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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:45 pm
The Realm of Dreams and the Waking Realm have been separate since the begining. But now portals have opened world wide, taking teenagers in and closing soon after. These teens must now fight their way to the Gates of Time to return home, all while fighting creatures born of nightmares. PRG'er:LadyLeFay Character:Amy Bonecelli Age:14 Personality:Sweet, sarcastic, opinionated, and generally what you'd expect by looking at her. Past:Her parents were killed in a car crash, so she lives in foster care with Mrs. Becca, Cassie, and Derek. Profile: 
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:49 pm
PRG'er:LadyLeFay Character:Cassandra (Cassie) Martin Age:17 Personality:Sweet, and gentle, but a partyer at heart. She may look like a slut, but she is still a virgin, and wants to get married before taking the next step. Past:Her parents dumped her at Child Services for being too hard to handle, so she lives in foster care with Mrs. Becca, Amy, and Derek. Profile: 
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:53 pm
PRG'er:LadyLeFay Character biggrin erek MaCuinn Age:15 Personality:Nice guy, but he's quiet and somewhat withdrawn. He's a bookworm and tends to keep to himself. Past:He was taken away from his parents for reasons he never goes into, so he lives in foster care with Mrs. Becca, Amy, and Cassie. Profile: 
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:48 pm
RPG'er:Rose Character:Helena Rose Age:15 Personality:Quiet for the most part unless she gets really into what's going on. Past biggrin aughter of a big time mob boss, Helena Rose grew up in a rough world. Her parents and sister were killed by rivals, and she was left to fend for herslef. She witnessed the murder, and is emotionally and mentally scarred from such a traumatic experience, and doesn't remember it clearly. She has visions of the future and past, occasionally, though she prefers to think that they are figments of her imagination. The people who killed her parents know that she was a witness and are therefore after her. Helena doesn't know why they are after her, but continues to run... 
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black magic made the rose
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:25 am
Helena Rose didn't know where it was she was going, but knew that the black Hummer behind her was definitely not a friendly entity. She put her foot to the floor and hurtled through traffic, swerving to avoid the taxis that were in the busy New York City streets. It was then that she realized that it would have been easier to escape if only she had run on foot instead of hijacking a car. There was a sudden flash of light and a woman's voice screamed at her: "Helena! RUN!" She slammed on brakes--somehow managing to avoid hitting the pedestrian--sendiong the little mini-coop spinning around to face it's assailant. Helena threw thye car back into gear and looked up. The Hummer was gone, but there was now a police officer stepping out of a cruiser.
"Ma'am." He said, stepping up to her window. Do you know how fast you were going?" Helena simply stared at him, not wanting to mention that the speedometer had broken five blocks before. "I didn't think so." he said, looking down with a smirk. "Do you know what the speed limit in this area is?" She just looked at him with her big dark eyes. "No? Well, I'll tell you...wait a second...how old are you?" He said peering at her from behind his big sunglasses. "Let me see your liscensce." When she didn't hand it to him, he opened the door, and put his hand on his gun. She just sat there and looked at the blue strip at the top of her windshield. "Alright, get out of the vehicle." She did as he said, but refused to look him in the eyes. "Ma'am, are you under the influence of any controlled substance?" She turned her head and looked at him dazedly. He seemed to be getting frustrated at this point. "Ma'am, I'm afraid I need to give you a few tests....
An hour later, Helena was sitting in a police station. The officer had given her multiple tests, only to find out that she was clean. He decided to take her into custody, considering that she had managed to go 130 mph in a 25 mph zone in New York City. She sat and counted the ceiling tiles on the wall, ignoring the amazed stares from the other officers who couldn't believe that such a speed could be attained on the streets of NYC, and the annoying winks and stares from other criminals.
A sweet looking lady came over to Helena and got right down in the girl's face. "Hello, sweetie." She said in a sugar-coated voice, "How are you today?" She gave Helena her best toothy smile. "I'm Barbara Anne Mills from the Social Service. We need some information from you, okay, dear?" Helena nodded. The girl seemed to look right through the Social Worker, who looked a bit unnerved, but looked at a guard and nodded to show he could leave. "First, we need to know your name."
