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1:14am Nov 24 2011 (last edited on 12:28pm Nov 25 2011)
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Plot: Your whole life you've been given everything you've wanted, and at the snap of a finger. You're rich, and you know it. You don't hesitate showing off how much money you have- you practically shower in it. No one tells you no. If you get grounded, and your phone is taken away, you'll just buy a new one. Your car got scratched the other day while your "friend" is parking your car, no problem. Expensive paint jobs can do the trick, and you were planning to get it recolored anyways. While someone is bragging about the latest shirt they just bought from the hottest new store, you've got 10 at home, not counting the one you have on at the moment. You never buy mass produced items, only handmade or custom. Yes, life is good. And who cares if you slip up, once, twice, ok, a lot of times? You'll just get away with it, like you always do.
Not now.
One day, you get an invite to a Luxury camp, with everything you can think of to offer. Your parents are totally cool with it, so you might as well pack your bags and leave right now. So you do. You're kinda disgusted by the fact that your ride is a bus, but that's ok. You're sure the camp will make up for it. Tons of other kids are on the bus too, and you start to get a little excited.
Until the bus crashes, and in the middle of no where.
And now you're stuck, in a ghost town, scrapping together any chance of survival. You aren't rich anymore. All you know, is that it's going to be hard getting out.
Rules: 1.) No perfect characters. 2.) No powers. 3.) No supernatural beings. 4.) Gender ratio's must be even, so make a guy and a girl. 5.) Only kill someone if you get permission from the other person. 6.) Romance is allowed.
Bio Skeleton:
Name: Age:
Gender:
Personality: History(How you got here, optional): Markings(Tatoos, piercings, etc.): Appearance:
Other:
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1:28am Nov 24 2011
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(Throw in romance, and I'm in. ;o;)
"An Insane is a small creature that zips from person to person at hyper speed, stealing wallets and hearts in equal measure..." -Dmann
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8:44am Nov 24 2011
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[[I'm with Bloodrose on that. But, I'm guessing romance was self explainatory. If so, I have one question. How long does the personality need to be for the bio? Because, I have a new girl and a guy. The new girl, obviously, doesn't have a personality written down yet. And my guy, I'm still trying to 'make'. So... What are your requirements for the bio, in length? DDDD: ]]
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9:54am Nov 24 2011
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Name:Diangalo Quebec
Age:15
Gender:Boy
Personality:Brave, Protective, stuck up at times
Markings:blue tatoo on his left arm of a salamander
Appearance:Brown short wavy hair, green eyes, 5'2 Other:none Name: Hazel Kinoc
Age:17
Gender:Girl
Personality:Serious
Markings: green tattoo of a flower on her right arm
Appearance:Blonde, curly, long hair, brown eyes, 5'4
Other:none
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11:00am Nov 24 2011
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The bio doesn't have to be that long, I'm only looking for length in your posts. And I'll throw in romance. xD
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12:32pm Nov 24 2011
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(Thanks <3 I'll start on my bios as soon as possible.)
"An Insane is a small creature that zips from person to person at hyper speed, stealing wallets and hearts in equal measure..." -Dmann
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1:18pm Nov 24 2011 (last edited on 5:06pm Nov 24 2011)
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Name: Thalia Carlton Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Untrusting, wary, watchful, cold. History: Thalia was always the darker one, since birth. Not much of a talker, Thalia preferred to blend in with the crowd. Her parents were different, though. They loved to indulge on anything expensive, and barely talked to Thalia, as they were always away for special occasions, business trips, and vacations. Soon, Thalia began to spiral into depression, and when she became violent, there was nothing they could do. Deciding that camp was a good way to avoid her, they sent her off immediately. Markings: Other than her ears, no. Appearance: Thalia has long, jet black hair that curls when she wants it and stays straight when she doesn't. She has porcelain skin and rosy cheeks, with a slender build. Her face is heart shaped, and her eyes are a gray violet color. Standing at 5'8", she is well proportioned, and very athletic.
Other: None
Name: Reagan James Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Rude, self centered, stuck up, but rather dashing. ;D
History: Everyone knew Reagan was a wild one, and as he grew up, it became definite that he was in fact wild and rebellious. As a kid, he had always loved fast things- cars, motorcycles, dirt bikes, etc. When he got older, he began to start street racing, and also had tons of speeding tickets. After crashing half of his cars and getting into the hospital several times, his parents decided it was enough and shipped him off to Camp, which he had no problem with, thinking it'd be a good time to score a few girls.
