It's been several years sense the law was p*censored*ed that a child age 13 to 18 could be unwound: all their vital organs and body parts dismembered and distributed to people in need...or not. 99.44% of the child is harvested. The appendix and other such vestigial organs canceled out of the equation.

From the time of conception to 13, the child is considered 'un-touchable'. After that, until the time they are legal adults, they are under the risk of their parents sending them off. Wayward kids and those who are 'storked' (babies left on doorsteps) often find themselves in such places with no hope of getting out...in one piece.

There is some dignity of some sort in this, manifested by Tithes....children conceived and raised to be harvested. They often come from homes that see it as a 'holy duty'.

Some people seem surprised that most kids’ dont agree with this.

Most of the children have simply played the hand they've been dealt, realizing there is no reversal once the decision has been made that they are to be harvested. Others run away, try to survive until they reach the age of 18. The only hope for these kids are the secluded and hidden-in-plain-sight safe houses along a modern day underground railroad, p*censored*ed house to house until they reach their final destination -the Graveyard- without getting caught and tranqed.

No one knows where the graveyard is...or what happens there. Are they sent back to where they came from? Simply killed? What happens upon their arrival? How do they get there, anyway?

Why is the rum always gone?

Rools
No swearing. At all
No OOC brawls
Please be slightly literate. 3-5 sentences AT LEAST!
Please include a short deion with your bio, as pictures are not, in fact, worth a thousand words. They leave out height and general body build. A picture is optional to go along with it, but not mandatory.
Not everyone is perfect *hint hint*
I wont put a gender ratios thing, just PLEASE! No swarm of girls and like, 2 boys. Don’t want any cat fights. 0o
Age limit: 13-17
If you are an orphan, your last name is Ward
If you are kicking-AWOL, you are a fugitive

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Name: Jericho Miles

Age: nearly 17

Gender: Female

Personality: Jericho is hard to describe, as she is thought to have bipolar disorder. This is not true; she just hates stupidity. She believes, as Einstein once said, that there is no end to it in man. If you don’t mess with her, you’ll be fine. She can be bitter sometimes, but mostly keeps to herself, so no one ever really knows what’s knocking about in her head. She can be impulsive and hot-tempered, but once she gains your trust-and you gain hers-she’ll risk her life to keep you safe.

Further appearance: Around 5’6’’ and with a muscular build, Jericho is often mistaken as the opposite gender. She pulls it off well with her regular attire of baggy sweat shirts and jeans, but if the time is right, she’ll leave everyone surprised walking away with a slender pair of jeans as well as a black lasagna-strap tank, which manifests a figure that is not quite as bad as most would *censored*ume…as well as an array of various scars on her upper arms and lower back from stupid accidents.
Shoulde blade length light brown hair and light blue eyes-set into a slightly rounded face (Norwegian heritage)-that have a jagged gray ring around the pupil that turns yellow when she's upset.

Tithe/fugitive: Fugitive. Sometime in the distant present.

History: She lives quietly…for now.

Original idea © Neal Shusterman…who wrote the book ‘Unwind’

((Yus! You may join!! Gahl. The book was so popular, Im surprised this wasnt swarmed...))

We need to talk.

Words of conversations buzzed through Jerichos mind as she walked barefooted in the snow.

We're going to have you unwound.

She wondered if the person who got her feet or legs would feel it as well.  

What? Why? What did I do? 

Remember the cold numbness of it.

Not what you did...what you didnt do.

Would she feel numbness?

What didnt I do?!

Would she feel anything at all?

Well....your temper, for one thing. It's volatile. Unnecessary. 

Who would end up with her temper?

Thats not a reason! You said what I did! What did I not do?

She shook her head the same way her mother had shaken hers, remembering the way she had stormed out of the house, punching a tree until her knuckles were raw before leaning against it and sobbing in confusion and frustration. Why had her mother, a single parent of four children, waited until she, her eldest, was nearly seventeen? And why Jericho, her only birth child? Was it the fact she couldnt look at her without seeing a man who had caused so much pain?

Jericho walked back to her house, picking debris from her light brown hair and flinging it away. Upon opening the door, she was *censored*ailed with the smell of food and dull murmer of the television. She clenched her jaw and ran up the stairs with her shoes in one hand, flinging open the door she shared with the younger of her storked siblings. She glanced around and, without quite knowing what she was doing, began to pack things into her emptied backpack.

