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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:24 pm
W ii N T 3 R ' $ . $ N A R 3
Winter's Snare
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Letter... from the Random Student
Dear Diary,
They say winter is one of the most beautiful seasons, and the most deadly.
Of course it is.
Winter is ever-changing, seductively powerful, and untamed. How fitting, seeing as the season caters to its whims alone.
But who would have thought that it had the power to create such a thing? Such a complete... argh... I don't know! Such a complete blockade! Oh, there's the word... But I digress. Let me get on with the story; I'm tellin' you, this is one of the juiciest stories yet.
In any case, we were snowed in. Can you believe it? We were freaking snowed in! It's unbelievable! I can't believe—
—Uh, oopsie. Sorry there, Diary. I got kinda carried away right there. Eheheheheheh... right. I'll get on with it. Anyway, we got snowed in. While we were at school. Can you believe it? We were in schoo—uh, oops again. Sorry. I'll get serious now, promise. I know I probably have that disorder—was it attention-deficit disorder or something like that?—but... Oh, jeez, I'm getting off topic AGAIN, huh?
Okay, this time... serious for real...
'Kay, we were snowed in at school. The snowstorm didn't even look like it was going to stop. It just kept snowing... and snowing... and snowing... and, well, snowing. It was real heavy, too. Like it would never stop. Everyone is trapped inside now, teachers and students and all, and since there's nothing to do, we have free reign over the school. I'm glad they didn't assign us homework and stuff, but we have to stay here.... for several days.
Thank God for showers in the locker rooms. And thank God for there being a heck lot of people who don't know about them.
I don't have any clue what'll happen next.
With love,
Someone Who's Really Confused
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:28 pm
W ii N T 3 R ' $ . $ N A R 3
Winter's Snare
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Basic Gist... of the Roleplay
To provide a brief summary, this is a high-school romance roleplay. Thus, we already know several things. This roleplay takes place in a high school. All the characters attend high school. Additionally, this roleplay revolves generally around romance, as sappy as it sounds.
Because of a snowstorm, everyone has been snowed in at school. The exits are all blocked by large amounts of snow, so everyone is, basically, trapped inside. During this time, will love bloom between our fellow students? Or will rivalries form and create havoc? It all lies in your hands.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:33 pm
W ii N T 3 R ' $ . $ N A R 3
Winter's Snare
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Rules... for the Roleplay
1.) ... Guild rules and Gaia rules apply here.
2.) ... Please minimize cussing. If it's a part of your character's nature to cuss, then you may allow them to, but don't go overboard.
3.) ... PG-13 is the maximum. No cybering or sexual stuff. And no, you may not take it to PMs. Don't do anything beyond PG-13 on Gaia at all.
4.) ... To lessen complications, people may only roleplay as students. Of course, you can always control a random teacher, but people aren't specifically roleplaying only as teachers. They are more like "side characters," if you will.
5.) ... No one may exit or find a way out of the school building throughout the duration of this roleplay. That would kill the point of it, you know?
6.) ... No godmodding or perfect people. Keep things realistic.
7.) ... Send all character profiles to Azuwrius. She will then add them to the list and respond to your PM unless there is something you must fix. Once she has added your profile to the list and said you may post via PM, you may begin posting.
8.) ... Yaoi and yuri is allowed along with the typical het. Don't go overboard with anything, however.
9.) ... A maximum of one character is allowed per person. I might change this rule.
