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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 4:43 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
--Story/Introduction--
--Rules of the roleplay--
--Rules of the house--
--Profile skelly--
--Accepted girlses--
--Accepted boysies--
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:05 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
--Rules of the roleplay--
--Rules of the house--
--Profile skelly--
--Accepted girlses--
--Accepted boysies--
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
~*~On the outskirts of a rather large town in some place that doesn't actually exist save for the purpose of this roleplay, there is a building. It is rather large and well kept. Once upon a time it was a boarding school for rich kids. For a few years, it was abandoned and almost knocked down until someone had the bright idea to turn it into an orphanage.
Of course, there was some construction to be done. There was the play yard for the younger kids, the rooms for the girls and the rooms for the boys. There was the nursury and the staff rooms. The only thing that didn't really change was thekitchen.
Naturally, the rooms were just rough outlines. They vary from inhabitant to inhabitant. Anyway, for all intensive purposes, the staff does not exist for this roleplay. That doesn't mean that you can have their rooms! This is about the inner workings and daily lives of the orphans of MacBeth Hall. ((Don't ask, don't tell.))~*~
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:17 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
--Rules of the house--
--Profile skelly--
--Accepted girlses--
--Accepted boysies--
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
Rule number the first one: I am the Supreme Being of this roleplay. There will be no blasphemy against my law. I may appoint some people to be my minions and might even elect some to become Lesser Being(s). It all depends. Anyway, pay attention to these rules. You don't want to be pinklisted.
Rule number b: Be literate. PLEASE! That means that for most of the roleplay, you should be in the third person. You should have at least one five to eight sentence paragraph with good spelling and good grammar. I don't care if you have to go into detail about how you character drank his or her lemonade. BE LITERATE! Out of character should be set apart from in character. Speech should be in quotations and thoughts in italics. If you don't know what quotations are or the difference between first and third person, learn or get out. No chatspeak or text talk unless you're character is chatting or texting. Okay?
Third: No godmoding or auto hitting. This is the real world, well, kinda. I mean, it isn't like you actually go into a fight with someone three times as big as you and escape without a scratch. Seriously. Also, no powers, tails et cetera. If your character thinks he or she is psychic or whatever, enjoy. They can wear, like, fake tales and stuff, but they are not werewolves or vampires or anything. Wannabes are gratefully accepted.
Fifth: PM your character introductions/requests. Title them Is that a dagger I see before me? and explain what happened to rule number four. Be creative, be outrageous. Be original. Don't be all, um...four was...um...forgotten. Four was not forgotten!
Sixth: The house rules do not need to be followed at all times. I will delegate which ones were meant to be broken. The really bold people can break the ones that are only their for the safety of the orphans.
Seventh: Make you character(s) creative and original. You may have up to three, but no more. Ages can range from two months to seventeen years. Don't make them mary- gary-sues. If you don't know what that is, ask me or someone else. Orphans are not always the happiest people, people! Come on! We all have issues. Some are anorexic, some are afraid of everything, some are emo, some are mentally disabled or whatever. Fill out EVERYTHING on the character skeleton. Leave nothing blank. If you don't have/do one particular item, I will tell you what to say. I will assign rooms, so that is the only thing that you won't fill out, and I will say so.
Eight: Make your posts creative. Use a color. Try to keep your posting size twelve or under. Use a quote or an icon or a picture. Just don't stretch the page.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:24 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
--Profile skelly--
--Accepted girlses--
--Accepted boysies--
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
1) All inhabitants of MacBeth Hall will treat each other with respect at all times.*
2) All inhabitants of MacBeth Hall will do their assigned chores when indicated by the chore schedule.*
3) All inhabitants of MacBeth Hall will remain in their rooms after ten p.m. and before five a.m.*
4) All inhabitants of MacBeth Hall will keep their rooms clean.*
5) There will be no members of the opposite sex in rooms of the other sex after eight p.m. and before seven a.m.*
6) Staff rooms are off-limits to youth unless personally invited by a staff member.
7) Inhabitants of MacBeth Hal will not go beyond the fences delineating the end of MacBeth grounds.
((* means that these rules were meant to be broken. There are quite a few, so have fun, but don't be too mean, okay?))