"Helena Rose."
"Helena Rose what?" She seemed to be annoyed, too.
"Just Helena Rose."
"As in Martin Rose? The mob boss?" Miss Mills looked a bit more uneasy at the thought.
"Yes, it's my last name." Helena finally looked directly at the woman, fixing her gaze on the Social Worker's blue eyes. "Are you alright?"
"Where are your parents?"
"I don't know." Helena went back to looking through Barbara Anne.
"What are their names?"
"I don't know." A worried expression covered the pinstripe-clad lady's face.
"Don't worry, dear. We'll make sure you go somewhere safe."
Helena Rose and Barbara-Anne Mills stepped up to the front porch of a town home. It looked a bit ragged, but it was better than the police station. Miss Mills rang the door bell and stepped back with her fweet together again. She wore a pink pinstriped suit today, but continued to accessorize with her sweet smile. "You will L-O-V-E love Mrs. Becca! She is one of our best foster parents!" Miss Mills seemed to be shaking like an excited chihuahua. "She is absolutely wonderful! You will be staying here until we can find more info on your family." Her voice seemed to be getting higher in pitch. Helena prayed that she wasn't being followed, and was already planning an escape...
Then the door opened...
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 6:08 am
"Hello Helena." A Plump black woman said, motioning for her to come closer. "I'm Becca Sinclair. You can call me Mrs. Becca. Would you like to meet the other children in my care?" Helena nodded. Mrs. Becca smiled. "Wonderful!" She called out to the three kids in the lobby. "Girls! Derek! Come and meet your new foster sister!" The three came over to stand next to Mrs. Becca. The youngest started. "Hi, I'm Amy." "Derek." The boy said. The oldest girl stared at her for a moment, then her eyes widened. "'Lena?" Helena's eyes widened as well. "Cassie?!" Cassie grinned and hugged her. "YES!!!! It's so good to see you, especially away from your father. YES DAMNIT!!!" Mrs. Becca laughed. "Alright kids, let's hit the road!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 12:35 pm
LadyLeFay "Hello Helena." A Plump black woman said, motioning for her to come closer. "I'm Becca Sinclair. You can call me Mrs. Becca. Would you like to meet the other children in my care?" Helena nodded. Mrs. Becca smiled. "Wonderful!" She called out to the three kids in the lobby. "Girls! Derek! Come and meet your new foster sister!" The three came over to stand next to Mrs. Becca. The youngest started. "Hi, I'm Amy." "Derek." The boy said. The oldest girl stared at her for a moment, then her eyes widened. "'Lena?" Helena's eyes widened as well. "Cassie?!" Cassie grinned and hugged her. "YES!!!! It's so good to see you, especially away from your father. YES DAMNIT!!!" Mrs. Becca laughed. Alright kids, let's hit the road!"
"Little girl, I need to speak to you in private." Miss Mills said, looking up at the 17 year old, who was now giving the Social Worker a weird look. The two stepped to a different room than the Helena, Amy, and Derek. "Do you know who or where Helena Rose's parents are?" "You see, Helena doesn't remember who they are." A very serious look crossed her face, but she somehow managed to retain the little pout that made it seem like she spoke to a toddler.
Meanwhile, Helena was looking at the other three quizzically. Mrs. Becca shifted from one foot to the other as if she was uneasy about the silence. Amy stared rudely, and seemed to be having problems with controlling her mouth because she kept opening it as if to make a comment, but would close it when mrs. Becca gave her a quick and meaningful glance. Derek was looking around the room, refusing to look at Helena. She secretly wanted him to say something to her, look at her, something. She, on the other hand, couldn't think of anything to say. She glanced down at her empty hands and ratty clothes. How did she get here again? "The Hummer..." she mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" Mrs. Becca asked, glad that someone had broken the ice. Helena just shook her head dismissively.
