i dont have a plot yet,this is me and Ru's board we are co owners of it so please follow our rules,others welcome

Plot Line:

In the small town of Windchester, the people there are happy since the wars are over and the recession has finally come to an end. However, there is an impending problem for the citizens of little WindChester: bis, gays, and lesbians... The citisenz see them as bad influences and as "a sin for society and laws of the world." The days pas.s with little to no reactions from anybody in town. But when one boy confesses to another and it got out in the paper, the town began to revolt. They found that many of the citisenz there were "that way" and decided that they would revolt against them. Many are captured, burned, thrown into jail, slaved, killed, or simply thrown out of town (which happens rarely). There is a group of kids though, who have avoided the questions of people from teh town as to what they were and who they knew. They were always hangoing out together. Each one didn't really despise the "others" but they never knew what they were either. Were they one of them or were they a normal person in teh town? Could they find themselves but not loose their lives? Would they find that they despised the "others" or were they going to support them and try to help themget out of town? Would they be captured as "traitors to society"? 

Setting:

WindChester, a small town in teh middle of the moutain ranges. It is surrouded by hundreds of acres of lush green pastures and rolling hills that lead into the mountains. There is a crystal clear lake near the forest and it has a beautiful view of the mountain range. The moutains are always snowcapped but the weather in WindChester geos up and down from hot to cold like normal. Hot is around 80 degrees on a hot day . Cold is around 50 degrees. The moutains go for miles and the air is crisp and clean.

Season:

For now, it is summer and fading to autum. The girls are still wearing bikinis trying to get teh guys to go down to the lake. the guys are working out sometimes and tryign to get their girls.

My charries:

Name: Sushine (Sunni) Winthrop

Gender: Female

Age:16

Deion:Sunni is a very full figured girl some call her chubby, she’s about 5’7 and long wavy/curly sandy brown hair she often wears plain old skinny jeans with sweaters and some odd tee shirt but never shoes. Sunni has large golden almost glowing eyes with flecks of amber brown in them. She doesnt like make up too much but wears masacara and teal eyeliner underneath that makes them pop she has a small perfect slightly upturned nose with light pink lips that are spider bite pierced. Her face is face is thin and flawless with a long skinny neck so from neck up she looks quite good. Considering she’s curvy she has somewhat large hips that she hates

Personality:She’s the most down to earth life loving person you’ll probably ever meet. Sunni loves the little things in life and believes to never have regrets .To live everyday like your dying and be ruthless and never to hold back. She’s feisty, never looks down or is depressed and is very in tune to nature. She loves to really think about things and can sense the emotions in people very well

Likes/Dislikes: Shes very laid back and loves people she can talk and relate too or somone thats hard to figure out.She hates people that are selfish,full of themselves,and people who hate.

Orientation: straight

Crush/Relationship:None

Other: she lived with her abusive parent until they died when she was little in a car crash now after being in foster care she moved in with her senile insane grandmother whom she now cares for and lives with.

Name: Kyin

Age: 16

Gender: Make

Looks: Kyin stands about 6'2". Kyin has slightly short jet black hair and black eyes. He has a medium build, but you can clearly see his abs when he flexes. You can feel them though. He has a flawless body and face. The only marking he has is a small scar on his side from being tossed out a broken window by his father, while the father was enraged at somethine the dog did. He is lightly tanned but not much. He likes to wear shorts. His shirts usually have designs or a large images on them. He likes to wear tank tops sometimes. But not often. Also has a small scar over his eyes from a gl*censored* cut he got when he was a baby.

Personality: Kyin is very childish. He is often seen with Riku because Kyin doesn't want to be separated from Riku again. He is very laid back though. Kyin is also two faced at times. He has a childish side that many find amusing and love him for it. The other side of him is more of a bad-boy typed deal. He is still childish in someways when his alter ego comes forward. But he usually stays childish. He is pretty to-himself-anti-social kid... He didn't have many friends becasue his parents had abandoned him and his brother since they were, he believes, five. Kyin is also very shy when it comes to meeting new people. He often stutters and tries to get away.

History: Kyin's parent abused almost every drug possible and ended up getting an unexpected prengnancy. Kyin and Riku were born about a minute apart and are identical twins. The one thing that sets them apart is that Kyin's eyes are black and Riku's are silver. When they were three, their parents abandoned them and they were out in teh streets for five years. Someone found them and called the police. A policeman's gun went off while they were chasing the kids and hit Kyin in the arm. He now wears it around his neck.

