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7:37pm May 21 2012 (last edited on 9:14pm May 21 2012)
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Europe, 1800. War just broke out. Its all for one and one for all. Every single country in Europe has turned on each other and no one knows why. Army against army. Friends and families against each other. This war is like a plague, and no other country is coming near. They are afraid they might catch this war plague so no help is coming to helpless countries.Only a few months into the war and people are dropping like dominoes. Weak militarizes are desperate to recruit, so they are drafting children as young as the age of 8 for boys and 10 for girls. Blood shed of the innocent covers towns and families have boarded up their houses and went underground in fear of their lives being taken. For some families its not just their lives that they are feared will be taken away, but also their kids.It has been clear what needs to be done. Families have to find a way to smuggle their kids out of the country. Rumors had spread that some supply ships heading to America had been taken over by war ships monitoring the Atlantic Ocean. Thinking that the rumors were just what they are, rumors, some rich families were coming together to figure out a plan to send their kids to relatives in America. Stowaways on supply ships are what the kids will be. The rich families would make certain that, that happens by bribing the captain with a large amount of cash. And soon, one night when it appears to be safe, the parents will send their kids on their way to America.Little did the parents and the kids know that their ship would get intercepted by a war ship and that they will soon be held captive. Romance can strike up between the enemy and rich kids and forbidden love along with violence could spew into fireworks.
Sorry for the last sentence, I got bored.
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7:44pm May 21 2012
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No. D:
But I like your ideas so far...
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7:48pm May 21 2012
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Haha thanks.Well I got to go do home work. But I will get on later and put ideas down if I come up with stuff.
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7:53pm May 21 2012
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Alright! :(
I mean, we could always wing it. You have most of the ideas in the plot right there. :)
Did you want to do bios? c: -hates them- hint hint.
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8:52pm May 21 2012
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Blech, I am finally done with my world studies paper that I totally just winged.
And no we don't have to do bios :D I will just clean up the plot a little (Because I like clean Ideas Px) and we can start if you will like.
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5:53pm May 22 2012 (last edited on 5:53pm May 22 2012)
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[[ Ahhhhh. I love it. xDDDD Yay no bios. <33432423423
Soooooooo, should we start with them maybe on the night when their parents send them away? Or a little more earlier/later? ]]
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6:24pm May 22 2012 (last edited on 6:25pm May 22 2012)
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[[Thanks <3and Could we start the day the parents are sending their children away? Oh! and I just wanted to let you know that I am going to be gone this friday till monday ]]
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6:27pm May 22 2012
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[[ That's fine! I have exams this monday, so I'll be studying all weekend. :))))
And, sure. You start or should I? :) ]]
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6:36pm May 22 2012
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[[You can ^^]]
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6:39pm May 22 2012
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[[Great. :) What about genders and ages? I don't care about either. As long as they are above 17 or something. Teen romances aren't very... Fun. ]]
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6:50pm May 22 2012
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[[I will have a male guy on the war ship... Is the age 19 okay for him? And I will have a rich girl age of 18. Should we have more characters?]]
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6:54pm May 22 2012
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[[ Two is probably fine. xDDD Yayyy for doubles.~
Kay. I'll have a guy - 19. And girl - 18. xDD I'll post my intro on a different post. ]]
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6:58pm May 22 2012
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[[Okay]]
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8:34am May 23 2012
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[[ Sorry. Just as I was about to write my intro, I realized something. Should my girl be on the ship to America or on the war ship? And the same with my male character. D:
Wahhhhhhhhh. ]]
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8:41am May 23 2012
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[[Its fine~ And as for your question, just choose what ever you want. Your characters can be vice versa like mine or on the same ship. Either way we can make it be really interesting. SO its up to you ^^
ahhh, I gtg catch the bus! I will post my intro after school]]
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9:02am May 23 2012 (last edited on 9:12am May 23 2012)
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[[ How about we have both? Both of my character's on the ship to America so we have both types of romances. xDDDD
And I wasn't sure how the ship would be. If there would be people leading them inside or whatever. So excuse the way I ended on such a lame note for Travis. :U ]]
Travis:
As we trudged on to the front of the ship, my mother, sister, and I kept quiet. I kept my head down, my lips going down as well, as I felt my sister, Julia, tug at my hand. She was 8 years old, and probably didn't understand everything that was going on right now. Trying to muster up a smile, I looked down at her after she tugged my arm.
"Yes, Julia?"