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 5:42 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
~*~Profile skelly~*~
--Accepted girlses--
--Accepted boysies--
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
[imgleft] Your picture goes here. I want REAL pictures of REAL people. Yes, they can be paintings, drawings, whatever. But I want REAL people. They aren't very hard to find. Try flickr.com or photobucket.com or that vampirefreaks one. ((I can never remember where it is. I usually don't use it, but that doesn't mean that you can't.))[/imgleft]
If you have more pictures, put your links here.
[size=9]Hello, my name is [color=your posting color] Your name goes here. First, middle, last. It is okay if you don't have a middle name. Add your nicknames, if you have any, in parentheses after your first name. For example, Christopher (Chris, CJ) Michael Johnson.[/color]
I have blown out [color=your posting color] Your age goes here. I would like you to write it out, you know, like six months or four years or sixteen and one-half years [/color] candles on my most recent birthday cake.
I was born in the month of [color=your posting color] Your birth month goes here. Remember to capitalize the first letter, like June or December. [/color]
The last time I checked, I was a [color=your posting color] Your sex, or gender if you're afraid of the word sex, goes here. There are only two things you can say. You can say Male, or you can say Female. I'm sorry, you can't be both and you can't be neither. [/color]
Before I came to MacBeth, [color=your posting color] This is your biography. Here, speak in first person. Say I was the third child of fourteen or My mother was a prostitute or whatever. Make it at least two eight to ten sentence paragraphs. [/color]
If you should bump into me in the halls, [color=your posting color] Your attitude/personality goes here. If you're not a morning person, say so. If you prefer to be around a bunch of people then alone, say it. There should be at least five sentences here. Use first person. [/color]
When I have a crush, I'll fall for [/color=your posting color] Here, there are several answers. You may say Boys, you may say Girls, you may say Both. If you are under the age of twelve, you do not have to have a preferred gender. If that is the case, then you should say: no one yet. I'm too young! [/color]
My live is ruled by [color=your posting color] username goes here [/color][/size]
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:19 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
~*~Profile skelly~*~
~*~Accepted girlses~*~
--Accepted boysies--
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--  Don't ask.Hello, my name is Elizabeth (Liz, Lizzy, Eliza, Beth, Bethy) Marie Rochester
I have blown out sixteen and one half candles on my most recent birthday cake.
I was born in the month of October
The last time I checked, I was a Female
Before I came to MacBeth, I am, well, was, an only child. The daughter of a workaholic and an alcoholic. My dad was the workaholic. Usually I wouldn't see him for more then a few hours in a week. He was always tired and grouchy and didn't really notice me except to tell me to shut up or go away. He never wanted a child, much less a daughter. My mother, the alcoholic, loved me when she was sober, but when she was drunk, I could never do anything right. The slightest things provoked my mother to beating me. One time it was so bad that I could not see for two days. At school, I avoided confrontation. At first, I was just the quiet girl with a few friends, but then it got worse. I stopped seeking out company, I stopped answering questions and participating in class. Then I just stopped talking. The school therapist said it was selective mutation. That I just did not want to speak in class, but after a few visits to the house, when my mother was sober, of course, they found out that I didn't talk at home either. I was referred to a psychologist, but never got there. My mother wasted money on drinks and my father didn't even know what was going on. Shortly after my unnoticed eleventh birthday, I ran away. I had no friends to go to, no idea where any teachers or church leaders lived, so I ran to the police station. They took me back home and my mother received me with false anxiety and flirted with the officers. A few nights later, on the rare occasion that my father was home, my parents had a big fight. The neighbors called the cops on account of the noise and her parents were taken in to temporary custody. I had locked herself in the bathroom and remained unheard and unseen and spent the night, as I had before, alone in the house. When my mother had eventually sobered up in the holding cell, my existence was brought up. I was taken to foster care and my parents released. That was the last time I saw them. A few months later, I found out that my mom had walked in on my dad in one of his affairs and stabbed him and the other woman to death, then stabbed herself.
If you should bump into me in the halls, Shy and quiet, I tend to keep to myself and would rather be alone then around a bunch of people. I am a peacemaker and an observer of life, more then a partaker in it. Sometimes I just get fed up and will run away. My philosophy on life is that it is better to have never loved at all then to have loved and lost.