"Where's your stuff? You look like hell." Amy said, seizing the opportunity as her caretaker was distracted. Helena looked back down at herself. No wonder Derek didn't want to look at her; she was a wreck. She couldn't remember the last time she had bathed, brushed her hair or even cared about her appearance. No wonder the Trackers were able to find her so easily...
She pulled herself back to what was going on. She shrugged. "I don't have anything."
Amy shot right into her next question. "Are you parents dead or deadbeats?"
Helena seemed to be searching the floor for the right answer. "I don't know..." she said finally, still trying to retrieve the truth from the tiled floor.
"You don't know much, do you?" Mrs/ Becca had given up on trying to stop Amy's questions and just stood there watching the exchange.
"Will you just leave her alone?" Derek was glaring up at Amy. His input had startled everybody, and Amy looked a little bit scared.
"It's okay. I don't mind." Helena said quietly. He turned his glare at her, although it wasn't quite as piercing now, and looked her up and down, as though trying to decide whether she was worth snapping at.
"Whatever." He finally said, and turned to go back upstairs from whnce he came. Helena watched him silently. Once he was gone, everyone turned back to stare at her again. This was going to be a long week...if it took that long to break out....
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:55 pm
The ride home was steeped in an angry silence radiating from Cassie. Soon enough the reached a nice and simple two story house. "Now then, if no one's hungry, Amy you can show Helena your room. Helena, we'll go shopping tomorrow for some clothes and things for you. Alright?" Helena nodded. "Good, now then let's..." Mrs. Becca's sentence was cut off by the front door slamming open.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 1:05 pm
RPG'er:Lady Le Fay Character:Nessarose MaCuinn Age:4 Personality:Sweet, innocent, and hyper Past:taken away from her parent's with her brother. She really didn't understand why. She lives with Derek, Amy, Cassie, Mrs. Becca, and now Helena. Profile: 
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 2:39 pm
LadyLeFay The ride home was steeped in an angry silence radiating from Cassie. Soon enough the reached a nice and simple two story house. "Now then, if no one's hungry, Amy you can show Helena your room. Helena, we'll go shopping tomorrow for some clothes and things for you. Alright?" Helena nodded. "Good, now then let's..." Mrs. Becca's sentence was cut off by the front door slamming open.
A voice came from the other side. "Nessa, let me in." Derek's voice sounded impatient.
The little girl jumped up and down. "No! You have to say the password!"
"Open Sesame." he said.
"Nope!" she smiled gleefully. She pulled a chair from beside the door and put it right under the peephole. She then stood on the chair so that she could see him.
"Abra Cadabra."
"No, silly! That's a magic word, not a password! Guess again!"
"Can I have a hint?"
"No! That's cheating!"
Helena decided to help the poor guy out. She walked over to the little girl. "What is the password?"
"Why do you want to know?" Nessa asked, turning to Helena. Derek had fallen silent, and Helena guessed that he was thinking.
"So that I can get in, if you ever ask me." The little girl shrugged and motioned for Helena to come closer. She whispered something in Helena's ear and then went back to taunting Derek. Helena seized the moment to look for the back door. She found it and went around the house to where she could see Derek sitting on the front porch, looking hopeless, but Nessa couldn't see her. "Hey!" Helena said, waving her arms, trying to get Derek's attention. He looked up, surprised.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 10:00 am
LadyLeFay The Realm of Dreams and the Waking Realm have been separate since the begining. But now portals have opened world wide, taking teenagers in and closing soon after. These teens must now fight their way to the Gates of Time to return home, all while fighting creatures born of nightmares. PRG'er:KTS Character:Lionel Age:18 Personality:Brave,Couragass, and Nice Past: He was caught by a dream warrior(named Peter) and Peter turned into a lion(though he can talk in the dream world) Profile: 
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 9:00 am
black magic made the rose will no longer be on gaia. I'm taking over her roleplays. Have a very sunshiny day.
your dictator,
Dr Mel <3
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