Here’s the
OOC
Remember, no godmoding, powerplaying, or metagaming. And please be nice to eahother! Characters can be however rude they want to, though.
I will be controlling the night/day cycle.
PLAYERS:
@/Tswimmy - Vance and Amelia
@/effervience - Ios
@/popatopips - Michael
@/Heradotus - Mason
@/Draconequis - Scilla
@/Cassey6495 - Caitlyn
@/Cathatt - Silke
@/Ethiera - Luka and Marq
@/Willowfrost10 - Dawn
Here’s the
OOC
Remember, no godmoding, powerplaying, or metagaming. And please be nice to eahother! Characters can be however rude they want to, though.
I will be controlling the night/day cycle.
PLAYERS:
@/Tswimmy - Vance and Amelia
@/effervience - Ios
@/popatopips - Michael
@/Heradotus - Mason
@/Draconequis - Scilla
@/Cassey6495 - Caitlyn
@/Cathatt - Silke
@/Ethiera - Luka and Marq
@/Willowfrost10 - Dawn
((I will be introducing Amelia later in the story))
Vance kicked a chair away from him. Where had she put his phone? Earlier in the day, when the school was running, his English teacher had taken it away from him. Sure, he was on it. But it’s not like he was cheating or anything, he was just using a free editing app to make the teacher’s face look stupid. It was almost unnoticeable, he was able to hide it under the desk. Normal holo-watches couldn’t do that. They had to project the screen into the air.
The point was, Vance had gone through a lot of effort to take that phone. It was old and barely worked, but it was all he had for communication. He grumbled to himself and punched a drawer, wincing as he realized it was made out of metal. It popped open, and inside was a box shaped item with a cracked screen. Got it.
He walked out of the room and down the hall, exiting through the back entrance of the beaten-up building. The afternoon sun sucked, but at least there wasn’t any dust in the air like yesterday. That was a thousand times worse. At least he could head to his own private pool, or what was left of it. He didn’t have a backpack like most other students, so that made the heat a little more bearable. He began to cross the almost-dead courtyard that was in front of the back of the school.
((I will be introducing Amelia later in the story))
Vance kicked a chair away from him. Where had she put his phone? Earlier in the day, when the school was running, his English teacher had taken it away from him. Sure, he was on it. But it’s not like he was cheating or anything, he was just using a free editing app to make the teacher’s face look stupid. It was almost unnoticeable, he was able to hide it under the desk. Normal holo-watches couldn’t do that. They had to project the screen into the air.
The point was, Vance had gone through a lot of effort to take that phone. It was old and barely worked, but it was all he had for communication. He grumbled to himself and punched a drawer, wincing as he realized it was made out of metal. It popped open, and inside was a box shaped item with a cracked screen. Got it.
He walked out of the room and down the hall, exiting through the back entrance of the beaten-up building. The afternoon sun sucked, but at least there wasn’t any dust in the air like yesterday. That was a thousand times worse. At least he could head to his own private pool, or what was left of it. He didn’t have a backpack like most other students, so that made the heat a little more bearable. He began to cross the almost-dead courtyard that was in front of the back of the school.
Michael found himself nose-deep into a manga book, reading about the sweet girls of Doki Doki Literature club. As much as he loved Anime, it was bothersome having to practically possess the small magazine every time he had to flip the page.
Eventually, he gave up and let the natural air current close the feathery pages. He seeped away from his chair and looked around the room, feeling bored as the seconds progressed. He didn't want to go outside and possibly have to socialize, but boredom overcame him.
Slowly, he peered out of the door by sticking his head right through, looking for some sign of a person or any reason not to go outside, really.
When no one was there, he stepped out, trying to hide himself, or make himself more transparent, but he wasn't in control of that.
Michael sighed and put some universal earbuds in, to listen to old songs from bands he really liked... the emo ones. As he listened, he ambled around the dead place with no real place to go, maybe outside.
Michael found himself nose-deep into a manga book, reading about the sweet girls of Doki Doki Literature club. As much as he loved Anime, it was bothersome having to practically possess the small magazine every time he had to flip the page.
Eventually, he gave up and let the natural air current close the feathery pages. He seeped away from his chair and looked around the room, feeling bored as the seconds progressed. He didn't want to go outside and possibly have to socialize, but boredom overcame him.
Slowly, he peered out of the door by sticking his head right through, looking for some sign of a person or any reason not to go outside, really.
When no one was there, he stepped out, trying to hide himself, or make himself more transparent, but he wasn't in control of that.
Michael sighed and put some universal earbuds in, to listen to old songs from bands he really liked... the emo ones. As he listened, he ambled around the dead place with no real place to go, maybe outside.