When I have a crush, I'll fall for Boys
My live is ruled by obviousangel [ way back then ]
[ life was different ]
[ had a sister ]
[ had a family ]Hello, my name is Von.
I have blown out sixteen candles on my most recent birthday cake.
I was born in the month of August, I think.
The last time I checked, I was a female.
Before I came to MacBeth, I lived on the street. It's not as bad as it souncds, since it's all I've ever known. I'm not one of the lucky kids who ever got to meet their mother or father. So I went out and got my own family. They may not be related to me by blood, but they're the closest to me and my heart. They're like my crew. We all named each other, Akantha named me Von because it means "family" and "hope" which she says are the two things I need most. What she didn't know was that as long as I had Akantha, Kip and Parker... I didn't need anything else. I already had it all.
Well, that's before Central Library PB18 caught fire about 6 years ago. No one knew for sure what started it, or who. All anybody knew was that there had been four kids skateboarding around in the parking lot an hour before it started, and since we obviously didn't have the money for nice clothes and we were obviously not in school, we had to be at fault. Which meant out came the handcuffs, our heads ducked into the back of police cars.. and each one might have been heading in a completely opposite direction. I haven't seen or heard from any of my family since.
If you should bump into me in the halls, and guard your pockets. Old habits die hard and, yeah, we went for the old thieving bit in order to get by before. That and you should probably be careful around me depending on what time of day it is. Anytime after 12-Noon is perfectly fine, but any time before then is just disaster zone - I am far from a morning person. Out of all the habits I've picked up over the years, I never was able to get the hang of that one. Otherwise I tend to be a little mischeivous and loud, I like noise and I hate silence. I like laughter and I can't stand seriousness. So all in all, just watch yourself all around until you get to know me better so that no accidental offenses or injuries occur.
When I have a crush, I'll fall for boys.
My life is ruled by Pseudo Earthling.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:19 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
~*~Profile skelly~*~
~*~Accepted girlses~*~
~*~Accepted boysies~*~
--Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc--
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--  Hello, my name is Brandon Jay Walker (Jay, B, Butter…long story)
I have blown out seventeen candles on my most recent birthday cake. Proud to announce that I will be free from this place soon enough.
I was born in the month of December, the First to be exact.
The last time I checked, I was a boy. Sorry to disappoint all guys the out there.
Before I came to MacBeth… Lets start this off by saying that Brandon can’t remember much about him family. They had just gotten into the light blue mini van that had been parked in front of Chucky Cheese four hours before hand. They had prayed for protection on the icy roads seeing that it was the first of December and they had recently seen the snow fall for the first time in a while. They took there time on the back roads but they had never expected there to be a stray cow wondering about in the cold darkness. When they had spotted the black and white thing moving in the short distance it had been to late and the car swerved off the road into a small pond that had been boarded off by a breakable fence. By the time someone else had passed along the icy surface three hours had past and both his parents were lifeless, himself suffering from hypothermia. That night when they had gotten his body temperature and had spread the bad news to his neighbors he was sent off to the orphanage never to be collected by a new family.
If you should bump into me in the halls, It's always Loud and Annoying. Brandon never likes being alone and when around other people he is the life of the group. He has a fear of the dark and of water since his almost died of the coldness of it. He has never excepted help, even though some of the staff members have asked him to come with them so he could talk about his fears.
When I have a crush, I'll fall for Boys and a girl every once in a while if she catches my interest.
My life is ruled by shanesthename
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:24 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
~*~Profile skelly~*~
~*~Accepted girlses~*~
~*~Accepted boysies~*~
~*~Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc~*~
--Reserved because I said so--
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
Announcements: --none yet--
White list: Not really white, but you want to get on this list
Gray list: This list is for warnings. You do not want to end up here.
Pink list: This is for people who are no longer permitted to be a part of this roleplay. You really really REALLY do not want to end up here.
Time: Ten Fifty-Three p.m.
