have no idea who you’re playing. How will this work, you ask? Well, allow me to tell you.
I have a few thumbnails of faces below. You will choose what your character looks like. And, over the course of the game, I will give little bits of your memory back. Quite possibly including your name. And you get to try to piece together what has happened to you and decide what to do about it.
My rules are super easy but very important
1. Have fun. That’s always number one.
2. There is NO minimum amount line for your posts. Sometimes, you can’t do more than one sentence.
3. When you DO post, however, please check your spelling and grammar.
4. Be kind to your fine posting friends.
Pretty sure that’s it… but I reserve the right to add more.
So, here are the available characters (with their ages, because that’s kind of more obvious). If they get filled up, I can add more.
Please ask for the number next to the photo mini.
1. 17 years old phoenix_tears
2. 16 years old silver.bullet
3. 15 years old Gryffindoll
4. 15 years old samthehpfreak
5. 17 years old Gryffindorgurl
6. 16 years old J-E-L-L-O
7. 17 years old Emms
8. 15 years old Dee-Dee
9. 16 years old xiiWishiWasYours
10. 17 years old city_girl_95
11. 15 years old Snape'sGirlThru&Thru
12. 15 years old Lindzers
13. 16 years old EmilyMalfoy
14. 17 years old Team ronmione
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"but frenchie is a cool name" he said reassuringly. "well it could have been worse, they could have named you soufflé or something weird like that" he said positively. He didn't even know this guy and he was saying weird things
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OOC; And I'm late, as usual But here goes;
He was listening intently to all that was going on around him, there seemed to be people moving, getting up from the floor as if waking up from a deep sleep. The voices sounded bothered, he wondered why but made no attempt to move his body cause it felt like lead. He can feel his head pounding against his temple, it hurt quite a lot and he didn't dare to move. Was he kidnapped? But that didn't make any sense cause he didn't have any recollections at all of being kidnapped, in fact he had no memory at all! But that can't be right, he must remember at least his own name!! But wait, this must mean that he's going crazy, wasn't he? Cause he's lying on a floor with a disgusting taste in his mouth, his body stiff and his head pounding having no recollection of getting wherever he was, hearing voices around him that might not even exsist and not even knowing who he is. This must be the feeling if you lose your mind.
But that's not right either, crazy people didn't know they're crazy! Or did they? He screwed his eyes against the agonizing thoughts that were going through his pounding head and tried to open them, ignoring all the noise around him.
It took him near five minutes to focus his vision, as everything was very blurry. He blinked twice at the ceiling he was looking at and tried to move his hands and reach out to his pounding head, if this pain didn't stop his head would certainly burst. His hands were very heavy, and they felt like there were many weights attached to them so he couldn't move them but finally he reached his head and rubbed his temple trying to ease the pain. He freezed when he saw some shadows moving around then he slowly sat up, blinking again and looking around him.
There were people all around, talking. So the voices he'd been hearing were real after all. He looked more closely around at the room they were in, trying to figure out where he was or what he was doing here. No good, he had no idea what this place was.
He stood up heavily and straighted his clothes, brushed some dust off his shoulders, and looked around the room again focusing on every face, trying to remember, to will his brain into recognizing someone but no good. He had no idea who those people were.
"Hello. Can someone explain what's going on here?" He asked looking around at every face again, hoping that someone has a rational explanation as to why he couldn't remember his name.
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He was still sitting cross legged on the floor when another person started to talk as well "well I think we've all been brainwashed" He said smirking a little "but besides that, none of us have any idea whats going on" he explained... well that was as much as he had found out anyway "I'm Iggy, not really but I don't know my actual name"
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everytime i think i had enough, i start heading for the door-------------------------------------------
there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
| | Pigfarts... is on MARS! | | Computer Nerd Alert! | |
Jeffery looked up from his supposed wallet and watched as everyone was giving people nicknames now. He was a youngish-looking boy come out from the bathroom. Jeffery looked at his picture, then at the bathroom. He got up and entered the bathroom and saw a mirror on the wall. "So that's what he was doing." He thought. He was in there way too long to be using the loo. He took a deep breath, then turned to face the mirror.