I said, my voice a bit monotonous as I tried to whisper as quietly as I could; though you couldn't blame me. Everyone walking closer to the ship this night were more frantic, only making me feel more down. Julia didn't say any words, but pointed to our mother who had kept walking. She knew how to talk, but I guess she knew that right now wasn't a time for talking. Picking Julia up, I walked over to my mom only a couple feet away as we kept walking.
"Don't slow down. We have to get you to that ship."
Putting Julia down once I caught up with my mother, I grabbed her elbow. "We don't have to do this mom. I can put Julia on the ship, and stay here with you. Dad's gone, and you can't be left alo-"
My mother looked back at me with a frantic ex
pression. "Hush, child! We must keep quiet and keep going."
With a small sigh, I grabbed Julia's hand and walked on to the ship. Only letting myself look back one more time once we were by. I didn't have much time to say good bye to my mother, and neither did Julia. But of what little time we had, I let Julia take. She was the one who would have more of a problem remembering her when she grew up. Swallowing a large lump in my throat, Julia and I walked up with other sad kids by me. Looking one more time, I saw my mother give all the cash she probably owned to the captain, who was having a good old time collecting money from each family. We weren't always rich, but when my dad passed away, we were given a lot of money.
And my mother just gave all of it up so that Julia and I could go to America and probably never see her again. Picking Julia up, I gave another sigh before going inside the ship.
Paradise:
I looked up at my father as he led me down to the ship. Bitterness rose inside me as I held my skirts, (This is the 1800's right? D: ) Oh, why this stupid war? Why did I have to go? I loved my life. My family. My home. My friends. And I'll never see all this again. Unless I somehow came back when the war was over. But that wouldn't be for a long time. Hiding my tears with my strawberry - blonde bangs, I looked up at my father as I walked on.
What was I to do in America? I've never been there before. I don't know what things are like. How will I get money, food, shelter, clothing? I couldn't wear these same skirts the rest of my life.
"Father..."
I whispered, just to hear his voice. Feel the security of love that will be the only thing keeping me going. I heard him say for the millionth time as we got closer to the ship, "Shh. We're almost there, darling."
Finally coming to the front of the ship, my father gave me one of those hugs that needed no words to describe how we felt. When I pulled away, tears glistened down his cheeks and onto his coat. With a small chuckle, my dad wasn't the type to cry - at least in front of me - I wiped his cheek and told him I loved him. And with that, I went inside the ship with the rest of the children just as sorrowful as I was.
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8:14pm May 23 2012 (last edited on 6:16pm May 24 2012)
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[[Alright! And yah its 1800s xDYay for writing in first person!]]
Bridget
"Its not fair!" I grumbled in a silent tone.
My amber colored eyes glowed like a burning fire under the sacred moon light. The moon only showed half of itself in the sky, which made the ruined town look dark and even more sinister than usual.
James, my older brother, and the only family that I know is alive, only laughed quietly and whispered "How is this not fair? You get to start your life over in a better place. Mom, dad, Charlie, not even I had the chance to do this. Bridge," He stopped what he was saying and just kept crouching and walking through the shadows. His voice got more sorrowful as he was talking about the dead. I could tell that he was beating himself up about Charlies death, because he kept swearing silently each time we had to stop and hide further in the shadows when soldiers came by.
Charlie was my younger brother. He was only 8 when he got drafted in the war. This was before the war turned into a blood bath. The soldiers initially came for my 22 year old brother and my father, but since James wasn't there at the time they took the next male that was, Charlie. With tears in our eyes, my mom and I tried to get my brother back, but the forces were too strong. However, tears wasn't the only thing that was coming from James when he returned from fishing. When James heard that Charlie was taken into war, he was mad and looking for blood. And at night he would start rebellions and kill soldiers. It wasn't until mom died when she heard the news of Charlie a few days ago that James started to take a stand. He would send me away with all the money we had left and he would join the army.
And now, it was actually happening. We were getting closer and closer to the ship that I could see other kids and people running through the shadows. And when I looked around I was glad that I was leaving. Dead bodies covered the streets, and soldiers walked them. It was an uncanny sight, but one I wouldn't have to see for long, for the ship was right in front of us.
I look at my brother. He looked like he hadn't had a recent shower, and his dirty blond hair was a mess and his face with dirt all over it. James was silent so I took that as a hint to just go on a head. "Bye." I whispered and I turned to leave.