Date: March Second
Whether:Heavy rainstorm complete with lightening and thunder
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:26 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
~*~Profile skelly~*~
~*~Accepted girlses~*~
~*~Accepted boysies~*~
~*~Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc~*~
~*~Reserved because I said so~*~
--Reserved because I forget things--
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:27 pm
~*~Table of contents~*~
~*~Story/Introduction~*~
~*~Rules of the roleplay~*~
~*~Rules of the house~*~
~*~Profile skelly~*~
~*~Accepted girlses~*~
~*~Accepted boysies~*~
~*~Announcements, White list, Grey list, Pink list, Whether etc~*~
~*~Reserved because I said so~*~
~*~Reserved because I forget things~*~
--And when we get this far, it will be openish--
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:31 pm
----~*~*~OPEN~*~*~---- : )
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 5:40 pm
 Loud voices raised in anger speak harsh words, such cruel words.
Elizabeth tried to look out her window. She tried every day to look out her window, and she never succeeded. Why? It wasn't because she disliked the cheerful sunshine. If the sunshine was even remotely cheerful today, she would have been very glad to have seen it. And it wasn't because of the amazing view from her third floor room over the extensive grounds of McB. No, it was because of the huge tree that decided to grow right up against her window. The foliage crushed against the panes of the window wasn't even green or pretty. It was brown and dead. And the seeds or whatever they were that slid down her window when it rained left behind streaks on the outside. She couldn't clean the outside. Sometimes she thought that thy did that just to spite her.
She didn't know what kind of tree it was. Didn't even care all that much. For all her knowledge of botany, it could have been a hibiscus or even a rose tree. Either way, it cut off a major light source for her room. She preferred natural light to the false yellowy electric junk. One of her favorite hid-outs was the roof. All the light up there was from whatever glowing orbs happened to inhabit the sky at the moment. Sometimes it came from lightning. But over all, Elizabeth didn't really care where the light came from, or how much light there was, as long as there was enough light by which to write.
What do they speak so selfishly, when there is so much we can share?
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 6:09 pm
Darkness
Brandon was sitting quietly in the corner of his room, hair in his eyes, resting his back on the off-white colored walls that consisted of his room. He had been meaning to make it more bright but when ever he felt that it was a good time to take some pastels or paint from the mini art room that the staff had put together for the younger inhabitants someone would always come by and make him put them back. So annoying. It was also dark outside but that didn’t frighten him as long as the electric would stay on during the storm that was bound to happen at any moment. He knew better though since the electric never stayed on like he hoped, he was just preparing himself now trying to gather as much light as possible. He was now starting to shake. Night time was always the worst time of day to catch hi, good thing he didn’t have to share a room though cause then he’d feel stupid and he didn’t want to lose any of his friends just over a little fear. Darkness was just scary.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 4:55 pm
Loud voices raised in anger speak harsh words, such cruel words.
Elizabeth grabbed her most recent journal from the top of the dogeared stack of ninety-nine cent, cardboard cover, spiral bound, seventy page notebooks next to her bed. A ballpoint pen with blue ink from a chipped white-and-blue mug on her desk found it's way into the back pocket of her jeans as she left her room and wandered down the hallway. The impending storm seemed to suck all the life out of her room, not that it was all that full of life to begin with.
Her meanderings took her to the kitchen. She loved the kitchen. It was possibly her favorite place in all of MacB. Often it was empty, but always it was warm. The gleam of the stainless steel appliances and the smell of bread baked only half an hour ago washed over her and she felt a little on the safe side. Kitchens were good to her. The kitchen was the only room in which she had never gotten hit.
What do they speak so selfishly, when there is so much we can share?
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 7:39 pm
Darkness
Brandon's body shook violently as he heard the first crack of ear piercing thunder echo through the skys, followed by a blinding lighting bolt. He tried to stay in the happy place that he often visited when the sun went down but lost the fluffiness of it by standing up. He still shook whenever the thunder sounded in the skys as he paced around the room slowly. He then got the crazy idea that someone might actually be up at this time of night to keep his mind off the storm. With that he walked over the door that lead out into the halls and opened it slowly, peeking out into the still hallway. He then opened the door fully letting it crack and disturbed the stillness long enough to creep out of it and then close it again. He was now in the halls and heading towards the common room hoping someone else couldn't fall asleep in time to block out the storm.
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