{OoC: went to sleep and saw that it was already up to page four... ><}
She didn't know what to say. Names...? What had her name been? What was her name now? "Flora..." she muttered. She wanted to know her real name, a fake name didn't seem to fit. She looked around, then with much effort, she stood. She needed o use the bathroom. How did she look like? Did she remember? But someone was already in there. She stood outside, waiting her turn, it felt weird walking, a bit stiff and it wasn't pleasant.
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Jeffery saw the face that was on the license... whatever that was. So this was him, he was Jeffery Philbert. He touched his face, his hair, everything. He was so happy, now that he knew what his face looked like. Huh, he didn't look that bad. Pretty handsome for a guy who's mind just got wiped of all it's info. He smirked, then walked back out of the bathroom. He accidentally bumped into someone, a girl. "Oh, sorry." He said, then opened up his wallet and kept walking. He took out the license. It said 'Age: 17' So he was 17 then, eh? Still pretty young. He walked back over to the group, sitting down against the wall.
Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
OOC: Me, too. ZOMG, page 4? You guys are teh awesome. The conversation is so entertaining to read. And, sorry. I'd have posted more plot last night, but I left all your names in a Word doc at work. XD Sorry. Okay, so here we go.
SPOILER!!: xii-WishiWasYours
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{OoC: went to sleep and saw that it was already up to page four... ><}
She didn't know what to say. Names...? What had her name been? What was her name now? "Flora..." she muttered. She wanted to know her real name, a fake name didn't seem to fit. She looked around, then with much effort, she stood. She needed o use the bathroom. How did she look like? Did she remember? But someone was already in there. She stood outside, waiting her turn, it felt weird walking, a bit stiff and it wasn't pleasant.
You feel something poking into your side from your pocket. It feel like you've been lying on a set of keys for hours.
SPOILER!!: Gryffindoll
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He remained in the bathroom for the next few moments, merely examining this unfamiliar face that stared back at him from the mirror. He seemed young. Definitely in his teen years… sixteen, perhaps? Fifteen? Or perhaps he was just a young-looking old guy? Who knew, there was no way to tell. He was distracted from his examinations, though, as he heard commotion echoing from the group outside. Apparently, someone had found… their wallet? Well, that's lovely. But other people's joys didn't really interest him. This lot didn't look like a very smart group either; they all just sat on their rears and argued (or at least that's how it sounded in the muffled sounds he heard) rather than move and try to do something.
He finally made his way back out after staring at his face got boring. He searched the pockets of his jeans and found nothing but a few golden coins, gum, and a piece of paper. He unfolded the piece of paper but found nothing interesting, it only had some numbers scribbled on it, numbers that could mean anything for all he knew. He stuffed these things back into his pocket and walked back out into the main room that was crowded with unfamiliar faces. He noted that a girl and a boy seemed to be talking/arguing and the boy seemed to have a rather funny accent. He said nothing, though, and instead leaned against the wall with crossed arms, watching the two bicker like he was watching animals at a zoo.
It was then that the boy with the funny accent asked what he looked like, and the girl gave him a vague description. Oh Merlin. He rolled his eyes. "If you want to see your face, there's a mirror in the bathroom just down the hall," he said, gesturing toward the hall at his right with his thumb.
Actually, as you pull things out of your pocket, a stiff square of paper flutters to the ground. As it spins in midair to the floor, you catch patches of color on the other side. It looks like a picture.
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She muttered something that could've been 'it's alright'. Then she felt something in her pocket and it was the furthest thing from comfortable. She slid her hand in and pulled out a set of... keys? Where they hers? She couldn't remember. She looked at the keys wondering when she used them, what had they been used for. She shook her head and walked away from the bathroom, looking at the keys and wondering where they had belonged or who they had belonged to. Looking at them she wished that it could trigger something in her mind that let her know something about herself.