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|| drearie
|| she/her
|| bi
|| worm king
|| anthem
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Caitlyn pressed a hand to her bright red cheek, muttering under her breath. Last period gym was the worst, especially when it ended with the jocks kicking a ball around and ended up meeting someone’s face. Sadly for Caitlyn, it was her right cheek that had a too-close-for-comfort meet with the ball.
She stood on the edge of the shade of the back of the building, grimacing as she tugged her hood up and over her eyes. Maybe she could summon a small cloud to make her clothes wet before she started walking? No, people would think Cait had some other liquid, probably sugar-y, all over her since water was more valuable as a drink, and the sunblock she put on earlier might not have absorbed into her skin all the way. It’d be sticky and slimy.
She just wanted to go home or to the park and draw. She didn’t even have work today either, which was the first time in weeks. The only downsides to today was being hit by a ball, and that it was a day blessed by sunshine and heat. “Why can’t it just be cloudy for one day,” Caitlyn mumbled to herself, scowling while trying to postpone her venture into the sun.
Caitlyn pressed a hand to her bright red cheek, muttering under her breath. Last period gym was the worst, especially when it ended with the jocks kicking a ball around and ended up meeting someone’s face. Sadly for Caitlyn, it was her right cheek that had a too-close-for-comfort meet with the ball.
She stood on the edge of the shade of the back of the building, grimacing as she tugged her hood up and over her eyes. Maybe she could summon a small cloud to make her clothes wet before she started walking? No, people would think Cait had some other liquid, probably sugar-y, all over her since water was more valuable as a drink, and the sunblock she put on earlier might not have absorbed into her skin all the way. It’d be sticky and slimy.
She just wanted to go home or to the park and draw. She didn’t even have work today either, which was the first time in weeks. The only downsides to today was being hit by a ball, and that it was a day blessed by sunshine and heat. “Why can’t it just be cloudy for one day,” Caitlyn mumbled to herself, scowling while trying to postpone her venture into the sun.
±3 Hours FR time | She/her | 9+ year RPer
Ios sighed, staring at his apartment windows. The days in the desert seemed to stretch out for forever, the sun never coming down early and the dusty brown of the desert stretching out for as far as the eye could see. He stretched, yawned. The entire day he had stayed in his apartment, AC on at full blast, lazing around with the occasional sweet note of his Stradivarius violin gracing the air.
Other than that, that was how he spent most of his days. Turning to look at the digital clock that convieniently displayed the date, year, and alarms for important things (Not that there were any, out there)he saw it was late afternoon. Time to shake the schedule up a little.
Standing up and pulling on a loose grey cardigan, the only appointment on the clock was a simple note.
6:00 PM: SHIFTING
TIME SKIP: 10 MINS
Looking out of the door almost shyly, Ios stepped out onto the street for the first time in 3 days, and unfurled the umbrella over his head. The looks people gave him were strange, but worth it, since the treatment for being open about being a myth was much worse. "Park, or school?" He mumbled to himself. He had tried to go to the local school once, but dropped out the first day. What kinds of useless things did they teach there, anyways? His personal tutor had taught him more.
Deciding to look at the school, he bumped into a girl with a red mark on her cheek. "Sorry!" He squeaked, before running off behind her. Ugh, was he that socially awkward now?
Ios sighed, staring at his apartment windows. The days in the desert seemed to stretch out for forever, the sun never coming down early and the dusty brown of the desert stretching out for as far as the eye could see. He stretched, yawned. The entire day he had stayed in his apartment, AC on at full blast, lazing around with the occasional sweet note of his Stradivarius violin gracing the air.
Other than that, that was how he spent most of his days. Turning to look at the digital clock that convieniently displayed the date, year, and alarms for important things (Not that there were any, out there)he saw it was late afternoon. Time to shake the schedule up a little.
Standing up and pulling on a loose grey cardigan, the only appointment on the clock was a simple note.
6:00 PM: SHIFTING
TIME SKIP: 10 MINS
Looking out of the door almost shyly, Ios stepped out onto the street for the first time in 3 days, and unfurled the umbrella over his head. The looks people gave him were strange, but worth it, since the treatment for being open about being a myth was much worse. "Park, or school?" He mumbled to himself. He had tried to go to the local school once, but dropped out the first day. What kinds of useless things did they teach there, anyways? His personal tutor had taught him more.
Deciding to look at the school, he bumped into a girl with a red mark on her cheek. "Sorry!" He squeaked, before running off behind her. Ugh, was he that socially awkward now?
Michael poked his head out of the building, fazing through the wall with a slight shiver, though he had gotten used to it by now. He watched as people made awkward social interactions and kept well away from them.
He ambled through the shadows, trying not to step in the sun which would flush him white and invisible. He pulled his sleeves farther over his arms, to the point where they covered half of his hands.