"Wait." James said. I turned to see what he wanted. Tears were held captive in my eyes, refusing to let them leave. He was right in front of me. "Bridge." He said as he wrapped me in a tight hug. My eyes were leaking with dozens of tear that ran down my cheeks. I tried to stay as quiet as I could, and tried not to cry, but it just kept coming. I could tell James was crying too. "Bridge," he said once more. "Live the life, free of war, in America. Be the greatest you can, and most of all be strong. Go to America without any sorrow, but keep family close to your hear. Please, return when the war ends." He pulled away and you can see the clean lines on his face, marking his tears. "And if I shall die in the war," He took off his necklace that father had made for him when he was younger, as he did all of us kids, and James put it on me. "Remember family." He said as a final word. James brushed my auburn hair from my forehead and kissed it goodbye.
I was still crying as I tried to make out the words bye. He knew what I meant and nodded. His face was full of sorrow, though it looked strong. I knew, if James died in the war, I would be the last Bellshire of the generation, and I knew I had to be strong. I sucked up my feelings and the tears stopped, though my voice still quivered. "Family." I said, promising that I will come back for him. He gave me the money that felt thick in my hands and I went off to the ship, handing the captain the money. When I looked back James was gone.
Zachary
Blood. Red. Death. The great Atlantic Ocean. It is all I see now a days. Nothing more, nothing less. Personally I love the violence, the thrill of killing. The knowledge of having someone else's life in your hands. The power to take it or leave it. It's all a rush to me. It's fun, and no one can tell me how to do my job, or if I am doing my job right or wrong.
You see, I wasn't always like this. In fact, I used to be a princely kind of boy. I had manners, rules I lived by, and I can not believed I actually liked living that way. But that just proves how fast a person can change, though not every time will the change be good, like it was for me. I get to do whatever I want, kill whoever isn't on my side, and seize ships. I couldn't think of any better way of living, and honestly I am glad I killed my family. My mom, who had always told me what to do. My dad who always put me down, telling me I'm worthless, and my little sister, sh- I slammed my book shut and stood up. The ink had spilled all over the desk and the words I had just written, and the tip of the feather broke.
The words on the paper are the truth! They are, they are, they are. I know if I put on a hard front and tell my self many times that the words are true, then soon, I hope, they will sink in my distraught mind. I looked around my small cabin. Metal and Iron surrounded me, along with some copper and cotton. This wasn't home - but it is - I have no where else to go.
I looked at my small circular window and all I could see was the ocean. The night sky wasn't bright, but I could tell that we wouldn't be seizing any ships soon, or so I though. The night was still young and anything could happen. I let out a breath of anger and confusion and hit the wall with my dirt colored fist. My ocean colored eyes just stared at my fist. I could remember being at home, punching the cement walls every time I got mad. My smooth, creamy white skin would start to bleed and stain red. I just laughed hysterically because of the pain. I did then and I will now. See, somethings never change.
I went back to my desk, all the anger was contained and i tore the pages that were covered with ink out of my book. I then searched in my drawer for another bottle of ink and a new feathered pen, and sure enough I found one and started writing.
The only thing in my life that was ever good was my little sister. She was 12 and she would play the piano for me all the time. I remember sitting and just listening to her play and mess up and apologize, for hours. It was peace for me. It was what I imagine life should be in the future, full of music and life. I remember the start of the war. No one knew what was happening. Messenger people would run door to door banging on them and telling the people that the world was about to end. I can still see my moms eyes growing wide and my father catching her in his arms telling her that everything would be okay. Even I started to break down. I had no idea what was happening but I had a bad feeling about it. The only one in our family who stayed strong was Lillian, my sister. "Calm," she would say, "calm." And just like nothing was going on, she would play a beautiful song that she made up from the top of her head. And with the chaos and people screaming outside, my family would quiet.
Right then, I could have sworn, time stopped. It felt surreal, like this was a dream, or a fairy tail. But the peaceful story didn't have a happy ending. The screaming and yelling from the civilians broke the song and everyone took cover. It was out on the streets, from where the screams came, and they were not human like screams, no not at all. It sounded like screams that would only come from a dying animal. It's screams that wake me up every night in terror.
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I stopped my story and tears welded in my eyes. Once again I got up. I ran my fingers through my blond hair that stopped short, hanging above my ears. And again I punched the wall, my fingers bleeding. I bit my lip to stop the scream, but just ended up piercing my lip with my teeth, making it too bleed. My hear was racing and I couldn't take it, I wanted off the ship. I looked out the circular window once more, and in the distance I saw a supply ship. A smile curled on my lips. Time to kill.
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8:25pm May 23 2012
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[[Hehe! C: I'll get my post up tomorrow. :) ]]
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5:46pm May 24 2012
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[[Bump]]
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5:58pm May 24 2012
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[[Wait, so are you don't with the intro's or no? Your last OOC post, ^^^^^ bahahaha. ]]
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