Orientation: bibt doesn't show it for fear of dying

Crush/Relationship: open

Other:He draws stunninly well and can make the painting just seem to pop out. He is very good at paitning scenary and can often be seen by the lake painting or drawing

Name: Riku

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Looks: Riku stands about 6'2". Riku has slightly long jet black hair and siver eyes. He has a medium build, but you can clearly see his abs when he flexes slightly. You can feel it though. He has a flawless body and face. The only marking he has is a small scar on his neck from his father. He is lightly tanned but not much. He likes to wear pants but on hot days, he wears shorts. His shirts usually have designs or a small image on them. He likes to wear tank tops sometimes. But not often. He speaks in a somewhat hushed voice.

Personality: he is laid back and pretty sporty. He likes to just kick back a lot but he is also very protective of his young-by-a-minute brother, Zane. He is also just very silly and stupid when you get to know him. He's more mature than Zane but he is also childish. He refuses to let others know how he is feeling. He likes to find new things to do around teh orphanage, but that gets him in trouble sometimes.

History: Riku's parent abused almost every drug possible and ended up getting an unexpected prengnancy. Kyin and Riku were born about a minute apart and are identical twins. The one thing that sets them apart is that Kyin's eyes are black and Riku's are silver. When they were three, their parents abandoned them and they were out in teh streets for five years. Someone found them and called the police. A policeman's gun went off while they were chasing the kids and hit Riku in the leg. He recovered and now wears the bullet around his neck.

Orientation: straight a litte bi-curious. not much tho

Crush/Relationship: None/ open

Other:He is avery good violinist, piantist, guitarist, and chellist. He has a nack for music and can often be seen by the lake or in teh park with his brother playing music on an insrument.

Kyin ran down the hill and held his bleeding hand to his chest. He knew he shouldn't have teased a porcupine, but he just found it weird ho wthey didn't move when they were attacked. He looked at the quills and noticed each puncture began to bleed. He knew hiw brother was down by the lake and didn't want to bother him. The world was so cruel ot him. First, his orientation. He was always accepted by the small town, but with the rising hate crimes, how was he going to keep himself a secret? He sighed and knew he might have to leave the town. He was just lucky he didn't act bi and was accepted and known as sraight. Second off, his brother has been abused yesterday by their foster father and they tried to fight back, only ending up hurting Riku more. Lastly, he left his drawing of the porcupine back in teh forest where the porcupine quilled him. Without realising where he was going, Kyin ran smack into a shirtless boy holding abow and arrow. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He stood up and looked at the boy, his hand bleeding though teh bandage he put on it. "Are you okay?"

Riku looked out at the crystal lake and let out a sigh. Such a peaceful spot and town was the worst place to be. His brother could be a target. He sighed against and picked up his violin. His hands grapsing teh bow and neck of the insturment delicately. He let his mind wander for a minute, searching for a song to play. He let out a small whimper as the pain of his screatches and wounds rom yesterday panged thought his body. He closed his eyes and let the wind take his hair fluttering. He found it. HIs fingers and hands moving nimbly across the strings as a symphony of sound resonated from teh bow and out to the moutain range and back to him. It reached as far as the town and teh parks. HIs violin strings gently shaking with every stroke adn producing a heartbreaking noise.

(song Riku plays: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIuotFZnBtk)

Eli jumped back in surprise he pointed his arrow to the boy before he saw the blood seeping through his yellows eyes widened as he lowered the bow, “am I ohkay? how bout yew what happened to ya?” He tried to stay calm as the boy panicked, Eli he slowly walked over to him “do ya need help er a bandage er sumthin’?” which was a stupid question of course he needed help in a bandage .He gulped trying think of what to say next “how bad is it? Do I need tah call someone?” He paused feeling exposed a stranger seeing him without his shirt on and his scars, Eli never wore a shirt but no one ever saw him except his pa,which caused his body to look like this, deformed he thought.He breathed in slowly “lets see the wound I know stuff bout this im used tew it soo…” and he did know about it,having to care for his own wounds.