He pushed the volume all the way up, taking a seated position on the ground to watch the beautiful, eye-burning outdoors that he had avoided so much when he was alive.
Michael poked his head out of the building, fazing through the wall with a slight shiver, though he had gotten used to it by now. He watched as people made awkward social interactions and kept well away from them.
He ambled through the shadows, trying not to step in the sun which would flush him white and invisible. He pulled his sleeves farther over his arms, to the point where they covered half of his hands.
He pushed the volume all the way up, taking a seated position on the ground to watch the beautiful, eye-burning outdoors that he had avoided so much when he was alive.
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|| drearie
|| she/her
|| bi
|| worm king
|| anthem
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Mason plodded out of last period gym, scribbling in a plain notebook. When he was younger, he didn't take school seriously. He'd laugh with his friends about the homework he forgot, only to fight with his parents later. Now he wrote everything down.
1 - find girl hit by ball, say sorry
Too little too late, of course, Mom said; did he want to end up like her, making the same mistakes as her at this critical time? You had to show them you were a high achiever early on. You had to follow their formula and toe the line before you applied for government service. That was what Dad did, she said, and that was why Dad worked shorter hours and got better benefits. (Most of the time, anyway. That was all true when Mason was younger. This year, though, it seemed like Dad was never home.)
2 - pick up m/d dry clean
Mason was one of the oldest kids in his year now after failing classes and getting held back more than once, which everybody tended to assume was for disciplinary reasons instead. The small-time bullies thought he was the big bully. They hung around, leaned on his upper arms, and pounded him on the back whenever he did something they thought was bad or tough. Which wasn't helpful for making real friends.
The guys he'd been kicking that ball around with weren't actually that bad, but they laughed like jerks when Mason's pass rebounded off one of their shins and hit--Caitlyn, wasn't it?--in the face. Mason glared, because look what they'd gotten him into, but they didn't straighten up, maybe because--well, glaring was Mason's normal face, or so he'd been told. Whatever. Maybe the girl was still around. He lumbered around the corner toward the back of the building, irritably clicking the carved wood, silver, and steel ballpoint pen he grabbed off the kitchen counter that morning.
Mason plodded out of last period gym, scribbling in a plain notebook. When he was younger, he didn't take school seriously. He'd laugh with his friends about the homework he forgot, only to fight with his parents later. Now he wrote everything down.
1 - find girl hit by ball, say sorry
Too little too late, of course, Mom said; did he want to end up like her, making the same mistakes as her at this critical time? You had to show them you were a high achiever early on. You had to follow their formula and toe the line before you applied for government service. That was what Dad did, she said, and that was why Dad worked shorter hours and got better benefits. (Most of the time, anyway. That was all true when Mason was younger. This year, though, it seemed like Dad was never home.)
2 - pick up m/d dry clean
Mason was one of the oldest kids in his year now after failing classes and getting held back more than once, which everybody tended to assume was for disciplinary reasons instead. The small-time bullies thought he was the big bully. They hung around, leaned on his upper arms, and pounded him on the back whenever he did something they thought was bad or tough. Which wasn't helpful for making real friends.
The guys he'd been kicking that ball around with weren't actually that bad, but they laughed like jerks when Mason's pass rebounded off one of their shins and hit--Caitlyn, wasn't it?--in the face. Mason glared, because look what they'd gotten him into, but they didn't straighten up, maybe because--well, glaring was Mason's normal face, or so he'd been told. Whatever. Maybe the girl was still around. He lumbered around the corner toward the back of the building, irritably clicking the carved wood, silver, and steel ballpoint pen he grabbed off the kitchen counter that morning.
Addiction: Hot black tea.
Profession: Wannabe philosopher.
Pronouns: They/them/their.
Cait had to hold back a hiss when someone bumped into her, stormy grey eyes flickering over the person not even for a moment before the let out a squeak. Did they just say sorry? She wasn’t sure, just that they scampered off quickly, leaving her alone before she could even tell him it was alright.
After watching this white-haired (Was it white hair? He could have been blond but with the sun reflecting off of it, she couldn’t tell) leave her, and she suppressed a sigh and turned back towards her dilemma of the sun. She shoved her hands into her pockets and took in small breath. She’d just go straight home, the usual route she knew had the most shade for most of the walk.
She’d be fine, and she wouldn’t get sun burnt. Besides, people were always talking about how kids didn’t get enough vitamin D nowadays. A little sun wouldn’t hurt. Unless of course she stayed in it too long or became half-blinded by it. Putting a single foot out of the sun, she was ready to get going when she heard a clicking noise, and she instinctively glanced around to find the source.