Markings: None Appearance: Reagan has dirty blonde hair, and chocolate brown eyes. He has a square jaw and a muscular, lean build. His skin is lightly tanned, and he stands at 5'11". He has a slight Australian accent. Other: None
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4:54pm Nov 24 2011 (last edited on 10:16am Nov 25 2011)
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Name: Lancelot Ashford (Lance.)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: He has that 'gentleman' behavior. Some find it a hoax, but Lance usually stays away from people that think such so that no waves are made. He tends to be on the shy side but can be very sweeeeet. <3
Appearance:
Lance has that messy type black hair that is just above his ears. His habit is running his fingers through his hair very often. Usually when he feels uncomfortable. He grew up with a family that dressed up a whole lot, so half of his outfits are buttoned down shirts. He may even add a vest and tie if the event is very formal. Only one or two T-shirts are in his wardrobe. He's tall and lean, his voice as low as his father. With his bright hazel-green eyes, he is a spitting image of his father. Other:
English Accent baby <3
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Name: Dawn Wood
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Roleplaying out.
Appearance:
http://media.otakuzone.com/store/user/87674/T129617961684717749cdf3a6fc68e60a340f5bc98514.jpg
Other: None :)
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5:07pm Nov 24 2011
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Awesome. Yes, you can RP it out. If the picture isn't working, please try your best to describe it. x]
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6:02pm Nov 24 2011 (last edited on 7:26pm Nov 25 2011)
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REMAKING RAVEN
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Full Name: Kode(pronounced code) Damiare(Dahm-me-are-ee) Called: Kode Age: Eighteen Gender: Male Personality: Rp it out? He's very protective of his sister. He's somewhat of a bad boy. (Silver and black hair, silver eyes. Two silver snake bites. Like this:  ) Other: Two silver snake bites on his bottom lip. Raven is his sister. He carries around a pocket knife. Smokes so he also has cigarettes and a lighter.
"An Insane is a small creature that zips from person to person at hyper speed, stealing wallets and hearts in equal measure..." -Dmann
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9:21pm Nov 24 2011
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[[Ohh, okay. Thanks for understanding about the personality thing. :)
Bio's done. :) ]]
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11:15pm Nov 24 2011
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Thanks. 8D
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10:17am Nov 25 2011
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[[Sorry about the links stretching the page, guys. I deleted them so... Yeah. D: ]]
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12:03pm Nov 25 2011 (last edited on 3:58pm Nov 25 2011)
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(Hey. Mind if I join? I'll post my bios in a minute or two if I'm accepted.)Name: Aidenell Varner
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Personality: I'll roleplay it out. His personality has two sides and is rather complex. (not that he's special or anything, people with any type of paranoia often have conflicting personality traits.
History(How you got here, optional): To make a long story short; his parents believed that his paranoia was geared towards their house, so they saw camp as a solution. They also believed that an out-of-luxury experience would help with his OCD.
Markings(Tattoos, piercings, etc.): The only tattoo he has is not visible while he's wearing clothing (nothing bad, it's just on his hip, which is usually covered.) As for piercings- for ones visible; he has snake bites, dimples, the right side of his neck, his wrists and his ankles pierced. For ones not usually visible; he has hip piercings.
Appearance:tle="" href="http://oi43.tinypic.com/30wtvo1.jpg"> link
Other: He suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder, acute paranoia and insomnia, which is often brought on by his paranoia. He's also British, very feminine and, has an extreme hatred towards pants.
Name: Carly Reagan
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Personality: While she is extremely friendly and outgoing, Carly is as well extremely studious and observant (two traits that are common among botanists.) Her interest in her surroundings has also led to her being quite intelligent and blessed in the field of survival, which is needless to say, she knows her way around a campsite.
History(How you got here, optional): At a young age, Carly's interest in art and the fortunate wealth of her parents led to her enrollment in a prestigious art program. There she met many other wealthy children, including one who introduced her to a new interest - botany. When presented with this information her parents offered to enter her in a botany study, which she happily accepted. Years passed and Carly's love of the flora and fauna of areas led to her family considering to send her off to camp.
Markings(Tattoos, piercings, etc.): Beauty mark under her left eye, though it is usually covered up by her hair
Appearance: tle="" href="http://oi44.tinypic.com/29zi54.jpg">link (lolol Subeta avs since writing everything out would be a pain)
Other: She absolutely loves sweaters and will wear one with almost every outfit. Her sketchbook (which is filled with drawings of plants, animals and people) also travels with her at all times.
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12:28pm Nov 25 2011
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Sure, Quarantine. :)
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4:00pm Nov 25 2011
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( Refs posted.