More rules may be added if needed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:47 pm
W ii N T 3 R ' $ . $ N A R 3
Winter's Snare
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Skeleton... for the Profiles
Please do not put anything between the bold tags. Also, please put everything in third person.Profile Skeleton Gaian Username: I will question your sanity if you do not realize what this is. Character Name: Your character's name. Age: Your character's age. Gender: Your character's gender, obviously. Grade: Which grade is your character in? (Must be grades 9-12.) Sexuality: Your character's sexuality goes here. Examples may be as follow: heterosexuality, bisexuality, homosexuality, and asexuality.) Personality: How does your character act around others? When alone? Physical Description: A description of their physical appearance goes here. This is, of course, optional. Picture: Pictures are optional. They may be shown as the actual pictures themselves or links. Only one picture is permitted per character. Other: Anything else goes here. Crushes may be placed here. You can add your character's likes and dislikes here, if you want. [size=10][b]Gaian Username:[/b]
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:51 pm
W ii N T 3 R ' $ . $ N A R 3
Winter's Snare
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »» The Profiles... of the Characters
Females
Gaian Username: Azuwrius
Character Name: Mirage Ambrosios
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Grade: 11th (Junior)
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Straight)
Personality: Relatively silent an reserved, but by no means an introvert, Mirage is a charismatic, intelligent package wrapped up in the guise of an attractive female. Though she does not stand out in a crowd, mostly due to her silence, she has a generally pleasant character that attracts others to her unknowingly. Polite and elegant, though equipped with the oddest quirks to ever grace the student body, Mirage can be ladylike and courteous at one moment and incessantly weird and eccentric the next. Friends know her for her intelligence and occasional manipulativeness (though that isn't quite a positive thing). The general crowd recognizes her for her… well, weirdness. And the point that she is a prankster at heart whose seemingly innocent appearance conceals the devil hidden underneath.
Mirage, despite her reserved, quiet, elegant, and charismatic nature, is a whimsical trickster who excels at deception. Especially elusive and ambiguous—perhaps infuriatingly vague as well—at times, Mirage can be quite a frustrating handful. One wrong move and you’ll have the she-devil breathing down your back and plotting her cruel revenge—and by no means will she be merciful. Often manipulative and cruel to a fault, she never lies, but loves to tell half-truths for the mere sake of confusing people, even if they haven't done anything to her in the first place. Expect a large amount of surprises on pranks from her, and the trademark innocence that gives Mirage her well-deserved title of “School Trickster.”
Physical Description: Dark brown locks frame a pale visage adorned with soft lips, a slender nose, elegant eyebrows, and a pair of mysterious gray orbs. Armed with a slender stature that is none too short or tall, Mirage is what one could call pretty, though her lack of athletic involvement occasionally detracts from her appeal to some. Though she has yet to hear a “beautiful” emit from someone’s lips when conversation is focused upon her. Impeccable posture but mischievous stance are two things she is constantly accompanied by. You can just tell that when her indifferent gaze settles upon you, you know the feminine trickster is after you this time. For pranking purposes, that is.
Other: N/A
Gaian Username: Comastitches
Character Name: Mia Peta (P-ta)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Grade: 9th
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mia is a shy, young woman who seems to have a knack for getting into trouble. She has a tendency to stray away from the group and do her own thing.
Physical Description: Mia has dark blond hair, a fair skin tone, light green eyes, and an average body build. She normally dresses in darker colors.
Other: N/A
«« . ~¤«¬´‾`•◊ - ♥-»∙´‾`~ . »»
Males
Gaian Username: Zarroth
Character Name: Christopher Aleksander Nathaniel Drowell
Age: 18
Gender: M
Grade: 12th
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Outgoing, nerdy, and somewhat zany, Christopher usually is the first to comment on everything in class. A theatre geek, he is constantly quoting plays, movies, television shows, and switching back and forth between his various impersonations. When he is alone, however, his more vulnerable side can be seen. He doesn't like the constant praise for his work, as he feels that it is hard being smart, and he can't stand the 'nerd' comments others have. He lapses into long periods of silence, enjoying the calm and relaxing state of being alone.
Physical Description: Five foot nine inches, 175 pounds, well muscled (his arms are nice, as he is in the Drumline). He has dark brown hair, of a medium-short length, normally spiked. His eyes are dark brown, and they are framed by thin-rimmed glasses.
Other: Goes by nicknames: "Chris" & "Alek", other than his given name.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:52 pm
The thread is now open! -slices ribbon-
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 2:52 pm
♥-»∙´‾`~»» ...... {» MIRAGE «} ...... ~¤«´‾`•◊ “. . . . . .Gentle - b r e a t h e s - ghosting along my ears...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ever____coolly brushing away my f e a r s.