When Caitlyn saw where and who it was coming from, she wasn’t sure if she should relax or just walk away before he could interact with her. She decided to simply stay put and let him pass before going. Lots of students slipped out the back to avoid the more dramatic events that occurred up front most days. Though today, she might be getting into drama depending on if he came to make fun of her or apologize.
Cait had to hold back a hiss when someone bumped into her, stormy grey eyes flickering over the person not even for a moment before the let out a squeak. Did they just say sorry? She wasn’t sure, just that they scampered off quickly, leaving her alone before she could even tell him it was alright.
After watching this white-haired (Was it white hair? He could have been blond but with the sun reflecting off of it, she couldn’t tell) leave her, and she suppressed a sigh and turned back towards her dilemma of the sun. She shoved her hands into her pockets and took in small breath. She’d just go straight home, the usual route she knew had the most shade for most of the walk.
She’d be fine, and she wouldn’t get sun burnt. Besides, people were always talking about how kids didn’t get enough vitamin D nowadays. A little sun wouldn’t hurt. Unless of course she stayed in it too long or became half-blinded by it. Putting a single foot out of the sun, she was ready to get going when she heard a clicking noise, and she instinctively glanced around to find the source.
When Caitlyn saw where and who it was coming from, she wasn’t sure if she should relax or just walk away before he could interact with her. She decided to simply stay put and let him pass before going. Lots of students slipped out the back to avoid the more dramatic events that occurred up front most days. Though today, she might be getting into drama depending on if he came to make fun of her or apologize.
±3 Hours FR time | She/her | 9+ year RPer
Vance tilted his head slightly when he heard mumbling behind him. He turned around and saw 2 people, one carrying an umbrella for some reason and the other with what looked like a red mark across her face. The one carrying an umbrella ran into the red-faced girl, and he squeaked or something. How weird.
Well, he wasn’t really going to do anything else. It wasn’t dark yet and he would have to wait about an hour before he could actually shift without being noticed. Plus the dirty pool was probably too warm for his liking anyway.
But, there was the issue that they were norms and not suls, which would probably be a problem since he was pretty out as a sul. But on the other hand he was sure not everyone in the entire school knew. That’s too many kids to get to. Either way, he figured it’d be interesting to see what these kids thought of him, whether they were myths or not.
He walked up to them, biting his thumb nail. “What’re you two doing out here? Wasn’t school over like two hours ago?” His eyes flicked to the girl’s angry red cheek, and then to another, bigger person approaching them.
Vance tilted his head slightly when he heard mumbling behind him. He turned around and saw 2 people, one carrying an umbrella for some reason and the other with what looked like a red mark across her face. The one carrying an umbrella ran into the red-faced girl, and he squeaked or something. How weird.
Well, he wasn’t really going to do anything else. It wasn’t dark yet and he would have to wait about an hour before he could actually shift without being noticed. Plus the dirty pool was probably too warm for his liking anyway.
But, there was the issue that they were norms and not suls, which would probably be a problem since he was pretty out as a sul. But on the other hand he was sure not everyone in the entire school knew. That’s too many kids to get to. Either way, he figured it’d be interesting to see what these kids thought of him, whether they were myths or not.
He walked up to them, biting his thumb nail. “What’re you two doing out here? Wasn’t school over like two hours ago?” His eyes flicked to the girl’s angry red cheek, and then to another, bigger person approaching them.
The park was pretty quiet this close to evening. Children climbed all over the playground, dogs were chasing balls, and couples sat together on benches. Luckily, Luka had arrived to fix all that.
The old man strolled into the park like he owned the place, if the owner of the park was a semi-arthritic werewolf with a hunched back and a limp. He headed straight for his usual bench, left empty by the regulars who knew him, set against a mesquite tree that provided great shade from the desert sun. As he eased his stiff limbs into his seat, he turned behind him and made eye contact with a teenager who was leaning against the tree. She gave him a thumbs up, flashing the ruby ring on her middle finger.
"Heed me, brothers!" he hollered. A few parents signalled to their children, and like clockwork, they cleared out of the park. "A great injustice has been done upon us. The time draws near to take our revenge!"
The park was pretty quiet this close to evening. Children climbed all over the playground, dogs were chasing balls, and couples sat together on benches. Luckily, Luka had arrived to fix all that.
The old man strolled into the park like he owned the place, if the owner of the park was a semi-arthritic werewolf with a hunched back and a limp. He headed straight for his usual bench, left empty by the regulars who knew him, set against a mesquite tree that provided great shade from the desert sun. As he eased his stiff limbs into his seat, he turned behind him and made eye contact with a teenager who was leaning against the tree. She gave him a thumbs up, flashing the ruby ring on her middle finger.
"Heed me, brothers!" he hollered. A few parents signalled to their children, and like clockwork, they cleared out of the park. "A great injustice has been done upon us. The time draws near to take our revenge!"