Thanks. (: )
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6:06pm Nov 25 2011 (last edited on 6:07pm Nov 25 2011)
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((Awesome! You guys may start now. Anyone else looking to join, go ahead. c:))
Thalia felt the bus jolt around beneath her fingers as they grabbed the worn leather seats in a death grip, her heart racing. People buzzed around her, filling the air with their annoying chatter. Promising herself she'd never again set foot on this hellhole, Thalia let go of the seats and reached for her iPod, gritting her teeth. Taking a deep breath as her headphones were in her ears, Thalia immediately regretted it. Ugh! What is that smell? She thought to herself, trying the whole time not to vomit. The scent smelled like sweat, urine, and vomit, two things that should not be combined. Holding her breath, Thalia put on Three Days Grace, drowning out the voices around her while enjoying the blast of the speakers in her ears.
Reagan lay sprawled out on the seat, as his buddies across the aisle from him. "Hey, Reagan, catch!" They shouted, tossing a football at him in a perfect arc. Grinning, he sat up and caught it, chucking it back at them. "Cut it out, boys." The bus driver called from upfront, his voice irritated but he didn't raise it more than a yell. Letting out an annoyed puff of breath, he turned his gaze out the window, raising an eyebrow. What the- It's pure desert out here! Where the hell are we going? Reagan thought to himself, glancing around at everyone else. Searching around for his guide, he suddenly remembered he had tossed it before getting on the bus. "Dammit." Reagan said, cursing silently under his breath. Sitting back in his chair, Reagan crossed his arms in frustration, when an idea suddenly dawned on him. "Hey, do you have one of the Camp pamphlets? I totally lost mine." He said, putting on a charming smile towards the girl behind him.
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6:56pm Nov 25 2011
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"This place is repulsive." Aidenell frowned, coating himself in another la
yer of cupcake body spray. "Camping" trip or not, his OCD was not going to let him skimp on hygiene. And he happily complied, bringing along four bags full of perfumes and cleaning supplies that he claimed he would "die" without. The rickety bus seats, unbecoming condition of the bus, and smell and sight of the other children getting sick was beginning to yank him out of his comfort zone. Not that he was ever in it, even after giving his portion of the bus seats a thorough cleaning he still had no desire to be there.
However, a few seats down, the rocking did not bother Carly. Drawing in the car during long trips had been a favorite past time for her so she had no problem adjusting while she sketched her surroundings. Her headphones also blocked out all the commotion and put her in a semi-relaxed state. Albeit the smell was a bit harsh, but don't all old automobiles have that sort of disgusting smell? Plus with sitting a few seats behind cupcake kid it wasn't that bad. Her excitement also kept her from being grossed-out; she couldn't wait till they arrived at the camp, and she could meet all the interesting children that traveled with her.
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7:13pm Nov 25 2011 (last edited on 7:14pm Nov 25 2011)
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My right hand ran fingers through my hair as the bus moved on in miles and miles of desert. Sounds of laughter and chatter surrounded the whole bus, plus the occasional warning from the bus driver. I sat in the second to first seat, rolling up my sleeves to my white button down shirt. The desert humidity was making me sweat; tempting me to find a tank top in my luggage. I stared straight ahead, not feeling self-pity for being alone, but also not quite content being so isolated either.
I've only been in America for about a couple months now. My English accent was still clear as day and I tended to slip up on my words at times. But, overall, I was getting comfortable with my life here. My foster family was very nice and - and I couldn't help but notice - very rich. I knew I was going to like it here. The second they found out about the camp, my new parents signed me up before I could have a chance to hear about it. I guessed they could tell that I wasn't doing the best I could with the 'social' aspect. But, that wasn't the issue at all. I just didn't want to be a bother to someone who clearly didn't want to talk to me. I usually am very friendly.
Hopefully my whole time at this camp won't be the way it's going now, though.
[[I don't have much of an idea for Dawn. Pyrric: I don't know what you were planning but can I take what you have in your post? Reagons question? :) ]]
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7:25pm Nov 25 2011 (last edited on 7:25pm Nov 25 2011)
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OOC//: I'm going to remake Raven. So I wont be posting her here. Just put her in a seat with Kode, listening to her ipod.
BIC//:
A bored sigh snaked out of Kode's lips, the boy slumping down in the grungy bus seat. Next to him, Rave bobbed her head to a beat he couldn't hear and ignored everything else in the bus.
Kode had been extremely angry with his parents for sending him to a 'camp'. He hadn't been to camp before and didn't have plans to go any time soon. He supposed his parents had sent him to this 'camp' to get him away from the small gang he usually hung out with. Even though they'd never committed any crimes, they had got him into smoking and pressured him into getting his lip pierced. He hadn't cared, though. They'd been the closest things to friends he'd ever had. Oh well, he though angrily, maybe I'll make friends here. Then he scoffed, earning a questioning glance from Rave. He just shook his head and stared boredly out the window at the desert rolling by.
"An Insane is a small creature that zips from person to person at hyper speed, stealing wallets and hearts in equal measure..." -Dmann
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