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Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
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She muttered something that could've been 'it's alright'. Then she felt something in her pocket and it was the furthest thing from comfortable. She slid her hand in and pulled out a set of... keys? Where they hers? She couldn't remember. She looked at the keys wondering when she used them, what had they been used for. She shook her head and walked away from the bathroom, looking at the keys and wondering where they had belonged or who they had belonged to. Looking at them she wished that it could trigger something in her mind that let her know something about herself.
One of the keyrings is a block of wood that has been carved into a name with bubble letters. Charlotte.
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She flipped through the bells and charms that hung off the loop, but there was a piece of wood. Who would use that? And on it was carved a single name: Charlotte. Wait... was that her name? She felt her pulse quicken a bit, and she smiled. "Charlotte," she said quietly, liking the way the name rolled off her tongue. Then Charlotte it is... she thought to herself as she ran a finger across the name, tracing each letter, from the simple c to the loopy e.
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Bored from watching the others just talk about how they don't remember anything, which was beyond obvious at this point, he checked his pockets once more. Perhaps he could make something of those numbers he'd seen earlier. What if it was his bank account number or something? If he had an account… that would come in pretty handy.
As he pulled the things from his pockets once more, a stiff square of paper flutters to the ground. As it spins in midair to the floor, he caught patches of color on the other side. It looked like a picture. Brown eyes a little wide at this realization, he quickly picked up the paper from the floor. His gaze fell upon the picture of a young girl about his age, smiling up and waving up at him from a windy, winter afternoon at the park. Whoa, the picture moved! Are pictures supposed to move? He blinked, staring at the picture for a few long moments, studying this girl's features, trying his best to remember where he had seen her before, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing came to mind. Not a thing.
He sighed. He wasn't going to get very far stuck in this room, he needed to get out and find someone, anyone who wasn't in the same situation they were in. He moved on to the main door of the room, turning the doorknob and pushing the door but finding himself with no luck. It simply wouldn't open at all. He ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration, pausing for a moment before trying again, doing everything he could to the door - push, shove, kick, anything, anything at all.
After a few moments of this and finding himself seeing no results, the boy let out a sigh of defeat and let himself slide with his back against the door, onto the floor. He was stuck.
He pulled out the picture of the girl again, simply gazing at it, examining every tiny detail, hoping to find something in it that would give him at least a clue of who he was, of where he came from.
Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
SPOILER!!: Gryffindoll
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Originally Posted by Gryffindoll
Bored from watching the others just talk about how they don't remember anything, which was beyond obvious at this point, he checked his pockets once more. Perhaps he could make something of those numbers he'd seen earlier. What if it was his bank account number or something? If he had an account… that would come in pretty handy.
As he pulled the things from his pockets once more, a stiff square of paper flutters to the ground. As it spins in midair to the floor, he caught patches of color on the other side. It looked like a picture. Brown eyes a little wide at this realization, he quickly picked up the paper from the floor. His gaze fell upon the picture of a young girl about his age, smiling up and waving up at him from a windy, winter afternoon at the park. Whoa, the picture moved! Are pictures supposed to move? He blinked, staring at the picture for a few long moments, studying this girl's features, trying his best to remember where he had seen her before, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing came to mind. Not a thing.
He sighed. He wasn't going to get very far stuck in this room, he needed to get out and find someone, anyone who wasn't in the same situation they were in. He moved on to the main door of the room, turning the doorknob and pushing the door but finding himself with no luck. It simply wouldn't open at all. He ran a hand through his dark hair in frustration, pausing for a moment before trying again, doing everything he could to the door - push, shove, kick, anything, anything at all.
After a few moments of this and finding himself seeing no results, the boy let out a sigh of defeat and let himself slide with his back against the door, onto the floor. He was stuck.
He pulled out the picture of the girl again, simply gazing at it, examining every tiny detail, hoping to find something in it that would give him at least a clue of who he was, of where he came from.
The girl in the picture looks like this: She blows you a kiss, then spins in a circle, her hair bouncing behind her. Something about her smile breaks your heart.
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He sighed.