Why do phantoms w h i s p e r against those walls?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Perhaps they're preparing for the [ii N 3 V ii T A B L 3] fall;
[D]on't call. [D]on't cry.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just wave - g o o d b y e.. . . . . . ” [♦♣♥♠] » . . . . . « [♠♥♣♦]
It was ironic that the usually mischievous Mirage Abrosios chose to neglect her pranking duties during the one moment she had ample time to launch tricks at innocent students in favor of relaxing.
But those who knew her were rather well-informed about her... laziness.
It wasn't one of the junior's greatest aspects, and she knew she ought to be downright ashamed of it. But she was simply too lazy to care during this time—the first time everyone had gotten literally stuck in school.
And so she found herself lounging in the library to sate her laziness.
Safely tucked away in a nicely secluded corner, the silent female rested herself against the soft cushions of a plush couch, burrowing against the pillows and such as she lazily relaxed. Slender digits tapped against the armrest of the dark couch as a set of gray orbs hazy with the lull of sleep absentmindedly—and tiredly—roved across the nice view they had of a particularly boring expanse of white wall. Lying on her stomach, feet in the air swishing to and fro in a particularly lethargic manner, the lithe sixteen-year-old propped her chin up onto her arms, which were lying flat against the armrest horizontally and bent at the elbows, completely disregarding the fact that she was sprawled across the entire length of the couch.
To say that she was hogging the couch was quite the understatement of the century.
Throaty hums sounded in the silent air, nearly as quite as the silence itself, as her vocal cords found it too quiet to relax. Mirage tucked a silken lock of wavy dark brown hair behind her ear without shifting her arms in her bout of laziness, adamantly set against the notion of moving. Nuh-uh. She was not relinquishing this seat—well, den, to put things more accurately, if the randomly strewn pillows that semi-buried her underneath them had a say—even if someone had the gall to sit on her. At which she would fling them off before returning to unconsciousness. That sounded like a good plan.
But first, she had to scheme.
After all, scheming was the very essence of her pranks. If she wasn't going to prank anyone anytime soon, she'd plan for a future prank then.
"Mm... maybe I can experiment with cans of paint? The jocks need some sense knocked into them... Eh... Or maybe I can sneak into the cafeteria and use food coloring to tint everything into some kind of puke color... that might work... bleh..." she drawled, her mellow voice articulating each word with the grace of a drunken elephant—which didn't quite fit, really, seeing as her voice was mellow and the manner with which she said the words was graceless. But with that said—and muttered—Mirage buried her face in her arms, snoring quietly, as several last murmurs escaped her parted lips.
"Meh... sleep now, scheme later.."
That plan sounded perfect.
It seemed unlikely someone would find her, anyway. She was, after all, safely tucked away into a secluded section of the library. And she was on her favorite couch. No one dared touch the property of the School Trickster, lest they make their way to the top of her hit list—which was even worse than being on her people-to-prank list, and that was saying something. Besides, a lot of people didn't set foot in the library. It was like they thought they'd burn up and die if they entered this sanctuary of knowledge.
Not that Mirage was complaining, though. She was more than happy to congratulate the aforementioned people for being intelligent enough to refrain from crossing into her mini haven. After all, this was where she gained inspiration for pranks and... schemed.
But as the clock continued ticking, and as the scents of aged pages floated by, laziness and fatigue overwhelmed the junior. As soft puffs of breath were exhaled from her parted red lips, Mirage drifted off into slumber, eyes fluttering shut as she snoozed quietly, her form shifting slightly with every breath she took.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 8:01 pm
Despite not really desiring the extended stay in the school, Christopher comforted himself by finding a nice quiet corner of the school, a practice room up in the band room, where he had (more or less) barricaded himself in.