A lighter, a flashlight, old dog collar, photographs, reminders of happier times, before she was sentenced to be unwound and live as another part of some other person. A finger, perhaps. Maybe an eye. People always said her eyes were her best feature; even when her face was closed, her eyes were open to everything. Pocket knife in the waistband.

She rolled a Beavers football blanked up and stuffed it in over the other things. Not enough to keep warm, but enough to block most wind.

When that was done, she took off the gold, garnet and diamond ring her grandma had given her, a promise ring, and put it on her nearly barren desk before grabbing a sketchbook and her pencils and lead cartridges. She turned to walk away and out when she stopped and grabbed it, put it in her pocket. Grandma had never done anything wrong to her.

It had stopped snowing when she finally slipped out the door. Her mother had turned to look, a.ssessed the situation, then turned back to the black and white T.V. without a word as Jericho slipped away, not knowing, or caring, if she went into the woods or down either way of the street. 

Name: Areina and Damon Ward

Age: 15 (girl) 17 (nearing 18 the boy.)

Gender: Female and Male

Personality:

Areina Is somewhat confusing. She likes cute things, wearing skirts, and detests dirt however loves all forms of sport. Her favourites include Boxing, Kendo, Sprinting and Lacrosse. Despite her frail appearance, she is strong. She also caries a knife in her right boot. 

   Damon on the other hand is rather lazy. He is often found obsessing over his hat and gets annoyed when people take it. Damon is a happy lad who is often the comic relief in awkward situations.However he suffers from anxiety when talking to girls other than his sister .He alway tries to get along with the most depressed of people as he thinks everyone deserves a friend.

   Overall, Damon and Areina are Really close siblings. They are like bread and butter. Areina, even though she being clas.sed as the 'weaker' sex is the backbone of the two. They will do anything to keep each other safe.  

Further appearance:

Damon stands at  6'3 with a slender build. Areina stands below him at 5'7 and is considered tall for her age, she on the other hand, has powerful arm and leg muscles. 

Tithe/fugitive:Newly orphaned.

History: Initially, Areina and Damon lived with their Aunt who vowed that she wouldn't let anything happen to them as long as they where with her. This was due to their mother dying at Areina's birth, and their aunt was a close sibling to their father, just like they are to each other. When he vanished one night, she made the vow. Unfortunately, She was gravely ill, and died When they where 14 and 16. They have been fugitives ever since. As Damon is nearing his 18th birthday their main objective is to reach it, so that Once he is a legal adult, he can then make certain nothing happens to his sister. 

((Yay Tosh!! :D

Although, their last name would be Ward now....wards of the state. XD Fugitives are the kids sentenced to be unwound but run away.

Yes Rocca

Yes Rocca)) 

((LOL Alright. XD

Anyone can post somethin at anytime...)) 

Name: Eli (E-lye) (he doesn’t use his last name because is reminds him of his father)

Age:17

Gender:. male

Appeareance: Eli stands at about 6’3 he has brown shaggy hair and surprisingly yellow eyes. Despite his eyes he as a odd but remarkably handsome face with a some what large nose but no to much so, except its crooked and has a bump from it being severely broken and light pink pouty lips that he hates but girls swoon over. He is quite skinny but has a lot natural muscle m*censored* and is covered in nasty large scars all over his body and especially on his back some of them even the length of his back stretching all the way across (he doesn’t like to talk about how he got them).Eli has a thick southern accent and is from Louisiana. He never wears shoes or a shirt just torn up jeans covered in paint, gr*censored* stains and motor oil.

Personality: Eli is a tough boy, he had to be growing up and that’s all he ever knew. He will talk to you but never says anything about his past when brought up he often answers “I ended up here didn’t I?” Eli’s often sarcastic and even sometimes funny He will become your friend with time because he has trust issues but doesn’t like emotion too much he thinks its weakness and someone will hurt him if he shows any so don’t expect a heart to heart conversation with him. But if your ever in trouble he tends to protect his friends with his life.

Status:Tithe

History:Eli grew up in a abusive home,his mother died when he was five and he had to try and survive with his horrible father who used to bean him and whip him with barbed wire all along his back.When he hit 8 he was sent out to his ever looming fate as a tithe.

Drip.1-2-3,Drip.1-2-3-4-5-6...Drip.