There was something about this girl, he wasn't sure what it was, but... well, if there was a picture of her in his pocket, there must've been a reason for it. She must've been something to him - a sister, a cousin, a... girlfriend? His eyes widened slightly at that possibility. Well, she was blowing a kiss at him. Errr...
It could be anything.
Either way, all he knew was that this girl was someone to him, there was just something about her cheery smile, the way her curly hair bounced as she twirled gracefully... something about it got his heart to beat a little faster, got his senses to turn more alert. What was it about her?
With a sigh, he finally tore his gaze away from the picture. He glanced around at the people just waking up, unable to help feeling a little envious of those who were lucky enough to find their names - the kid with the wallet, the girl with the keychain. He'd hoped to have the same luck, but his pockets offered him nothing but useless pieces of paper, coins, and... this photograph.
But it was then, as his gaze roamed over the room that his brown eyes fell upon her - her. The girl in the picture! He froze for a moment there, not sure what to do. Should he just come up to her - 'oh hey look what I found in my pocket! It's a picture of you! How big of a creep am I?!' No, that wasn't the smoothest way to go about it. But... if he had something of hers, perhaps... she had something of his? This thought got a sudden rush of nerves to wash through him, nerves that just looking at this girl wasn't making better. There was just something about her that made him feel a little... melancholy, like he'd lost something.
After a few moments of hesitating, he got up to his feet and made his way over to the girl (Emm's charrie). "Hey," he said softly, not all that sure how to go about this.
Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
Point of interest: Anyone who has been to the bathroom will have noticed that the mirror will swing foward. There are also thirteen toothbrushes in four cups along the sink.
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She gazed around the room, seeing that another girl had found what appeared to be keys and was now saying a name.... Charlotte. She moved on and found one of the guys staring at a photograph before walking over the curly-haired, blonde girl. Her eyes passed further but they only came to land on Frenchie again and she was at a loss for what to say. She hated being in the dark. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them.
But most of these people found whatever they found on them, right? The thought gave her a small bit of hope that maybe she was carrying something too. Holding her breath, she checked the front pockets of her jeans, finding only a gum wrapper. She was more lucky with the back pockets - sort of. A folded piece of paper that seemed to have writing on the inside was tucked small and deep in the denim. She turned it over, but didn't browse it just yet. Finally, she checked her hoodie pocket to find a couple of.... peppermints were they? She popped one in her mouth.
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Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
SPOILER!!: Dee-Dee
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She gazed around the room, seeing that another girl had found what appeared to be keys and was now saying a name.... Charlotte. She moved on and found one of the guys staring at a photograph before walking over the curly-haired, blonde girl. Her eyes passed further but they only came to land on Frenchie again and she was at a loss for what to say. She hated being in the dark. She pulled her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them.
But most of these people found whatever they found on them, right? The thought gave her a small bit of hope that maybe she was carrying something too. Holding her breath, she checked the front pockets of her jeans, finding only a gum wrapper. She was more lucky with the back pockets - sort of. A folded piece of paper that seemed to have writing on the inside was tucked small and deep in the denim. She turned it over, but didn't browse it just yet. Finally, she checked her hoodie pocket to find a couple of.... peppermints were they? She popped one in her mouth.
You're not sure why, but the peppermint actually makes you feel better. It sort of tingles in the back of your throat and your skin feels warm and comfortable. If you look at the wrapper, it says "Pepper-ups".
In your hoodie pocket, you also find a concert ticket for a band called 'The Weird Sisters.' And it's been autographed. In scrawled handwriting, you can make out, "Keep rocking hard, Robin," next to a signature that's impossible to read.
The folded up piece of paper you found has 'To B.R.' written on the folded side.
SPOILER!!: Gryffindoll
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He sighed.
There was something about this girl, he wasn't sure what it was, but... well, if there was a picture of her in his pocket, there must've been a reason for it. She must've been something to him - a sister, a cousin, a... girlfriend? His eyes widened slightly at that possibility. Well, she was blowing a kiss at him. Errr...
It could be anything.