Sunni sat up music mourned a sorrowful tune. She gulped it brought tears to her eyes flowing through her like a river of emotions she didnt understand,she had never heard musuc lie this. She slowly sat up stood staring out to the sound pausing for a moment before she and began to run her bare feet thudding against the ground and hot pavement it didnt matter to her she had  she had to find out where the sweet music came from she slowled at the noise got louder.She focused her eyes to the lake,there sat a boy and his violin.She slowly walked up to him,tears streaming down her face but she didn’t know why,som how the song got her it made her chest heave with sadness.She looked down at him her golden eyes gl*censored*y from tear “why..why are you play such a sad song?”she sniffled with great respect from this boy with such great talent.

Kyin looked at Eli and nodded. "I'm fine. But if you can pull out these quills, i'd be happy. I'm used to trating my wounds and my brother's wounds.. SO i just really need help pulling out teh quills." His black eyes eyeing Eli. He noticed how he talked and thought he wasn't too educarted, but then again. He used to talk like that. "Um.. If it's not too much trouble, can you help me. I can't bandage my own hand." He pulled off the bandage that was falling apart and showed ELi his hands. THe quills stuck out in every which way and looked awefuly painful for such small spikes. He looked at Eli as gently and helpless as he could.

Riku opened his eyes. A single tears spilling from his silver eyes. He looked up at her and stood up slowly. He placed his violin in it's case and wiped her eyes gently with e tissue. He smiled. "Because I can. Nobody can say how they feel on teh inside. I can't at least. So i play. I play to my heart's content and I spill onto my violin what I feel inside. I'm no good with emotional words so I have to speak another way. Music. That's why I played such a sad song." He gave a small smile and wiped her eyes once more as gently as a cloud brushing her face. "I'm sorry if it depressed you though. I thought nobody could hear me play when I was over here.." He picked up his violin and opened the case. He gently placed it in and set the bow just enxt to it. He closed the case gengerly and snapped teh locks closed. He looked at Sunni again.

Eli gulped “ya ill help ya” He reached out for his hand and slowly pulled out each quill, it made him cringe seeing the blood that reminded him so much of his own life.Once he got to the last quil he dropped it to the ground looking at the boys mutilated hand he bit his lip and rushed inside to grab gauze and rubbing alcohol, he knew just where it was, snatching out of the cupboard her trotted back over to Kyin. “this might sting justa lil’” slowly Eli poured the alcohol over his bleeding wound the smell his his nose and made eli twitch pain, well pain he so vividly remembered. Then he quickly wrapped the white gauze several times over his hand then took a step back “this is why we don’t mess with porcyapines!”

Sunni gave a weak smile “no, don’t be sorry it was beautiful, sometimes sad is good and you play so amazingly ive never heard such a thing before.” she slowly  sat down on the gr*censored*, looking out onto the beautiful lake and whispered to her self “beautiful“. She sighed and pulped then looked up at Riku,dead in the eyes trying to see what he was thinking, she was in aw of his striking silver eyes she had never seen someone with such a eye color. “ I know what you mean sometimes you just have to express something word cant possibly comprehend.

Kyin laughed and looked at Eli. "Yeah, i shoudl know better, but I'm not to bright when it comes to soemething that peeks my interest." he smiled and looked at Eli again with his black eyes. "Um.. THank you. A lot." he smiled. "Kyin.. I'm kYin."

Riku looked at Sunni and nodded. "Yeah.. Well, you know.. Beauty can be ugly too. Beauty isn't just roses. It's the blood and wounds coving the world too." He took out his violin from it's case again and picked up teh bow delicaely. He faced teh lake adn walked forward. His shoes just grazing teh lick of the waves. He let his mind wander as he searched for teh right song toplay her. He opened his eyes and looked toward teh sky. His hands grippingteh bow adn neck getn;y. They went to work. Nimbly searching each string for the right note. He let his mind wander when his hands nimbly worked at teh strings. He closed his eyes as the wind fluttered his hair and sent the notes scattering like flower petals. The sounds resonating fromt eh lake and beyond.

(next song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcXXpssBFVM&list=FLICTS5EMUw_o&playnext=1)

Eli turned “just ah be careful next time ya hear”He picked up a bow and a hunting arrow,Balancing it between his fingers and slowly pulling back,his muscles flexed up the scars,he held it for a second his venom yellow eyes focused on the bullseye 20 feet ahead.“im Eli” Then he let go,the arrow slid through the air like a hawk swooping for its kill.the smack! The arrow plunged in the bulleyes dead center.He sighed and dropped the bow to the ground leaving the arrow in the target.He turned to kyin “well ill uh see ya later” he said awkwardly and walked of into his small cabin.