A old rusted pipe leaked its foul contents into a stained plastic bucket in the corner,counting the seconds before each droplet of brown liguid fell.

1-2-3-4.Drip.1-2-3-4-5.Drip...

Flouresent lights buzzed somwhere far away giving a blue artifical glow to that seemed to add a extra sorrow aura to the room.Eli looked up at the old tanned plaster ceiling splattered in its fair share of stains.He lay on a old nasty matress,metal springs digging in to his back.Slowly he turned to his side looking at all the other 'patients' in there light slumber.Fear pain and anxiety seemed to radiate off of every one of them including himself."meh personal hell" he whispered.

Suprisingly,Eli was completely untouched all organs and limbs that he came into the world with was all still attached to him.Somehow his severe scars always put him at the bottom of the list to get chopped up because they were 'afraid his organs were damaged or scarred' that wasnt to say about the others here,missing eyes,legs arms and even fingers sometimes even vital organs that when it happened they always put the children back in there matresses after surgery left to suffer and die.He gulped at the retchedness that seemed to ever thrive here but only a year away.

a year to try and survive and maybe...

excape

"Come on Damon!" Called a bouncy Areina. She was standing, or rather jumping up and down on an old concrete pipe that was 2 metre in diameter and  set low into the ground. The surroundings where bleak, but the bubbly brave hearted girl was not phased by it. Many would as.sume she hadn't noticed the frosty haze around her, the fact was that she had, but she felt that in the worst of occasions, you mustn't look at the bad things.

"Yea, yea, I'm coming." Panted a boy in reply, the condensation in the air forming at his mouth. It could be easily told that he was not as fit as the female. despite being away from home for over a year, he was still no match for he speed.

When he caught up to her, he settled his rucksack besides hers and sat down on the pipe. "It must be an old, sewer pipe." He muttered, surveying the logo that was between his thighs.       "I though that too." Chirped Areina, sitting down beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. The fact that they where siblings was instantly recognisable. They shared they same unique Lilac eyes.