Either way, all he knew was that this girl was someone to him, there was just something about her cheery smile, the way her curly hair bounced as she twirled gracefully... something about it got his heart to beat a little faster, got his senses to turn more alert. What was it about her?
With a sigh, he finally tore his gaze away from the picture. He glanced around at the people just waking up, unable to help feeling a little envious of those who were lucky enough to find their names - the kid with the wallet, the girl with the keychain. He'd hoped to have the same luck, but his pockets offered him nothing but useless pieces of paper, coins, and... this photograph.
But it was then, as his gaze roamed over the room that his brown eyes fell upon her - her. The girl in the picture! He froze for a moment there, not sure what to do. Should he just come up to her - 'oh hey look what I found in my pocket! It's a picture of you! How big of a creep am I?!' No, that wasn't the smoothest way to go about it. But... if he had something of hers, perhaps... she had something of his? This thought got a sudden rush of nerves to wash through him, nerves that just looking at this girl wasn't making better. There was just something about her that made him feel a little... melancholy, like he'd lost something.
After a few moments of hesitating, he got up to his feet and made his way over to the girl (Emm's charrie). "Hey," he said softly, not all that sure how to go about this.
Now that you're talking to the girl in the photograph, you're not sure you want to give up the photo. You kind of feel like clinging to it. Like... like it's a lifeline. (You may, of course, show it to her anyway. You never were great at sound decision-making.)
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He sighed as other people figured out who they were, he started looking at the other people, he eyes landed on Logic who was looking on some stuff, he walked over to her a curious look on his face, "Did you find something," he asked as he stood looking down at her.
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There was something different about the girl - this version of her he saw in the photograph was so… carefree, joyous, a sort of childlike innocence and enthusiasm radiating from her perfectly bright smile. But this girl that stood before him… she seemed a little lost, a little helpless, nothing like the confident smiling girl that twirled around in the photograph he held. And this made perfect sense, of course, since she was in the same situation he was in, not remembering who they were, but… Was he being a total creeper for wanting to keep the picture?
Something he couldn't quite figure out told him to keep it at least a little longer. Something about her smile and the way her eyes sparkled brought him a sort of comfort, some sort of hope. Oh get a grip of yourself, you don't even know this girl. Or did he? Obviously he must've known her at some point, if he had this in his pocket. Perhaps she had given it to him?
That last thought got the boy's dark eyebrows to furrow slightly, and with curiosity burning in his brown eyes, he turned the photograph in his hand, hoping to perhaps find… something, anything that would answer at least one of his questions.
Muse of Xevis > | < Defender of Trearlonis > | < Elder of Gostrenac > | < Daughter of Eshoza
SPOILER!!: Gryffindoll
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There was something different about the girl - this version of her he saw in the photograph was so… carefree, joyous, a sort of childlike innocence and enthusiasm radiating from her perfectly bright smile. But this girl that stood before him… she seemed a little lost, a little helpless, nothing like the confident smiling girl that twirled around in the photograph he held. And this made perfect sense, of course, since she was in the same situation he was in, not remembering who they were, but… Was he being a total creeper for wanting to keep the picture?
Something he couldn't quite figure out told him to keep it at least a little longer. Something about her smile and the way her eyes sparkled brought him a sort of comfort, some sort of hope. Oh get a grip of yourself, you don't even know this girl. Or did he? Obviously he must've known her at some point, if he had this in his pocket. Perhaps she had given it to him?
That last thought got the boy's dark eyebrows to furrow slightly, and with curiosity burning in his brown eyes, he turned the photograph in his hand, hoping to perhaps find… something, anything that would answer at least one of his questions.
On the back of the photograph, written with a dark pen, is the phrase, "Angel in the Wind." It's like... a title. Beneath the title is written, "Lisette." Even further down are the initials: T.D.C.
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He sighed as other people figured out who they were, he started looking at the other people, he eyes landed on Logic who was looking on some stuff, he walked over to her a curious look on his face, "Did you find something," he asked as he stood looking down at her.