He wasn't being neurotic, he just wanted a little time to himself. To further increse the strangeness of his barricade, Chris was inside pacing back and forth talking to himself, going over his lines for a monologue he was preparing for an audition.
As if he didn't already look strange enough.
Thankfully, he was in a sound-proof room, so he didn't seem to raise too much attention. He kept going over his lines, checking and rechecking his facial expressions, bodily gestures, watching every step he took, every move each muscle on his hands moved, the way his hips were positioned, a multitude of things that he believed needed to be tweaked and fine tuned.
Finally he sat down at the piano and relaxed a little. He started to play a little music, nothing fancy, just some various video game tunes he had memorized. He looked out the practice room window, watching whoever happened to pass by. He sighed, his face seeming to brighten, as his fingers danced merrily on the keys, the tendons in his arms flexing and pulling as he continued with his musical interlude.
This had barely begun when suddenly, in a moment of pure ADD-ness (as usual), Christopher decied that he was done with his 'alone-time', and would rather do something else. He unlocked the practice room door and shoved his stuff into his band locker, closing the little red master-lock tightly on the small metal door. He casually walked down the stairs, his dark blue jeans nicely contouring his well-muscled, marching band legs. His black Converses slapped softly on the gorund as he walked past other kids towards the library, he, in his past moment of brilliant ADD-ness, had decided that he wanted to read a book.
Christopher adjusted his thin-rimmed, black glasses on the bridge of his nose, wiping his brow slightly, and adjusted his tight vintage-style Chewbacca T-shirt. He walked over to the fiction section and began to look at books, pausing to peruse a perfectly good-looking novel now and then. Soon, he settled on Frank Herbert's Dune and brought it over to a comfortable looking chair in the library common area. He sat down, letting his right leg fold up on top of his left knee, and leaned back in the chair. He looked over towards 'her' area, and shook his head slightly with a little smile. She was a fun one, that's for sure, and he hoped she wouldn't try anything funny while he was here, he just wanted a place to read, and well, as a library, it seemed the proper place. He also wasn't in any ways in her 'territory', so she probably wouldn't even notice. Even so, Chris sunk a little lower in his seat, trying to hide behind a small bookshelf. Contented with his semi-camoflage, Christopher removed his mp3 player from his back pocket and stuck the little ear-buds in his ears, and put on some of his favorite music, the Beatles. Then he just sat back and began to read, he expected this to be a long, long stay at the school.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 12:34 am
Mia paced continuously around the school yard as if looking for a lost item, her eyes on the ground, and her messenger bag bouncing on her hip, not noticing an oncoming Jock rushing hurriedly towards her direction.
''Oofh!'' gasped Mia as her books she clutched in her arms clattered to the earth beneath her. ''I-I..I'm sorry.'' She sputtered as she hurriedly picked up her belongings, only in return to be ridiculed by the Jock. Her face was beginning to turn red with embarrassment as she got up from the cold, hard ground and zigzagged past a crowd of onlookers who were laughing at her clumsy mistake.
''Great,'' she began thinking, ''My first day at this damn school and already I'm a clumsy fool.. I wonder what's to be expected out of me next..? And I didn't even find my Skeleanimal pen.. It was my favorite one, too.''
Mia let out a sigh and entered the school building, the chains on her pants rattling, and her clunky boots pounding the tile floors.
She got odd stares as she walked down the hallway, wondering where a place of heaven would be for her in this new school. ''..I wonder if I can hold up in the Library,'' she thought as she rounded the corner of the hallway, ''Why not.. Might as well try.. Who knows, maybe no one will notice me and I can say I had a fairly decent day here..''
She entered the confines of the Library, looked around at the walls of books, and walked casually over to the section which she thought might hold one of her favorite reads. ''Perfect..'' she thought as she picked up a Steven King book entitled Insomnia then looked around for a place to sit. Finally, after much contemplating, she decided to sit in a semi-remote location, plopped down on a fabric chair, made herself comfortable, and began reading.
((Sorry if this post isn't all that good, I've never RPed like this before in my past. sweatdrop ))
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