Damon wrapped his arm around her. "We should find shelter soon." He said softly, holding the peak of his hat with is other hand as he looked up at the grey clouds. Its going to start snowing soon.

~~~

Several hours later, after siblings had stopped off at a motel, a wicked snow storm had come and gone, leaving a la
yer of snow on the floor. The motel room wasn't the greatest, it only had one bed, a small bathroom, and a TV that didn't work, but at least the heater did and it was away from the harsh weather outside. 

After their aunts Death, they found a letter written to them that informed them of where to obtain money if they needed it. Their aunt loved them dearly, And wasn't short for cash. In the letter there was a separate note that had locations of where money stashes could be found. It first baffled  Damon when he read it. She must have known something would happen. 

"We, should rest here, tonight, and find the next stash tomorrow." He informed Areina, who looked at him with a grin on her face. 

Jericho breathed heavily, trotting down the road. "People dont understand," She huffed, hopping off the canal road and following the canal along the bank upstream, water rushing towards her. "Kids die. Taken apart. Their organs and eyes, jaws, ears, parts popped on and into other people. I wonder if muscle memory happens in eyes, too..." Her thoughts wandered back to the snow. Rain fell now, melting it, giving it a thin crust of ice. She had heard of people who had gotten the arms of harvested kids and were able to do card tricks, a perfect spiral with a football...things they had never been able to do. A new leg that could jump higher, run faster than the other one, the brain of a kid that had urged another to go to a totally different state, just to beg his parents not to be unwound...

Taken apart, yet still living. She'd heard the entire process took only three hours.

She caught her reflection and frowned; dirt and oil from the bridge stained her cheeks and drew her attention to the rest of her face. She'd never been one to use the pigments that changed eye or skin color, maybe she could have done that, tried to make herself prettier, then she wouldnt be stuck in this mess...Jericho sighed. "I just have to make it til Im eighteen but...then what?"

Up ahead was an abandoned motel, a dark smudge against the horizon. A place to stay for the night. Jericho shivered and hugged her dark green bomber jacket tighter around her. At least there was something to block the wind for now... 

 ((yea..um i kinda over did it,haha and sorry if there are errors im on a REALLY computer with no spell check or microsoft :C)

Piercing yellow eyes gave a soft burning sensation as they closed from shear exaughstion that could no longer be fought.Muscles tensed against the disgusting matress.Begining to let go.In the thin phase out of reality into dreams,betwwen slumber and alertness.Memories of past stabbed like a needle injecting heirone into a artery pumping images,feeling and pain into his brain.

'no,no, please dad...i swear ill do better this time i swear...please,please!'A young boys voice screeched in terror and agony. 'shut up and lift your shirt you worthless peice of sh*t' a rough deep,sinful and hateful voice responded.worn weathered hands held rusted wire barbed and stained with blood,symbols of brutality.They lifted then stuck across flesh,ripping and tearing through scars,scabs and bruises,crimson liquid dripped on a concrete floor to join the other pooled around it from tortures past.Shrill mourning screams of panic and agony emmited from the boy filled with unbearable suffering terror,gut renching pain cutting into his mind like a razor blade all too sharp.Deep laughs in the background corrupt, a blasphemy... all too happy and evil from the monster,his father.

Eli grit his teeth trying to swallow the image,the sound....laughter,laughter filling his ears surging terror through his veins,muscles tense,mind screaming.His eyes peeled back and mouthed opened gulping in air,alchohol scented cleaner filling his lungs.He jumped up from his cot sitting in the darkness.Sweat beading down his face and chest.Heart pounding with terror,his brain filled with blackness edged with crimson red.Nightmares from memories and moment of the past awaking from it the only thing was.His future was just as a nightmare as his history.

Grey damp light peered through the walls cracks that floowed down and though hte outer wall.It meant another day.Another grasp of trying to survive.Then out of the corner of his eye was a patch of dimmed neutaledlight...It glowed from behind an old cotton pillow case nailed to the wall inthe far corner by an empty cot from where Eddi slept,the one who got away last week.

Saffron eyes examined it then looked around to see if anyone was awake,nothing but silence,Sliding from his cot he crawled on his hands and knees acros filthy blood spattered plastic tiled floors.Crawling over the cold empty cot,His tanned scarred hands traced across the pillow case stretched arcoss crumbling paster 'i cant believe no one noticed this' but it wasnt completely shocking.After all the people who worked here were all idiots,they had to be to numb out the horror that was seen here.

Eli pulled a nail from the wall,a corner fell,a beam of light struck through,he gulped and pulled out another.The pillow case fell,exposing a large hole dug out in the wall out towards the street.

His mind raced should i can i? he thought to himself.Then taking one last deep breathe he pushed through the wall 'only one chance to live'for once in his life maybe suffering wouldnt seep through him,maybe...just maybe,instead of surviving he could.....live.

 Out of this hell hole and eyes adjusted to beaming light and a bustling city,dirty and full of crime.He looked back to the hole.Then with no more turning back.

He ran.

(( LOL It's alright. ^^)) 

The city.

It was dirty.

Filthy.

Repulsing.

Jericho felt the urge to vomit at the engine smells, thanking the stars that she was lucky and had grown up away from the hustle of this place. She longed for gr*censored* under her shoes but nothing could grow in this gray stone. Why cant things be simple? The inn had looked so close...was it even an in she had seen?

She caught the eye of a p*censored*erby and quickly looked away. Any one of them could be a juvie-cop in disguise. Surely they would be looking for her by now....

Her stomach rumbled and the sound made her grimace. "Hush up," She mumbled, looking around, rubbing her stomach. Maybe there was a vendor....

A commotion made her turn, already in a defensive crouch. Some yelling. Running footsteps.

A boy that looked like he had been to Hell and back. 

Damon peered out of the murky window and onto the frosted snow. It had been raining. "I hate the rain." He mumbled, pulling his cap over his tired eyes. 

Areina put down the pack of cards she had lying on the old carpet and shuffled closer to her Brother. "Theres nothing wrong with the rain." She smiled, kneeling in-front of him like a newly bough puppy. Her lilac eyes glistened as she watched Damon look from beneath his cap.

Damon's eyes mirrored hers. Shimmering in the low light. "Come on, I'll thrash you at Black Jack." He smirked, standing up and placing his hand upon her head. About to take another step, he stopped. "What's that?" He said alertly, hearing a faint noise coming from outside. He cocked his head slightly as to listen again. It was a voice. 

Areina furrowed her brow and rushed to the murk window, grabbing her knife as she did so, pressing her hads against the glas.s. "There's someone out there!"

Damon turned around and also looked through the pain. A girl by the looks of things. However she was not the one calling out. There was someone else.