She looked at the wrapper of what she was eating and frowned. It wasn't a peppermint, but a pepper-up. What was that supposed to mean? Sure enough, though, a few moments later, her head was feeling clearer and her throat better, but there was an odd peppery taste in her mouth.
She then realized there was something else in her pocket and pulled out a concert ticket. She turned it over and found that it was a band called 'The Weird Sisters'. "Have you heard of..." she trailed off, shaking her head at Frenchie. "Nevermind, dumb question." She scanned the ticket further and found a signature she couldn't make out along with a message. "Robin? Who's Robin? What am I - some kind of rocker-chick?"
She didn't feel like a rocker-chick. She didn't feel like much of anything but.... logic, apparently. "I'm not sure yet," she answered Frenchie with a frown as she picked up the paper and read "To B.R." written on the front. So.... was it to her or from her? She opened it up and began to read....
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Ugh. She didn't want to wake up yet. She was still tired. Her limbs felt like they were weighed down by bags of sand and she was clearly not ready to get up. The girl rolled over with a groan, eyes still shut. She wished whoever was speaking would shut it. Her head was pounding... Why did she feel like this? She couldn't recall falling off a skyscraper lately.
She rolled over again, trying to find a comfortable position so she could return to her slumber. Instead of rolling upon a mattress, per say, she rolled up against a cupboard.
...a cupboard?
That wasn't supposed to be there. Startled, she opened her eyes for the first time, immediately closing them when the light hit them. The short glance around the room had been enough to tell her that something wasn't right here. In fact, she could tell something was very wrong, though she didn't know what.
How long had she been sleeping? Her head started pounding as she inched off the floor, slowly coming to stand on her feet. She grabbed onto the cupboard door handle for support as she did so.
Caring more about finding out where she was than the well-being of her eyes or the pain it caused her to use them, she opened her eyes once more, the brown orbs scanning the unfamiliar room. She didn't recognize the people or the place or anything around her, really. Have I been kidnapped? Where am I? Why am I here?... And who are they? she wondered feverishly as she caught sight of the other occupants of the room.
Her confusion overwhelming her, and the bad taste in her mouth getting to her, she bent over and threw up on the tile.
Ewww.
She looked around as a boy very near her began to wake up. She looked back over and said, "Hold that thought, Frenchie - you tend to that one while I tend to your new competition to be 'The Hunk
." She threw him a small smile before looking back at the guy who had just woken up. "No.... none of us do. And I'm guessing you don't know who you are either." She took a small breath. "For now we're just going off pretty much nicknames that happen spur of the moment, soooo in that case, that's Frenchie," she started, motioning over to the sandy-haired boy, "And I suppose I'm Logic---" she shook her head slightly, "And that's Jeffrey. He's the only one who actually knows who he is." She looked over at the boy who seemed much older than all of the rest of the ones who were awake.
He nodded "Yes I don't know who am I".."Okay then nice too meet you Franchie..Logic.." he said..He turned around to Jefferey 'What a lucky..knows who he is' he thought.."Wait..how he knows who he is?" he asked the girl
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HE looked at the new boy, "Trying to think of a nickname for you...unless you know your name which I am more than sure you do not," he said with a frown, he shrugged, "we are not sure all we know is nothing, I am Frenchie by the way....well at least that is what I have been nicknamed, she's Logic...and he's Jeffrey the only named one."" He smiled as he nodded to Logic and Jeffrey. "Sorry I can't be of much help." He rolled his eyes at her, he smirked, "I think I look better then him," he said with a small smile, "I named Sleepy here you name him."
"Sleepy??Oh come on.." he growled.."I just woke up like a few minutes ago and you named me Sleepy??so if someone woke up after me they'll get Sleepy as their nickname too then?" he laughed
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He just sat and listen. then he got an idea for a name, how he came up with it? the world's greatest mystery "can I be called Iggy?" he asked looking at the two had named him sleepy.
He turned to look at the guy "Nice to meet you then Iggy"
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He nodded "Yes I don't know who am I".."Okay then nice too meet you Franchie..Logic.." he said..He turned around to Jefferey 'What a lucky..knows who he is' he thought.."Wait..how he knows who he is?" he asked the girl.