Sunni still sat there she heard the inspiriting mournful song,listening to its echo ad rything.She rested her head on her chin. She looked up at him standing in the lake playing, completely focused.She gulped then spoke her voice smooth like silk but cutting through the song  “what you make you create such painful said music” She thought about it,what she had said.It probably wasn’t the best thing to say but there was no going back now.She sat looking away not sure of what his answer would be.Sunni knew sadness and pain but she accepted and moved on,she learned to live life and enjoy.She knew sadness was something you couldn’t get past but it still resonated through her.

Kyin looked at Eli and nodded. "Nice shot.. And I'll be mreo careful. Thank you again for helping me." He smiled and walked up the hill he had just come down. He wanted his paints and canvases. He looked around and saw the porcupine he had just been quilled with had suddenly given birth to a few small lumps of fat. He looked at his hand. "I see.. You were just protecting what was inside you... I'm sorry I bugged you." He slowly walked around the porcupine family and gathered his stuff. He shoved papers, crayons, colored pencils, and paints into his bookbag. He swung it over his head and onto his shoulder. He picked up his canvases and walked away, back toward the house he so dreaded.

Riku finished up and stayed facing the lake. His silver eyes gazing at the crystal clear surface as it rippled as thought the lake was crying from his song. He searched his mind carefully for an answer. "I can't really explain it, but I can show you.." He placed his violin in the case and teh bow gently beside the violin. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He grabbed the end of the bandage wrapped around his upper body and unwrapped it from his chest and stomach. The bandage fell to the dirt, a light dust cloud puffing up. Scars and fresh wounds were revealed. Each one new cut a light pink color and each scar a blaring white from new skin forming over the old wounds. He removed the bandage wrapped around his left hand and more scars were revealed. He turned to her, revealing a single scar going from just below his neck to just below his pecorial muscles. "This is why... I can't cry... I can't show fear.. He'll just call me terrible things and continue to taint my body with blood and scars that I know won't go away.. I can't show my pain or sorrow so I had to find a way to let it out. My natural talent for sad instruments led to this... He referred to the previous songs and the violin. "I can't help it... But that's why."

(nothing to post for eli right now..plus its really hard for me to be atleast semi-lit with two character but ill try))

Sunni’s large golden eyes widened. She slowly pulled herself up from the damp gr*censored*. Her heart dropped once she saw the boys wounds, they had just met and yet. It hurt her to see such pain. She bit her lip and gulped, reaching her hand out to almost touch his chest pulled it back and gasped. “I..I don’t know what to say…”Her eyes showed great sympathy but her words just couldn’t express and she hoped he understood that. “you can cry,its okay you can cry in front of me I know you feel like you cant but its okay im..im here and ..you can cry don’t feel like your trapped. Life is to short to hold pain.” She gave a weak smile as her eyes sparkled in the sun. She looked all over at his wounds. Deep and painful almost as if she felt them herself.Yet Sunni still saw the beauty in him admiration for strength and weakness talent and dismay she tried to hold back the feeling after all,she just met him.

(same for kyin atm... he's yeah... just got stabbed by a 1 foot animal... XD)

Riku watched her leave and picked up his violin case. He walked down the hill that led to town. He walked toward the house he was forced to all home. He walked inside and noticed all teh lights were turned off. He knew this meant his adoptive father was either asleep, drunk, or lying in wait for Riku to screw something up. He was in charge of dinner and if he didn't cook it just right, his father went off on him. He waloked up the rickedy stairs and put his violin case on a small chest. He locked the chest with a padlock and chains. He looked around before walking downstairs. He looked around the kictehn and then at eh menue on he fridge. Pork... beans.. rice... white? yeah... and a fresh brewed beer?! Riku looked at the menue again and searched for a mistake in the fresh brew. How was he going to brew something?! He turned on teh stove and began to cook what his father wanted. He steamed the rice and boiled the beans. He served a small helping in a portion plate and placed it on the table. He wiped the table down and made it shine. He put teh porkchop on the plate and took a bottle out of the fridge, opened it, and placed it on the table. "Father, your meal is ready..."

(do you want me to go into a fight between teh dad and Riku? Im debating...)

(he's leaving teh house. The dad would either throw him out the door and through a closed window... and he would end up breaking through the gl*censored*...)