She sighed slightly and looked over at him once more. "Jeffrey found some weird license in his wallet on the floor, actually. And other people have been finding things of theirs in their pockets," she added, holding up the ticket she'd just found. "So I'd check yours, if I were you," she finished with a nod.
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SPOILER!!: Dee-Dee
She looked at the wrapper of what she was eating and frowned. It wasn't a peppermint, but a pepper-up. What was that supposed to mean? Sure enough, though, a few moments later, her head was feeling clearer and her throat better, but there was an odd peppery taste in her mouth.
She then realized there was something else in her pocket and pulled out a concert ticket. She turned it over and found that it was a band called 'The Weird Sisters'. "Have you heard of..." she trailed off, shaking her head at Frenchie. "Nevermind, dumb question." She scanned the ticket further and found a signature she couldn't make out along with a message. "Robin? Who's Robin? What am I - some kind of rocker-chick?"
She didn't feel like a rocker-chick. She didn't feel like much of anything but.... logic, apparently. "I'm not sure yet," she answered Frenchie with a frown as she picked up the paper and read "To B.R." written on the front. So.... was it to her or from her? She opened it up and began to read....
On the paper, which looks like it's been torn out of a notebook, you see vines with thorns and bleeding roses etched around the border with a pencil. They're quite good drawings. You start to read the note, but after a second, it starts reading itself to your great surprise. The voice reading the note is a bored-sounding boy who you can almost picture in your mind's eye as a tall, thing boy with long, jagged, black hair who wears eyeliner and girls' pants.
"So listen, B," the voice says in an American accent, "I'm sorry, but I really think we should... you know, break up or whatever. I don't feel like you're as into this as I am and... you know, there's just stuff. So, cool, then. Okay."
The voice doesn't read the signature, but the letter is signed 'Axle'.
SPOILER!!: Lindzers
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Ugh. She didn't want to wake up yet. She was still tired. Her limbs felt like they were weighed down by bags of sand and she was clearly not ready to get up. The girl rolled over with a groan, eyes still shut. She wished whoever was speaking would shut it. Her head was pounding... Why did she feel like this? She couldn't recall falling off a skyscraper lately.
She rolled over again, trying to find a comfortable position so she could return to her slumber. Instead of rolling upon a mattress, per say, she rolled up against a cupboard.
...a cupboard?
That wasn't supposed to be there. Startled, she opened her eyes for the first time, immediately closing them when the light hit them. The short glance around the room had been enough to tell her that something wasn't right here. In fact, she could tell something was very wrong, though she didn't know what.
How long had she been sleeping? Her head started pounding as she inched off the floor, slowly coming to stand on her feet. She grabbed onto the cupboard door handle for support as she did so.
Caring more about finding out where she was than the well-being of her eyes or the pain it caused her to use them, she opened her eyes once more, the brown orbs scanning the unfamiliar room. She didn't recognize the people or the place or anything around her, really. Have I been kidnapped? Where am I? Why am I here?... And who are they? she wondered feverishly as she caught sight of the other occupants of the room.
Her confusion overwhelming her, and the bad taste in her mouth getting to her, she bent over and threw up on the tile.
Ewww.
You're wearing a scarf, which kind of makes throwing up extra unpleasant. You also get one end of it in the... ew.
SPOILER!!: silver.bullet
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He nodded "Yes I don't know who am I".."Okay then nice too meet you Franchie..Logic.." he said..He turned around to Jefferey 'What a lucky..knows who he is' he thought.."Wait..how he knows who he is?" he asked the girl
"Sleepy??Oh come on.." he growled.."I just woke up like a few minutes ago and you named me Sleepy??so if someone woke up after me they'll get Sleepy as their nickname too then?" he laughed
He turned to look at the guy "Nice to meet you then Iggy"
The inside of your shirt collar is itching like crazy.
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And, sorry. I'd have posted more plot last night, but I left all your names in a Word doc at work. XD Sorry. Okay, so here we go.
